4 comments/ 16245 views/ 0 favorites Numb By: Samuelx My name is Harrison James Stone. I'm a young black man living in the state of Massachusetts. Let me tell you my statistics. I stand six feet two inches tall, lean and muscular. I have light brown skin and long black hair braided into neat cornrows. I stay clean-shaven, shaved for a small goatee. I weigh exactly one hundred and eighty pounds and I've always taken care of my body. I believe that a man should take care of himself. That's why I strive for self-improvement, both intellectually and physically. I exercise at least once a day at the gym. I also read a lot. My favorite books are Nietzsche's Will To Power, Ayn Rand's The Fountainhead, and Anne Rice's Vampire Chronicles. My astrological sign is that of Aquarius and I strive for perfection. These days, I'm a student at Jennings College, a small four-year private school located in the town of Avon, a few miles away from the great city of Boston. It's a place I once considered home away from home. It's also where I met my former sweetheart, Lorelei Braxtor. Who is she? Just the woman who broke my heart by running off with one of our old professors. This story is about how we met, fell in love, made long-term plans and how it fell apart. And last but not least, it's about I got over that useless little tramp. Pardon my French. When I came to Jennings College in September 2004, I was a very optimistic and easygoing guy. I had just graduated from the famed Boston Military Academy, an all-male private high school. I won myself an academic scholarship to Jennings College, and I thought I had it made. Jennings College was a small school with only about three thousand students. It was founded in 1986 by a philanthropic organization from New England. Twenty years later, it was one of the best small colleges in the country. Students were very satisfied. The school met criterions like racial and gender diversity as well as academic and athletic excellence very well. The student body was composed of an equal number of male and female students. Forty percent of the students were Caucasian, twenty percent were African-American, ten percent were Hispanic, and thirty percent were Asian. Most of the undergraduates came from Avon and nearby towns like Brockton, Randolph, Milton and Bridgewater. The school had eight single-sex dorm buildings, each with a maximum capacity of two hundred students. The school's campus was located half a mile away from Avon High School. Although Jennings College had a strong academic curriculum, the school was well-known for being a local athletic powerhouse. The Jennings College Department of Athletics sponsored Men's Varsity Ice Hockey, Baseball, Basketball, Swimming, Sailing, Rugby, Lacrosse, Golf, Tennis, Wrestling, Soccer, Water Polo and Football along with Women's Varsity Softball, Ice Hockey, Basketball, Swimming, Lacrosse, Golf, Wrestling, Tennis, Field Hockey, Soccer, Sailing, Water Polo and Rugby. Our sports teams, collectively known as the Jennings College Red Hawks and Lady Hawks competed in the National Collegiate Athletic Association's Division Two. Well, except for the Men's and Women's Hockey teams, which competed in the NCAA Division One. Collegiate Ice Hockey didn't have a Division Two. Upon enrolling at Jennings College, I joined the Men's Varsity Wrestling team. I was a wrestler at the Brockton Military Academy. Life was fun. I had no complaints. I just went to my classes, chilled in my dorm and wrestled on the mat. Life was simple, until the day I met Lorelei Braxtor, the tall, good-looking, red-haired and green-eyed transfer student from Great Britain who stole my heart. We had a couple of classes together. She was a criminal justice major. I majored in business administration. I wanted to work for a major corporation someday. She actually wanted to be a cop. How about that? I think police work is in Irish people's blood. Anyhow, Lorelei and I began hanging out. She was very cute, intelligent and charming. Plus, she was a Scorpio. How could I not fall in love? My new lady came to my wrestling matches and cheered for me. We hung out in Boston City and went to the movies together. It turns out we had the same taste in movies. Lorelei liked Action movies and Science Fiction thrillers. She wasn't into Chick Flicks. That's really good, because I'm really not into those kinds of movies. Everyday life was boring enough, thank you very much. Lorelei and I became inseparable. We would go to class together, hand in hand. I loved her something fierce. And I thought the feeling was mutual. I introduced her to my Mom and Dad. They thought she was nice. My Mom usually doesn't approve of mixed race relationships. Especially when it's a black male dating a white female. Lots of black females felt the same way. However, my Mom thought Lorelei was a nice gal and wished us the best. I was pleased. Yeah, I had the world on a string, as they say. I took first place in the 189-pound division at the NCAA Men's Division Two Wrestling Championships. How about that? I was doing well in school. I had won myself a trophy. And I had the love of a wonderful young woman. Then, of course, my world came crashing down because fate decided to rain on my parade. I went to my psychology class early one time, and guess what I saw? A sight I would never forget until the end of my days. Lorelei, my Lorelei, playing tonsil hockey with professor Adam Shane, the man I considered my mentor. In that moment, if I had been shot by a firing squad, it wouldn't have hurt more. I didn't say anything. I just ran. I ran all over campus, like a crazy person. I didn't care who saw me. Then, I locked myself up in my room and wept. What had I seen? Did I really see my Lorelei kissing another man? Why was she doing that? Was I not enough for her? Impossible, I was taller, stronger and better-looking than professor Adam Shane. He was a forty-something, divorced, paunchy and balding white guy. I was a tall, good-looking black athlete. I was also a damn good guy who treated his woman right. I took her to fun places. I took care of her needs. I didn't cheat on her with others. I was always there for her when she needed me. I was loyal. How could she do this to me? We had plans to live together. Was it all just a convenient lie? Apparently so. I decided to confront her, but thought better of it. If Lorelei was the kind of woman who would cheat on the man who loved her and was completely loyal to her, then there's no telling what she might do. If I confronted her, she might try getting me in trouble with the campus authorities. Or even the cops. I knew of women who did that. False accusations of wrongdoing are rampant on college campuses. Just look at what happened to those poor guys at Duke University. The whole world believed them to be guilty, on the word of a lying stripper. No way was I losing my cool. I planned my revenge. And it would be sweet indeed. When Lorelei came back to my dorm, I put on a smile and greeted her with a hug and a kiss. I looked into her eyes. The eyes of the woman I once considered my soulmate. The deceptive innocence I saw in them made me sick. I hid it well, though. She didn't suspect that I knew her dirty little secret. We hung out together and then she went back to her dorm. November the ninth, Lorelei's birthday, finally came. I told her that I had a surprise for her. Her friends at her dorm threw a party for her. I promised her something really special. I called up her dorm, and she picked up, in the middle of the party. I told her to ask everyone to quiet down and put me on speaker while I made a special announcement. She giggled, and complied. I took a deep breath, then delivered my well-rehearsed speech. I let Lorelei know exactly what I thought of her. I told her that I had seen her with professor Adam Shane, and I knew of the affair they carried on behind my back. Then, I told her that I was dumping her. That's right. I dumped my girlfriend on her birth over the phone. In front of all her friends. Am I good or what? The shocked gasp I heard at the other end was the most satisfying sound I'd ever heard in my entire life. I smiled, and hung up. Yeah, I got her good. She never even saw it coming. That's what she deserves for cheating on me with some old guy. I loved her and treated her like a queen. I was faithful to her and worshiped the ground she walked on. And that's how she repaid me? That wasn't right. So, I administered my own brand of justice. The next day, I found out that I had become persona non grata on campus. The women on campus particularly hated my guts. Some of the men high-fived me while others only shook their heads. I didn't care. Other people's opinions don't matter to me. I've got to have my own way. I went back to living my life. I didn't date anyone. I just focused on my classes and on my wrestling matches. What happened to Lorelei and professor Shane? Your guess is as good as mine. I had other things to focus on. In 2007, I graduated with a bachelors degree in business administration from Jennings College. I got hired by some company in downtown Boston and they're paying for me to get my fast-track MBA while working for them. I had it made. I made it. I was well on my way to becoming one of those with power. In the end, that's all that matters. Love is something I pursued in another life. The acquisition and wielding of wealth and power is what drives me now. It's the only thing I live for. Numb Samantha, completely numb and void of feeling, made her way out of the bar, the world before her spinning, but her legs were steady. She made her way down the road and through an alley, three men were on the opposite side, but she didn't care. She kept walking, half staggering, but confidence in her walk. Like a pack of wolves smelling blood, they turned around to the sound of heels behind them. A grin spread on one, two, and then the third. They looked like they were going to eat her alive. Good. "Hey there, pretty girl. What are you doing out here so late?" She didn't answer, she just kept walking. They formed a small line so that she couldn't get by, and she stopped and stared. "A girl like you could get into some trouble out here." The mans eyes looked her over, eyeing her cleavage before his eyes went down the length of her legs, a wicked grin on his face. "Especially in that skirt." What was he, their leader? Her eyes looked over the other two, who seemed like hyenas following a lion. Their eyes were just as hungry, but they wouldn't budge until he made a move. "Tell me, where you headed dressed like that? I hope not home. You're too pretty to leave now." That's when he took a step forward. Samantha only stared at him, why wasn't she running? Why wasn't she defending herself? Why wasn't she doing anything? He got closer, the smell of whiskey and smoke on him. The other two moved also, but going behind her. Her eyes stared at the leader in felt of her. His fingers trailed up the length of her arm and to her neck, his fingers grazing to her collarbone, and then over her left breast. That's when she slapped his hand away. At least she had some sort of reflex working. She thought it was much harder, but with the alcohol, she'd nearly missed. The leader gave a nod, and suddenly arms hooked into hers, holding her back. "Now now, be a good girl." His fingers repeated their actions, and this time she couldn't do anything about it. When they found her breast, he traced light circles before letting his hand cup her. He massaged gently before tugging the fabric down so that her bra was showing, dark red and laced. "Fuck." He said with a grin. He took his hands and grabbed onto her breasts, pulling them over the bra, his fingers going to both her nipples, immediately becoming hard in the brisk night air, his touch not helping. "You're sexy, baby girl." The leaders hands moved down to her waist, tugging up on her skirt before slipping his hand down to find her center, rubbing her over her panties. Samantha felt herself becoming warm and wet, but she refused to show it. Let these men take her. She could do with feeling again. "Jesus, I can feel how wet you are already! You want this don't you? You want us to fuck you, right here in this alley." Samantha didn't bother saying anything. The man holding her let his hands grab onto her tits, handling them roughly, squeezing and rolling her nipples. The leader pushed her panties aside, running his fingers along her slit, before inserting one, then two, pumping them in and out of her. "I'm gonna stretch this tight pussy, you can count on that babe." Samantha could feel herself growing more and more aroused. Why stop them? She'd been numb for far too long. Perhaps this was what she needed. "Put her on her knees." Samantha was shove to the ground, hands still gripping her arms as the leader unbuttoned his jeans, pulling out his cock. She couldn't help her eyes growing wide. A thick, nine inch cock staring at you would do that. "Open up, be a good girl." Hands gripped her hair and yanked, before she could cry out, he shoved his cock into her mouth, pumping in and out, slowly, letting her taste him and feel him. He grew even more in her mouth, and she didn't want to know his full length. "Oh, that's good baby." Samantha felt hands find her ass and move to her pussy, finding her hole, and shoving two fingers inside. "The bitch is dripping, she wants this bad." One of the men behind her chuckled as the leader laughed also. "Then stand her up." He pulled his dick out, and Samantha was forced up and pushed to the wall, her breasts pushing hard against it while the leader raised her skirt. She had no warning when he shoved his full length into her, and she cried out, his gentleness from earlier gone as he forced his length all the way in and out and again. After several pumps, he pulled her from the wall, and forced her on her knees. A cock was shoved in her mouth, and the two fucked her from either end, her body rocking between the two. "Look at the little slut, taking two cocks so well." The leaders hands gripped her hair and pulled it, the man whose cock was in her mouth put his hands on either side of her face, pumping in and out, causing her to gag and gargle all over his dick. The other was watching, stroking his dick as he admired the view. The leader was steady fucking her pussy hard, "I wanna feel you cum, slut." His hand went under her and found her clit, all it took was a few strokes, and her pussy clenched his cock, her body shaking and her screams and moans muffled by the dick in her mouth. "Oh, fuck me bitch. You're so goddamn tight." He pulled out and without warning, shoved his dick into her ass. Samantha screamed out, the man fucking her mouth pulling out and coming all over her face as her body shook from the aftershocks of her orgasm, and the pain from her ass being fucked. The third man quickly found her mouth and began fucking her relentlessly. His cock was smaller, but fatter, filling her mouth completely. The leader behind her was saying something to the other guy, but Samantha couldn't make it out as her body was being used. Suddenly she felt herself being pulled back, the cock slipping out of her mouth, and she was being pulled back to lay with her back on the leader. Suddenly the third man put his cock in her pussy, and she felt so full, she could barely stand it. Then the second man put his half way hard dick in her mouth, and they all started pumping into her. She'd never felt so full, so stretched in her entire life. She couldn't breathe, couldn't think, it was all just sex, just physical. It felt amazing. After several hard thrusts, the third man pulled out of her pussy and came all over her torso. After he finished, his mouth found her pussy and he began eating her out. The second mans second load shot down her throat, making her gag but she swallowed it, some dripping from her mouth. The leader was still fucking her ass, and Samantha felt like she couldn't take anymore. Her body was flat on him, his hands gripping her hips as he fucked up into her. His mouth found her ear. "Come on you little slut." The third mans tongue found her clit, causing Samantha's body to jolt. "Cum for me, cum like a little bitch." His words were enough to make her cum right then and there. But it was only a buildup. She couldn't release. The leader kicked the guy from her pussy, and his fingers found her clit, making rough circles with his hand. "Cum for me slut, you know you want too." His fingers then pinched her clit, and that sent her over the edge, her entire body convulse on top of him, shaking and quivering as pleasure wracked through her body. She felt his hot load pour into her ass as soon as she came. He pulled out of her, got out from under her and left with the other two. Leaving Samantha to lay there on the pavement. Numb3rs: Midnight Shenanigans by VodouBlue and Pris Vespers The raucous Halloween party noises dimmed behind the Eppes brothers, blocked out by the door Charlie closed and locked behind them. Neither brother turned on the lights in the home-office, trusting to the streetlight illumination filtering through the window and their own busy hands. "Hey, what's with the raven?" Don asked, flicking at the stuffed bird attached to his partner's jacket. He helped Charlie push said jacket off, letting it drop to the floor. "I'm Edgar Allen Poe," Charlie replied simply, trusting that his brother would get the literary reference. He knocked the fedora off his elder brother's head. "Couldn't you have picked something more...butch?" Don inquired, dropping his '20's gangster suit jacket on the carpet as the duo moved farther into the dim room. "You want to see butch? I'll show you butch." Charlie nipped Don's bottom lip and backed him up against the desk. Their mouths devoured each other as he tugged and pushed Don's shirt off. "You're a bottom for Halloween," Charlie declared, smirking at his flushed and breathless brother. "What's this?" Don asked, a little surprised but not displeased at his brother's assertiveness. "Are you a Doppelganger who's replaced my bottoming brother?" he teased. "You know," Charlie began, "the lore on Doppelgangers--" He broke off, realizing he had been diverted when Don started maneuvering to reverse their positions. "Oh no," the math genius admonished as he flipped them back around, pinning Don firmly against the desk. "Nice try." Charlie kissed, nipped and groped all over him, sliding to his knees and mouthing Don's hard cock through his pinstriped pants. Don groaned, grabbed fistfuls of Charlie's curly hair and tugged gently. "Oh, oh," Don gasped breathlessly. "Charlie..." "What do you want?" Charlie asked, breathing open-mouthed heat across his brother's cloth-covered erection. "What do you want me to do?" "Take my clothes off," Don moaned, swaying slightly, leaning heavily against the desk for support. He was stripped naked before his lust-fogged brain could even register it. Charlie knelt, eye level with Don's erection, smelling the musky scent of arousal. Leaning forward, he grasped his brother's dick in his hand, rubbed the underside with his thumb, stroked from the leaking tip to the base and then back again. He tortured his lover with slow, light, gentle strokes for another minute, loving how Don had to grip the edge of the desk and gasp for breath. "God," Don choked out harshly. He yearned to feel Charlie's mouth on him. He ran his hand through his own short-cropped hair. "Charlie," he croaked hoarsely, bringing his brother's gaze up, wordlessly communicating his need to the young genius. Charlie smiled sexily. He leaned forward and wrapped his lips around the tip of Don's erection, earning a sharp cry and a thrust of Don's hips as a reward. Smiling to himself, the younger man started to suck on his big brother's tool, wrapping his tongue around the head, slipping his pointed tongue-tip into the tiny slit. He reached up with his free hand and grasped the sac that hung between Don's legs, fondling softly, rolling the spheres around in his palm. Charlie felt Don shiver, a throaty groan escaping the elder brother's throat. Bobbing his head slowly, Charlie took Don's meaty pole deeper into his mouth, wrapping around the warm shaft, enjoying the taste of his brother's smooth flesh on his tongue. He continued to bob back and forth, running the edges of his teeth softly along as he went. He pulled Don's member out of his mouth, dragged his lips up the shaft, then snaked his tongue over the tip. He gently scraped the edges of his teeth on the sensitive, spongy cap, then licked up the wetness that seeped out, loving the taste. Giving that delectable manhood one last suck, the young professor rose from his knees and stood in front of his lover. Reaching out, he grasped Don by his head and covered his lips with his own, kissing him hungrily, then thrusting his tongue into Don's willing mouth. Don could taste himself on Charlie's tongue, and that only made him hotter. His skin was flushed from what Charlie had been, and was still, doing to him. "Charlie," he whispered when he pulled back from their kiss. Then he moved back in and kissed his little brother lustily while he slipped his hand between them to pull at the belt around Charlie's waist. Once undone, he unfastened the pants and snaked his hand into the smaller man's briefs, feeling the hard flesh against his palm. He could already feel the wet tip of his brother's erection, and wondered if what Charlie had done to him made the mathematician so hot that he might just explode in his hand if Don wasn't careful. Pulling back away from Don, Charlie started to shove at his pants, dropping them then kicking them off, along with his underwear and shoes. Quickly, he spun his lust-fogged elder brother around and urged him to bend over. Once Don was splayed face-down on the desk, Charlie knelt and nipped at the pale, muscular asscheeks. He swirled his tongue around Don's crack, licking between the clenching glutes. Then he spread the tensed globes with his thumbs and thrust in deeper. Don groaned and pushed his ass back, trying to get Charlie's enflaming mouth closer to his hungry hole. The tip of Charlie's tongue soon found the puckered opening, and he made it into a hard point and drove it in. Panting and groaning with excitement, Don's eyes slipped closed and his head sank to the desk as he felt Charlie's tongue work his ass, hot and wet, exploring his innermost depths. Don let his sphincter relax as his brother drilled his tongue into it. Deeper and deeper Charlie probed until he felt Don fully relax. His ass was ready for him. He scrambled up into position and tugged on his rod a few times as he added some hand lotion from the desk to his saliva anointing his older brother's asshole, then he placed the leaking, reddened head at Don's entrance. Breathing hard and quivering with excitement, he pressed the tip of his cock past his brother's accommodating sphincter. Charlie groaned loudly as the muscles bore down on his sensitive crown. He had to stop and grab onto Don's hips to steady himself as his head swam with the mind-blowing sensations the constricting ring made as it gripped just behind his cockhead. Don groaned with him. The slow penetration and the stretching of his sphincter as Charlie began to spread him open sent fire radiating from his anus. The erotic burn began to spread, but he wanted more! He wiggled his ass back a little, grinding on Charlie's minute penetration, seeking fulfillment, pushing Charlie just a little further inside. The maneuver snapped Charlie out of his euphoria, and he pushed in all the way to the balls in one smooth stroke. "Oohh, God!" Charlie exclaimed. He paused a split second, then began the long thrusts that squeezed every millimeter of his tool inside the unbelievably tight band of muscle. His fingers clenched rhythmically, pressing into Don's flesh as he rocked with the ancient rhythm. "More," Don growled. "Harder. Deeper!" Charlie's cock was hitting that burning place inside when he thrust inward, but Don wanted more. He wanted it pounded mercilessly until the sweet fire consumed him and exploded through his nerve endings. Charlie picked up the pace. He rammed his dick into Don's ass hard and fast, banging Don's prostate with every relentless stroke. His heavy balls slapped against his lover's as he leaned into his efforts. Don dug his fingers into the desktop, desperately scrabbling for purchase. His grunts of ecstasy mingled with Charlie's as he braced himself as best he could and pounded back as hard as he was able. It wasn't long before Charlie couldn't hold back any more. He pulled out until the tight band was again gripping him at the ridge of his tip, then he exploded. White-hot fire shot through his veins as his balls pumped his seed into his companion's ass. Don let out a primal groan and came hard, joining his brother in blissful release. Sweating and a little unsteady, Charlie pulled out of Don. "Oh, wow," he panted breathlessly. "Trick or treat, baby," Don grinned at him, panting, as he eased around and pulled him in for a loving kiss. Number 1 Cliché Sure, I've written some dirty stories, just like anybody. But I never thought I'd have a really sexy real-life experience that's really sexy and worth writing about – y'know? Well, let me start from the beginning. I was outside getting ready for my morning jog – I like to keep in top shape – and this big U-Haul pulls up, someone grinding the hell out of those gears. Well fuck me purple if two hot, big-tittied honeys don't hop out of the cab, little cutoffs riding up to just below their too-perfect sexy little sexy sexy asses. Wow, I thought to myself, what I wouldn't give to be able to get with just one of those women. But that's impossible… isn't it? Wow, they sure had unusually large breasts and freakishly perfect bodies. Of course I could never be with a woman like that. …or could I? At first I just, y'know, pretended to stretch out front while they got their keys from the building manager, but soon they were working on the heavy stuff. "Are you alright?" the super-hot one asks me. "I'm wicked," I say, "how are you?" "Sexy," she says. "We were just curious – would you like… help us move furniture?" Wow, she sure did look good. "Well, I suppose I could lend a hand," I say, giving her The Look. She raises an eyebrow and just looks right on back, and already I've got a big hard one. Wow, she sure was sexy. I spend the rest of the morning helping them move in, and by noon we're all tired and sweaty. "Why don't we take a break for lemonade?" one of them suggests. I'm not sure which – I know they were both really hot, though. Well, we all think lemonade is a super-terrific idea, so we head upstairs to their place, a sexy one-bedroom on the third floor. Sitting on the couch in the living room, we all drink sexy ice cold lemonade. The superhot brunette takes some of her ice and begins rubbing it on her ample, sexy, curvaceous neck. "Mmmm," she says. "It's so hot today," turning to me and giving me The Look. I raise an eyebrow and give her The Look right back. "Yes," I say. "Certainly… warm… even though it's been oftly… cloudy…" "Oooh," she moans. "Talk about the weather more… more…" "Wow," says the blond. "You stumbled upon our Super-Secret Sexaholic Secret of Sex. We can't resist a man who can talk weather." "We?" I say? I can hardly believe it! "Yeah," says the brunette, looking at me very sexy-like. "We do everything together. Or should I say… everyone." Talk about my lucky day! Who saw this coming? Not me! Well, soon I'm talkin' about the most boring stuff imaginable while these two hot babes start frigging themselves off! And wow – they sure had perfect bodies. I think they told me their names at some point, but I can't recall. "Can I suck your cock?" the brunette says. "No – I get to suck it first!" says the blond, pushing her chum out of the way and gripping my RIDICULOUSLY OVERSIZED PENIS. I'm talkin' thirteen inches – and THICK. They fight over it for a minute, but I might have a solution… "Ladies, ladies, please… you can both suck my cock!" Well this seems to please everyone – especially me as these two hot supersexy beautiful sexy boner-inspiring women suck me off. One of them jerks my hardon, saying things like, "It's so big," and "wow – I'm not sure I can handle this big, huge boner of yours." The other is just suckin' her heart our, and they're both rubbing their unusually large and firm breasts. One of 'em gets the wise idea to start licking my balls, and that's where the fireworks really start. I'm fuckin' her face (one of them – I forget which), and then I squirt all over their faces. We clean up, and I told them that I know I haven't known them long, but I love them. They told me they love me too. And it was such a special, touching, important moment that validated the moral ambiguity of our situation. It really was. But sex was important too, so we got back to that pretty quick. Soon I've got the blond bent over the couch while I fuck her tight, shaved, slutty Cavern of Mystical Pleasure and Womanly Power. The brunette is licking my balls from beneath, and soon I'm ready to squirt again. But I don't – I hold back – I want to come in someone's ass. That way it's like… intimate. Yeah, that'll work. The brunette's moaning her head off, gasping about how I'm the best she's ever had – how she'll never get fucked like this again, riding my cock as the blond sits on my face. That's right. I had sex with two women. AT THE SAME TIME. And they were super-sexy alright. So I'm fucking the brunette in the pink puckered poop chute, right? And she starts coming all over the place from having my abnormally huge erection in her extra-sensitive sex-ass. Soon, I'm ready to come too, but the redhead won't have that. …or was she blond? Whatever – she says she wants my cum in her pussy, so she pushes the other chick off, sucks me off for one or ten strokes and then sits on my uniquely massive boner, sliding me all the way up into her untra-hot-spicy-smokin'-slutty Temple of Holy Worship for the Mother Flower. She's ridin' me like a prize antelope, and staring deep into my eyes. Hers were so beautiful – I'll never forget that special, important moment. …come to think of it, I'm not sure what colour they were. But whatever – it was an important moment for us both. So we have this like, emotional connection, and then she asks me to talk dirty to her. "A storm front's comin' in," I say. "Oooooooohhhhhh," she moans. "Looks like high pressure comin' in from the west…" I'm groaning, gripping her extra-sexy-hot, sex-inspiring fuck-me hips. "Yessssss YELL IT, Weatherman!" Her sloppy, overused Blosson of the Moon Goddess grips me tight, and I know she's coming like Whoopie to the Oscars. "AND BAROMETRIC PRESSURE IS RISING!" I cry. Never have I had such a transcendent, spiritual, sexy sexual moment. She jumped off me and jerked my hot, spicy, tasty sexy one-eyed-touser-mouse go-juice deep into her perfect, pouty mouth. Later on, we're lying in their extra-large sex-bed, and I ask them; "Hey, why did you guys come up to me in the first place?" "You'd been standing on the steps stretching for a half an hour – we thought you deserved some recognition for trying to hard." Wow, that sure was funny luck. Hah hah hah. Well, I'm happy to say we lived beside each other for six wonderful months. Whenever the weather was on, I'd knock on their door and either the blond or the brunette would answer – and these hot sexy sex goddesses would fuck me while watching the weather. Unfortunately, last year their fetish took a dark turn, and they were struck by lightning while masturbating on a hilltop during a thunderstorm. I'll never forget them – though I'm not sure I recall their names, I can tell you this – they were super-duper sexy. Just wait – it could happen to you next. Number 14: Paul Sixteen. It's amazing how Jessica couldn't count these men on her fingers anymore. Rationalize it whichever way you could, either way; she was upset that the number had gotten this high. In retrospect, Jessica could slowly remember the faces of the fourteen men that had shared her most intimate memories. Four tumbled clumsily and quietly with her as her roommate slept on the other side of the room. Six were faceless nobodies found on the outskirts of whatever club she was frequenting. One took her virginity that cliché evening following prom. The final five men, however, had names, had faces, and had stories behind them. Paul was number twelve. They were both working on their Masters degree at a University in Chicago. Some harmless flirting and uninteresting conversation convinced Jessica that a casual lay was riding on her feigning interest. After a very expensive dinner at some upper-class slut hangout and a couple glasses of wine, they lay on Jessica's futon in her empty apartment. His fingers fumbled with the ties on her stringy black dress, both of them giggling in between kisses. At twenty-four, she was hardly a schoolgirl in demeanor, but now, half a bottle deep with a man she hardly knew or cared about, she felt new at love-making. Stripped to her panties, lying in the dark, his warmth blanketed her softly. His lips blushed at her body, taking in a pert nipple with his breath. With each flick of his tongue her body angled itself closer and closer to his, maximizing the depth to which he might penetrate her. Her hands were running along the entirety of his body, leaving a trail of goose-bumps leading straight to his hardened cock. She wanted it, she wanted it so badly. She offered her moistened cunt as a token of her desire, hoping Paul would take it as an opportunity for some much needed oral sex. He had been teasing her all night, damnit, rubbing his stiff dick against her panty-bound clit, nibbling her ears slowly. Now, her pussy ached for release. She let out a soft whine in his ear, right before he slowly released her from the imprisonment of her clothing. Now here she was, naked at last, free from the binding satin of her slip dress. Her clit was bare, open for his mouth, his tongue, his cock; whatever he would give her. She moaned in delight; his lips were hot against her breasts. The more she moaned, the lower he went. Continuing on this trend, Jessica arched her back to the ceiling and down he went...only a few inches away from her aching clit. He worked his way down slowly, teasing her with gentle licks trailing their way closer and closer to the area she longed to be touched, and when he finally did, she made a sound he had never heard a woman make before. He moved slowly, making firm deliberate strokes with his rough tongue. Her hairless cunt quivered and dripped with wetness. With every thrust of her hips closer to his mouth, Paul quickened the flicks against her aching clit. Her hands were laced through his hair, pulling tightly at the roots, harder with each of his licks. Paul felt her grip on him tighten and hold one last time before she shouted in aching pleasure, the muscles of her cunt throbbing against his tongue, soaking him in the sweet nectar of his labors. She needed him inside her, she needed to feel the stiffness of his cock pounding into her soaked pussy. He read her mind, and slid his quivering member deep inside her in one simple thrust. Jessica moaned as she was filled up by his huge cock. It was a tight fit, they both knew, but with her slippery wetness enveloping his cock, Paul's thrusts were smooth and abiding. He kept a steady pace, breathing heavily with each gliding thrust. Jessica's clit was swelling with another impending orgasm. Paul could feel her muscles tighten and her mouth open with anticipation; with that, he hovered close to her, rubbing the entirety of his cock against her swollen clit, causing her vision to shatter and her voice to purge. That was all it took for him, too. A single thrust later and his explosion of ecstasy filled her up as his tightened eyes and gnashed teeth softened with each rope of hot cum. Lying in a sweaty heap, they relaxed into a heavy sleep without another word. In the shadows of the dawn, Jessica awakened alone on the floor of her apartment, her head aching from the alcoholic memories panging her. Visions of the night before flew before her eyes as she headed to the shower to wash away the sin of the previous evening that covered her inner thighs. Number 15: Sean Jessica breathed in the steam as it rolled out of the shower in uneven sheets. The mirror she stood in front of became increasingly foggy the longer she contemplated in front of it. Naked, Jessica stared calmly at her thirty-something year old figure with slight satisfaction. Time hadn't aged her like she thought it would. Still lean, Jessica maintained a shapely figure with supple, B-cup breasts, a rounded ass, and firm thighs stemming off a mile of leg. Sure, her stomach wasn't as tight as it used to be and her stray grays sent her to the hair salon a couple extra times per year, but that was the price of getting older. Jessica released the tension she was holding, inching closer to the foggy mirror and examined her face closely. A small freckle sat just above her right eye. Usually she layered it in creamy eye shadows; hardly anyone knew it was there. A smile crawled slowly across her face as Sean entered her mind. It started out so innocently, she recalled. A co-worker of hers, Sean was way out of Jessica's league. A senior partner at her Chicago accounting firm, Sean was a business prodigy. At twenty-eight he made senior partner, many promotions ahead of the game for his age. In retrospect, it might have been his success that she found so appealing, but, even eight years later, Jessica still put his handsome charm ahead of all else. She couldn't escape his gaze; those green eyes seemed to pierce right through her every time he looked her way. That's how this all started: her knock-kneed responses to his simple, mindless question. *** "Make coffee, Jessica! Make copies, Jessica!" she complained. "I feel like damned Cinderella in a business suit! I busted my ass in grad school, and for what?" "To make my coffee." A husky voice replied. "And, once you bust your ass here, I'll find someone else to make you coffee." Jessica blushed at her lack of awareness. How long had he been standing there? "I apologize, Mr. Thomas. I'm...I'm just feeling a little...underappreciated lately." Jessica attempted to conjure up some small excuse for her misjudgment. "Underappreciated, huh? Well, Miss Dennin, I suppose an evaluation may be in store. Finish my copies and meet me in my office. We'll see what we can do." Embarrassed and shocked, Jessica abandoned her copies and ran to the restroom. A lip gloss sweep, hair brushing, and Mentos later, Jessica returned to Sean's office, copies in hand. Sean was nose deep into that cup of coffee, his green eyes peering out of his "World's Best Boss" mug. He was so composed, so confident; it scared the shit out of her. Slowly, Jessica inched her way near his desk, sliding the copies down in front of him. A slight silence filled the room, causing a degree of discomfort between them. Tugging at her skirt, Jessica suddenly wished she'd worn panties today. Another reason to do laundry earlier in the week. Peeved by the silence, Sean was the first to break it. "So, you aren't feeling the corporate love, are you Jess? Is it alright for me to call you Jess?" Jessica nodded slightly at his warm smile. "Well, based on your accounts, you are doing an excellent job." he announced. "Your reports are fantastic, very few mistakes, very detailed and accurate. Everyone here loves you, Jess. But, I'm still not convinced." Confused, she began to open her mouth, as if to speak... "But," he interrupted, "I am willing to be swayed. Sally on the fourth floor is up for the same considerations you are. I suspect you can be a tad more creative than an old lady like Sally." Jessica could hear the implications in his voice. Alarmed, but not disguised, she thought carefully about her upcoming discourse. After a brief moment of silence, she rose slowly to the office door, as if to leave. Rather, she locked the door bluntly, and shut the blinds the encompassed the room. Making slow strides towards his desk, Jessica began to unbutton her white blouse, revealing inches upon inches of bared skin. The air was cold upon her naked flesh, but she pushed on, removing the blouse, leaving her lacey bra exposed for his viewing pleasure. She approached his desk with ease, turning his chair around to face her, straddling his lap with her bare pussy lips underneath her skirt. She kissed his soft, pouty lips slowly, enjoying the taste of her coffee on his tongue. She smiled slightly, deepening her lip-lock. His hand cradled her ass cheeks, clasping around each one firmly, enjoying them in all of their beauty. Jessica could feel his pants tighten, straining to release the enormity of his cock. Heeding this warning, she unzipped his pants to reveal his engorged prick poking at her. Smiling, Jessica flicked her tongue over the tip, causing Sean to moan in aching pleasure. She continued this briefly, allowing the tip to engorge fully before consuming the entirety of his quivering member. With long and smooth strokes, she sucked his cock hard, caressing his balls as she pushed him closer to orgasm. When she felt his thighs tighten, she stopped. In disbelief, Sean pressed her down for more; Jessica knew he couldn't take it much longer. She straddled him again, this time sliding his dick deep inside her soaked cunt, allowing him to feel the tightness and depth of her. He moaned with lustful desire, hinting for more. She slowed down, pulling her cunt up and down on his cock slowly. Her clit rubbed against his pelvis as she bounced up and down, driving her to the edge within moments. Her sweet pussy ached for release as she grinded hard against him. His hands dug into her hips as he pushed his cock deeper and deeper in her with each thrust. He could feel her about to submit, and with that, he took a nipple deep in his mouth and bit down slightly. Jessica cried out in gratification as her cunt shook and pulsated through a momentous, splintering orgasm. She continued to buck, for his sake, pressing on for yet another. That was all he needed. With the mere sight of the ecstasy on her face, Sean exploded violently, releasing load upon load of hot, steaming seed deep within her little cunt. "How was my performance, Mr. Thomas?" Jessica whispered in his ear as she lay her head on his shoulder. "Mmm, I think a promotion is in store, but we may need to amend your contract. I could use a stress-reliever like that a couple times a week." He said. Giggling, Jessica kissed his temple tenderly, slowly lifting herself off of his wilting member. Was he serious? After pinning her long, brown hair back up, and buttoning all of her blouse buttons, Jessica gave Mr. Thomas a final kiss as his assistant. He hugged her closely, kissing a small freckle above her eye. "I've never noticed that freckle before. It's adorable and very suiting." He noted. Jessica smiled slightly and exited his office as a new junior partner. *** The next day, in the foggy residue of her morning shower, Jessica applied her makeup articulately. Today, and for many more days to come, she would omit the eye shadow that previously blanketed her freckle. It was "adorable," after all. Number 2 and 3 About a month after my first encounter with a man I decided to try my luck again. This was way back in 1966 when the gay movement was unheard of and in fact I never knew another guy in my entire school time that admitted to being with a man. Being called a cock sucker was about the worst thing you could be called. In spite of this when I had become aware of the notes written on the stalls and walls of the local city hall bathroom offering or wanting blowjobs it had intrigued me and turned me on. I went back to the bathroom one afternoon and things worked out much as they had the time before. There always seemed to be a few men hanging around rather than just going in to relieve themselves and although I never saw any actual sex happening in there I was pretty sure that some of them were interested. I went in and up to a urinal and took a piss. This time no one stood right beside me but I did see a guy about mid twenties who was watching me from the end of the room. AS I finished pissing I leaned away from the urinal a little and stroked my cock a couple of times getting it half hard. He smiled and casually rubbed the front of his jeans but didn't so anything else. I wasn't sure how to proceed and was worried about becoming too obvious so I zipped up and left the bathroom. Once outside I went to the bus stop area and soon the guy came out of the bathroom and walked over to me asking if I was interested in having some fun. I agreed and he suggested following him to an area under a bridge just on the edge of downtown so I did. When we got to the bridge he went down into a garden planted there and tool a small path that went right under the bridge where it left the bank of the valley. I followed him in and found that there was what amounted to almost a room in there under the deck of the bridge and up between the main girders where from the outside all you could see was a couple of feet. There was a concrete ledge, part of the bridge foundation which allowed a man to stand up on it and be pretty much hidden from anyone looking in. Given how dark it was in the shade under there anyone would have to come right under themselves to be able to see anything. When he got there the guy stepped up onto that ledge and facing me undid his jeans and pulled out his cock. I had seen other guys my own age in the shower room etc but this was only the second time I had ever seen a grown man's cock and this guy had huge one. I have about an average size cock 6 inches when fully erect but even before he got hard he was about 9 inches. He started stroking it and I watched it grow to what he claimed was 11 inches and I have no reason to doubt it. It was the biggest cock I had ever seen or would see for several more years. He then asked if I wanted to suck it and I said yes. I moved in front of him and because of his being on the ledge I didn't have to kneel down just bend over a little bit to take the end of his cock into my mouth. I started to suck and lick the head of it as he moaned that it felt nice. It got harder and hotter it seemed to me and he started to thrust it into my eager mouth. That however made me gag. I couldn't even get half his cock into my mouth without gagging and he stopped pushing into me. He then told me to take my time and just take it as far as I could without gagging. HE told me he had only ever found a couple of people who had ever been able to take his entire cock and not to worry about it but to try and relax, take a deep breath and then see if I could take more of it slowly into my mouth. I did that a few times and managed to get a bit more into my mouth with each attempt. Then he said to take a couple of breaths then try to swallow when I went down on his cock again. The first time I tried it didn't work but on the second try it slipped into my throat and I could feel it sliding deeper and deeper into me. He was hard as a rock mow and was telling me how good it felt. He also said I had gotten all but the last inch into my mouth and when I tried again I felt him slip deep into my throat as I continued to press forward till I felt my nose press into his belly and realized I had swallowed his entire cock. It made my eyes water but it was also extremely exciting and he told me I was a great cock sucker. He pulled back out of me and started to jerk himself off as I held the head of his cock in my mouth and licked and sucked it. I heard his breath coming in short gasps and then without any warning he was cumming in my mouth. I tried to swallow it all but some of it leaked out the corner of my mouth and landed in the dust beside my foot. He spurted five or six times moaning as he did and telling me how great it felt. My own cock was hard as a rock now and I took it out as he did up his pants. I asked if he would blow me and he surprised me a little by saying no he never did that he just liked getting blown. He started to walk away and it was only then that I realized another guy had walked in under the bridge too and had been watching us. For a second I panicked realizing what he had just seen me doing but then I saw he had his cock out and was stroking it and was as hard as I was. The guy I had just blown walked away from us but the second guy came closer offering me his cock. I turned around and stepped up on the ledge offering mine to him and he fell onto it immediately. It only took about 2 minutes till I felt the cum rising and told him I was going to spurt. He sucked all the harder and drained my cum into his eager mouth. Then I returned the favour and sucked him to completion which took a few minutes longer than I had but I swallowed my second load of the day and third of my life. BY the time I was done my jaw was aching form the amount of time I had had it stretched open and for the next day or so my voice was ab bit hoarse from the stretching the first guy had given my throat. Still I knew then that I would be finding relief with and providing relief for men for the rest of my life. Number 3 It was 9 pm on the dot. I hopped in my car, started it up and backed out of my driveway, turning on to the road to begin my trip which would end only a few blocks away. This was the third time I had done this; met this man I barely knew but for some reason, had decided that I could not live without. For the second time, I had dressed like he wanted me to; a tight-fitting, low-cut black dress with strappy gold heels. I had done my makeup carefully to make sure I didn't look too eager. I was hopelessly devoted to this man, and when I was with him, I was always afraid that at any moment, a glance of rejection might radiate from his crystal blue eyes. After the first time we were together, I felt ashamed of what I had done, after all I had a family of my own. I had promised myself it wouldn't happen again. But the next time he called me, I was drawn in almost instantly just by his voice. It wasn't that easy to let go, even if I knew the consequences. ***** We had met at a nearby ice cream shop. I was picking up an order of Double Chocolate Fudge and one of Mint Chocolate Chip to take home. When he entered the store, I looked up and my heart stopped for a moment. He had a magnetic glow that drew me in, and I wasn't the only one, even at that small shop. He was tall and trim, walked with an enticing mix of confident swagger and eager boy, and flashed a wide, sexy grin at the thought of all the smitten ladies checking him out. I couldn't help stalling at the register and glancing his way out of the corner of my eye. It felt like a rash situation at the time, with my chest and neck burning red hot and my clit already tingling, so I decided to take the first step. "Hello," I said casually and smiled. I melted instantly when he returned my glance, and I could feel the scornful stares of other women on my back as I claimed the prize. "Hi," he answered. We completed our ice cream transactions and headed toward the door. As we walked out, I could feel my heart breaking when he turned to walk away. "Wait!" I said with desperation in my voice. "I mean, I haven't seen you in our neighborhood before," I tried to maintain myself as I took a few steps in his direction. I could tell he knew exactly what I was thinking when he walked a few paces toward me. "No, I haven't been here long," he said, and it was now that I noticed his accent. "It's really nice to meet you," he lowered his voice to a deep, resonating tone and extended his hand. I had no idea what else to say. Our palms met and I felt quivers running through my stomach down to my pussy lips. I found myself in auto-pilot as I asked him if he wanted to get a cup of coffee sometime. My life, my home, didn't cross my mind until that point. I justified it to myself; a cup of coffee was nothing. It was less than nothing. I just wanted to get to know him as a friend. Deep in my heart, in a place unaccessible to logic, I knew it was a lot more than that. It was on that very day of our coffee meeting - just a few days after we had exchanged phone numbers - that we had sex for the first time. Everything went swimmingly over our lattes; we clicked and had a great time. But there was the slightest look on his face that let me know that we felt different things. We were the same age, but at different stations in our lives, and that indescribable something told me that what we had was not going to be orthodox or moral. I didn't care. I laughed when he smiled, I listened intently when he spoke and I took him in carefully; his shorn hair, neatly scruffy beard, his scent of fresh soap, and the way his eyes widened when he was excited. When he picked up his cup, I looked at his hands, which were smooth and strong with long fingers, and I yearned for them to touch my body. Then, when he asked if I wanted to go back to his apartment, I said yes immediately. Three mind-blowing orgasms later, I laid in his arms running my fingers through his patches of chest hair, even then not fully realizing how I had gotten there. I got up, put my clothes back on, and drove the short distance to my house. Somehow, I managed to avoid everyone as I went straight to the shower and began to cry, not knowing why, as the tears flowed down my cheeks. I honestly thought it was over at that point. I would go back to normal, my family would too, and I would never see him again. That was until he called again, about 2 weeks later. ***** At about 9:06, I rang the doorbell, waiting on the porch of his apartment building. Everyone says the third time is a charm, and this time was no exception. After the first time, I was overcome with guilt; the second time, I began to let myself enjoy it, and this time, I had already given myself to him mentally. When he opened the door, he greeted me with the smile I loved and pulled me in by the hand as he shut the door behind him. "You look exceptional," he whispered in my ear, kissing my neck. I closed my eyes, succumbing in his arms as he wrapped them fully around me. My thong was already moist. He looked exceptional as well, wearing a small, fitted T-shirt with short sleeves that showed his toned arms, and snug blue jeans emphasizing his long legs and tight ass. He led me to the bedroom without saying much, stripped off his shirt, and walked toward me as I sat down on his bed to catch my breath. Our lips met somewhere in the middle, furiously meshed together as if it were our life support. It was dark, and we could only see silhouettes, but by now we were getting used to each other's shape and moved in synch like clockwork. I felt his warm body lean on mine until I was laying down and his mouth broke away from mine. He traced my neck and ear lightly with the tip of his tongue, and progressively became firmer and firmer, licking my neck and making his way down to my chest. Lifting up my head smoothly, he untied my dress behind my neck and slipped it down, exposing my large tits and firm nipples. I wrapped my legs around him, grinding my crotch into his hard boner under his jeans. He stood up at the end of the bed looking down at me, and gently massaged each of my breasts with his hands. His fingers focused on my pert nipples, pinching and rolling them until they rose higher. I moaned and squirmed under his touch. My pussy was burning, aching for attention, but he loved to tease me and make me wait for it. He was enjoying it too; his eyes opened and closed slowly as I continued to rub myself on his jeans. He licked his red-violet colored lips and leaned over, flicking his tongue alternately over my nipples before finally taking each one in his mouth, sucking them firmly. I writhed around helplessly; it felt so good. Just when I felt like I was going to explode, he stood up, brushed his hands over my tits once more, and pulled my dress completely off. He giggled quietly like a school-boy when he saw my red mesh thong. Gripping my legs, he pulled my body up to his face and I felt his hot mouth cover my wet lips through my panties. He breathed in deeply, taking in my scent. "Please," I begged in a whisper. He laughed again, set me back down on the bed, and slipped off my thong as well as his own jeans. Under his black boxer-briefs, his cock was rock hard. I reached up and rubbed it, stroking it from base to head under the thin fabric, and lightly cupping his balls. He leaned down and kissed my lips, and I fell back onto the bed, knowing what was coming next. My pussy was dripping cum now. I felt his tongue on my stomach and he moved further down, slowly spreading my legs and nuzzling my inner thighs with his beard. Then, he picked up his head, gazed at me with his gorgeous eyes, and offered two fingers to my mouth. I parted my lips slightly and he gingerly slipped them inside. I lavished them with my tongue until they were soaking wet. He pulled them out, sliding them across my naked body, bouncing them on my nipples, drawing them closer to my freshly shaved woman parts. Opening my legs once more, I felt his lips on me as his fingers glided into my pussy. I sighed loudly and began to make a lot of noise. His mouth expertly licked, sucked, and teased my clit as his fingers drew in and out of my hole, causing me to drip cum down my ass onto the bed below. The feeling of his stubble on my sensitive pussy was too much to bear. He sensed my excitement, and quickened his pace, running his tongue up and down my pussy lips, flicking my clit, and pushing his fingers against my G spot while they moved in and out. "Oh my God!" I uttered, exploding in orgasm. He slowed his pace, rubbing my swollen lips. I enjoyed the afterglow briefly, then sat up and pulled down his boxers. I was hungry for his cock. He still stood at the end of the bed as I rose up to my knees, my hands covering his body. I practically devoured his neck, moving down to his chest. I took his throbbing member in my hand as I licked his body, pausing on each of his small nipples and continuing down his taut stomach. I ran my tongue over his belly button, through his short pubes and ended on his dick. His cock was long and thick and perfect. He leaned his head back and ran his hands through my hair, holding onto it delicately, and I went to work on him. I took it in my mouth, slowly at first, tasting it and making sure it was slippery and wet. When I felt him getting harder, I sucked harder, pulling it in and out, lingering on his head. I moved to his thighs - they were firm and thin, but strong - nibbling at his muscles and jerking off his rod. He breathed heavily, rubbing my back. Finally, he raised up my head and practically pounced on top of me. I was ready to go again. His cock instantly rammed into my pussy. I squealed from the impact, gripping his back and grabbing his ass as he thrusted in me. He glistened with sweat that smelled sweet and I took a taste from his neck. He pressed his lips hard onto mine and we kissed deeply for several minutes as our bodies rocked back and forth. Then, suddenly, he flipped me over onto my stomach. I laid flat and he entered me from behind, his huge rod rubbing against my engorged pussy and G spot, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. I held my ass up in the air slightly and gasped in delight as he slapped it firmly. I felt his fingers pinching my clit from underneath. I bounced my body against his cock in response. We stopped momentarily when the excitement grew too high and we weren't ready to stop. He laid on his back on the bed and motioned for me to mount him. His cock bounced in the air with anticipation. I leaned over and kissed him again as I climbed on top. I put on a show for him, sitting up straight, and rubbing my tits as I looked him in the eye. I grinded down hard on his dick, each time feeling the electricity streaming through my loins. My wetness covered his member and dripped onto his stomach. We were both worked into a frenzy when he grabbed my hands, holding me down close to him. Our moist bodies melded together and I pumped his cock faster and faster as our breathing got heavier. When I came, I felt hot liquid squirt from my G spot and I collapsed onto him, moaning loudly in his ear. I kept moving my body slowly, as fast as I could muster, and he kept thrusting into me, holding me tightly. A minute later, I felt the goosebumps cover his arms and he came inside me, his chest heaving as his body shook beneath me. Once his breathing subsided, I moved off of him, staying close and laying on his shoulder, taking in his scent. He kissed me sweetly on the forehead before we drifted off for a short nap. Once we awoke, I got out of bed and re-dressed. That was it; number three. And I couldn't lie; it was amazing. I didn't know how much longer it could go on, but when I left his apartment, he gave me that same look that had melted me all those weeks ago. Even though I knew what we had was definitely wrong, I was firmly entrenched in his web. I rounded the corner back to my own house, my established life. It was time once again to go about my business as usual. I didn't know if my family knew - at this point it wouldn't be too hard to figure out - and I wasn't sure if I cared after all. As long as he wanted me, I knew I would never be able to help myself. Number 48 It is hot and stuffy in the cramped and crowded waiting room, and we have been sitting bored and frustrated for over forty minutes. We along with everybody else in the room are thoroughly fed up, and want nothing more than to get out of the sullen lifeless place and into the fresh air. I have had enough and so take the decision to make the afternoon a bit more entertaining for everybody. I grab your arm and tell you to walk to the centre of the room with me. Once we reach it I make you kneel down, and I quickly cuff your hands behind your back with a discrete set of quick release cuffs that I carry with me. I position myself in front of you and instruct you to open your mouth and look up at me. I undo my trousers to reveal my hardening cock and push it into your waiting mouth and say "put on a good show for all the nice people," as I grin wickedly down at you. The many people standing around the room begin to take notice of what is going on, and watch your display with interest. Several men move a little nearer to get a better view, and a few of them attempt to rub their cocks discreetly through their trousers. You can see the men and the couple of dozen people filling the waiting room out of the corners of your eyes. Your cheeks flush hot and red at the thought of being watched by so many people in such a public place. You are very aware of the nearby men rubbing their cocks, and make a huge effort to curb your nerves, be a good girl and perform well for me. As you focus on your task your trembling begins to subside, and you settle into an erotic rhythm enjoying the taste and feel of your masters cock inside you. After several minutes, and once I am satisfied that you have reached a suitably cock hungry state of arousal I speak clearly and loudly enough for all in the room to hear, as I invite the men to come and masturbate over you. Looks of disbelief are exchanged between not only the men, but the assembled women and employees too. Only five of the men pluck up the courage to step forward and take up the invitation. All are a little unsure at first, but once I have nodded my approval it is only a matter of seconds until a circle is formed around you. I step around behind you, grip you by the hair, and direct your face at each cock in turn. All are hard and eagerly pointing at you. Your trembling returns, and your cheeks are bright with shy arousal as I make you look at the meat arrayed before you. First is a short very thick circumcised and purple tipped member. To his left is an average but well proportioned specimen. To his left is an entirely unimpressive pencil of a dick that looks almost comical in comparison to what your eyes fall on next. The cock is average in girth, but is very long with a very pronounced helmet. Finally we come to the cock that I know you will be awed by. Your eyes widen and you look from it to me and back again. I feel you wriggle a little on your knees as you are clearly aroused by it. The massive member is only a few inches away from your face, and you look at it with hungry intent. It is at least eleven inches long, it's rich black skin is stretched over it's enormous girth, and it's huge pulsating head is shiny with pre cum. I order you to turn and face me again. You shuffle round on your knees, and look up and wait passively for your instructions. Gripping your hair once more I force your mouth onto my rigid cock, pushing you down until you can take no more, and only around an inch remains outside your lips. You suck urgently and gag noisily as your throat is filled. Gasps and sounds of appreciation filter from the watching crowd. I tell you what a good girl you are as you suck. You are encouraged by my appraisal and soft groans of pleasure escape from your stretched lips. After several minutes I say "don't waste a drop." A moment later you feel my cock swell and twitch as I empty my creamy hot cum into your sweet mouth. You try desperately to swallow my precious liquid, but a trickle of silky white runs from each corner of your mouth. "Finish it," I command. You slide your tongue out, and lick slowly at the edges of your lips and down over your chin being sure to catch every last drop of your masters cum. The five men are vigorously wanking their straining cocks at the sight of your performance, and many of them look as if they are going to explode. Addressing them directly I tell them that they may all cum over your face. This is met with broad smiles and more approving sounds from the surrounding audience. I step to one side and pointing to the man with the pencil dick I say "you first." He positions himself, and wank's directly at you. You obediently angle your face toward him, and almost immediately are squirted with his fluid. The watery cum dribbles down your left cheek and then he is gone. "You next!" I bark as I point at the short thick cocked young man. He barely makes it to your face before he too squirts his seed over you. The remaining three men all seem to be at the point of cumming, but taking a moment to draw their torture out for a few seconds more. I decide which of them will be next. "You." I gesture at Mr average. The middle aged man practically trips over himself in his bid to get to you before he cum's. He doesn't quite make it, his first squirt hits the floor just to your right, but he manages to aim his last couple at your face, and succeeds in hitting your forehead. The man tries to encourage you to suck his cock clean but you dutifully and rightly turn your head away denying him that distinct pleasure. I take a step forward and shoot him a warning glance, which encourages him to back away from you swiftly. I return to my previous position and look at the two remaining men. They are still clearly intent on showering you in cum so I nod at Mr long, and he takes his cue. You look to me for the go ahead, I simply smile. You turn your face back toward Mr long, and he aims his lengthy tool at you and wank's slowly but purposefully. Several minutes pass and I begin to think I am going to have to put a stop to his eventual pleasure, just as the thought enters my head the man lets out a loud groan as he erupts all over your waiting features. He cum's in short spurts that seem to go on for an age, but eventually he steps away his legs trembling, a beaming smile creasing his face. I wait for you to look at me. Your face is streaked with glistening wet cum, and I can still see the pink of your skin behind the sticky mess. Your eyes are hungry and convey unspoken desires along with an almost pleading, just as I knew they would. I grin, and say calmly to the large powerfully built black man "be my guest." The man wordlessly moves around in front of you, and I along with the entire collection of onlookers watch as I allow you to indulge. I hear your gasp as you see him wanking his massive member inches from your face. Your eyes are fixed on the ebony shaft as he wank's with practiced ease. Murmurs of appreciation float across the now almost silent room. I note with some amusement that many of the surrounding women are taking a particular interest in this part of the proceedings. I step forward, and un-cuff your hands just before I order you to wank it over yourself. You smile, and reach up and take hold of the monster. Looking incredibly turned on, and at the same time very shy and self conscious you put one hand around its base, and the other in front of it so they are touching, and begin to wank. It is so thick that you are unable to close your fingers around its girth. You omit a shocked gasp as you see that there is still 4" sticking out past your hands. The man groans at your attention as you slide your hands up and down its massive length, working the foreskin back and forth over the glistening helmet. The huge tool throbs and twitches in your hands, and pre cum trickles freely from the winking slit, and smears down the shaft as you manipulate him. The man announces that he is about to cum, and you quicken your pace and urgency of your action, he lets out a long moaning sigh as his mighty cock pumps thick jets of creamy white cum over you. The cock is almost vibrating as it shoots, stream after stream of hot silky spunk, showering your pretty face from top to bottom, and adding to the copious dripping film that already covers it. The mans knees almost buckle with relief as the last dribbles leave his cock. He thanks you, and then after taking a minute or two to compose himself, he ambles away disappearing into the crowd. You stay kneeling waiting to receive permission to move, and I walk around to stand in front of you, take your hand and beckon you to your feet. As you stand the room is filled with a long round of applause, that is punctuated with occasional shouted words of appreciation and exclamation. Just as you look up into my eyes and whisper "thank you master," an automated monotone voice chimes "number 48" over the electronic queuing machine. I open my hand to reveal the pale green ticket that displays our number, and grin wickedly again. I take a tight grip of your arm, and lead you through to our designated room. The still stunned audience smiling and shaking their heads, but starting to go back about their business. The dripping cum still cakes your face along with your broad contented smile, and you trot obediently behind me as I lead the way.