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Love Me

By: storywritingsub



The holiday season was upon us once again. This is the time of year when family and friends gather together to celebrate the year. Carrie sat alone in her apartment listening to a holiday CD playing softly from her computer speakers. She hung the lights around her window, and across her kitchen making the apartment a little more festive. She would be having guest over soon and wanted everything to look just right.

While she went about the task of making her home look festive, inside she was someplace else. Her mind kept wandering over the events of the past year, another year in which she would celebrate the end of alone. 

She had friends in the D/s community and loved them for their strength and guidance that they had given her throughout the year. She just wished she was part of a couple, she had several "offers" to be part of a poly relationship, but her heart desired to only belong to one. One man who would guide her, protect her, and love her for who she was. She wouldn't just be a play toy to him. She would not only be his submissive, but his lover, and his friend. 

Throughout the year, she met several different Dominants, or those who said they were Dominants who left her doubting her own ability to satisfy a man in the way she yearned to. She felt as though there was something really wrong with her, that she couldn't seem to find a man who could love her just the way she was, a little overweight, some health issues to deal with, and what all of her friends told her was a very giving heart.

People keep saying that the right man would come along. She no longer believed there was a right man for her. She knew she was more than a play toy, she had a mind, she was getting her degree, and she had a good job. Yet all of the men she met online wanted her to move to them, and give up everything she had.  That isn't a relationship, it would change who she was.  She didn't want to be changed, she wanted to grow as the person she was.  If someone asked you to change things about you, then you just become the person they want you to be, not the person you are.

Carrie learned the hard way, what it meant to meet someone, and be lied to about the relationship as a whole. It seemed to be a pattern with her, either they man turned out to be not a Dominant, or married and lying to himself and her.  She had several relationships just slip into nothing, without a word from the man, he would just stop speaking to her, no longer take her calls, or answer any emails.  Those relationships hurt the worst. Not because she was in love with the guy, but because they took a part of her friendship with them.  She enjoyed the long conversations and the joy it brought into her life.

Yes there were times, when she craved the feel of a hard hand smacking her bottom, or the kiss of a flogger against her skin. There were times she physically ached from the lack of contact from a male.  Even getting hugs from girlfriends was different than getting them from a strong pair of male arms.

She couldn't understand what made her so undesirable in a man's eyes that they would talk to her for a while, but once they finally met face to face they would just disappear. She knew she was a little overweight, but part of that was from the medicine she took, and she was trying hard to lose some weight. Why do guys only like the girls who are rail thin and have big chest?

She knew she could contact several of her Dom friends if she was truly in need of a session. They would temporarily give her what she needed, the need to serve, the giving up of control to someone else if only for a short period of time. This wasn't what she truly wanted though, she wanted to be able to give herself to just one Dominant, all of the time. Let him totally take control over her, guide her to be the best submissive she can be for him. She didn't want a trainer or a mentor. She wanted someone she could give herself too completely one hundred percent, including her heart. How she missed being held while she slept, when she had trouble sleeping, Wishing she could just lay there and let someone do whatever he wanted to her, make her purr, make her beg, make her scream even. 

She is to the point that she has given up on looking or even hoping to find someone to share the rest of her life with. Her luck with men lately has been so bad, that she really thinks there is something wrong with her, but since no one will tell her what exactly it is that they don't like, she can't change.

For now, she would learn to be happy alone, let her imagination fuel her needs for release with her vibrator. And keep her thoughts open to maybe one day finding the happiness she craves.

Love Me



Author's note: This story is a sequel to Leave Me. Spoilers for season 2. 

*****

Nikita had won. Hadn't she? Percy was dead. Sergei Semak was dead. Amanda was, well, on the run, but certainly less of a threat to her now. And yet Division still stood. She was standing in it. In the heart of the beast, Operations, where she had access to everything Division was doing, all their little secrets, where each and every single surviving member was. The people who had been hunting her for years, all convicted criminals, most of whom had taken countless lives, and now she was technically their boss. It really was funny how things worked out.

Of course Percy was the one responsible for Daniel's death, and countless others, so technically her vendetta had been against him. Division was his weapon, something Nikita had always believed she would need to take apart piece by piece to destroy him. As it turned out she hadn't, and as much as part of her wanted to burn this place to the ground Nikita recognise that most people working for Percy had been just as much his victims as people he killed. He had talked about giving them a second chance, a chance to serve their country, but he had turned them all into his own personal army of monsters. Nikita had given herself a second chance, perhaps even a third. These people deserved to have the same.

Despite being willing to kill them all only a matter of hours ago Nikita would do her best to keep them alive and safe, something she wouldn't have to do alone. There was Michael, who had been vital in securing the black boxes, something which had taken a few months but was worth it to remove Percy's contingency plan. Berkoff had actually ended up helping too, and was now sitting a few feet away from her ready and willing to obey her command. On the other side of her was the head of Division Ryan Fletcher who not only arranged the raid on Division but had successfully struck a deal with the president to give the people working at Division a second chance. Nikita didn't like the idea of having a boss again, but she didn't want to officially run Division and if she had to have a boss she was glad it was him. Then of course there was her partner. Her lover. Her everything.

Suddenly a voice awoke her from her thoughts, "You should go to him."

Nikita turned to Berkoff and frowned, "What?"

"Michael." He said, "You've been staring at him for the last hour."

Nikita smiled, "I haven't been staring at him."

It was true, although she tried to take in everything going on all the screens in front of her, and her surroundings in case anyone loyal to Percy tried to sneak up on her, Nikita's eyes had continuously wandered to medical. Specifically to her two closest allies, both of whom had been injured during the assault on Division which Nikita felt totally responsible for. Which of course was ridiculous as they had both had every right to take their final revenge against Percy as she had done, both of them making it very clear they were in this with her to the end. That didn't stop her feeling guilty though.

Feeling a little confused Berkoff began blathering, "But you guys are, you know... together, right? Because Mikey's never really been much of a conversationalist but he's obviously crazy about you and-"

He said a whole lot more but Nikita couldn't register it or anything else because her lover was on the move. The doctors and Michael were trying to talk her out of it but it was no use, when Alexandra Udinov made up her mind to do something nothing could stop her. That was one of the many things they have in common, Nikita briefly smiling at the thought as her heart pounded in her chest with increasing force the closer her lover got to ops.

When finally she appeared, dishevelled and bandaged, Alex spotted her immediately and choked out, "Nikita."

"Alex." Nikita said breathlessly, tears running down her cheeks at the sight of her baby girl.

Alex wasn't sure what she was expecting. Most likely ordered back to medical, she supposed. Perhaps with Nikita coldly dismissing her or perhaps getting angry like she would have done not that long ago. It didn't really matter, regardless of the action and how aching her body was Alex needed to see Nikita. To see with her own eyes the older woman was ok. That they were ok. That everything was ok. Because as she had told her lover before the raid on Division any outcome where Nikita wasn't ok was nothing short of a devastating failure for her. So seeing Nikita alive and well was all she needed. After this, if it was what Nikita wanted, she would happily slink away into the shadows to lick her wounds. 

Instead Nikita rushed over to her and pulled Alex into her arms, both women clinging onto each other for dear life. Again that would have been enough for Alex but when Nikita eventually pulled back she paused, cupped the younger girl's tearstained cheek and then after another pause kissed her right there in front of everybody.

The kiss only lasted a few seconds but it was passionate and loving while still being incredibly gentle, a simple press of lips to lips which meant so much to both women. For Alex the most important thing about it was Nikita wasn't ashamed of her. That she wasn't going to have to hide in the shadows, the mighty Nikita's dirty little secret, but now finally people would know she was with this goddess. Know that this goddess was hers, and be jealous of her for it. Be in awe of her, kind of like a certain geek very close by who was the first one to utter a sound after Nikita pulled back and exchanged a soft smile with Alex.

"Ohhhh." Berkoff muttered silently to himself in realisation, "Cool."

"Shut up nerd." Nikita said dryly once she had turned to look at the hacker, the smile leaving her face.

"Hey, I'm happy for you, really." Berkoff quickly assured the assassin, "I, I just didn't see this coming."

Turning back to her girlfriend Nikita smiled, "Me neither."

Again Alex returned the smile and the two spies shared another moment before being interrupted by a fake coughing sound.

"Nikita..." Ryan began, knowing he had to choose his words carefully, "I appreciate you staying here to help with the transition, but you clearly need a break, and Alex shouldn't have left sickbay, so why don't you both try and find somewhere to sleep. Trust me, there will still be plenty to do tomorrow. You staying here any longer won't do anything to change that. So... stand down and get some rest. That's an order."

Those last words were clearly given in the half serious tone, although Nikita suspected that was to appease her. Ryan knew she didn't like taking orders, and as much as she didn't like the idea of running Division she hated the idea of taking orders almost just as much. Of course his tone aside he was right, she was exhausted and the chances of Alex leaving her side now was slim and none, at least without a fight and Nikita couldn't afford to be seen as not on the same page with her allies.

So after staring at Ryan for a few seconds Nikita said, "You're right. I'll take Alex back to the infirmary and get some rest. But if you need me, don't hesitate to call."

Ryan smiled, "I won't." 

With that Nikita turned back to Alex and studied her girlfriend's injuries. She'd been doing that for some time, watching as doctor's removed bullets from Alex's shoulder, watched them bandaged and stitch up her baby girl's wounds, waited by her bedside for her to wake up for as long as she could, but now they were truly face to face for the first time before invading Division. And Nikita had to admit, for a girl who had gone through hell and back Alex looked good, both of them getting away with some minor bumps and bruises, minus Alex damaged shoulder.

"Are you ok to walk back?" Nikita asked as she put a protective arm around Alex and guided her towards the door.

"I'll be ok." Alex insisted, "You?"

Nikita smiled, "As long as you're ok, I'm ok."

Alex nodded and then once they were out the door mumbled, "Follow me, I wanna show you something."

Part of Nikita inwardly huffed that this was another person giving her orders, only worse as it was the girl almost half her age who had been her little minion for almost a year and a half. However this was Alex, the girl she would do anything for, so Nikita 'obeyed' without hesitation. After all Alex hadn't hesitated in following her to hell, or even wandering into it all by herself what was almost a year ago now, so this was the least Nikita could do.

Of course as weird as it had been to be back in Ops it was nothing compared to walking the halls of Division again, something Nikita would have thought she would only have to do again as part of an assault or her nightmares. To do so now was kind of jarring, but luckily Nikita had plenty to tell Alex which helped keep her mind off it.

Alex didn't like the sound of keeping Division going, even if it was only temporary to clean up Percy's mess. It sounded like a slippery slope and while Nikita's intentions were noble Alex could think of at least a dozen ways it could all go south. But debate on their future could wait. All that mattered to Alex right now was the fact that they had a future, that she and Nikita were both alive, together and happy.

There were so many ways Alex would have liked to have celebrated that fact, but there was one in particular which was overwhelming and now might be the only time they could get away with it. The future was so uncertain, but right now Alex had never felt safer to be in Division. There were armed US Marines wandering the halls and an army of them waiting outside so even if there were any Percy sympathisers left Alex severely doubted they would risk making a move now. Then again it was hard to imagine anyone would risk their life by taking on the mighty Nikita just to avenge Percy. After all the man was not well liked and by all accounts they had taken care of his contingency schemes.

So Alex guided her mentor to the maze which was Division's corridors until they reached a room the Russian heiress would never forget. The place she had lived in for months but had never felt like home, the entire time Alex knowing she had a true home, a warm bed and a goddess of a woman waiting for her when she escaped this vile place.

Alex never thought she would return here and yet here she was opening the door to her former 'cell' while murmuring, "This... this was my room."

Nikita smiled softly as she followed Alex into the room, "Mine too."

"I know." Alex smiled as she locked the door, adding once she noticed the look Nikita was giving her, "Michael told me. Some nights it was the only thing that allowed me to sleep. Knowing you had been here too, in this exact room, sleeping in the same bed, I... God, it's kind of pathetic but I used to smell the sheets in the hope I would get the smallest trace of your scent."

Clearly embarrassed Alex lowered her head, prompting Nikita to stroll over to her, lift up her chin and whisper, "I couldn't sleep either. Not without you in my arms. I, I don't think I'll ever be able to sleep without you by my side."

Alex smiled gratefully, "Me neither. I only survived here because I could imagine you here with me. Holding me. Touching me. Fucking me."

Seeing the longing in Alex's eyes Nikita murmured in a warning tone, "Alex, your shoulder-"

"Is fine. I'm fine, I swear." Alex promised, "But, we don't have to do anything if you don't want too. It's kind of been a big day for both of us. I just want to be able to sleep with you, here, in this room, just once. Please? I wanna know what it's like to lay in your arms in this room."

Nikita bit her lip, thinking about it for a long few moments. She obsessively weighed the pros and cons, although mostly cons, but still ultimately couldn't resist cupping Alex's cheek and softly telling the younger girl, "Wait here. I'll be right back, I promise. I just have to do something first."

"What?" Alex whined, not wanting to wait another second to have Nikita's arms wrapped around her.

Briefly kissing Alex's forehead Nikita smiled softly and whispered, "Trust me."

With that Nikita moved away from Alex and swiftly left the room. Then despite her aches and pains she marched with unstoppable determination back to sickbay where she grabbed the rucksack she had brought with her on the raid. It was still half full with loaded weaponry, among other vital things, quickly slipping the most important one of them into her pocket before marching back to her waiting lover.

A few of the doctors tried to check up on her but a quick look from her told them to back off. It was the same for the military officers she passed, the deadly spy smirking as it became crystal clear that everyone around her feared her. Nikita knew it was unhealthy to enjoy the feeling, but in a place like this it could only help keep her and her lover safe. And if being feared was the price of keeping herself and more importantly Alex safe Nikita would do whatever it took to maintain the stone cold killer facade all these people saw her as. Not that it was a complete facade, she thought sadly, before putting such things out of her mind as she entered her old Division quarters to find Alex waiting for her on her bed. Their bed.

After allowing herself a brief moment to enjoy that sight Nikita close the door behind her and locked it. She then briefly thought how flimsy that lock was. How almost anyone with even a bit of security clearance could simply override the lock and walk in here making her gesture all but meaningless. That they certainly weren't safe from discovery, or even 100% safe from someone trying to take them down for what they had done, but then again they never would be. This would never be truly over, but at the moment it was over as it was ever going to be, and because of that... there was something Nikita desperately wanted to do. Almost needed to do, as crazy as it maybe.

"Niki..." Alex whispered, getting up from the bed as Nikita turn to look at her and then walked towards her until she was standing in front of her.

"I was going to wait until our first real date, but it's looking more and more like that's never going to happen." Nikita said sadly, letting out a laugh which sounded more like a cry, "It was a childish dream anyway. Such a risk just to feel like a normal couple for a few hours. But we're not normal Alex. We'll never be normal. Not together, or apart. We're both screwed up, and weird, but as long as we're together... I feel like that could be ok. So, this will have to do. This... this room is so... significant to us both, this is probably more meaningful anyway. And honestly, I can't wait any more."

Alex's mouth fell open in overwhelming shock and joy as Nikita slowly got down on one knee in front of her, the gesture unmistakable.

After searching for the right words for a few seconds Nikita continued, "Alex... we've only really known each other for two years. We spent half that time having sex, and the rest barely talking about anything that matters. I've lied to you and held back information for your own good, and for the good of our mission, but mostly because I didn't want to grow attached to you. I wanted to keep my distance so I'd be able to think rationally, but mostly it was because I thought caring about someone would make me weak. And you do Alex, you make me weak because I can't bear the thought of life without you. I can't think clearly or subjectively because you fill my every waking thought. And while you make me weak by dulling those skills you make me ten times as dangerous, because I would burn the entire world to the ground if I could have just one more night with you in my arms."

"Nikita-" Alex began.

"I love you, Alex." Nikita interrupted huskily, taking the younger girl's hand in her own, "I love you more than anyone or anything I've ever known. I... I don't understand it, I don't know when it happened, if there was ever anything I could have done to stop it, or even if I ever truly wanted to stop it. All I know is I'm in love with you, and I want you to have a symbol of how I truly feel about you. So, if I'm honest, now people can know about us I want there to be no confusion. I want people to look at you and know you're mine. That you belong to me, and if they even think about touching you I'll break every bone in their body. And I know that's wrong, but I don't care. And I know we've only been officially together for two weeks but that's like twenty years for the likes of us. And two years, or even one, are like a lifetime. And things are so intense right now I don't know how long we have left, but whether it's two years or two seconds I want to spend them knowing without a shadow of a doubt that you're mine."

Tears of overwhelming joy filled Alex's eyes during Nikita's speech and then they started running down her cheek when Nikita pulled a little black box from her pocket. Then there was a little pause, Nikita looking at Alex for any sign of objection, something which Alex found absurd.

Cupping Nikita's face Alex whispered, "I've always been yours."

"Yes. Yes you have." Nikita agreed, "But I want you to wear a symbol of that. Something which tells the world Alexandra Udinov belongs to me. That she's mine. That someday she will be my wife. Not that we have to rush into that part, not if you don't want too. We can call this a promise ring, if you like. And you can tell me when you're ready to call it something else. Until then... Alex... someday, will you be my wife?"

During the pause in that last sentence Nikita opened the little box and presented Alex with the most beautiful diamond ring she'd ever seen, the Russian girl taking a couple of long seconds to admire its beauty before she said, "Yes! Yes, I'll be your wife, I'll marry you right now if you want!"

Alex barely got those words out she was crying so hard, the salty tears ruining her make up. Normally she wouldn't worry about such trivial things, but this was such a pivotal moment of her life, something she will remember forever, and the fact was she far from her best. Her body was covered in cuts, bruises and dirt, her hair and make-up were messed up, she was probably ugly crying more than anything resembling ladylike sobbing, and her voice seemed so whiny and high-pitched she almost asked for a do over. Yet somehow Nikita was looking at her like she was the most beautiful thing on earth, that look in turn making Alex feel pretty, if not the most beautiful thing on earth.

Before Alex could give any more thought to her looks Nikita kissed her, softly and tenderly, their lips just lightly brushing together. Then Nikita was taking the ring out of the box and sliding it onto Alex's ring finger, the two women staring at each other nearly the entire time. Then they shared a soft laugh, then they were kissing, gently at first and then not, Nikita lowering Alex down onto the bed as slowly and gently as possible, the younger girl slightly wincing as her injured shoulder came to rest against the bed sheets.

They lay there for quite a while, the two assassins passionately making out with Nikita lying half on top of Alex, half curled up against the younger girl's side so she could avoid putting any weight on Alex's shoulder. Of course Alex had all but forgotten about her injuries or anything else because she had Nikita in her bed. The bed which she had spent countless nights dreaming of Nikita in, romantic and sex dreams all blurring together until she wasn't sure which one she wanted. Then the kiss started getting her all worked up and Alex decided since she'd had one she now wanted the other.

Nikita seemed uncharacteristically reluctant to the idea, shutting down Alex half a dozen times when she tried to intensify the kiss and slapping her hands away when they tried to wander anywhere fun. It reminded Alex of how Nikita had been before they started having sex, the young Russian almost shuddering at the memory. Resistance was very characteristic of that old Nikita, although Alex didn't think she'd ever seen that Nikita smile. Not once. Of course Alex was very aware of why Nikita was hesitant, and since subtly asking for what she wanted wasn't going to cut it Alex decided to take the direct approach.




Love Me



That involves breaking the kiss, looking Nikita directly in the eye and whispering, "Fuck me."

For a moment Nikita almost looked shocked, then a tiny smile briefly crossed her face before she softly asked, "Are you sure you're up for it?"

"Yes." Alex insisted, moving a little closer and huskily adding, "I want this. I need this. Please Nikita, fuck me. I, I want my future wife to ravage me."

Hearing those words drove Nikita wild. Not just the mild dirty talk and Alex pleading for Nikita to fuck her, that always drove the deadly spy crazy, but hearing Alex refer to her as her future wife, God, Nikita could barely resist tearing the other girl's clothes to ribbons and brutally fucking her new fiancé senseless. Thankfully Nikita had mastered restraint a long time ago, although she needed everything she had to simply gently kiss her baby girl and slowly, gently strip her and herself of their clothes.

Even once they were naked Nikita insisted on just kissing Alex for several minutes, keeping the younger girl in line with soft but firm discouraging pushes or simply removing the young Russian's hands from certain places before she decided they were ready for that. Of course when they moved on Nikita was the one touching Alex. She was the top in their relationship after all, and Alex was injured, so the other girl would just have to lie back and let Nikita have her wicked way with her.

To be fair Alex didn't seem to be complaining. Far from it, the younger spy moaning into Nikita's mouth as she slid her hands all over Alex's body. Well, she avoided touching the younger girl in between her legs, or more accurately saved that for later, but compensated by first paying extra attention to Alex's butt and then to her breasts. The butt groping was still more of a tease for later of course, but cupping and massaging those round little hills of flesh, and particularly tweaking those little nipples, had Alex writhing underneath her, Nikita grinning in triumph as she enjoyed every little moan and whimper from her precious protégé.

Nikita was treated to even more moans, whimpers and various other sounds when she finally broke the kiss and moved to Alex's neck, the older assassin spending more time biting down on that soft flesh than she did kissing, licking and sucking on it so there would be another sign of her ownership of Alex on the younger girl's body. Then she briefly moved down to licking and sucking on Alex's nipples, Nikita cupping each breast in turn into her mouth while continuing to press the other with her fingers. Then she became distracted from this task when she finally slid one hand in between Alex's legs.

"Oooooooh, my baby girl is so wet for me." Nikita chuckled, unable to resist looking at her student while she rubbed her very wet pussy.

"I'm, ohhhhhhh, I'm always wet for you sensei." Alex moaned, lifting her hips ever so slightly in response to Nikita's touch.

"And why is that my young padawan?" Nikita teased, slipping her thumb over the other girl's clit.

"Oooooohhhhhh Gooooodddddd, Nikita, mmmmmm, please don't tease me." Alex begged.

"Answer the question, my fiancé." Nikita demanded, pressing her index finger against Alex's entrance.

"Because you turn me on! Because you're a goddess! Ohhhhhh God, because I'm your lesbian slut who craves to lick every inch of your perfect body." Alex whimpered, desperately searching for the words which would make her master give her what she wanted. Then it came to her, Alex almost laughing as she momentarily felt so stupid given how obvious it was. However she was far too desperate to do anything but immediately proclaim, "Because I'm yours! Because I'm your property, ready and willing to be used by you whenever you want!"

Alex was going to say more, a lot more. Whatever it took to get Nikita to fuck her. Of course she believed every word of it, the mighty Nikita being nothing less than a goddess to Alexandra Udinov who considered herself to be this higher being's pussy licker. This true Alpha female's lesbian slut. This perfect creature's property. Nikita's property.

Unfortunately before Alex could list the other things she was to her own personal goddess Nikita began to slowly push her index finger inside of her, Alex's words becoming gibberish as she let out a long, drawn out moan. It was followed by yet more moans once Nikita's finger was all the way inside her pussy, the older spy barely wasting a second before beginning to pump in and out, Nikita officially beginning to finger fuck her fiancé.

Honestly Alex wasn't sure which part of that last thought made her happier, the fact that Nikita was finger fucking her or that she was Nikita's fiancé. Not that she was given much time to analyse it as shortly after sliding her index finger inside her Nikita kissed her again, Alex soon battling the older spy's tongue for dominance inside their mouths.

As usual Nikita was not above playing dirty, in this case meaning after a while she pushed her middle finger into Alex's pussy and then immediately capitalised on the other girl's loss of concentration by bullying her tongue into submission. She then kept Alex's tongue under control by rubbing the young Russian's clit, this being another thing Alex didn't mind, not at all, the younger assassin happily 'letting' Nikita have her way with her. And by 'letting' she meant allowing the natural order of things, Alex feeling... knowing she had no chance against the superior woman, the new head of Zetrov submitting to her master. Her mistress. Her everything.

Nikita smirked in triumph as once again she felt Alex submitting to her, the younger girl going limp underneath her in surrender. Just the way Nikita liked it, this submission fuelling the already raging fire inside her to fuck Alex and make her cum. For Nikita that was never a difficult task and Alex's pussy seemed as welcoming to her fingers as ever, maybe even more so. Which gave her an idea.

Slowing down her rhythm momentarily Nikita very slowly and carefully inserted a third finger. Then she very slowly added a fourth after breaking the kiss with Alex so she could study her lover's face for any discomfort or hesitation. Thankfully although Alex looked a little taken aback at first she stayed relaxed and continued allowing Nikita the access she needed, the younger girl even moaning loudly in pleasure as the older woman slid that fourth finger inside of her, stretching her like never before.

They had talked about doing this recently, and while it was something they had never done before and Alex had never experienced, Alex had agreed to try it. Nikita had promised she would save it for a special occasion and this seemed appropriate. She had also promised that she would make it as easy on Alex as possible, and given the young spy's reactions Nikita was doing a good job. Still she remained cautious, fucking Alex slowly and steadily, only building up the pace again when Alex had been moaning in pure pleasure for quite a while.

Once Nikita started building up the rhythm Alex started humping upwards to meet the older assassin's thrusts while whimpering, "Nожалуйста, пожалуйста, please Nikita, harder! Fuck me harder! Oooooohhhhhh Gooooddddd make me cum! Aaaaaahhhhhh fuckkkkkkk, you feel so good, mmmmmmm, your fingers feel so good inside me, ohhhhhhhh please, пожалуйста fuck me hard and make me cum! Mmmmmm, I feel so full, mmmmmmm, so... stretched, by you, I, oooooooohhhhhhh God Nikita fuck me! Nikita! Oooooohhhhhh Gooooddddddd!" 

Even though Nikita was trying to treat Alex right nowadays she still like to keep her baby girl on the edge of climax, partly to make her eventual orgasm that much stronger and partly for the sadistic joy of torturing her protégé. Although, if Nikita was honest with herself, it was mostly to savour the sense of power she had over the younger/less experienced assassin, this young woman who was powerful in her own right squirming underneath her and desperately begging for her release. Of course Nikita inevitably gave it to her and by their standards Alex wasn't waiting that long until Nikita increased the pace of her thrusts ever so slightly and curled her fingers upwards to attack the other girl's G-spot.

Alex came pretty much instantly, Nikita slowing down while both women savoured the sensation of the younger girl's pussy clamping down behind the older woman's fingers. Of course Alex got the added benefit of a wonderful wave of ecstasy running through her body, but Nikita seemed pretty intent with just staring at her face as she came, her mentor having already confessed to loving the look on her face when she came. Alex completely understood, she felt the same way about watching Nikita cum, something which would be hopefully happening again very soon.

After bringing her down from her high Nikita slowly pulled her fingers out of her cunt, Alex letting out a sharp cry at the bizarre feeling of pain and pleasure that caused her. Or more accurately soreness and pleasure, whatever discomfort she felt barely noticeable and quickly forgotten when Nikita brought her fingers up to her face and then slowly took them one by one into her mouth.

Alex watched intently as Nikita ate her cum this way, moaning most of the time that she was sucking on those fingers until she reached the last digit, which just so happened to be her index finger a.k.a. the finger which had spent most time in Alex's pussy. Nikita then smiled and offered it to her protégé, Alex not hesitating for a second to wrap her lips around Nikita's finger and suck her own juices from them, nearly the whole time staring lustfully at Nikita. Nikita stared intently back as she gave Alex a chance to finish cleaning that finger before she pulled it away from her and started moving down Alex's body.

Before Nikita could get very far Alex softly whispered, "Wait, surely it's your turn?"

"I don't think so." Nikita said dismissively, before being surprised by Alex grabbing her by the hair and stopping her just before she could attack her destination with her mouth.

"How about we make it both our turns?" Alex suggested, trying to make her voice not sound too forceful.

For a moment Alex thought she had overstepped and Nikita would get angry, either giving her a long lecture about who was in charge or bending Alex over and giving her a spanking, both options honestly turning the younger girl on even more. Instead Nikita just smiled at her and shifted her body around so that her womanhood was hovering over Alex's face, the young Russian having to stop herself from immediately reaching out, grabbing Nikita's butt and shoving her downwards the second that wet treasure was close to her forever Nikita's pussy hungry mouth.

Deliberately teasing her protégé/fiancé Nikita slowed her movements once she was hovering over Alex, even stopping altogether when her cunt was about an inch away from the younger spy's face. Then when she heard Alex take a gentle breath in a tiny sign that she was about to beg to eat her pussy Nikita swiftly pressed herself all the way down until she was literally smothering the other girl with her cunt. Which was of course what Alex wanted, minus maybe the trouble breathing part, Nikita lifting herself up slightly so her student could properly breathe again and more importantly lick her needy hole.

Perhaps to punish Nikita for the teasing/smothering Alex didn't dive into that needy hole right away, choosing instead to give the length of the older woman's pussy lips slow but steady strokes with her tongue. It was also possible Alex wasn't sure what speed/force Nikita wanted her to go at, or guessed by the teasing/smothering her sensei was in the teasing mood. The last option was correct, and Nikita suspected it was the reason for Alex's actions which made her happy/proud. Not that it really mattered right now whether Alex correctly anticipated Nikita's mood, the fact was one way or another her minion/fiancé was doing exactly what she wanted her too so she deserved a reward.

Nikita was only too happy to reward Alex. Eventually. But it was just too tempting to lean back so the focus was on her sitting on that young, pretty face, Alex licking away at her pussy lips like a kitten with the saucer of milk, without the slightest bit of hesitation in those licks despite the fact Nikita was taking her sweet time following through on what they agreed. Although to be fair Alex trusted Nikita to do it eventually, and the young Russian seemed eager to return the earlier favour. Plus as had been thoroughly proven by now Alex loved licking Nikita's pussy, perhaps even more than Nikita loved having Alex lick her.

After enjoying that fact for a few moments Nikita decided to reward Alex and prove she liked licking her protégé's pussy just as much, the older woman leaning down until she was in a classic 69 position with the younger girl. Then Nikita took a brief moment to savour the sweet smell of the other assassin's private area before closing her eyes, sticking out her tongue and slowly sliding it over Alex's sex.

For a moment Alex paused to moan as Nikita's tongue caressed her pussy lips, that wet muscle travelling all the way from the bottom where her love hole was to the very top so it teased her clit. Then Alex refocused on licking her teacher's cunt, knowing from previous experience it was likely Nikita would punish her in some way if she got 'lazy' and stop doing what she was supposed to do just because of the older woman's talented tongue. And the most likely punishment was being denied that talented tongue, something Alex certainly didn't want to happen.

Despite being already given a handful of orgasms the taste of Nikita's pussy on her tongue could quickly revitalised Alex. Plus spending a year of near non-stop training with Nikita, or more accurately a year of almost non-stop training/non-stop training and fucking the last six months of it, Alex's stamina was nearly inhuman. And honestly while Nikita's tongue was more than a little distracting in its own way it also motivated her to continue her work, especially as it was basically returning the favour for Alex's latest round of multiple orgasms.

Of course because of those orgasms, and the sheer joy of licking the superior woman's pussy, it wasn't long before Nikita's talented tongue had Alex on the edge of yet another climax. That in turn pushed Alex to work even harder to get her mentor/fiancé off, the younger spy frantically jerking her head up and down so she was bashing the older assassin's clit with her nose/upper lip with every thrust of her tongue. She also curled that tongue inside her boss, hitting Nikita's G-spot with practised ease, Alex only pausing this technique briefly so she could swallow her lover's heavenly girl cream.

After a little more teasing Nikita began basically using the same technique, the dominant brunette making sure that both she and her minion came at the same time, that minion never more grateful as she couldn't think of a happier time in her life than when she and Nikita came together. Well, there were a few times which were just as good like the last time they had sex, Alex briefly taking a moment to become lost in the memory before she concentrated on swallowing Nikita's cum and then roughly tongue fucking the other woman to another climax.

Nikita did the same thing, the two women becoming lost in making each other cum for what felt like an eternity. Then, as was almost always the case with these things, Nikita decided enough was enough and she pulled herself away from Alex, turned round and collapsed on her protégé's body. She then briefly wondered if it was Alex's youth at gave her stamina to go on forever, or whether she just wanted to please her master, even now that it was so much more than teacher/student. Nikita expected this latter, that thought making her smile softly into Alex's neck before she gently began to kiss it, lingering there for a while before making her way to the younger girl's lips.

Unsurprisingly Alex welcomed her lips, and later her tongue, the little Russian jackrabbit kissing Nikita back with impressive enthusiasm even for her. And Nikita enjoyed those lips and eventually Alex's tongue against her own, the always in control brunette indulging a long make out session with her young protégé/fiancé. Then Nikita broke what had been mostly a gentle kiss, pulled back and just stared down at the girl who had stolen her heart, at some point gently cupping Alex's face and smiling softly.

"How would you like to make this a really special night?" Nikita asked eventually.

Alex thought it was already a pretty eventful night, one she would no doubt remember for the rest of her life, but that didn't stop her from replying, "What did you have in mind?"

Nikita hesitated for a moment and then softly replied, "I was thinking you could top me."

Feeling a little confused Alex half smiled, half frowned, "Ok, but I've done that before."

Nikita shook her head, "No, I mean really top me."

Alex thought for a minute, and then she realised what the other woman might be implying, "You mean-"

"Fuck my ass." Nikita interrupted, "I want you to fuck my ass."

Trying and failing not to seem nervous Alex asked, "Have you ever done that before?"

Nikita shook her head, "No. I've never done that. I... I never wanted too."

As Nikita trailed off, seemingly in deep thought, Alex said, "You don't have too."

Snapping out of her thoughts Nikita refocused on her lover and said, "I want too! I'm going too! I mean... you're different. With... with other women, I was always dominant. Sometimes I let them think they were in control, but it was an illusion. And it was the same thing with men, I always had them right where I wanted them. Even the men I loved I needed to control, because I never truly trusted them. Never really let them in. But you Alex, you're different. I want you to have every part of me. The most private part of me, the part I never let anyone have, and truly submit to someone for the first time in my life. If you're up for it."

The fact that the last part of that sentence was challenging did not go unnoticed by Alex, who tried to smile bravely while replying, "Oh, I'm up for it."

Nikita smiled softly and then kissed her lover, "Wait here, I'll be right back."

Feeling her strength renewed Nikita lifted herself up and was about to crawl off of Alex and get off the bed when her protégé/fiancé flipped her onto her back, pressed up against her and literally growled, "No, you wait here. I'll be right back."

While Nikita was sure Alex was going for dominant she instead came off as cute. Adorable even, Nikita knowing she could effortlessly flipped their positions again and put this girl in her place. Of course that was part of the thrill of submitting to Alex, knowing she was allowing this weaker girl to top her. It also allowed Nikita to let go of her precious control, knowing she could regain it if she really wanted too. Although she was sure there would be no need for that as Alex was one person in the whole world she could trust with anything, including her mental and physical well-being.

As she calmed herself with that fact Nikita watched Alex giddily skipped towards the bag she'd left next to the sink, pull out a strap-on and quickly began attaching it. Then Nikita raised an eyebrow as Alex reached back into the bag to retrieve some anal lubricant, the older spy calling out, "Don't you want me to suck it?"

"After." Alex said dismissively, looking at Nikita mischievously as she squeezed some of the lube into her hand before began to approach the bed while rubbing the liquid into the shaft, "All I want you to do right now is bend over."

Smiling wickedly Nikita turned over, lifted herself onto all fours and then asked teasingly, "Are you finally going to have your revenge Alexandra Udinov?"




Love Me



Frowning Alex said, "No!"

Looking back Nikita questioned, "No?"

"No!" Alex repeated firmly, "If you want me to dominate you, I will. But I have no interest in revenge, especially not against you. Stopping division and Semak was the right thing to do, but it didn't give me peace. I convinced myself it would, but it didn't make me feel anything except hollow. But you Nikita... us... this, what's between us, that gave my life meaning."

Nikita blushed slightly, "I meant, are you about to get revenge for all those ass fuckings I gave you."

"Oh." Alex mumbled, blushing a much darker shade of red then Nikita, "In that case, still no. I'm going to reward you for them."

The two women exchanged a smile and then Alex slowly got onto the bed, got into position behind Nikita and then spread the older assassin's ass cheeks. Nikita tensed, momentarily expecting the strap-on. Then she relaxed, deep down knowing Alex would supply her with a lot more preparation first. And then she relaxed completely when Alex proved her right, the young Russian leaning down and sliding her tongue over Nikita's ass hole, causing the more deadly spy to moan in pleasure. Oh how she loved receiving a rim job from her beloved Alex, Nikita hoping this was a sign that she would enjoy getting her ass fucked.

Alex knew that Nikita loved being rimmed giving she had spent a lot of time in between her mentor's cheeks. It was mostly at Nikita's request too, if you could call grabbing Alex by the hair and shoving her face into her ass, or literally sitting on her face, a request. Of course recently Nikita had been mostly asking and Alex kind of missed the more forceful Nikita, but she wasn't going to dwell on that now. Not when she was trying to relax Nikita, and in Alex's experience nothing relaxed her boss like a nice long ass licking.

Sure enough that's exactly what Alex gave her, the younger girl spending a very long time just gently lapping at that puckered hole before eventually picking up her game. That included swirling her tongue clockwise and anticlockwise around the tight anal ring, even trying to push into it from time to time, not that she made much headway. Not until she added her finger into the mix, Alex covering that digit with the anal lubricant she had brought with her before slowly pressing it to Nikita's virgin ass hole.

Once she was sure Nikita had voluntarily relaxed enough Alex increased the pressure enough to push the finger into her boss's ass, both teacher and student letting out a cry/moan as that finger gained access to Nikita's forbidden depths. Of course Nikita's cry was mostly out of pain but Alex was confident enough she could make her mentor enjoy it, although she did briefly worry that was because feeling the dominant woman's ass clenched down on her finger was an amazing turn on. Then she started slowly sliding that finger out of Nikita's butt and the other assassin's moans became increasingly pleasure filled, Alex smiling with delight as she began to truly believe Nikita would enjoy this... and that she would actually let her do this.

As she had been disappointed before Alex tried not to get her hopes up over such things, but it had been hard not to get excited over the chance to take the mighty Nikita's anal cherry. Now it was looking more and more like her sensei was actually going to let her do it, Alex's heart beating faster with every thrust of her finger. That didn't stop her from taking a long time to finger Nikita's ass, or take the time to add a second finger and give the other woman a little more of a rim job, but eventually Alex got the impression that Nikita was ready. Ready for her to take her anal cherry. Ready for little Alexandra Udinov to take the big bad Nikita's anal virginity, the younger spy eventually taking her fingers out of the older assassin's butt and pressing her dildo against her target.

Just letting it rest there for a few seconds Alex enjoyed the moment, then she smacked Nikita's ass, "Do you remember when you took my ass for the first time? Do you remember what you said?"

Nikita smiled softly, "Spread your cheeks?"

"Uh-huh." Alex murmured, sliding her dildo up and down Nikita's butt cheeks, "Well, now it really is your turn моя любовь. Spread your cheeks, Nikita. Give me your virgin ass hole."

Hearing these words vividly brought Nikita right back to the first time she had taken Alex's ass. How, after hours of pounding teen pussy in various different positions, she had forcefully bent Alex over the bed and had ordered her to spread her cheeks in a much harsher tone than her protégé had just used. Then when Alex hesitated Nikita had spent a long minute spanking the younger girl's butt. Then she asked again, Alex doing as she was told immediately.

Wanting to give Alex her chance at revenge Nikita waited a while but only received a single slap to her backside and a firmer command of, "I said spread your ass for me bitch!"

Briefly Nikita considered pushing Alex further, but after everything they'd been through today decided against it. Instead the mighty Nikita very slowly reached back and spread her ass cheeks, offering up her virgin ass hole to her young protégé. To the young woman she had violently sodomised and abused countless times, an odd relief filling Nikita's body had the knowledge she would finally be offering Alex a appropriate apology for her previous transgressions against her.

Of course Alex was far more gentle with her than she deserved, and while Nikita had predicted this and wanted to tell the young girl just to slam every inch of that dildo into her ass hole and brutalise her the older brunette found her nervousness getting the better of her. Perhaps more importantly it made Nikita's heart swell to have Alex being so kind to her, but even after everything she had done to her now fiancé Alex would never even consider taking her anal cherry roughly, instead opting to press the dildo against Nikita's tight back hole and pushing forward as slowly as possible until the bulbous head of the cock slipped past the older assassin's anal ring and into her butt.

An intense pain wracked her body, Nikita welcoming it as punishment for past sins. Of course it was short lived and anything after that was merely discomfort by her standards, even the intense pain nothing compared to some of the horrors she had experienced. However the humiliation was wonderfully intense, Nikita blushing as she acknowledged the sheer irony that on the night she had seemingly done the impossible and one her war against Division, killing Percy and bringing the organisation to its knees in surrender to her, she was surrendering her most private of holes to Alex, a injured girl half her age sodomising the mighty Nikita who even assisted in the process by spreading her ass cheeks in total submission.

Naturally Alex was very aware of this. In fact she couldn't stop thinking about it, the young spy overwhelmed that this goddess was surrendering to her like this. That this far deadlier assassin had bent over and spread her cheeks for her, Nikita literally asking Alex to butt fuck her, something she had allowed no other man or woman to do, ever. The alpha female who had dominated her so effortlessly throughout their relationship now the submissive bottom while Alex was the dominant top sliding a dildo into her bitch's ass.

Watching Nikita's ass hole stretch for her literally had been a dream come true, Alex thinking she was going to cum just from taking Nikita's anal cherry. She then felt the same thing as she began to slowly slid the rest of the strap-on into Nikita's rectum, Alex giving the now former anal virgin plenty of time in between each additional inch of dildo to relax. Which was far longer than Nikita ever allowed her, but then again the superior woman wasn't a butt slut like Alex.

Just as Alex thought that Nikita let out a moan. It was soft, almost inaudible, but it seemed deafening, and not just because for the last couple of minutes the only sound had been a few muffled cries and grunts of pain from the far deadlier spy. It suggested Nikita might actually like this, something Alex thought would only happen in her wildest dreams. True, she had been pretty sure butt fucking Nikita would remain a dream, but given the older woman's guilt over their past Alex had always figured this might happen someday, but she hadn't dared to think Nikita would actually like it in the same way she did.

Still moving as slowly as possible Alex pulled almost all the way out when she had half of the dildo buried in Nikita's butt. Then she pushed back in again, then out, then in, then out and so on, Alex repeating the process over and over again so that she was officially ass fucking the mighty Nikita, the young brunette becoming lost in staring at where the dildo was pumping in and out of Nikita's ass hole that she missed the first half a dozen moans of pleasure from her precious sensei.

Nikita had ass fucked many, many women. Some had been sluts who loved it up the ass, some had been prudes who had never even considered allowing anything into their ass holes, and some had even tried anal and never had a good experience. All of them had ended up moaning in pleasure and eventually cumming hard and begging desperately for more, so Nikita expected nothing less than the same fate. What she hadn't been expecting was just how quickly she would start moaning for her young protégé.

Clearly Alex had been paying attention to exactly what Nikita was doing during a butt fucking. To be fair Nikita had fucked Alex's ass countless times and taught her student to always study her surroundings so if anything she would have been disappointed if Alex had acted totally clueless when it came to dishing out an ass fucking. Especially given the girl has proven more than competent dishing out a pussy fucking. Still, while the timing and strength behind her thrusts remained near enough perfect Alex's technique was not the only reason Nikita moan so quickly, the woman who had always considered herself a top blushing as her back passage quickly adjusted to being fucked.

She seemed to adjust with the quickness of a true anal slut, something which didn't go unnoticed by Alex, "What do you say Nikita? What do you say?"

Nikita blushed, "I... I like it."

"No, I already knew that." Alex scolded, giving Nikita's ass a slapped in a mirror image of what her sensei would do if she got something wrong when it was her ass being fucked, "I already knew you liked it up the ass because you're moaning for me like an anal whore, and while you like me stating the obvious while you're fucking my ass I just want you to tell me what's important. The only thing that ever really mattered to me. I want to hear it! I want to hear those two little words."

After frantically searching her delirious mind for a few long seconds Nikita smiled softly, "You're mine. Mmmmmm, you're mine Alex. You belong to me."

"And what does that make you?" Alex pushed.

Smiling at the irony Nikita replied, "Yours. I'm yours, mmmmmm, all yours. Oh God Alex, I used to treat you so badly, ooooooooh fuck, and, mmmmmm, I know claiming to own you isn't right, but it's how I feel and ohhhhhhhhh, it feels right. It feels right to call you my property Alex, ooooooohhhhhhh, because I'm yours too! Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh Gawwwwwwwwwd, ooooooohhhhhhh Alex, I'm as much yours as you are mine! Maybe more, because whenever there is the slightest sign you're in danger I can barely breathe, and if anything happened to you it would fucking end me. That's why I'm doing this, to prove I'm yours, ooooooooooh like you're mine, mmmmmmm ohhhhhhhhh Alex, I'm yours Alex! I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours, I'M YOURS!"

Nikita repeated those two little words Alex wanted to hear so bad over and over as ever so slowly the pace of the butt fucking was increased, her loyal protégé proving she had learned more than fighting skills from being underneath Nikita's wing for the better part of three years. In fact it seemed to take Alex no time at all to reduce her sensei into a incoherent mess, the far deadlier assassin moaning, groaning, crying, screaming and even whimpering in pleasure as for the first time Nikita came from anal sex.

It was hard, it was powerful, but most of all it was cathartic. Nikita had promised Alex this wouldn't be about revenge or atoning for her sins, but she lied. She'd had to lie because Nikita had made a far more important promise to herself once she had accepted she loved Alex with every fibre of her being. Namely that every day for the rest of her life Nikita would try and make up for all the bad things she had done to her baby girl. It just so happened that this was one of the most pleasant so far, Nikita's mind quickly melting from blissful submission. Submission to her protégé. Her baby girl. Her Alex. Her reason for breathing.

Alex had been hurt by the fact Nikita lied to her, but she had let go of that and any other pain a long time ago, or at least got over it as much as she ever could. If she hadn't she would have probably gone crazy, and more importantly wasted precious time with the love of her life, which might sound a little cheesy but in a world where literally every day was a fight to stay alive seconds with Nikita were more important to Alex than the entire Zetrov fortune.

Nevertheless Alex did find it cathartic to pound Nikita's ass with a strap-on dildo. Not out of any twisted revenge, but because it was so unbelievably hot to turn the tables on her sensei. Her mentor. This goddess of a woman who just might be the most deadly assassin in the world who had spent the last year using Alex as her own personal fuck toy was now on all fours with a strap-on cock slamming in and out of her most private hole. A hole no man or woman had ever come close to fucking, yet now little Alexandra Udinov was getting to use the mighty Nikita's forbidden hole as her own personal fuck hole.

Honestly Alex had never felt so powerful. So dominant. So in control. Which wasn't what she was used to, and truthfully not what she preferred, but for someone who considered herself a bottom to suddenly top her top was thrilling beyond words. And Nikita was the best, Alex unable to imagine there was a more dominant top in the world as sure, Nikita had bent over for her willingly but she could also turn the tables in a heartbeat, Alex not so much a young wolf taking control of the pack but a little pup being allowed to be dominant at the request of the true Alpha female between them.

Wanting desperately to please that Alpha female, and do half as good a job at butt fucking as Nikita, Alex devoted every ounce of her strength into slamming her mentor's ass. The stimulator on her clit and the sheer joy of dominating the other far deadlier assassin threatening to overwhelm Alex, but still she sodomised Nikita through orgasm after orgasm. It was also a miracle she held on during the violent climaxes Nikita received, the older woman bucking and shaking as her protégé pounding her butt until she didn't have a drop of energy left and collapsed down onto Nikita's sweaty body.

The next thing Alex you she was on her back with Nikita in between her legs, the older woman sucking on her toy cock like it was her job. Lazily Alex stroked Nikita's hair as she contemplated how blissfully happy she was. She also imagined the future they might have together, both good and bad, Alex eventually asking her fiancé, "So, do you think we can make this work?"

Removing her mouth from the dildo and looking up Nikita stared at her young lover for a few moments, then asked "Turning this place around, or us?"

"Both." Alex said.

Nikita thought it over for a few long moments and then replied, "Do you remember what I told you when this all started?"

Alex frowned, "Here we go?"

Nikita smiled, "Here we go again."



Love Me?



She was smiling at me as we entered the club. The music was a bit loud for my taste, but it almost always is. I had no objections to the bass thump that those huge speakers were producing. I'm almost used to it in there.

My wife walked toward a table in the center of the main room and slid her thigh length leather coat down her shoulders in that seductive way that seems to make all men babble incoherently for a moment, no matter how fast talking they may be. In seconds her coat was draped on the back of a chair, as was my own, and her body was revealed to everyone around us.

She's gorgeous. There is no other possible way to describe my sexy little red head. Her body is slim, her legs long and firm, her breasts small and up thrust. Long red hair slides along her shoulder blades, almost to the middle of her back. She has the creamy smooth skin that glows in twilight and tans softly in the sun. All of these things pale, though, against those deep blue eyes. I sigh when I see her enter a room even now.

Sue smiled up at me; 4 inch heels and a short red dress made her seem even taller, though still shorter than me. I could feel a stir below my waist and feel one even now as I tell the story of that night. 

"Love me?" she asked, grinning.

"More every day," I replied, reaching around to squeeze her ass. Those heels forced her muscles to stay flexed and her rear was tight under my hand.

I walked to the bar to grab a bucket of ice as she got situated at our table. I was smoking a Marlboro Light and grinning like a fool as I made my way there. What a night this would be. They always are.

We made small-talk over loud music, gazing out at the dance floor at gyrating bodies. The place was crowded, but not quite packed. There were quite a few attractive people bumping and grinding against one another. Women moved gracefully in various states of undress. Men moved the way men have to when music plays and we have to dance to it. I must admit that dancing is not my favorite activity, but here it became a bit more interesting. 

"I can't wait to get fucked," she said, sipping on a glass of wine.

I grinned at this, wondering what she had in mind. I nodded. I couldn't wait either.

An hour later, we were walking around the first floor of our favorite club, peaking into rooms to see if anything interesting might be afoot. Many things were. We saw couples on couches tasting one another. There were women kissing and licking in every room. Normally, we'd stop to watch for a minute or two, but tonight Sue had something else in mind.

As we entered a sunroom in the East corner of the building, I realized just what she wanted. This was the room reserved for single males. I wondered exactly what she wanted and a moment later tossed the thought aside. I would know soon enough.

"Sit," she commanded as she pushed me onto one of the leather benches, "and relax for a minute."

I saw that spark in her eyes and knew I was in for a good time.

She sat on the bench across from me, knowing that this empty room wouldn't be empty for long. Her eyes were on mine as she slid her dress up, slowly, along those exquisite thighs. Her legs were parted wide enough to touch either side of the bench on which she sat. I watched her fingers as she caressed the smooth skin of her inner thighs teasing both of us as they moved from knee to mid thigh. Her eyes were still on me as she hooked the side straps of her silk thong and pushed down.

The room was no longer vacant and we both knew it.

She stood, her dress slinking back down into place, and knelt before me. In less than five minutes we had drawn a crowd of eight men. She loved it. I could tell by the way she pulled her red dress up to her breasts and let it fall again. Murmurs of approval were spoken for a moment and then the under beat of the music was all the sound one could hear other than moaning and panting from other rooms.

All eyes were on my wife as she stood again, her panties on the seat next to me, and pulled the dress over her head. Her nipples were jutting into the cool air of a place that would soon be hot with sex and lust. 

She looked around the room at those eight men. I knew she would have fun with this.

"Stand up," she spoke to them in a sexy voice that she only acquired in moments like this, "I want to see those cocks."

All but a few stood and zippers were pulled almost immediately.

"I want two of you. The rest get to watch if they jack off for me," she moaned as she began to walk around the room.

Sue touched each cock as she walked by, softly fondling their growing erections with the tips of her fingers. She licked her lips and smiled at a few, dismissing those she thought were small or unacceptable for some other reason. Two caught her attention and she looked over her shoulder at me and smiled.

The first was tall, lean, and dark skinned. He had a seven inch cock that pointed upward and at an angle. He moaned as she stroked him for a moment, testing his hardness with a firm squeeze. 

"You," she said simply and held his hard on as she went to the next one that might be what she wanted.

Her other hand caressed the cock of a black man, moving over its eight inches with fluid ease. He was a bit thicker than the other, and she liked them thick.

"Everyone else sit down. I want to see you stroke those cocks for me boys."

Each of them obeyed her command, as did I.

"Not you baby. Stand up for me and get naked," she demanded of me. Who was I to refuse? 

"Both of you," she looked at the two whom she'd picked, her hands still sliding along their flesh, "Clothes off."

Once again, she got what she wanted. In seconds she was on her knees, my cock in her warm mouth. I watched as her hands roamed along the other two naked men. She cupped their balls, circling each with her thumbs as she swallowed my cock, taking six of my eight inches deep into her throat. 

As she pulled away, she smiled up at me. To the left was a thick black cock that she licked and devoured for a few moments before switching to the white one on her right. Her moans were audible as she moved between each of our dicks, tasting what she could fit in her mouth and then licking underneath along the balls of another. 

Sue stopped and looked around the room at the five or six guys left. She smiled at the hard cocks being stroked all around us and went back to work with that wonderful mouth of hers.

She stood up, my cock still in her mouth, bent at the waist. She tugged on the one to her left.

"Got a rubber?" I asked as he went around behind her.

He nodded, bending down to his pile of clothes and producing a strip of condoms. He opened one, tossed one to the guy beside him and offered me one which I politely declined.

As he positioned himself behind my lovely wife, she looked up at me. She wanted to look at me at the moment he thrust his big black cock into her. I love the look on her face when she cums, and we both knew she would as soon as he entered her.

I felt her body come forward as he slid his long member into her awaiting cunt. Her eyes went wide and in seconds I saw the look we'd been waiting for. She nearly screamed at the moment she came, squeezing the cock in her hand as she began to stroke mine fast and hard. 

The man behind her was moving slowly and she decided that she needed more. Sue bucked back against him, hard, moving faster with every second. Her mouth wrapped around the white cock beside her. I heard a moan to my left and one coming from behind Sue. This wasn't going to last much longer. 

I was proved correct in less than a minute as the cock in her mouth began to spray deep into her throat. The guy grunted loudly as he pushed her head further down his shaft as she swallowed everything he gave her.

I saw her body shake as she came again. The cock in her pussy was buried deep and he had stopped moving. He gasped as he filled his rubber. I knew that her pussy must be gripping and milking him as she had done to me so many times before.

No sooner had he pulled out, she pushed me back on the bench, mounting my rock hard cock and screaming.

"Cum for me! Fuck! Every one of you! Cum for me!"

I loved it. Every man in the room pistoned their fists, each becoming a blur as they all tried to fulfill her command. 

She rode me so hard and fast that all I could do was hold on and get ready to cum.

Sue looked to the right of us at a man stroking a six inch cock and moaned as she pounded against me.

"Cum on my tits!" she screamed at him, "Hurry up! I want it on my tits!"

He aimed for her sexy little tits as best he could and let loose a string of cum that covered one nipple. She reached for him and began to milk his cock, using her lips and tongue to clean off any cum that hadn't landed on her tits.

And without warning I was cumming hard. My body jerked as I watched her tasting a stranger's cock.

She released him, nearly collapsing against my chest.

"Love me?" she asked, panting against my chest.

"More every day," I replied.



Love Me Because



Deb stared at the form in the mirror. A large blob of flesh stared back at her. She tried to think back to a time when there was a slender woman looking back at her, but such a memory escaped her. It seemed so long ago. Was she 18? Was she 20? She couldn't recall, but it was at least 20 years ago. She noticed the new insults beginning visited in the form of wrinkles around her eyes. Wasn't being terminally fat enough? Now nature reminded her that she was fat and old. Too old to regain the figure that danced in her dreams, eluding her in her waking hours. She sighed deeply and went about the business of preparing for the day. Thank heaven for winter. A heavy woman's favorite time of year, when you could cover up a lot with bulky sweaters and heavy coats. But it wasn't as if she was fooling anyone. Especially not herself.

Dressed to go and face the day, she opened the front door and made her way down the drive to her car. She always parked near the street, just in case the extra 40 steps might be the magic cure. She opened the car door and sat down. Seat belt affixed, she cranked the car to let it warm up. She looked about the neighborhood, waiting for the engine to signal it was ready with the familiar hum. She noticed the boxes piled outside the house next door. Another new neighbor. That house had sold at least three times since she had moved in two years after her divorce. That had been seven years ago. Three new neighbors in five years had to be a record. She noted that the boxes weren't the usual liquor boxes or other grocery store hand-me-downs. This family actually used moving boxes, all seeming to be neatly labeled for the room it would occupy and the contents therein. She thought to herself "Don't you hate neat people?". She was a neat freak, too and all her friends constantly reminded her of how much that grated on the nerves of the average person. 

The engine settled into the steady hum that indicated she was free to go. She shifted into reverse and turned slightly in the seat to check for oncoming traffic. All clear. She headed out and into her day. As she drove past the house next door, she noticed a man coming down the front walk with more boxes neatly stacked for the trash men. She saw past the stack to a handsome face and a tight, fit body. "Sheesh! Lord save me from neighbors who jog or otherwise flaunt their physical fitness. It makes the rest of us look bad." As she drove away, she noticed a raised hand above the boxes. She tried to wave back, but was already down the street to far when she had noticed. He must have seen her giving him the once over. Not only had she lost her figure and her looks, now she had lost her subtlety. 

Sitting behind the desk at work, she silently cursed the PC. It was his fault she had grown so wide. She had been merely pleasingly plump when she met that thing. A promotion, it was called. They should have been honest and called it the demise of all hopes at ever having a normal size waist. She had gone from a floor supervisor to a training maven. Now, she spent most of her time sitting at that infernal thing, munching sweets and salty snacks retrieved from its damnable partner, the snack machine. And the soda machine was in on it too. They beckoned her, cajoling her in to purchasing security blankets in Twinkie wrappers. Whenever a project decided to misbehave, she could count on the machines from hell to rear their ugly heads. First the PC would swallow whole a day and a half of work, then his cronies would entice her to sacrifice her body to the training gods but consuming chips and brownies, cookies and pretzels. And it was shaping up to be one of those days. Hell, who was she kidding. It was one of those weeks. One of those months. Hell, the entire year had been piss poor. Ah, quitting time, wherefore art thou?

Back at home, in her warm house, she settled in to pay her homage to the television gods. Another offering to the gods, this time of popcorn. Perhaps a little ice cream, just to be sure the harvest of shows would flourish. And then time to exercise. Walk into the kitchen and do the dishes. Take the trash to the curb. Bundled up like an Eskimo, she trundled out the back door and down to the street. She dropped the bag into the waste bin and turned to walk back uphill to the house. As she turned, she heard a pleasant voice shouting "Hello, neighbor!" in her direction. She looked around and saw him standing across the drive, wearing a sweat suit. Jogging. She knew it. She mustered a smile and called back a greeting. Then he did the unthinkable. A thing that neighbors do not do. Not anymore. Not since granny was a young one. He walked up to her side of the drive and introduced himself. With outstretched hand, he said "I'm Robert Thomlin. My friends call me Bobby." She took the hand briefly, a little shake. 

"Deborah MacLamore. My friends call me Deborah." He smiled and let out a short laugh. His eyes danced with glee, catching the glow of the street light. He looked at her. Straight in the eyes, no less. He actually made eye contact and then he started...what were those things called again?...a conversation. He chatted away about where he was from, how he had bought the house for a song from the poor couple who was divorcing and how he really enjoyed good friends. She smiled politely, noticing his straight-toothed smile and the dimples that played on his cheeks as he smiled or laughed. He was beautiful. She had never used that word to describe a man, but he was. "Either REALLY married or gay" she thought to herself. She tuned back into the conversation as she heard him say "So, would you like to come?" She wanted to shout yes, but she wasn't sure what he was inviting her to. But a guy, married or gay or whatever had actually asked her to show up somewhere, sometime for something. How long had it been? She was married so long, too long. And only two dates since the divorce three years ago. The idea that someone would ask her anywhere was exciting. Fat girls aren't asked out much, even by friends to dinner parties. Perhaps the "normals" are afraid "her type" will eat the other guests if they run out of buffet tidbits. 

Deb smiled as graciously as she could, then said yes. She sounded so matter-of-fact. Like invitations were everyday occurrences. They were, out there in Normal World. But the big problem was - what had she accepted an invitation to? Bobby smiled a winning, charming smile, then helped out by mapping out the details for the soiree. "It won't be a big bash. Just a housewarming thing. My sister insists. She says it is the thing to do when you buy your first house. I'll have some old friends over, family, you know. The usual. And, of course, at least one new friend. It'll start about 2:00 p.m. on Saturday, and last until 4:00 p.m. or until everyone gets bored and runs away! Just come over when you feel like it. Stay as long as you can. I mean, as long as you like." His smile was big and he seemed genuinely happy that she would be coming over. She smiled back, happy to see him happy. Then he winked. He actually closed one eye and not the other. He winked. At her. She nervously giggled. Then she looked down demurely and came back to planet earth. Seeing the large body on which her head sat reminded her that he was being a good neighbor and nothing more. She quickly looked back up and lost the smile somewhere along the way. "I'm looking forward to meeting your wife." Bobby looked quizzically at her and scratched his beard. "Me too." He smiled again and told her "I'm not married. Not yet, anyway." Aha, gay. Just like she thought. But some of her best male friends were gay. She actually enjoyed their company and sometimes preferred it. No questions of where the relationship would lead. No silly notions that, if he got to know her true inner self, he would fall head over heels for her, despite her shortcomings. Good. A friend. One could never have too many friends.

Saturday arrived and she stood before the mirror again. What to wear, what to wear. Everything made her look so fat. But then it dawned on her. She was. "Just get dressed, Deb." She showed up at Bobby's door around 2:30, in a sweater and skirt outfit, looking lovely to anyone except herself. A man answered the door, a drink in one hand and the other outstretched. "Come in, come in. You must be the neighbor next door. Bobby said he had invited you. Make your self comfortable. What do you want to drink?" How did he know who she was? Bobby must have described her. "I'm expecting a neighbor. She is rotund and mountainous, but she has a heart of gold. Be nice to her. She doesn't get out much." She drew in a deep breath and asked for just a club soda on ice. The happy doorman ran off and returned in a flash with a glass in one hand and a tray in the other. "And what can I entice you with, my dear?" She thought of several things all at once, but decided to keep it clean. She took a canapé off the tray and took the drink he offered. He smiled and then moved away at the sound of the doorbell. 

Deborah looked around the room, not recognizing anyone else from the neighborhood. She looked for a corner to blend into. But suddenly Bobby swooped into the room and hugged her. "Hello, Deborah! So glad you could make it. Let me introduce you to everyone." He waltzed her through a group of people, and over to the kitchen. "Anna, this is Deborah. Anna is my dear, precious, lovely sister." Deb looked across the island at a near reflection of herself. Anna was a large woman. But she was beautiful. She was dressed impeccably, her hair cut in a neat bob that framed a lovely face. Deb smiled and put out her hand. "Nice to meet you." And she meant it. Anna smiled and took Deb's hand. "Thank you for coming. Bobby was afraid you had decided not to come. He kept looking out the backdoor to your place. I told him he was going to get a reputation as a Peeping Tom." Deb felt more at ease now. She wasn't the lone ranger. She had met a Tonto. 

Bobby smiled at her and told her he wanted to introduce her to the rest of the group. He took her by the hand, clinging tightly but gently. He smiled at her and winked again. She felt a rush of emotions. His warm hand seemed charged with electricity and his smile flashed energy. He leaned close to her and whispered a thank you, soft and close to her ear. She could only smile. Bobby's looked turned serious and he lightly pressed his lips to hers. She felt her body tingle as he kissed her tenderly. He pulled back and asked forgiveness for being so rash. "I normally don't maul my guests. I am simply taken by how lovely you are. Please don't think me a Romeo. I assure you my intentions are honorable. At least, for now." Again he winked. This time, Deb winked back. She squeezed his hand and returned his smile. He was genuinely happy to be her side. He was sincere in his feelings and she was thrilled. At last, someone looked at her without loathing, without pity. He looked at her like a man should. He saw the entire package and he liked what he saw. 

He ushered her about the house, from room to room, introducing the family first, then friends. Deb smiled and shook hands until her face hurt and her hand ached. Everyone smiled and looked into her eyes. They said hello to her face, not her big body. Bobby was a gracious host and everyone seemed to love him. As she moved through the introductions, she realized that there were several people at the gathering that didn't fit the "normal" category. She felt at ease, and was soon laughing and talking with her newfound friends. 

Deb heard the clock on the mantle chiming 4:00. It hadn't seemed like it had been an hour and a half. She was a bit sad to hear the last strike. Guests started gathering their coats and bags and headed to the door. She went into the bedroom and looked among the mix of coats on the bed, searching for hers. She picked it up and walked over to Anna, who was standing in the doorway. "I had a wonderful time. Thank you. And thank Bobby for me." Anna took her hand and smiled. "Don't you dare run out before he has a chance to thank you for coming. We enjoyed your company immensely. He'd be so disappointed if he didn't get to tell you before you leave. Don't tell him I told you, but my brother has a crush on you." Deb felt her face go flush. Anna turned and went off in search of Bobby. Deb walked into the hallway and toward the living room. This had to be a dream. She stared at the floor, as was her habit. You don't see them stare if you look down. 

Deb looked up just as she collided with Bobby. He let out a hardy laugh and then said "Fancy running into you here." Deb smiled, in spite of the fact that she was terribly embarrassed, and more than a little concerned she might have hurt him. Bobby took her hand in his and looked into her eyes. "Thank you for coming. I really enjoyed your company." Deb smiled back at him. "I had a great time. I'm just sorry none of the other neighbors were able to come." Bobby smiled a sheepish grin. "You were the only one I invited." 

Deb walked away, on a cloud. Bobby called after her. "Would you like to go out to dinner this evening?" Deb looked around to see who else was standing there. Bobby laughed at her. "Stop clowning. Yes or no?" Deb smiled a winning, beautiful smile and gave him an affirmative nod. Bobby came out of the house and walked toward her. "I think I know my way to your house, so I will pick you up at 7:00. We can go into town for Italian. You do like Italian, don't you?" Deborah smiled and used a line that served her well most of the time. "I love all food. Can't you tell?" She laughed a nervous laugh, but Bobby looked at her very seriously. "You are a beautiful lady. I am more than a little interested in you. I find you fascinating and charming and sexy. Please do not belittle yourself. You are worth all my attention and more." He kissed her again. Deborah felt a little like a scolded child, a little like a damsel whose knight had just rescued her. Her eyes flashed a thank you as her lips caressed his. "I'll see you at 7:00". Bobby smiled and replied "7:00 it is". His devilish grin and twinkling eyes made Deb feel shy and demure. She looked at the ground again. This time, only seeing the snow covered ground. He cupped her chin in his hand and raised her head toward him. He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. He looked into her eyes and then lightly brushed her lips with his. "Until 7:00, then." 

Deb walked back home in a daze. Did that just happen? Was she was dreaming? She had to be. That doesn't happen. This rarely happens to normal girls, much less to girls of her dimensions. But Bobby had asked her out. He had kissed her sweetly and tenderly. He had smiled genuinely and had seemed pleased that she had accepted his affections. He was not your usual guy. Deb smiled to herself as she opened the door to her house. She had a date. She had a date with a guy. A nice guy, who just happened to be a good looking guy. She looked in the mirror that adorned the hall tree and smiled at herself. She saw a woman, smiling and happy. But more than that, she saw a pretty woman. Her soft brown eyes were loving and sweet. Her lips were full and soft. Her reddish-brown hair fell in soft curls, down to her shoulders. It neatly framed a pretty face. Deb was not stunning. Few people really are. But she was not homely. Her large frame did not change the fact that she was a lovely woman. 

She stepped away from the mirror to get a look at her body. The sweater draped her large breasts, showing the big mounds in a most tempting, tantalizing way. Her waist was large and her hips were full. She had nice, shapely legs from years of bicycling to school. In the nice leather shoes, her feet looked dainty. The heels accentuated the curve of her calves. Bobby found her attractive. Because she was attractive. He had been proud to be by her side. He loved introducing her to friends. Other men dismissed her. Bobby was glad to have found her. He looked her over and saw a beautiful woman. Deb thought back to her ex-husband. As she gained weight, he had stopped looking at her. He turned the lights out if they made love. He had left her for a normal sized woman. Tears began to flow. The man who had promised to love, honor and cherish her had cast her aside. After 12 years of marriage, she was not good enough for him. She let the tears flow, feeling the hurt and anger. The doorbell interrupted her pain and tears. She dried her eyes and went to answer it. 

Deb answered the door to see Bobby's smiling face. "I couldn't wait for 7:00." Deb didn't have time to say anything in response. Bobby put his arms around her and kissed her. It was a press of lips against hers, with a taste of tongue. "I got anxious. I couldn't wait. I missed you." He still held her tight against him. Talking sweetly and softly into her ear. She felt her heart melt and a feeling of warmth spread through her body. Bobby's smile waned a bit, replaced by a look of passion. He kissed her again. It was a full, hot passionate kiss. He pressed his lips to hers and probed her mouth with his tongue. His hands began to massage her back and he signed a soft sound of pleasure. He pushed his body closer to hers. She could feel his hard cock against her thigh. She felt his hand wandering from her back toward her breast. He found her large right tit and began rubbing it as he kissed her deeply. She felt the moisture between her thighs, felt the tingling in her pussy. Her nipples were hard, wanting his touch. He pulled away from her long enough to ask the location of the bedroom. Deb pointed up the stairs. "Take me there, please." Bobby looked like a man on fire. His desire shone in his eyes. Deb took his hand and led him up the stairs. 

On the landing, he turned her towards him and again kissed her. He dropped to her knees and raised her skirt. He pressed his fingers into her pussy, feeling the slick wetness on her thighs. He kissed and licked the sweet liquid from her thighs, while fucking her hot hole with his fingers. She moaned softly, feeling her pussy contract around his fingers. She heard Bobby's voice from between her wet thighs; "Cum for me baby. Cum for me." Deb grabbed his hair and directed his head further into her plentiful thighs. She spread her legs, giving him access to her clit. He pushed the lips aside and began to suckle her clit. He pushed his fingers back into her pussy. Deb began to moan louder. She heard herself saying "Oh, God". She found herself holding Bobby's head hard to her body, begging him to suck harder. "Oh, fuck. Oh, God!" She cried out as she felt the orgasm electrifying her every nerve ending. She felt her pussy tighten around his fingers and felt her body shudder. She felt weak, warm and sated.

Bobby got off his knees and faced her, smiling. His wet lips pressed against hers. His beard was soaked with her orgasm. "Lick my face" Bobby told her. She hesitated a moment, then licked his lips and his bearded cheeks. It seemed to really turn him on, so she licked him more. "You taste delicious, don't you my dear?" Deb had never tasted her own orgasm before, but she had to agree that is was delightfully sweet and musty. She nodded her head and Bobby smiled at her again. "Come and undress for me. I want to fuck you. I want to feel those pussy muscles squeeze my cock like my fingers." 

Deb guided him to the bedroom. She looked back toward him and saw his eyes were still filled with passion. "You are beautiful, my dear woman. You have such soft and sweet eyes. The moment I saw you, I wanted you. You are a lovely creature and I can't wait to take you." He raved to her of her charms. She forgot all about being fat. She suddenly felt pretty and sexy. She reached up to touch his face. He kissed her fingertips and held her hand to his face. His smile was honest and sincere. He loved what he saw. He wanted her. And she wanted him. "Give me your body, my darling." He sat on the edge of the bed and gazed at her with a look that was a mixture of love and lust. Deb began to disrobe, slowly. 




Love Me Because



She removed her sweater, revealing a camisole. She slipped out of her skirt, leaving her standing before him in her slip. She stood frozen for a moment. She had not undressed in front of a man for such a long time. He smiled at her. "Don't tease me. Come on. Strip for me." She pulled off the camisole and slip. She stood before him in a bra and pantyhose. He still looked at her with passion. She removed the bra and pantyhose and stood before him naked. He dropped to his knees in front of her and began kissing her naked body. She felt her pussy muscles contracting, wanting more attention. He kissed and licked her, sighing and moaning softly. He was enjoying you body. He raised his head and looked into her eyes. He smiled his evil grin and then stood and quickly stripped out of his clothes. He was rock hard, and huge. She had never seen a cock that hard or that big. He lay down on the bed and waved his hand, summoning her. She went to the light switch to turn off the light. "Leave it on, dearest. I don't want to miss a thing." She smiled, truly happy. 

She climbed onto the bed and went to work on the hard cock. She was great at giving head. She licked and sucked, running her tongue on the sensitive underside. When he moaned or sighed, she repeated the action. She put her mouth around it and slide all the way down, as far as she could. Then she bobbed her head up and down the length, sucking him with fervor. She loved to suck cock. Bobby began to moan loudly and call out to his god. He grabbed her hair and held her to his cock. She went down deeper with each stroke. His hips pushed up to meet her mouth. He was breathing hard, fucking her mouth. She sucked hard for his cum. He pulled away from her, though. 

"Up on top of it, girl. Ride me. Please." She straddled him, gently and tentatively. She had never been on top. He grasped her hands and all but forced her down onto the cock. Her unused pussy resisted the large, hard cock. Bobby pushed with his hips and impaled her with it. She sat there looking into his eyes. He smiled and started rocking his hips. She began to move against his movement. Then she settled into the rhythm of his thrusts. She raised and lowered her hips, holding tight to the cock with her pussy. Bobby was in heaven. He sighed and moaned, begging for more. "Ride me baby. Ride me hard. Get what you need." Bobby thrust harder, forcing all the cock deep into her. She felt his hair tickling against her clit with each movement. 

She wanted to giggle, to cry out his name, to scream; all at the same time. She had never been fucked so well in her life. She rode the hard cock, moving against his thrusts to intensify the feelings. Bobby began to breath hard and his grip on her tightened. She could feel his cock throb and his balls contract against her ass. She felt a wave of orgasm washing over her as Bobby began to cum. Her pussy grabbed the cock and held it deep inside. She could feel his sperm washing up and flooding her. She felt her body shudder and twitch with her own orgasm. Bobby pulled her down to him, holding her tight as he released the last of his cum in her tight pussy. Deb was limp against him. She was spent and tired. Bobby's breath was coming in short hard gasps. She felt his chest heave. She had never been so satisfied in her life. She gently rolled off of Bobby and curled up close to his side. He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her in closer. "That was the best ride a woman has ever given me, baby. You're a hot piece of pussy." Deb reached up and kissed his cheek. She settled back, feeling secure and safe. She was home in his arms and would always be. For once in her life, she didn't feel fat and ugly. She was beautiful in Bobby's eyes and that was all she needed.



Love Me Brothers



"Oh yes, Diego, brother, right there!" Diego pumped into my asshole, my penis in his hand from behind. My brother pounded harder as I moaned his name. 

We were both identical, people had a hard time telling us a part from time to time. We were werewolves in need of sex, but considering we both wanted to wait for our mate, we decided to use each other until we found her. Of course, being twins, we would share the same girl and between the three of us, we held the same kind and amount of love for each of us. I was just as gay for my brother as I would be straight for my lovely girl. 

Others thoughts were that we were sick and disgusting, but they immediately shut up when they found out who we were, the Drake brothers. We owned the biggest company in America, and everyone adored us and our taboo gayness. It was legal at this time, 5450 was the year. 

"Fuck Ryder, you're so fucking tight. I've done this a thousand times, and you never change how tight you are. Damn." He grunted and let go of my swollen dick, sitting up, and grabbing my ass-cheeks, pulling them apart and ramming in faster like a piston. He used werewolf speed inside me. 

"Oh! Oh! Uh! Fuck!" I groaned out and buried my face into the pillows. People all think I'm the dominate one of the relationship, but Diego always dominated me, and he was the higher Alpha and businessman after all. 

He panted and stopped abruptly. I whined and tried to thrust back at him but he pushed me off for a second before sitting down. 

"Come here Ryder, or should I say Rider." I bit my lip and turned around to climb onto my brother, facing him. My cock was straight up in the middle of us, and he entered my asshole again, and I rode him hard, bouncing up and down his penis. 

Later on we were both sitting at our desk, going over paperwork, waiting for one of our personal assistant applicators came for her interview. 

*KNOCK KNOCK* 

"Come in!" I called, looking at the most beautiful girl in the world walk in. She gasped at the sight of us, her wolf claiming us as her mates. 

"Tttttwo?" Diego growled. 

"Yes darling, you get the pleasure of both of our cocks." She moaned as he shut and locked the door, pressing her against the wall. Now, you probably think we were going way too fast, but the need for werewolves sexual pleasure to be fulfilled by their mate is excruciating, and it was always this fast unless one of them was reluctant. 

Diego pressed his bulge into her middle, humping her, and she gave out short pants as they humped up against the wall. He growled at me to come closer and he gripped my dick through my suit pants, and I bit back a moan. 

I pulled away from him before we got too carried away and pulled them a part. 

"Let's all leave our clothes right here and take this to the pull-out couch." They both nodded and as we stripped, she gawked in awe. We were well built and hot, I wouldn't deny that. 

Our mate stripped out of her pencil skirt and blouse and stood in her panties and underwear. Diego couldn't wait any longer and ripped them off of her. 

"Go to the bed." It was already made up because Diego and I had fucked on it earlier. I knew that Diego got to get inside her first because he was older, by fucking ten minutes, and he was more dominate, and he would punish me if I didn't obey by that rule. I didn't mind, I'd rather have her lips around me before her pussy. 

She was on all fours, and Diego got behind her, not even bothering to loosen her up before he slammed into her roughly. I knew he wouldn't go easy, he never does. 

"Oh! Ow!" Her face contorted into pain and I bit back the need to yell at Diego for hurting our mate, but she seemed to like it. 

"Get over there and let her suck your dick Ryder." I did as told and she opened her mouth greedily and took in my whole length. 

Diego fucked her pussy, ramming into her quickly, and she moaned and sucked on my dick, sending vibrations through my body. 

"That's it, suck my cock baby." I groaned and ran my hands through her soft hair, tugging on it as the more pleasure she sent through my body. She was being pushed and thrusted into my cock, and she gagged every time her lips hit my pelvis, my entire ten inches escaping into her mouth. 

Diego continued to ram into her, holding her waist tightly, probably about to leave a bruise, and sloppily pounded his giant cock, four inches bigger than mine, inside her cunt. As much as it was weird letting my brother be the dominate one, it turned me on to no end. 

"Mm!" Our little mate screamed, my cock muffling it. I could tell she was close, and I was too. 

"Oh yeah, you fucking like that? Your our dirty little slut now. Every day, all the time, we're going to do this to you in so many different ways you'll lose count." Diego's words furthered my need to cum, and I grabbed her face roughly, and thrusted hard into her mouth, fucking it like the wild beast I was. 

Both Diego and I picked up the pace and fucked her from both ends, causing her screams to get louder and stronger before she came, sending Diego into a frenzy, and her moans vibrating against my penis sent me into a lovely orgasm that shot down her throat, white ropes of sperm, and she swallowed it all. 

Diego pulled out of her and laid back on the bed, panting heavily from using all of his energy. His dick went limp, and I took that as my turn. I sat against the wall of the bed, and grabbed her gently. 

I slid her on my lap, and she nuzzled her face into my neck, breathing heavily and moanign softly in my ear. 

"Bounce." I commanded, my dominate side coming out at that moment. When she didn't do it, I reached over and slapped her ass, roughly groping the meaty bum with my calloused hands and thrusting quickly into her myself. 

"Fucking ride me." I growled and she moaned at the sound of my lust, wrapping her arms around my shoulders, moving her head to on top of mine, and doing quick bounces on my cock, panting like a dog humping a human leg. 

"That's right you filthy whore, fuck me." She moaned. 

"Yes, that's right, I'm your filthy slut. Oh! Yes!" Diego's dick sprang back to life and stood up on the bed. He stood over our heads, his penis dangling over my lips. 

"Suck it Ryder." My brother demanded me, and I did as was told, loving the taste of my brother and our mate together on his meat. 

Our little mate's pussy was suctioning my cock, tightening and loosening with every other thrust. I slid into her hole, darting my dick into her g-spot every time. 

"Yes, right there. Right there baby, right there." She moaned and groaned in my ear as she rode me desperately. I bobbed my head forward as Diego continued to fuck my mouth, and I gagged when he tried to stick all fourteen inches into my mouth and down my throat. 

"You like my cock down your throat little brother? Hm? I know we're only ten minutes apart, but we're also four inches a part, and you're my little brother. You got that?" 

"Fuck!" Little mate cursed and threw her head back, almost hitting Diego's left leg, and she bit her lip, curled her fists, and orgasmed all over my cock. I slowly thrusted into her a couple more times before shooting ropes of white hot sperm into her cunt. 

Diego released me and pulled out of my mouth, pumping his dick a few times as his cum spilled all over our mate's back. 

"Oh, I suppose you're going to have to get cleaned up, let's go back to our apartment."



Love Me. Hate Me. Fuck Me?



It is time for something new. Once again, thank you for the comments and feedback. You guys have really motivated me to jot down my thoughts. Special thank you's go out to Dr. Lust and MyKittyStar, who took the time to edit my work. Both of you made some great suggestions. Feel free to send me your thoughts. I will respond. I'd love to hear where you think this should go next (if it should go anywhere). I am submitting this for the Halloween Contest, so don't forget to vote. Enjoy.

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"Hey Lindsay, how's it going?" I asked.

The brunette student sat on the floor outside my office. She was studying a page of class scribblings that had been transcribed into a dog-eared, spiral-ringed notebook. Even in the dim half-light of the hallway I could make out her lush and curvy form. Whoa! This girl knocked the wind out of my lungs. I had spent several sweaty nights recreating her image in myriad naughty ways.

She was wearing velvety, powder-blue sweat pants and a matching zip up hoodie. My bet was that the word "Juicy" was stenciled onto her pert butt (indeed it was juicy). The hoodie zipper was half way down, revealing a plain, white tank top. Two luscious mounds of premium, coed, sweater meat were barely held in check by that thin layer of cotton. 

Oh to forget my place and bury my face in that soft, swelling flesh! To nurse, to lick, to nuzzle -- the dream could barely be contained. Those tits were bursting with squishy goodness. Would it be so wrong for a professor to have his way with one of his students? Who would really be harmed? 

I would rip down the metal tang of the zipper with my teeth, slide the coat off her shoulders, and briskly pull the tank top over her head. And there she would be, free and available, her chest unfettered by clothing. I would hold those tits, those magnificent tits, in my hands. The delicate weight of her breasts would rest in my open palms. Her nipples -- those crinkled, pink gumdrops -- would stare up at me. 

Right there in the hall, I would grope and squeeze her boobs in childlike delight. My hands would gleefully memorize every inch of her creamy skin. And she would moan, ecstasy dripping from her throat. My fingers would send electric ripples coursing through her flesh. A tweak and a pinch: her nipples would crinkle and harden under my touch. The space between us would evaporate; our bodies would press together, grinding and moving to a simultaneous, driving beat. 

Humping with lust in the dimly lit corridor, we would be propelled into one another. Our bottoms would grind, pressing into a desperate need. The friction would become too much for us to take. From this moment the end would be inevitable. 

Fumbling in my pocket, I would find my keys and unlock my office door. We would stumble into my poorly lit cavern, throwing books and papers callously -- wantonly -- to the floor. A surface would be what we craved; a place was necessary from which we would consecrate our passion. Her thin fingers would hook into the waistband of the sweats, pulling them downward in a fluid motion. A garden of delights would await me. She would hop up and spread her legs. A more beautiful sight could not be imagined. She would be moist and dripping, spread slightly in preparation for my cock. I would slide into that delicious pink, feeling an incredible rapturous bliss. Everything would be wet. Everything would be warm. Everything would be soft. 

And then we would fuck. And fuck! AND FUCK! Rutting against each other, our sweat mixing, we would writhe and pulsate. Flesh would hit flesh in a timeless dance. And we would cum, clutching each other in need and desperation. Satisfaction, that elusive songbird, would find us for that moment. And we would bask in its temporary glow.

"Oh hey, Professor Matthews," Lindsay said, looking up from her studies. The dream faded from reality. It was only at that moment that I noticed the fake cat ears resting on Lindsay's head. Her dark, brown hair was pulled back through a scrunchie into an adorable ponytail. Over Lindsay's face was black make-up that had been drawn into a button nose and whiskers. 

"Halloween costume?" I asked, trying to regain control. I didn't want to lose it there in the hallway.

"Meow," she replied, beaming up at me. "Yeah it's just like a start, though. I'm gonna do a lot more. I have a tail and everything at home. I didn't want to walk around campus in that get-up, though. It's too cold. Anyway, but I figured that I get started early. It's never too early to get into the Halloween spirit, right professor?" 

"If you say so," I said, chuckling to myself lightly. "You never know when you might get visited by the Great Pumpkin." Lindsay giggled. Her entire body shook deliciously. I wanted to ravish her on the cold linoleum of the hallway. 

If I knew the students, tonight -- Halloween -- would be one of the biggest party nights of the year. 

A wave of nostalgia overcame me. I missed my Halloweens past. There was no better time to ogle women. Tonight they would be on the prowl, all competing to out-slut the others. Halloween costumes were a no-hold's barred opportunity for women to sex it up without losing their dignity. After dressing like a Playboy Bunny, the woman could claim the next day that it was just a costume. Nothing was meant by it. The holiday demanded a little skin. No harm, no foul. 

And sometimes, if one played their cards right, that guy could get lucky. I warmly remembered several sluts of Halloweens past: a nurse, a cheerleader, some Disney princess. On Halloween the rules were meant to be bent. Nookie was just the natural conclusion of the costume.

I think Lindsay saw my wistful daydream of escapades past, and mistook the expression for disgust. "Oh come on. Don't be a spoilsport, Professor Mathews. Halloween is totally fun," Lindsay said brightly, shaking me out of my reverie.

She batted her eyelashes and I was entranced. "When else can a girl totally dress up however she likes, with no regrets and no worries? Halloween is like a free pass to totally cut loose. The rest of my outfit I probably could never wear on any other night but tonight. I plan to have some fun."

Lindsay precisely echoed my thoughts. I grinned as I imagined what the rest of the outfit looked like. What kind of cat would she be? A naughty kitty? A bad kitty? Would Lindsay purr if she was stroked the right way? The possibilities were mind melting. 

I had to get off this subject; it could only get me in trouble. I asked, "You look like you have been waiting for awhile. I'm sorry about that; time got away from me. Are you here about your paper? If so you are beating the rush." Students had a tendency to procrastinate. They would be beating down my door two days before the due date.

"Naaah, that's under control. I think I know, like, what I'm doing with that," Lindsay said, waving her hand. "That stuff you were talking about in class on Weber sounded pretty interesting. I think I'm going to write on that."

"Cool," I replied. 

Lindsay nodded, packed up her notebook, and then put it into her bag. She shrugged and said, "I've actually been waiting to see Professor Halloway." Lindsay gestured at the office which was directly across the hall from mine. A disgruntled frown spread across her face.

"Did you have an appointment?"

"Yeah, she said she would meet me here and that was supposed to be a half hour ago." I could clearly see tension, but Lindsay was doing here best to hold it back. She continued, "You haven't seen her, have you?"

"Sorry," I said, shrugging my shoulders. "I wish I could help."

"Crap," Lindsay muttered. She looked miffed. "This is the third time she's ditched me. Unfortunately, I gotta head off to another class. I can't stick around any longer. Can you let her know that I was here waiting for her?"

"Sure. If I see her, I'll tell her."

"Oh thank you," Lindsay said gushing. She spoke with such enthusiasm I couldn't help but think naughty thoughts. "I appreciate it Professor. I gotta fly."

And then Lindsay was gone....

*****

I was not surprised that Lynn Halloway was late. 

She and I joined the Communications Department at the same time. Both of us were placed on temporary contracts that were good through the end of the school year. After that, our status was anyone's guess. 

The gossip was that a full time position that was opening up in May. One of the old codgers, a true dinosaur, was going to be retiring. A replacement position would almost certainly be in order. The job would be tenure track, and with all likelihood the recipient would eventually become a full Professor 

Unfortunately, it looked like there would only be one job. Lynn and I knew this when we came on board. We understood that we were essentially being given a year-long extended interview by the Department Head. We also were very aware that we were the other person's biggest rival. They would not go looking elsewhere unless we both screwed up. Only one person would get the job, and we both wanted it -- bad!

Before I signed onto the year as a visiting professor, I was aware that the job would be competitive. I didn't know, however, that I wouldn't be able to fucking stand Lynn Halloway. 

I'm convinced that there are some people out there with whom I am just not meant to get along. Lynn certainly fell into this category. Every time I was near her, I felt the sensation of nails on a chalk board. Her voice crawled under my skin; her presence gave me chills. From our first meeting I found Lynn Halloway to be cold, demeaning, and callous. She spoke only few words, but had an icy, Nurse Ratchet glare that cut to the quick. Voice a contradictory opinion, and with a single look she would make you feel like an idiot to the core. Her game was simple. She was smart; everyone else was stupid. The world was that stark and obvious.

From what I understood Lynn was a brilliant researcher, but that didn't forgive (in my mind) her total disregard of the student body. Yes, I ogled certain "assets" of some of my students, but I worked hard to keep those thoughts to myself. I didn't leer or make inappropriate statements. The dirty movies in my mind certainly didn't affect anything I did in the classroom.

Lynn's actions (in my opinion) were far less excusable. Her treatment of Lindsay was not unusual; in fact, it was the rule. I often found students waiting out in the hall for meeting Lynn had set up. Usually Lynn never showed. The students grumbled, but they had no real recourse. Lynn held control of their grades. If the students complained there were consequences. Unfortunately, in academe such behavior was forgivable if one managed to publish papers. And Lynn did -- a lot. I've learned, however, not to feast on sour grapes. After the first week of the school year, I worked hard to ignore Lynn. I felt sorry for her students (one confided that Lynn personally and maliciously berated those who dared question her views in class; supposedly a student was brought to tears), but there wasn't much I could do. Instead, I listened to the complaints, smiled in sympathy and went about my business. 

A few minutes after Lindsay left, I heard some shuffling out in the hallway. I looked up from a stack of papers to see Lynn fumbling with her door. I couldn't help but stare. 

I'm ashamed, though. As much as I disliked Lynn, I couldn't refrain from staring whenever I saw her. Goddamn, but she was a looker, a smoldering, ice princess with a body as fine as any I have ever seen. 

Lynn was wearing a black, pinstripe pantsuit and jacket combo that was all the rage for young, professional attire. Despite not being able to see any skin, I could tell that she had something very interesting hidden under the dark fabric. Tall and slender, at about 5'9", Lynn had a killer set of legs. They were long, muscular, and firm, the kind of stems that could fit so perfectly around my waist. Underneath her jacket, Lynn wore a grey, high-necked top. I think there was some sweater meat, but the amount was anyone's guess. Lynn wore her wheat-blonde hair pulled back into a typically severe bun. A pair of rectangular, black glasses rested on her long, thin Roman nose. Not a single touch of make-up graced her face. 

With the right flourishes, Lynn might be considered beautiful. Currently, though, she was plain and possibly even harsh. Lynn labored and strained to maintain a deliberately business exterior, but I often wondered if there was more than a driven, academic bitch underneath. Probably not, but one could never know.

Lynn's lips formed into a snarl as she caught me looking up from my pile of papers. Locking her eyes on mine, she out spat a single word, "What?!"

A chill descended over me. How did this woman take all the life and energy out of a room? I was shaken, and I suddenly remembered why I couldn't stand this woman. "One of your students was looking for you," I said. "She was waiting in the hall when I got here. She said she had an appointment with you."

Lynn set down her bag and fished out a planner. She opened it up and scanned the pages. "Who?" Lynn asked. Her tone was not any warmer. She looked up. Her eyes formed into steely blue slits, as they became a glare. 

"Lindsay Merrit," I replied, "My guess is that she was here for at least a half an hour."

A look of recognition crossed Lynn's face, and then it was gone. Lynn rolled her eyes and looked disgusted. "Yeah, whatever. I'm sure it wasn't that important." Lynn then entered her office and closed the door roughly behind. The wood hit the frame with a thud shaking the glass.

One word rang in my mind: Bitch!

*****

When I checked my email around three that afternoon, I was surprised to find an email from Lindsay in my inbox. The email said:

Professor Matthews, My sisters and I are throwing a party at the Alpha Zeta house tonight. We are inviting a couple of cool professors. I was wondering if you were interested. It is a Halloween party so a costume in mandatory. Things will be going by 9:00 p.m. I hope to see you there. I'd like to show you the rest of my costume. - Lindsay

I rocked back in my chair, listening to the wood creak. My eyes fell closed as I felt air fill my lungs. The situation was so tempting. Was this an innocent invitation? Was I truly just a "cool professor?" Or was this something more? Was this the first step in a seduction? 

Thought was unnecessary. There was no question; I would be going to the party. I was just a guy hanging out with a bunch of undergraduates. No harm, no foul, right? If some of them were inebriated scantily clad young women looking for a good time, that wasn't my fault. They invited me. Fuck yeah, I was going!

I finished my work, and then spent the rest of my day preparing and resting up for the party. I resurrected a costume from years gone by, that hopefully would be ok without attracting too much attention. A previous roommate of mine had been a medical intern. A few years back I snagged some scrubs and used them as a costume. Fortunately, I had been enough of a pack rat to hold onto them. The scrubs were comfortable and came complete with a facemask and hair cap. Perfection!

A little after nine-thirty I pulled onto campus. The night was alive. Sounds of carousing and merriment bubbled up from every direction. As I got out of my car, a group of eight giggly, scantily-clad coeds walked by me in the parking lot. They were all done up to the nines and wearing clothes that would be considered indecent at any other time of the year. I leered openly, as I felt my cock expanding in my pants. 

One of the women (she looked like a sexy milkmaid) noticed me staring. She cupped her hand and whispered to her friends. They all laughed together as they strolled by. The milkmaid, just as she was crossing out of the lot, bent over at the waist. She hiked up her skirt and gave me a delicious view of her panty-covered ass and crotch. In unison the group yelled, "Trick or Treat!" before they ran off, heels clicking on the pavement. 

I grinned. Women all over campus were ripe and ready for a good time. Hopefully Lindsay was one of them. I just needed to locate the Alpha Zeta house to find out.

The sorority was surrounded by walls of thick, black plastic ten feet high. The idea was to keep the police from seeing into the party. The residents would be protected if they were drinking underage or taking part in any other form of impropriety. I chuckled to myself. Everyone knew what was happening behind those walls. Campus security just turned a blind eye, so the debauchery could continue.

I was greeted at the door by a beautiful woman in a suit of red rubber complete with horns and tail. A zipper snaked up her front, but was undone enough to reveal a burgeoning cleavage held in by a lacy red bra. The woman stuck a pitchfork in front of me in a mock threat. She giggled as she asked in a flirty, slightly-sauced voice, "Whoa! Wait up there. Who are you Doctor? Are you on the list?"

"Randall Matthews, M.D." I answered. I wasn't keen to be giving out my name, but it was clear I needed to follow protocol if I wanted to get inside. 

She looked down at a clipboard and found my name. "Oh, I see you. Lindsay asked you here." Then the she-devil giggled and moved in close. I could smell the bitter tang of alcohol on her breath. The woman's voice became a whisper, "You're a professor, aren't you?"

I nodded.

"Naughty boy. I know who you are looking for inside. Go get her." The she-devil lifted her pitchfork and waved me inside. I shook my head in disbelief. Then I entered the party.

It'd been a while since I had been to an undergraduate party. The place was packed. I wasn't sure where to look first. In one room a huge throng of people was dancing to a throbbing hip hop beat. In another, an equally impressive mob was standing around chatting and sipping from red plastic cups. All around me were Halloween costumes: wanton witches, action heroes, naughty nurses, fantasy princesses, sassy sailors, and hot-ass hobos. Many of the outfits were unidentifiable. Some of the costumes were intricately planned productions while others were very sketch and obviously last minute. The party favorite seemed to be a guy who attached an honest-to-God toilet around his neck and was holding a sign that said, "Give me your shit!!!"

I prowled around for a few minutes before finding a keg. I filled a cup and took a swig. The cheap swill tasted like foamy ass, but who was I to complain. I had been an undergrad once. For them, quality beer was just an expensive pie-in-the-sky dream.

I took a second swig. Sadly, the beer in my cup was still shit. I tried to blink away the taste -- and that's when I saw her. 

Lindsay was a feline vamp decked out in black. The fishnets (with seams up the back) and 5" stilettos she was wearing, gave her a dark edge. One word could describe the pair of matching skin-tight shorts and halter: skimpy. 

She was all delicious curves deserving to be licked from top to bottom. Generous handfuls of feminine flesh pushed up from the stretchy fabric molded to her chest. A fishnet top covered Lindsay's top half, but did little to mask her assets. Her chestnut locks were pulled back tight into ponytail. Fuck, she still wore the cat ears, nose, and whiskers! Those accessories were so goddamn sexy. 

A soft, curly tail had been added to the costume since this afternoon. She looked like such a naughty kitty, a Halloween dream dripping with sex. My mind was running wild. Maybe I could get her to bend over and lick my cream? Would she purr as she nibbled on my cock? Would Lindsay loose a yowling meow as I rammed my dick into her creamy cunt? I had been wishy-washy when I had walked in the door. This afternoon I had been concerned about pushing things beyond obvious lines of propriety. Now there was no debate; I wanted desperately to fuck her. I was going to do everything possible to make that dream happen.




Love Me. Hate Me. Fuck Me?



I pulled down my scrub mask and tried to make eye contact. From across the room, Lindsay saw me. Beaming a killer, winner smile, she nodded and gave me a little finger wave. The effect was cute and bewitching. 

Silently, I stood against the wall watching her, drinking in her beauty. Lindsay was talking to a tall, thin blonde in sprayed on leather pants and a corset stitched up the back. The woman was a pirate lass, complete with a red bandana and a fake sword strapped low to her waist. Her body was tight and lean, a spring set to constant tension. I chuckled to myself as I contemplated having Lindsay and her friend walk my plank.

The conversation broke up and the women hugged. Lindsay then, looking at me, circled the room. She said hi to a couple friends and asked some frat guy dressed as Elvis to tap a keg for her. Then, walking with an exaggerated movement of her hips, Lindsay crossed over to me.

"Meow, Professor Matthews," Lindsay said giving me a hug and a peck on the cheek. She had never gotten so close before. For the first time, I felt those scrumptious tits boring into my chest. I felt my cock twitch in my loose fitting pants. Lindsay must have felt it too, for she looked up at me surprise clear on her face. And then she smiled. 

Of one thing I was sure: I would never have a better moment. I leaned down and touched Lindsay lightly on the back. Pulling her towards me, so she could feel my cock against her, expanding and throbbing through my loose-fitting scrubs, I said, "You can feel that, can't you?" I felt her nod against my neck. I continued, "It is all yours, Lindsay. I know why you invited me and I want it too. Let's just cut the bullshit and do what we want."

Lindsay's breath came deep and hard. She was trembling, trying to maintain her composure. Her voice became a small, girlish whisper, "My room is upstairs, room 218. Hang out here for now. I've got something I have to take care of first. But come up in forty-five minutes. I'll be waiting for you." 

Lindsay stood on tip toes to lightly nibble on my ear. Then she melted out of my arms.

Seconds were a lifetime; minutes were an eternity. A thousand thoughts ticked by as time did an unnaturally slow minuet. I watched the connections, the relationships at play in the room. Men and women did that dance, that endless mating ritual before disappearing in search of privacy. Some were couples, others were playmates. Strangers and future friends mingled into the mix. Talking, chatting, flirting, seducing as the night passed. And I observed it all, waiting for my moment, the appointed time when I would form my own connection.

Fuck it! I was tired of waiting. With twenty minutes to spare I went looking for Lindsay's room. At worst, I would just have to stand outside.

A few moments later I was standing in front of her door. The front was a colorful collage of pictures, quotations, and girly construction paper cut-outs. I noticed that it was open just a crack. Thinking that I would check out the situation, I pushed the door open. 

Lindsay was lying back on her bed, shorts off, legs spread-eagled. She still had on her top, fishnets, and stilettos. The cat ears rested on a pillow next to her head. Lindsay's body was taut, locked into a pre-orgasm clench. Her mouth was slightly open and her eyelids were fluttering. She was so beautiful. I couldn't imagine anything lovelier. 

Between Lindsay's legs was the blonde woman I had seen downstairs. Her leather pants were around her ankles. A tight, toned ass, framed by a leopard print thong, was raised up to my view. A tribal tramp stamp tattoo stretched across her lower back. While I could not clearly see the connection of tongue to pussy, the blonde was bobbing her head up and down with frantic enthusiasm. One of Lindsay's hands was on the back of the woman's head, pressing the blonde's face deep into her dripping honey pot.

The door creaked as it opened. Both women heard me enter the room at the same time. The moment had a slow motion cinematic feel. Lindsay's eye lids snapped open wide. A look of surprise marked her youthful, lust-laden face. The blonde's body tensed as she turned to face me. Despite strands of hair obscuring her face and an eye patch added for juicy Halloween flavor, I recognized the pirate's identity for the first time: Lynn Halloway. 

The three of us stared in shock. We were a triangle locked together in that single humiliating moment. Lindsay, hovering close to orgasm, legs spread in desire; Lynn on all fours lapping at her student's splayed cunt; me gasping and shaking with debilitating surprise.

At this moment, I think I need to make an admission: I am an asshole. I am not proud of what I did next. They were underhanded, despicable, and deplorable. Rage gripped me, but that is not a proper excuse. I take full responsibility for my actions and their consequences. 

I pulled out my cell phone, aimed, and took a snap shot. Then, without another word, I left.

Thirty minutes later I was at home sitting on my couch, still wearing the party scrubs. I was numb. Emotions felt bottled up within me, like there was a stopper in the way of a torrent. I wasn't sure what I was containing within. I felt betrayed, cuckolded, mocked. But did I have any right to these emotions? 

What was Lindsay to me anyway? She was a professor's dream: a beautiful sorority girl that was willing to spread her legs for me. She was a target of my lust, a woman that I wanted to fuck. But she wasn't mine.... Lynn had gotten there first. 

But that revelation made things worse. The surprise and shock was dead. I was no longer a statue. A raging heat, an angry burning, quaked inside of my soul. My blood boiled in my veins. 

That bitch! I didn't like her, heck I couldn't stand her. Every time I passed her in the hall I could feel her disdain. A scowl, a sneer, a haughty glance -- these were the coin of her realm. Sitting in my office across the hall from her, I could feel a chill distaste coming from her direction. The sound of her voice made me shiver. Lynn was beating me in the publication race. She was probably going to steal my job. And now I would have to sit and watch as she stole a fresh coed prize right out from underneath me.

Fuck that! I was tired of this race. I wanted to end it. The bitter bile of disgust rose up within me. I needed to be done with this woman once and for all.

So I was left with the picture. It was fully incriminating; Lynn's face was perfectly turned to the camera. She looked beautiful caught in her indiscretions, evidence smeared on her face. Lindsay, in her wanton pose, was also clearly identifiable. I had already saved the image on my computer. Now I just needed to email it out to the right people. Soon the department would know that Lynn Halloway had gone down on one of her students. Her impropriety would be the end of her. Lynn would never survive the firestorm. Her only option would be to crawl into a hole and never return again. I was shaken back to reality when I heard three knocks at my front door. Ignoring the visitor was tempting, believe me. If I answered the door, an argument and a scene would be inevitable. I had nothing to gain in this discussion. Something deep inside, though, moved me to answer the door. Maybe it was my arrogance, or perhaps a desire to see Lynn broken. Whatever the case, I got to my feet. If she wanted to bring it, I was willing to serve it back.

Of course, Lynn was on the other side, and she wasn't looking for candy. Still dressed in her pirate costume, she stood in a classically combative pose. 

Lynn was furious. If the sword at her side was real, she would have probably run me through. Instead, her leather clad hips were thrust out and cocked to one side. Lynn's arms were folded over her chest in a locked and guarded position. She had taken off the eye patch, and those two baby blues were giving me a dark, death glare. Her mouth was a snarl of contempt. 

I waited for a long moment, door open, watching Lynn silently fuming. Something was building inside of her. Finally Lynn spat, "What the SHIT?!"

I just blinked blankly. I knew better than to respond. It would be better to let her rage run this course. Besides, I wanted to control the conversation -- not her.

She brushed me aside and entered my apartment. "Give it to me. Where's your cell?"

"Why?" I asked calmly.

"Oh fuck you!" She replied, acidly. Lynn stood facing away from me, scanning my apartment as she kept talking. "Are you so asinine that you would think I would stand by helplessly? Oh please, you sexist, pretentious, megalomaniacal prick! The picture needs to be erased and I intend to delete it from your phone."

"No," I said simply.

"What?!" Lynn turned to face me. Her face was a grimace of disbelief and rage. "What did you say?" 

"I said no," I replied. My voice was a relaxed even tone. I couldn't let her get under my skin. 

I could see the emotions warring inside of Lynn's head. She wanted to flip out and attack, but she also knew she needed to get the picture. So she gulped, probably tasting bile in her throat, and said, "Matthews, I am asking you a favor. Give me that picture. You know what it would do to me. You know that it will destroy me. Give me that bit of respect."

I thought for a second, taking in the desperation lingering in her words. Then I said, "You didn't say please."

Lynn rolled her eyes, barely reigning in the contempt. "Fine. Please. Give me the picture. I am asking you, Mathews. Please give me the picture."

I walked over to my bar and poured myself two fingers of fifteen year old Glenlivet scotch (which I saved for special occasions). As I prepared my drink I could feel Lynn's eyes on me silently watching. Waiting. I held up the tumbler, and contemplated the clear amber liquid that it contained. The liquid would feel like fire going down, but it would finish so smooth. 

I raised the glass in a mock toast, and then shot the single malt down my throat. Liquid warmth coursed through my limbs, chasing away fear and cooling the anger. All I felt was cold, distant, and determined. 

"No," I answered.

Lynn's mouth fell open in shock. She had been certain that I would drop everything and do her bidding. I would be the good boy, the meek and mild kid that would cave and give her what she wanted. 

Fuck her. Perhaps, this is what I hated the most about her: that she just assumed that she would win -- and that I would give up.

I filled my glass for a second time as I talked, "Lynn, I don't like you and it's pretty clear you don't like me. So let's cut the bullshit and just realize that. You've done me no favors. When I came here I knew that the job was going to be competitive, and I was fine with that. I was prepared to try to make the best of it with my counterpart in the department, whoever they were. I was fine with going about my business and trying to win this thing based on merit. But instead, you were a bitch - a stone, cold bitch."

Lynn started to retort, "That isn't fair...." 

Before I cut her off, "Shut up. It is my turn, Lynn. I tried to be nice. And all I got was a cold shoulder and a holier-than-thou stare. I tried... Lynn...." The words stopped there. I was seeing red, barely able to control myself. I needed her to leave; I wanted her to get the fuck away from me. 

We stared at each other, our eyes locked. Neither of us did more than blink. 

"What do you want?" Lynn said quietly. Her face was devoid of expression. 

"Nothing," I answered. "I want you to leave." 

"C'mon, there has to be more?" she asked.

"No there doesn't."

"Mathews, I am prepared to pay the pound of flesh," said Lynn said haughtily, hands on her hips.

"What do you mean?" 

"Obviously you want something from me. This picture is a bargaining chip. I want the picture; there must be something you want. So let's bargain."

I replied, "I didn't ask you here. You came by your own choice. You seem to be the one with the motive. 

"I see you looking at me...." Lynn's voice was quiet, soft. 

"What?!"

"In the hall, when I go into my office, I see you staring. What are you thinking about?"

The ground beneath me began to shift. Lynn gently traced the nape of her neck with a finger; her nails drew a tantalizing shape. She continued, "I know you are undressing me with your eyes. You want to see what is underneath my clothes."

Another gulp of Glenlivet helped settle me. I was staring blankly, unable to process the words that were coming at me. I couldn't react. Lynn's presence repulsed me, but then there was this need.... 

Lynn stood looking at me for a long moment. She bit her lip in thought. "How about this?" she asked in a more brazen voice than I could have ever imagined. "How about I give you my ass?"

"What?"

A cold, thin-lipped smile crossed Lynn's face. She raised a hand up behind her. Then she swiftly brought her open palm down across her leather-clad butt. A deafening crack reverberated off my apartment walls. Her smile got bigger.

"You're joking?" I had never considered such a bargain. Faust would have been jumped at the opportunities.

Lynn walked over to the couch and bent over the back. She was facing away from me, her perfect, round posterior up in the air. The leather stretched tight over her luscious curves. Lynn wiggled her rear and repeated, "I don't jest. I was asking -- straight up - if you wanted to fuck my ass."

"In exchange for the picture?" I inquired.

"Obviously," she said. 

"And why your ass?"

"Why the fuck not? Why do you care? Maybe after you fuck me I will get pleasure shitting you out tomorrow morning." Lynn craned her head to face me while she was still bent over the couch. Stray strands of blonde hair fell over her face. Her voice had instantly transformed from seductive to harsh and impatient. 

Lynn continued, "Matthews, I am giving you this one opportunity. You can whip out whatever is in your pants, stuff it into my ass, and then bang the shit out of me, or I can leave. Make a decision. Indecisiveness doesn't become you."

"Lynn...." My voice trailed off. She had one-upped me again. I had never expected the fight to go there. 

And what was worse was that I couldn't find the strength to tell her no.

"Fuck!" Lynn exclaimed in apparent frustration. "Don't pussy out. The choice is pretty easy. One way you get to bust a nut in my ass (I know you have you've been staring at it all year); the other way you are going to be in for the biggest fight of your life. My back is against a fucking wall. You are forcing me into a cataclysmic altercation. Matthews, you will be taken down with me. Remember you were also at that party with all those undergraduate tricks and treats. That picture came from somewhere and I am sure it can be traced back to you."

As more and more venom dripped from Lynn's mouth, I couldn't help but stare at her impressive ass. I marveled at the way it slowly, liquidly undulated against the back of my couch. With a twitch and a shake I could feel it calling to my cock. It would feel so good to take her, to slide down the pirate costume and ram my dick inside of her bowels. 

"I have been fucking her for the past month, you know," Lynn said with a twisted, curling smile. "That little twat was a tasty fuck, but you will never know. She hates you now. You took her picture too. You soiled her. You will never get a taste. So salvage your evening and take me. Cut you losses, Mathews." 

How dare she! Lynn, that sanctimonious bitch! Something dark unfurled inside of me. A desire flared red-hot. But it was like nothing I ever felt before. This was lust, pure and true, but it co-mingled with another unseen quantity. Rage? Anger? Hate? Self-loathing? I didn't know. But I had to do this. I had no choice. My body was in slow motion, crossing the room. She was my pit, the cause of my ills and frustration. By fucking her, maybe it would all go away. Maybe I could take control of myself, by using her in this, the most impersonal of personal acts.

Placing my hands on the firm cheeks of her butt, I stood behind Lynn. "Do we have a deal?" she asked. "My ass for the picture?"

I growled as I nodded.

That wasn't enough, though. "Say it," Lynn demanded, pushing her butt against my crotch. My cock grew as she increased the friction. "I want to hear you say it."

"Then yes," I snarled. "Fucking yes!" 

"Ok. Fuck me, then. Shove your cock inside of my fucking ass!" Lynn implored me.

Hesitation gone, I tugged at the waist of Lynn's leather pants. At first they didn't want to come down. With incremental yanks, however, the cheeks of Lynn's magnificent ass came into view. 

I stood and admired her curves for a moment. The tribal tattoo, gave me a deeper hint into Lynn's darker side. A leopard print, t-backed thong did little to cover Lynn's butt from my probing eyes. Still, the sheer fabric was in the way. I wanted nothing to stand between my cock and Lynn's winking brown eye. I pushed the thong and pants down until they were bunched around her ankles. Now I was able to do as I pleased.

I spread the cheeks of her ass. The taut, wrinkled hole of her butt came into view. It looked delicious. Perhaps I should lick it? Maybe later. 

For now, my cock would feel so good inside of her. Fucking this ass would be perfection.

But I couldn't resist. The treat directly below her ass looked too scrumptious. The soft folds were moist and inviting. They were immaculately trimmed to a blonde, downy dew. I leaned down and gave Lynn's cunt a long lick from behind. Already juicy, her twat was a sweet, sweet dream. I slashed my tongue from bottom, aiming for the tender nubbin of Lynn's clit. 

The heady, tangy flavor of heaven exploded onto my tongue. Lynn jumped. She whipped her head around, her face a discombobulated mixture of lust and fury. "Fucker," Lynn screamed, as she jerked away. "Did I say that you could lick my cunt? Fuck you! That wasn't part of the deal! You get one thing and that is my ass. That's all!"

I pulled the cheeks of her ass apart and spit on her brown-eye. Next I hocked a load of spit onto my palm. I couldn't believe this moment. I was about to take my biggest rival, my most hated enemy, up the ass. I felt nothing for her but disgust and loathing. Lynn had humiliated me beyond the breaking point. Now it was the time for her to feel that same humiliation as I speared her from the rear.

I stared at the loogie before wrapping my fingers around my shaft. Rubbing my wet hand up and down my cock I lubricated the rock-hard flesh. While I wasn't terribly concerned about Lynn's comfort, I did want the fuck to be a smooth slide.

I placed the tip of my cock outside Lynn's sphincter. She drew a breath as she waited in nervous anticipation. I growled softly, "Do you want my cock? Do you want my cock in your tender ass?"

Lynn gave me a response I wasn't expecting, "No, not really. You disgust me. But if you are going to do it, bitch, fucking do it already. Stick your fucking sanctimonious cock in my ass! I bet you can't even fuck, you prick."

Lynn's eyes twinkled devilishly. She knew that she was stepping over the line. She knew that she was daring me on and that there could only be one reaction. I smiled. She had just communicated everything. Lynn wanted this. She wanted to be fucked, but the hate was too tantalizing. A grudge fuck was what she desired. A grudge fuck was what she was going to get.

I held Lynn tight around her slender waist. The balls of my fingers dug into her supple skin. I closed my eyes and took a breath. Feeling centered, I thrust my hips forward. Slowly but forcefully, I pushed my cock into Lynn's ass. Resistance met my forward momentum. 

"Fuck! That shit is tight," I exclaimed, trying to push in deeper.

Through a grimace, Lynn breathed, "I know it is, you perv."




Love Me. Hate Me. Fuck Me?



The tunnel of Lynn's ass was gripping me so fucking close. A wave of sensation fell over me. My body shuddered uncontrollably as I wallowed in the constricting pleasure of Lynn's ass. I pushed again, this time driving deeper. Lynn and I both groaned as the bulbous head of my cock popped past the ring of her sphincter. 

Lynn's body tightened as I drove into her for the third time. I was beginning to develop a rhythm. The warm sheath of her ass felt so snug around the throbbing shaft of my cock.

Each thrust took me deeper inside of Lynn; each movement brought us closer to being joined. We were rocking back and forth, grunting and groaning in a guttural passion. 

Lynn craned her neck to face me. She brushed away the blonde hair that had fallen over her eyes and said, "You fucking pussy!" Her words passed through her gnashed teeth, giving her voice a raw, feral tone. "Throw your back into it. Can't you come up with more than that? You've been waiting for this since August. Is that all the photograph is to you?"

Until that moment, I had been playing nice. I hadn't wanted to push too deep or too hard. But that changed. This bitch had the nerve to complain about how I was fucking her? Screw her! No more pity! She would be a limp subservient rag when I was done assaulting her ass. I flexed my arms and pulled Lynn back on my waiting dick. My pole slid further into her butt. I was now most of the way in - time to pick up some speed.

The next thrust was fast and deep. "Is that how you like it? You might like pussy but you also need the cock too, don't you?" I yelled as I smacked Lynn's sweaty ass. The sharp, wet, thwacking sound was followed by another. I looked down and saw a red mark where my hand impacted with her flesh. "You crave it, don't you? You slut? You whore? You fucking whore!"

"Oh fuck..." was Lynn's reply. My new pace had thrown her off-guard. Her mouth moved several times, as if she was about to speak. Each time her lips parted, however, the sound fell into a wail. Tears ringed around her eyes. A shiny sheen of sweat pooled at the small of her back. As my cock continued to tear into her, Lynn somehow managed to locate the words, "Good boy.... Yes, give that fucking cock. C'mon, don't be a pussy. Give it to me... ohhhhh, fuck my ass."

My throbbing cock was now pummeling Lynn's bunghole. The heat was intoxicating. Clearly, the friction in her butt was getting the best of her. She moaned with every thrust, whipping her hair from side to side. One of Lynn's hands had now moved underneath her body. From the jerking motions, I could tell that Lynn was feverishly strumming her pussy. 

Moving quickly, I grabbed Lynn by the forearm. With sudden and deliberate force, I yanked her hand away from her aching pussy. 

Lynn whined the word, "Nooooooo..." as she tried to pull her hand free of my grasp.

Banging my cock into her ass, I demanded, "No way. Not until you tell me what you are."

Between gasps, Lynn asked, "What I am?" She sounded genuinely confused, as she feebly tried to pull her arm free.

I paused and then said, "You are a whore." I punctuated each word with a thrust of my hips. "Say it."

Lynn looked at me. She was biting her lips, trying to stand strong. But then I slammed into her again three times in staccato succession. Lynn's body writhed, as raw sensation ripped through her helpless flesh. Her mouth went wide in a high, keening wail, "I AM A FUCKING WHORE!!!!" 

I released her arm. In a devastating blur, Lynn went to work on her pussy. Within seconds, she was wailing again, "Ohhhhhhh yesssss... you bastard.... God, yeah.... FUCK YOU!!!!" A warm spray of pussy juice shot from her cunt. Lynn's liquid arousal bathed my balls. Her ass contracted wickedly, squeezing my cock with a vice grip. 

I withdrew my cock from Lynn's ass as she settled down from her orgasm. She stared at me, trying in vain to find words. The sensation of the cum wiped her mind clean -- back to a blank slate. 

I grabbed Lynn around the waist and flipped her over. She tumbled over the couch and landed flat on her back. I walked around to the other side and yanked her pants and thong completely off. I knelt on the floor and lined my cock up once again with her ass. The "O" ring of her butt was wide and loose. This time I would slide in easily.

Again, I spit on my cock lubricating my skin. Then I rammed myself home. This time I buried my dick balls deep with a single thrust. Skin slapped on skin with a sharp, wet thwack. Lynn squealed in shock as I slammed her with my meat. I pulled her legs up over my shoulders. I wanted to do this deep and hard. I had to use every bit of force that I could muster.

Lynn's eyes flashed with an electric excitement. I leaned down, bending her legs further backward. My chest touched against the leather of her corset. Our faces were inches apart. Her breath felt warm on my face. The faint scent of alcohol mixed with the aroma of her arousal. A raw intensity crackled between us as we bucked and thrust against each other. 

Lynn's mouth broke into a massive grin. I squinted quizzically. Then she spit at me, before grinning again. \ That bitch! I roared and switched into overdrive. I pushed my hips as hard I could. Saliva dribbled down my face as I jack-hammered into Lynn's lean body. Oh fuck, this was too good! We were animals dripping in sweat, spit, and cum. The feral beast was in control of our movements. Fuck, slam, fuck! 

The pace was too much; the friction was too hot. My breath was ragged, as I pounded Lynn's ass. I was close. "I'm gonna cum," I moaned.

"You bastard! Noooooo," Lynn groaned.

"What?" I replied, the hazy cloud of lust almost fully descended.

"In my mouth." Lynn demanded. Her eyes were alive with need. "Pull your cock out of my ass and put it in my mouth. I want to taste my ass. I need to drink your cum." 

There was no time to argue. Every second was precious. I immediately withdrew my cock from Lynn's ass. It slid free with an obscene "sploop" sound. Like a mad woman, Lynn whirled around and dropped to her knees. Gripping my shaft firmly in her left hand she rubbed it all over her face. Sweat and make-up smeared, making Lynn appear like a lewd raccoon. She picked my scrub pants off the floor and wiped down my cock. Then, with a wicked grin, she popped my cock into her mouth. 

I put both of my hands on either side of Lynn's head and started fucking her face. Wet gurgling sounds rose up from her throat. I could see tears forming at her eyes, but I didn't care. Instead, I just buried her hands in her hair and drove her back and forth mercilessly. This was a BJ -- a pure skull fuck - without subtlety or art. All that existed was rhythm and desire. To ease my passage, she reached up and pulled her cheeks wide with her fingers. She was a hole, a fucking hole for my cock. 

I couldn't take any more. Seeing Lynn kneeling, taking my dick deep made me lose my nut. A rope of cum, followed by a second and third, shot from my dick. My knees buckled as I trembled in orgasm. 

For a long moment I stood there, my cock between Lynn's lips. Her tongue swirled softly caressing the head and glands. Panting and gasping, the two of us came down in silence. Eventually, Lynn released my dick and stood back up. She pulled up her thong and leather pants. Shaking her head in semi-disbelief, Lynn looked at me. A slight smile crept onto her face.

"We still have our agreement?" she asked, as she wiped her hand across her mouth.

I just nodded.

"Good," she replied. She stood in front of the hallway mirror and straightened her clothes. Lynn smiled at herself in the mirror. Her expression was odd and crooked, a tightrope walk between self-satisfaction and disgust. Tucking a stray strand of blonde hair behind her right ear, Lynn said, "You know I can't fucking stand you, right?"

I smiled and fell back naked on to the couch. The fabric was wet with our juices. Lynn's saliva still dribbled from my cock and balls. For a moment I weighed my words. Then I responded, "Absolutely, Lynn. The feeling is mutual."

Lynn turned to face me. I might not like her, but she was still one sexy bitch. Lynn nodded and said, "I know." Lynn opened my door and then stepped outside. She briskly turned around again, her face breaking into a full-on grin. "That makes the fuck so much better. I can't wait until next time." 

And then she closed the door. 



Love Me Like You Do



This is a very short story but I hope you enjoy it anyway.

*****

When I saw you at my best friend's wedding, it was the first time I'd seen you in over seven years. We'd had a tempestuous on/off affair from the first year at Leeds University and continued to our mid-twenties. Despite the arguments and pain, you were and I guess still are, without doubt ,you the love of my life. The pain felt by us both was long gone, at least on my side, there was a part of me that would always feel something for you.

By the time we finally ended it, our friends Karen and Mark had dating and things were awkward for a while when out in a group. But then thankfully you'd moved to the other side of the world with work and as your yearly visits back to the UK were short, we hadn't seen each other. I saw the odd status pop up on social media, due to our many mutual friends, but knew relatively little about your life now. Karen didn't really talk about you to me, aside from the times she and Mark had been to visit you in your new life. 

Even at the wedding, we barely spoke, aside from the polite obligatory pleasantries when our old uni group had met up the night before. You still had your jet black hair, though now you kept it shorter than you had at uni. In all other ways, you looked as I had remembered. I'll admit I had butterflies in my stomach when I shook your hand, touching you for the first time in so long. As though I was shaking hands with a stranger I'd known for years. But as the night went on, and we gravitated towards opposite ends of the long table in the hotel restaurant, the butterflies went away and I relaxed.

Today, you'd barely even looked at me, and since we were on separate tables during the meal, we didn't have to make polite conversation. It was a strange feeling, to see someone who'd once been my everything, to now be nothing. I was neither happy nor sad as I pondered this, as I stood outside in the gardens of the country hotel, taking a breather in the summer air, as the wedding reception was pretty hot.

When I made my way back to the room, the song "Love Me Like You Do" by Ellie Goulding just started. I love this song but not one a single girl can dance to alone, unless she wants to look like a tragic spinster.

As I was about to sit down, I felt someone take my hand and was surprised to see that it was you. My heart raced as you led me to the dance floor and pulled me close. I was surprised at how our bodies seemed to remember each other so well, and we moved entirely in sync with the other. You twirled me round, you dipped me backwards and we just moved and danced together to the music as though we'd never spent the past seven years apart. 

By now, it wasn't just my heart racing for you, but my whole body was singing out for your touch. I was wasn't thinking straight at all and time seemed to stand still. You must have felt this too; seemingly in tune with the music, as Ellie sang the lyric "what are you waiting for?", you leaned in to kiss me. My head was spinning around as we kissed. I didn't even care that everyone would have been staring at us; all I cared is that you and I were kissing.

I don't even remember leaving the dance floor, my mind was so cloudy. The next thing I remember is of being in my hotel room with you. Every part of me was tingling and longing for this. The look in your eyes showed that you were feeling exactly the same as me. We didn't speak. We didn't need to.

You wrapped your arms around my waist and pulled us close together and began kissing my neck. Your hand moved up my back and you expertly pulled down the zip of my bridesmaid gown. You had always been good at undressing me. 

You the stood back and let the dress fall to my ankles. We smiled at each other as I stood in my lacy white bra and matching lacy shorts, which nicely accentuated my tits and hips. You knelt down and lifted my feet and put the dress over the back of the dressing table chair. I then felt your hands run up my legs, over my hips, to my waist, as you stood up to be face to face with me.

We kissed more passionately and urgently than before, our hands all over. I began to undo your shirt and was pleased to see you still had the mass of black hair on your chest, which I'd always loved about you. I ran my hands through your chest hair as you playfully slapped my arse.

The more we kissed and touched the more I wanted to feel our naked bodies together, so I ran my hands to your trousers. I unbuckled your belt, the button and the zip on your fly and your trousers were soon around your ankles. I could see your cock was already hard through your underpants and I couldn't control myself any longer. I needed your cock. So I started to push your underpants down and started to kneel, to take your cock in my mouth.

"Claire, no, I just need you," you whispered.

You then lifted me up and I instinctively wrapped my legs around your waist as you carried me over to the king size bed. You laid me down at the bottom of the bed and I felt your naked body on top of me. I took a sharp intake of breath as my body and heart leaped with sheer joy.

You removed my bra and panties almost without me noticing, so we were both naked, aside from the diamante sandals I was still wearing. You pulled my legs so they were straight and you proceeded to take off the sandals, kissing my feet and ankles as you did so. Your kisses then slowly moved up, first my right leg and then my left. I was tingling with lust by the time your mouth eventually reached my clit and you began lightly teasing me with your tongue.

Soon your lust took over and you began fucking my pussy with your tongue. Your lust took over further when you stood up and rested your body on mine. We looked into each other's eyes, not needing words to know we both needed this as much as the other.  

We groaned together as you pushed your cock into my wet and waiting pussy for the first time in so long. At first you just stopped and we enjoyed the moment. You then began to gently thrust into me, and my hips moved to meet you, to take you deeper into me. I squeezed your buttocks as you thrust harder and harder. 

As we got closer and closer to our orgasm, you stood up and pushed my legs backwards so you could push deeper and harder. You maintained eye contact throughout as you fucked harder and harder, making us both more and more breathless and noisy as we reached our mutual orgasm. Nobody in the past seven years had ever fucked me and satisfied me the way you do. And tonight proved that our bodies were still as compatible as they had been.

"Fucking hell," you said, as you collapsed next to me.

"Yeah, what you said," I said, still recovering from my explosive orgasm.

"I needed that. I needed you, I mean, as soon as I saw you yesterday. I thought you didn't want me," you said, still a little breathless.

"Honestly, Josh, I didn't know how much I wanted it until we danced," I admitted.

"Well then I'm happy that we danced," you said, kissing my hair. We then naturally moved to make ourselves more comfortable on the bed and I turned to lay beside you, with my arm across your chest. As I fell asleep, I realised I was happy too. At this point in time, I didn't care what the future had in store, but that night and that fuck, was perfect.