10 comments/ 268788 views/ 23 favorites Trouble By: FuckDoll It was raining that day, and my car had broken down, so I had to walk... I had been dressed up to go out that night, my little black dress, it is see through, so I wear a slip under it, black thong panties, a black shelf bra that pushed my tits up & together rather nicely, and my black fishnet stockings with a garter belt to hold them up. Yeah, I kinda looked like a slut, but I thought I was going out to a club, not walking down the street in the rain. Anyway, on way home, there was a small bar. I decided to duck in there to get out of the rain for a bit, and have a couple of beers. I walked into the bar, and noticed immediately that it was nearly empty. There was an older couple sitting at a table in the corner, there was an old man sitting at the bar, and a couple of guys playing pool. I walked up to the bartender, and got my beer... I took it over to a table near the pool table and sat down. The first beer went down pretty quick, and I went to get another. As I walked over to the bar, I felt a hand brush against my ass... I quickly turned around, and one of the guys that was playing pool looked down at me and said he was sorry, and that it was an accident. I replied, "No problem," and flashed him a smile. This guy was quite attractive ... he was probably about 6' tall, which is damn tall next to me (I'm only 5'5"), and was pretty muscular ... he was wearing a wifebeater (a white ribbed tank top) and black jeans, and he had a shaved head. He smiled back at me, and I continued over to the bar, and got my second beer. When I turned around, I noticed that the guy that had touched my ass was now sitting at my table! Hmm, I thought, this could be interesting. I walked back over to my table, and sat down. He introduced himself, and said his name was Eddie. I introduced myself to him, and I asked him where his friend had gone. He said that his friend Robert had run out to their car to grab his smokes. At this point Eddie looked me up and down, and said, "Damn, you're soaked!" I told him about the trouble I was having with my car, and that I was on my way home, and had to walk in the rain. At this point, Robert walked up to the table, and threw down his smokes. He looked at Eddie, and said "Fuck man, it fucking pouring out there!" I rolled my eyes at the thought of having to walk in the pouring rain, and finished up my beer. "Would you like another?" Asked Eddie. I said, "Sure." He got up and walked over to the bar. Robert sat down, and introduced himself, and I told him my name, and before he asked, I explained why I was so wet. Eddie returned with three beers, he set one in front of me, and gave one to Robert, and he took a big drink from the third. I took a drink of mine, and lit up a smoke. The two guys also lit up with me. We sat there and talked for a while, and I have to admit I was being rather flirtatious. I always get flirty when I drink. About half way through my third beer, and my head was feeling heavy. I thought this was kind of odd, as 3 beers usually didn't fuck me up. I took another drink anyway. I noticed Eddy's leg kept brushing up against mine, but I didn't move it, I looked down, and noticed that my dress had slid up on my leg, and the top of my stockings were exposed. Feeling rather bold at the moment, I chose to let it stay like it was. I finished off my beer, and I felt like I had run full speed into a brick wall. I explained to the guys that I usually didn't get this drunk from a few beers, and they both replied that it was cool. I noticed they gave each other a look and smiled, but I thought nothing of it. I felt like I needed to pee, so I excused myself, grabbed my purse and stood up to go to the restroom. That's when it really hit me. I quickly sat back down, and Eddie asked me what was wrong. I said, "I'm kinda embarrassed, but I don't know if I can make it over to the restroom." He stood up, and grabbed my arm pulling me to my feet. Whoa, I could barely walk to the restroom even with him guiding my way. I went in, and Eddie said he would wait by the door. I stumbled into the restroom, and went pee. It wasn't easy... For some reason I was really FUCKED UP! I made my way to the door, and pushed it open. Eddie grabbed me, as I think I was about to fall. We made it back to the table, and I sat down roughly. It was getting late, and I thought I should go, but I didn't think I could walk all the way home in this condition. At that exact moment, Robert said to Eddie, "Hey, lets get out of this place, and go pick up some beer ... we could head back to my place, and get wasted" Eddie said, "Cool, lets go" Eddie looked at me, and asked if I needed a ride somewhere. I told him that it would be real cool if I could get a ride home. He helped me up, and we walked out of the bar and towards their car, it was raining harder then ever. I slid into the back seat of their car, and they both jumped in the front. Robert was driving, and I heard him tell Eddie that they needed to pick up the beer first before all the liquor stores closed. Robert started the car and pulled out into the street. I was nearly passed out. I was way too fucked up for only having 3 beers. Though my eyes were barely open, I saw that Robert kept looking in his rearview mirror at me, and Eddie kept turning his head to look at me. I put my hands on my legs, and felt that my skirt was hiked up pretty high now, and they could see my stockings and about 4 inches of the straps from my garter belt. I tried to cover up with no avail, and I quietly passed out... When I woke up, the car was parked, and Eddie was pulling me out of the car. I asked where I was, and Robert said, "We're at my house" I gave Eddie a questioning look, and he said that when they had asked me where I lived, I was passed out, so they figured they would take me with them, and drop me off later. Just then, Eddie picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. I think I passed out again, because the next thing I remember was Eddie laying me down on a bed, and telling me that I could sleep there. Through my barely opened eyes, I saw him walk out of the room. Lying there, I could feel that my clothes were damp. I figured that since I had a slip on, I could take off my dress and let it dry ... damn was that a struggle, but I managed to take it off, and laid it over the corner of the bed. At that moment, Robert walked in the room. He had a beer in his hand, and asked if I would like one. I told him, that I better not, because I was too fucked up as it was. He sat down beside me on the side of the bed, and I passed out again. When I awoke, Both Eddie and Robert were sitting at the end of the bed watching a porno... I asked if I could have some water because I needed something to drink. Eddie left the room, and walked back in with a glass... I took a BIG drink, and felt a burning in my stomach. It was Vodka!!! I looked at Eddie, and he said, "Come on, water is no fun..." I set the cup down on the table, and struggled to sit up. Eddie asked me if I ever watched porno movies. I told him I did, but not this kind! On the TV, was a girl chained up, bound and gagged, and being whipped by a menacing looking man. Eddie just smiled at me, and told me I should watch, maybe I would like it. Everything was still kind of blurry, but I leaned back against the headboard and watched. The girl was screaming every time the whip touched her… I was getting aroused. I could feel my pussy getting wet. Every couple of minutes both of the guys turned around to look at me, to see my reaction. Robert made a comment that his back was hurting, and then slid up next to me. Eddie, followed, and sat on my other side. I felt the big swig of vodka I had taken. My head was swooning. I leaned my head back on the headboard and closed my eyes. Damn I was fucked up. I think I must have passed out again. When I opened my eyes, I saw on the TV there was a girl tied up ... her tits were wrapped in ropes, and her hands were tied above her. There were men taking turns spanking her. I felt myself get wet again. Just then I noticed that Eddy's hand was on my leg. I just sat there and stared at it for a minute... I felt his warm hand on my leg. It was on my bare thigh, under my garter strap. He moved it slightly up my leg... I jumped. Robert asked me if I liked what I saw. Before I knew what I was saying I uttered, "yes." He smiled, and put his hand on my other leg, identical to where Eddy's was ... which had now moved up maybe an inch from my pussy. I wondered if they could feel how wet I was. I wanted them to move their hands... I was starting to get worried. Eddie slid his hand up my thigh and tugged at my panties. I told him that I thought he should stop, and maybe they should give me a ride home now... Robert said, no, not yet ... he was not okay to drive. Eddie's hands were still rubbing my pussy through my panties, and I knew he could feel how wet I was. Robert slid his hand under my panties and touched my pussy. As his fingers touched me, I felt myself quiver. Robert looked up at Eddie, and said, "This bitch is a fucking slut!" and with that, he ripped down my panties, and the straps from my garter belt snapped up... "Look at that fucking shaved pussy...!" He looked at me, and said, " You fucking little whore, how dare you fucking tease me all night" Eddies hand was now rubbing my clit, and I was so wet. My nipples were so hard, and very clearly showing through my slip. I was scared though, and I tried to push Eddy's hand away. At that moment, Robert slapped me straight across the face, and said, "Look you little bitch, you're going to let us do what the fuck we want." Eddie's hand slid back to my pussy, and Robert pulled a knife out of his pocket. Fear swept over my body. "What the fuck are you going to do with that?" I asked Robert. "Whatever the fuck I want!" he yelled. He knelt over me; Eddie slid a finger into my pussy... I let out a moan. Eddie said, "You're such a fucking whore" I said, "No, please don't do this ... please ... just leave me alone..." This time it was Eddie who backhanded me. "Shut the funk up cunt!" Robert pulled my legs and I slid down so I was lying on the bed. My lip was bleeding. Robert sat on my stomach, and used his knife to cut the straps of my slip. I was trying to push him off of me. It was no use. He was too heavy, and I was not strong enough. Robert said to Eddie, " Get the fucking camera, were gonna tape this slut ... we'll make her famous." Eddie laughed and walked to the other side of the room. Robert continued cutting my clothes ... first my slip, then my bra. He smiled at me. I quietly told him, "please, no..." He said, "What? Are you trying to tell ME what the fuck to do...? You're the fucking bitch, and you are going to do what I fucking say!" I then heard Eddie attaching their camera to a tripod on the other side of the room. He walked back over to the bed and said, "Okay, lets make this bitch a fucking star." Robert was now cutting off my panties, which were around my knees, and Eddie had grabbed my wrists with one hand, and was squeezing one of my tits with the other. I was completely naked except for my stockings and garter belt. I looked up at Eddie, and asked, "Why, me?" "Cause you want it," he said. "I felt how fucking wet you were ... watching fucking porn with us ... you want it ... you know you do." I shook my head no, and he plunged his hand into my pussy... Robert had gotten up and was messing with something under the bed. He set something beside me, and grabbed my throat. He moved close to my face, about an inch away, and looked straight into my eyes. "Tell me how much you want to fuck me." "NO!" I said ... his grasp tightened around my throat. "Tell me!" Quietly I whimpered... " I want you" "WHAT?" he said, a bit louder I said, "I want you to fuck me." "That's right you fucking cunt." He took my wrists from Eddie, and began to tie them with the rope he had set bedside me. "What are you doing?" I asked. He slapped me again, and at the same time Eddie slid another finger into my pussy. "Did I tell you to speak?" asked Robert. He continued to tie my wrists. When they were tied together, he took the end of the rope and dragged me off the bed. My legs were still weak from the alcohol. Robert wrapped the end of the rope around a bar that ran the length of the room. He pulled the rope tightly, and my arms were now stretched above my head. I turned to look at Eddie, and saw him pick up a large whip from under the bed. "Oh no" I started to beg ... "Please no, please ... don't hurt me, I'll do what you want, I'll do what you say, just please don't hurt me." They didn't say a word, just let out an evil laugh. The first sting of the whip was the worst. It barely touched my right breast, but I could feel it throughout my entire body. They took turns whipping me, Eddie whipping the front of my body, while Robert whipped my back. It hurt so much. I was helpless. I was screaming, but they didn't seem to care. Eddie untied the rope from the bar, and my arms fell in front of me... my wrists still tied together he pulled me over to the bed and tied the rope to the headboard I was on my knees, facing the wall, and Robert moved up behind me. I felt his bare hands on my ass. My wetness was apparent. The insides of my thighs were soaked with my juices. He slapped my ass... From the corner of my eye, I could see that Robert had undressed, and was now standing beside the bed. His cock was huge, and I could see that it was fully erect. Eddie slapped my ass again… I screamed, and Robert shoved a ball into my mouth, and strapped it around my head. "Now we won't have to hear you bitching anymore you fucking slut," said Robert. Eddie moved off the bed, and started to undress. Robert climbed up behind me and pressed his dick against my pussy. "Now I'm going to give you what your whore ass has been waiting for." He shoved his cock in me, and started pumping. It felt like he would split me open. My pussy was screaming. With each stroke I felt wetter. He slammed into me relentlessly. I tried to scream, but only let out a muffled squeak. Robert laughed. From behind me, I heard Eddie say, "What about this?" He handed something to Robert, and I felt a slight pressure on my asshole. I struggled to get away. "I'm sure you are used to things being in your ass you whore. Now you're gonna have this butt plug in you whether you like it or not. Don't fight me, you will not get away." And with that he pushed it into my ass. It felt so large. My asshole burned with the pain. I came immediately. The cum ran down my leg. "I knew you would love it, you fucking bitch," said Robert. He fucked me harder. My pussy and ass were full. I came again. Robert pulled his dick out of me, and I felt his hot cum squirt all over my ass, and run down my thigh. Robert got up and said he was going to the bathroom. I thought I could rest. I thought it might be over. Eddie got on the bed and turned me on my back. " I want you to sit on that butt plug. I want you to love it," he said. It felt like it went even further into my ass. He pushed his cock into my pussy. I shook my head no. He slapped my face. "Don't cry you horny fucking bitch!" He fucked me hard, it seemed like forever. My pussy was hurting from all the abuse. My thighs were red from the slapping of his legs against mine. He pulled out of me, and shot his load in my face. I could feel the come covering my mouth and cheeks. He got up and grabbed a rope. Tied my ankles together, and tied them to the bottom of the bed. Eddie then walked over to his video camera, and popped out the tape. He put it in the VCR in front of me, and hit rewind. While the tape was rewinding he said, "I am going to leave for awhile. When this tape is over, it will automatically rewind and play again." With that, he pushed play, and walked out of the room. I laid there. My wrists tied above my head to the headboard. My ankles tied to the bottom of the bed, and a butt plug still shoved up my ass. Cum was covering my face, and I was watching a video of my own rape. I must have fallen asleep at sometime, and I awoke to voices coming in the room. It was Robert and Eddie, they were back. They stood there for a moment and stared at me. I was humiliated. I ached from being tied this way all night. They walked over towards me, and asked if I was hungry. I said, "yes." Eddie said, "If you want some food you have to suck our dicks." After all this, they wanted me to give them head for food? I reluctantly shook my head yes. Robert started to untie me. My arm and legs were stiff. My mouth and cheeks hurt from the ball gag that had been there all night. After untying me, they both sat on the side of the bed and Robert said, "Get on your knees!" I said, "What about this," and motioned to the butt plug that was still firmly planted in my ass. "That stays for now," replied Eddie. I got down on my knees in front of them. Dried cum on my face from the night before. With one cock in each hand, I put Eddy's dick in my mouth and started sucking. I licked and sucked, and then switched over to Robert. He was rougher, and grabbed the back of my head shoving his cock down my throat. Back and forth I went between the two of them. Sucking their dicks, licking their balls. They came all over my face and tits. Then Robert told me to turn around, and he pulled the butt plug from my ass. OUCH! But after the pain there was relief that my ass was now empty. Eddie set in front of me a sandwich, and told me to eat quickly. I did as he said. While I was eating, they explained to me that my will would no longer be my own. Why? Simply because they said so. If I did not do as they said, whenever they said, or if I tried to resist them, or get away, I would be punished. I finished eating and Eddie told me to get up and follow him. He walked in the bathroom and turned on the shower. "Get in," he ordered. I pulled off what was left of my stockings and got in the shower. "Clean yourself," he said. He sat down on the toilet and watched. It felt good to wash myself and be clean... When I moved my hand down to wash my pussy, Eddie told me to finger myself. I sat down in the shower, and started masturbating. I quickly came, the water on my body felt so good. When I was clean, he told me to get out of the shower, and he handed me a towel. I dried myself, and asked him, "Can I have some clothes?" He laughed. "You don't deserve any clothes you fucking slut!" He grabbed the towel from me, and told me to go lay on the bed. I laid there, and waited. Robert walked over to the bed and laid next to me. He was naked. He told me to get up on top of him, and ride his dick. I just laid there. My pussy already hurt so much!!! He grabbed my hair, and slapped my ass. "Get on my dick now," he said. I got up on top of him, and slid his dick in my pussy. "Now ride," he said. I slowly started riding his dick... he grabbed my dick and moved me faster. I kept up this pace, and he grabbed my tits, and squeezed. Eddie walked into the room, and got on the bed. He moved up behind me and pressed his dick to my still sore asshole. I stopped fucking Robert and said, "Wait, stop... please... no" He slapped my ass and pulled a pair of clamps from a drawer beside the bed. "When will you learn," he said and attached the clamps to my nipples. I screamed. The pain was like a burning. Robert told me to keep fucking him, and I did. Then, Eddie pushed his cock into my ass. It hurt, and I moaned. I couldn't stop moaning. My body shuddered as the slammed their cocks in and out of my pussy and ass. Eddie kept spanking me, and Roberts's hands were firmly squeezing my burning tits. Two dicks... tearing me apart. It seemed like forever that they fucked me that way... When Eddie was about to cum, he pulled his dick out of my mouth and told me to swallow his cum... I opened my mouth to say no, he pushed his dick in and came. I swallowed his warm cum. Robert did the same. Pulled his cock out of my pussy and made me swallow his load. I slumped over, defiled. I wondered what more they could do to me... I wondered when would it end. Trouble They both stood over me and laughed… "Look at this fucking slut… all abused… you got what you wanted, are you satisfied now, or do you want more?" I did not reply. I wondered what time it was. I wondered how long I had been there. They pulled me up on the bed and tied me to the bar that stretched across the room once more. I started to beg, "Please don't hurt me anymore, I will do whatever you say. Just don't hit me any more, please! PLEASE!" They both laughed. "Beg all you want bitch, it turns me on, said Eddie. I struggled to see if my hands could slip free from the ropes… They both just looked at me and smiled. They started tying ropes around my body... my arms holding them together, my breasts were bound together tightly, making them seem larger than life... they tied my ankles apart attached to 2 small posts sticking out from the floor (I had not noticed these before) Robert pulled out a big blue vibrating dildo and approached me... "We have to take off for awhile, this will keep you company." With that he shoved the dildo into my pussy. Eddie then came up behind me and pushed the butt plug into my ass once again. They tied ropes around my pussy securing the toys in place... then Robert refastened the clamps to my nipples. I was writhing in pleasure and pain. The vibrations from the dildo in my pussy made me cum instantly. As they were walking out of the room, Eddie said, "We may have a friend with us when we come back, so be sure you look your best!" And they laughed as they walked out of the room. They left me there...spread eagle, bound, clamps on my nipples, the vibrator buzzing in my pussy, and that damn butt plug... it seemed like HOURS.... I came numerable times... I lost count after 6... My head was spinning... My body was numb. My thighs were coated with my own cum. I heard a noise coming from the other room. Eddie slammed the door open and shouted, "Honey, were home! How was your day? Did you do anything interesting?" He laughed. "We have a surprise for you," he said. "Something a little slut like you will probably enjoy." He walked over to the door of the room and yelled down the hallway, "Do you want me to leave this bitch tied up, or what? What about the dildo & butt plug?" I heard a strange voice answer back, "Leave her tied up, but take those toys out." This voice was odd, and I thought it sounded like a woman. All I knew, was at least I was getting a little relief. Eddie pulled the toys out of me, and I felt so weak... standing there completely naked wrists above my head, legs spread and tied apart. Eddie went and sat on the bed. Robert came in, and took a seat on the bed also. They just sat there, staring at me. I thought this was odd. But then I remembered the other voice. I looked over towards the door, and standing there was indeed a woman. She was wearing black latex pants, a corset, and huge boots with spiky heels. I noticed that the latex seemed so shiny. Robert pulled out a tape and slipped it into the camera that was still mounted on the tripod, and then retook his seat. The woman walked over to me, and looked me up and down. She walked around to the back of me, and gave my ass a light pat. The woman looked over at the guys and said, "I see you have been having some fun with this whore." They laughed and smiled. "I have been brought here to train you," the woman said to me. "When I ask you to speak, you call me mistress. Do you understand?" She looked into my eyes. I said, "Yes." She slapped my face. "Yes what?" she screamed. "Yes, mistress I responded." She smiled and said, "good slave." She continued, "Now, we are going to go over some rules... do you understand?" "Yes mistress" "Good! You learn quickly! Okay... first, do not speak unless you are spoken to. If you do, you will be punished. Next, if you resist, you will be punished. If you try to get away, or escape, you will be punished. When you are told to do something, if you do not do it quickly enough, you will be punished. Do you understand all these rules?" "Yes Mistress," I replied. "Please tell me when this will all end?" I pleaded. The woman looked at me calmly and said, "Now we will begin your punishment." "But, what....? Why...?" I screamed. "Shut your fucking mouth slave," she yelled. She walked across the room and looked into a bag. From her bag she pulled out handcuffs, and walked back over towards me. She stood in front of me, and slid off her latex pants. Underneath she was wearing nothing. She reached up and untied my wrists from the bar... she freed my wrists from the ropes. My arms burned from them being tied above my head all day. She slapped the handcuffs on my wrists, and they were now bound behind my back... she untied my feet and told me to get on my knees. I quickly did what she said, hoping that she would be nice to me. "Pleasure me," she said. I looked up at her and she slapped me. "Lick my fucking pussy NOW bitch!" I slid my tongue up along her clit and started lapping at her juices. I slid my tongue in to her pussy, and she grabbed my head and pressed my face into her pussy. My face was soaked with her juices. I licked and sucked at her pussy. When she came she wiped her pussy all over my face and told me to clean it... I obediently followed her command. I was wet from licking her pussy, my nipples were hard too, and everybody could see that. She pulled me up off my knees and through me face down over the side of a table that was in the corner of the room. "Stay there, Don't move," she barked. She walked over to her bag and this time pulled out a huge strap on. This had to be the biggest fake dick I've ever seen. She walked back over to me, and told me to spread my legs farther apart... She grabbed my hips, and shoved that huge fake dick completely into my pussy. "Oops," she said, "Wrong hole!" She pulled it out of my pussy and slammed it into my asshole. I screamed loud, she laughed. "Beg me to fuck your ass whore," she said. So I did. "Please fuck me Mistress, fuck my ass hard, make me hurt, rip it open! Please fuck me hard, please!" She was slamming that dick in my ass so hard I thought it was going to come out my throat. I was screaming, I couldn't stand the pain, and my pussy was sopping wet. My ass was red from her slapping. They guys were grinning wide from there positions on the bed. She through me down on the bed, and said to Robert and Eddie, "I think my job here is done. This little slut should not be a problem anymore." She removed her handcuffs, grabbed her bag, and walked out he door. Eddie and Robert looked at me and smiled. They both had raging hard cocks. Eddie said to me, "If you're not a good little slave we will have to call her back." With that I passed out from exhaustion... Wondering when my captors would free me. Wondering if my new Master would ever let me go. Trouble ***Please do not post this story at any other site without the author's permission.*** Tails of a Headhunter Ch. 02: Trouble She knew from the moment she laid eyed on him that he was going to be trouble. Standing just slightly taller than she, he was about the sexiest thing she had seen in a while. His smile, sexy, with a hint of mischievousness in it. Eyes that laughed when he did. She knew he was trouble, but he was the kind of trouble she was looking for. She knew there was an attraction on both sides, and she took full advantage of it. Every chance she got, she threw him hints that she wanted him sexually. The day he told her he wanted to see her tits was the day she went after him seriously. Oh yeah, he'd see them and more as far as she was concerned. All she had to do was wait for the right moment. When it came, she told him, "It's now or never!" He followed. They met at a deserted park, late at night. He told her he couldn't fuck her, but she knew he would… They stood kissing, passions running wild. Hands touching each other's bodies. Exploring each other. Both knowing it was forbidden; neither able to stop. "We shouldn't be doing this," he panted in her ear. "I know," she gasped, hands sliding lower on him. She caressed his rock, hard cock through his jeans. He groaned softly in her ear, dropping his head to kiss her neck. She unzipped his jeans, reaching in to pull out his cock. She turned him so that his back was to the waist high cement table. "Lay back," she murmured in his ear. He sat down and lay back. She grabbed his jeans and slid them down over his hips. Stepping around the table, she was once again at his head. She began kissing his lips, tongue probing, touching his. Her hand dropping to his cock, caressing, keeping him hard until she could work her way down… She lifted his shirt and touched her lips to his nipple. She ran her tongue over it once or twice, then gently sucked it into her mouth. Her tongue was like a torch to him, burning everywhere it touched. His nipple, down the center of his chest, his belly. The whole time, teasing him with strokes from her hand around his cock. He lay with his eyes closed, fingers laced behind his head. He was enjoying this. He let her do her thing. Her hand still stroking him, her lips kissed the head of his cock. She moved her hand further down as her mouth took him greedily. She pulled at him, sucking, trying to take all of him. She stopped, her hand slipping down to cup his balls. She dropped her face down into his crotch and sucked first one and then the other of his balls into her mouth, as groans of pleasure issued from him. Smiling, she raised her head and took him in her mouth again. Slowly working up and down, she almost brought him to a climax, but she stopped before he came. Raising her head to look up at him, she asked, "Will you give me what I want?" " Yes!" he panted. "Please finish it!" She bent and took him in her mouth again. He was throbbing, needing to release. Slowly, she took him, opening her throat for all of him. He was buried in her, her lips at the base of his cock. Sliding back up, she tightened her lips around his cock, pulling slightly on him. She quickened her pace until he was panting. Suddenly, he arched and let go. His release was strong and hot. She stayed until she had the last drop from him. He lay spent on the cement table. She was kissing him, his stomach, his chest, neck. "My God! Where did you learn to do that?" he asked She just smiled up at him. She had dropped her hand to his thigh and was sliding it up. She had him in her hand again. He was soft, but it wouldn't take her long. He would be ready to go again. He sat up, then slid off the table and took her in his arms. He kissed her, thanking her silently for what she had done for him. He let his hands slide down over her body and undid her jeans. He slid them down over her hips. Pushing her back to the table, he told her, "Lie back!" He ran his hand up her thigh between her legs, caressing the dark mat of her snatch. Laying his hand flat, he slid his finger into the gap between her pussy lips. She responded with a moan, arching her hips, trying to guide him into her darkest spot. He slid his finger back and forth over her clit, feeling her arch toward him, wanting, needing more. Finally, he slid his finger into her. Hearing her whimper, he asked her, "Yeah…that's where you want it, isn't it?" "Yessss…" she hissed, just as she came. He slid his finger in and out a few more times, then pulled out. "What do you want?" he asked. "I need you to fuck me!" she whispered, hoarse with passion. He stepped into her, already hardening. He lay his cock in the softness of her cunt. She reached down to touch him, feeling his cock jump in anticipation. She took the head and guided it between her legs, rubbing it along her clit, into her wetness. He pushed into her, wanting inside, but she wouldn't let him just yet. Finally, when she could stand it no longer, she guided him into her. She was hot, wet and tight. She gave a small yelp as he pushed himself into her. She was silken inside to him. He rocked gently, moving slowly in and out of her. He said he wasn't going to do this, but now that he found himself inside of her, he couldn't stop. He slid in and out smoothly, hearing small cries of pleasure from her. As she began to meet him, stroke for stroke, he began to thrust harder. Soon, he was slamming into her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, trying to hold him in her. Suddenly, he stopped. "Hold still!" he told her. She did. He laced his fingers through her fingers and took her hands over her head. Holding her hands down, he began again, driving deep into her. "Ride me, baby!" she cried out, every nerve ending in her body tingling. Just before she came, he pulled out of her. "Come here!" he said, urgently. She slid off the table and stood before him. He grabbed her roughly and spun her around, facing away from him. "Lean over!" he told her. She leaned over the table as she felt him guide himself back into her. He was gentle at first, but soon began to pick up his pace. She emitted small grunts at first. As he got rougher, pushing deeper, she began clawing at the cement. Soon, he was hitting it so hard that she was almost coming up off the ground with each thrust. With his hands on her hips, he thrust one last time, burying himself in her. Both of them cried out together as their climaxes became one. She lay face down on the table, with his body draped over her. They lay this way until he went completely soft. It wasn't until then that he finally pulled out of her. Exhaling loudly, he told her, "I didn't want to do that, but I knew how badly you needed it." "Yeah, I did…thanks," she told him softly. She reached to pull him closer. She kissed him long and hard. When they released one another, they began putting on their clothes. They walked, arms encircling one another to their cars. When they reached her car, he kissed her again, telling her it couldn't ever happen again… October 12, 1998 Please send comments to the link below. Trouble When I was younger I lived a quite outlandish life. I partied, I travelled, I entertained. I spent lots of money that I didn't have. My plastic friends were great – I just didn't give it another thought. When my cards were full, I borrowed money from people I shouldn't have. At the end of the spending came the truth. I was over £20,000 in debt, to a variety of credit card companies, and latterly the loan sharks who inhabit the low life of London. They came asking for their money. When I couldn't pay, they started threatening me. Violence, on my property and my self. I didn't believe them until a couple of heavies came to my flat, burst in and trashed every item in my flat. They didn't touch me....that was for next time. I tried running. I went to stay with one of the true friends I had. One who hadn't deserted me as soon as the money ran out. But they knew. They had ways of finding out. I returned one evening to my friends after a day's job hunting to find my friend beaten up. She was lying on the bathroom, her face was bleeding profusely from punches and kicks, her arm had been broken, as well as a couple of her ribs. The hospital doctors said it was one of the worst beatings they had ever seen. I felt terrible. I had brought this on my friend. As soon as she was confirmed as OK I returned to my flat. I was being watched, for as soon as I had arrived, the heavies were back. I wished I were dead. I thought that I probably would be when they had finished with me. I pleaded with them. But there was something about their manner which confused me. They were asking questions. Not beating the shit out of me. What was going on? After ten minutes of details of my personal life, if I had a boyfriend, what I liked in bed, if I had ever been photographed naked, having sex..... they looked at each other, considering something. This was it.....pain, hurt....death? But instead, they told me to get a coat and escorted me from the flat. We walked for ten minutes, then round into a cul de sac where I was bundled into a waiting car. One of the brutes drove – the other came in the back with me. He told me to put my head down on his lap. A dark blanket covered my head. We drove for 45 minutes. Stop. Go. Through the streets of London, through the rush hour madness. I wasn't sure where we were when we finally stopped. East London would have been my guess. We walked into a building which looked like a warehouse. I was taken up a flight of stairs and pushed roughly into a dark room. The door was closed behind me and locked. There was minimal light from a small window high above my head. The room contained nothing. No furniture, shelving, nothing. I sat on the floor. I still had the blanket. I wrapped it around my shoulders and put my head into my hands and cried myself to sleep. I awoke with some sunlight coming though the window. I could hear no sounds from the building. I needed to pee, so I pulled down my panties and squatted in the corner. I wiped myself with some tissues I had in my coat pocket and pulled up my pants. My waiting continued for what seemed hours. I was starting to think that they weren't coming back when I heard noises. My door was unlocked and the two hoods came crawling in the room, big smiles on their faces. "You're going to see Mr Christos. You better be on your best behaviour." A warning of sorts! But what the hell did it mean? We made our way through narrow corridors and past a windowed room. Empty apart from a large cheap table in the middle. Two chairs stood at the table facing each other. One chair contained a man, looking impatient, with dark short hair, wearing a long, expensive looking coat and a well tailored suit. He looked about 55, perhaps 60. He had the unmistakable look of a Mediterranean. His voice confirmed his Greek origins as he spoke his first words, which were addressed to the two monkeys. "Strip her!" There was a delay as the command sunk in. "Quick" he shouted and the two moved to me and quickly and efficiently stripped me naked, leaving my clothes on the floor. I didn't help, but I also didn't resist. I was too afraid. I stood, arms by my side as the old man looked at my body. "Turn around" he said, more gently this time. He inspected me as if looking over a second hand car. He gave nothing away as he looked. "Put your foot up on the table" I hesitated, but he nodded to me, a warning not to resist. I was now standing with my legs far apart. He sat and looked from my foot up my legs and to my crotch. He seemed happy with the state of my pussy – neatly trimmed like a V shaped Brazilian. After he finished his inspection, he told me to sit. I faced him, now starting to feel cold. He looked at me. My stomach turned. Minutes passed. Finally, he broke the silence. "Miss Hills. I understand that you owe the gentleman who employs these two .....men a great deal of money. And that you are unable to repay these debts." He spoke slowly and very deliberately. I nodded. "I have a problem which you may be able to assist with and for which I would be willing to write off your liability. Would that be of interest to you?" Again I nodded. "Good" he replied. He continued. "I am about to start the filming of my latest film. Unfortunately, one of my leading ladies has met with a quite unfortunate accident and I require someone with certain talents." "I've never acted before" I meekly answered. He smiled. "The roles for which I need you require little in the way of acting ability. A young, attractive, sexually active woman in her 20s should have all of the experience that I need. My friends here tell me you are sexually experimental and should have little problems with the role." My fears were answered. A porno film. But the promise of having my debts cancelled was also too appealing. "What would I have to do?" He smiled again. A tolerant, friendly smile. "My dear, the role will require nothing you haven't tried with your numerous boyfriends." A pause. "Or girlfriends," he added, smiling again. "The film is about a Victorian family, about lust, about the love of two sisters and family love. You will have sex with men and women and you will enjoy it. You will do exactly as you are told. " "Yes" I answered. Suddenly he rose and spoke to the heavies. "Bring her to the Annex. Tonight. I want wardrobe to get working as soon as possible. After that, bring her to me." He quickly left the room without a backward glance and the two heavies took the opportunity to maul my naked body, as I tried to dress. They returned to the storeroom and one of the guys followed me into the room. He told his colleague to fetch some food and I was alone with this gorilla. My fear was rape. I wasn't naïve enough to think that the sight of my naked body wouldn't have some effect on this gorilla. But he wanted to humiliate me. He called me a slut, a whore and a porno bitch who had to sell her ass to the whole world to pay her debts. It wasn't nice, but it was better than a beating or being raped by "Guy". His continued taunts were ended with the return of Gorilla II with some bananas. Well, sandwiches to be precise. I was famished and ate my share with gusto. They laughed at me and the taunts about me eating more than bread and cheese began. After lunch, I asked to go and get some stuff. Toiletries, clothes. They agreed and we set off, again with the blanket. I grabbed what I could with the two goons keeping close attention. They said little whilst together – more once the other was out of earshot, as if afraid about reports of their behaviour would get back to the "boss", whoever he was. My questions about the film, where the "Annex" was or anything else were met with silence or "You'll find out soon enough." We drove off and again I was hidden from view. We drove for a couple of hours and it was dusk as I was pulled from the powerful car. Wherever it was, the building was large, and barn like. In fact, it was the remains of a large farm yard and had been converted to a film studio. I was taken to a small residential block, with about 20 basic bedrooms and a single shower and toilet room. The place was empty – I dropped off the meagre supplies on the one double bed in my allocated room and joined the heavies. We walked in the gathering dark to another building, somewhat less basic, but hardly in the five star hotel category. I was escorted into a large hall, filled with tables and I took a seat as a stew was served to me. I ate hungrily – the stew was good. Lamb and vegetables made for a tasty, filling meal. Four guys and a blonde girl entered and sat near my table. We acknowledged each others presence and nothing else. I learnt later that these were technicians. A further group, looking somewhat more "industrial" joined us – from the snatches of conversation I heard they seemed to be responsible for deigning and building the set. After my meal I was taken to yet another building – this time well appointed and very opulent. I sat on a massive red leather sofa and waited. My "keepers" left and within five minutes I was joined by Christos, this time looking less stressed than at the morning session. "Hello my dear" he said. "how are you?" I shrugged my shoulders and was alarmed when he told me to follow him. We went upstairs and I was shown into a large bedroom dominated by a four poster bed. He spoke in a quiet, deliberate and faintly menacing way as he told me to strip. Once again, I removed all my clothes for him. He sat on the bed and told me to come to him. "Show me how good you are." He said. I sat next to him on the bed. He was old enough to be my grandfather. I placed a hand on his crotch, immediately feeling his erection. I slowly undid his trousers, and his boxers. When his cock was free, I slowly licked around his mushroom head, paying particular attention to his hole. I licked down his rod, tracing the heightened veins down to his hairy balls. I took both of them in my mouth, one at a time, sucking and licking on them like sweets. Back to his cock I went, this time taking him into my mouth. Just the head to start with, then I opened my mouth wide and slowly let him fill my mouth, deeper and deeper. I stopped when my mouth was full, and looked at his tortured face. When he looked at me I forced his cock down my throat, all in one violent motion. I started to bob my head down faster, enjoying the feeling of his meat deep inside my mouth and throat. I cupped his balls in my hand, manipulating them as I continued to suck his cock. He didn't last long before he shot a load of cum at the back of throat. It was a shock and I released him from between my lips. He shot another load over my face, He seemed to enjoy his orgasm as he moaned in delight as he covered my face with his thick creamy emissions. "You are good!" he moaned. "You will do well in my film" He stood and replaced his cock in his trousers. "Come with me" he said. I followed him into the next room, darkened. He opened another door and we walked into a games room dominated by a billiards table at which two guys were playing, watched by three elegant women seated on two leather sofas. He introduced me as his new film star to his two sons, their wives and his own wife. I was extremely self-conscious – I was naked, and my face was covered with her husband's sperm. If it affected me, it seemed to have little effect oh them. His wife rose and thanked me for the pleasure I had given her husband. She took out a handkerchief and wiped away the sperm from my face. Christos brought drinks for everyone from a cabinet. I was handed a large balloon glass of brandy. The two sons barely gave me a second look and continued their game. Christos chatted to the three women about his film, and I gleaned a little of the plot. I was barely spoken too and was getting cold without clothes. Christos seemed to notice and asked his sons to accompany back to my room. The guys reluctantly put down their cues and took me back to my room. I noticed that several of the other rooms were now occupied. Including mine. I girl, older than I, sat on my bed. She seemed totally unfazed by my arrival and continued a conversation on her mobile. After a minute or two, she said her goodbyes (to her boyfriend, I assumed) and smiled at me. "Hi, I'm Mandy" I told her my name and asked if this was her room. "Ours" she corrected me. Due to the large number of people on the set, we would need to "bunk up" as she put it. I put on a gown that was hanging from the back of the door and we learnt a little about each other. She was a veteran of porno films and had done a number of low budget films for Christos. She had been hired through one of the agencies she was a member of. She said she expected to be here a week. It was well past 10 and I thought a shower would be a good idea. Mandy thought so too and we made our way down the block to the communal shower room. The water was refreshing and we were alone. As she showered I took a furtive look at Mandy – she had a quite gorgeous body with short black hair. I was ashamed to say I took quite an interest in her pussy, which was completely shaven with lovely pink lips. She asked me to rub her back and as I started to soap her, two guys entered the shower completely naked. I was taken aback, not so much by their arrival as by their cocks, which swung down well towards their knees. "My God!", I thought. "What wedding tackle" They obviously knew Mandy as they let out a cry of "Fuck, its Randy!" Mandy turned and as she saw them she cracked a big smile and rushed over to them. There were very close hugs and kisses for both of them. I continued to wash myself as they caught up with all of their news. I grabbed for my towel and started to leave when they suddenly remembered me and Mandy supplied all of the introductions. I left Mandy, Steve and James to it and returned to our room. Feeling much refreshed I put on my tshirt I had brought to sleep in and climbed wearily into bed. Sleep was obviously not on the agenda as the threesome returned after another ten minutes. The guys had been back to their room and had brought some wine and we all had a glass of cheap Merlot. The atmosphere was good and Steve and Mandy seemed to get on very well – flirtation turned to more overt sexual behaviour and it didn't surprise me when the two of them suddenly disappeared at around midnight. James had been talking more and more to me as the other two became more entangled in each other. He was very cute, mid twenties, short brown hair, well spoken and very funny, if a little shy. He explained he was sharing a room with Steve but felt he might be interrupting something if he went back. We both laughed. He offered to try to find another room to stay in, but I put my hand on his and said "Stay here please". We kissed, softly at first, then more deeply and passionately. He was only dressed in a gown and as we fell to the bed I pulled at his cord to expose his body and that awesome cock. He was on his back and I was on top of him, my hands exploring between his thighs. His cock was stiff, long and wide. God, I wanted it inside me. But first, I wanted a closer look so I made my way down his torso, kissing and touching his skin as I went. His cock was standing up firm, almost to his navel. I marvelled at the beauty of it. I planted kisses down the length of his shaft loving the way it reacted to the touch of my lips and tongue. I took him into my mouth and started to suck him slowly. He pulled me round so that my legs straddled his face and he began to lick my labia. The classic 69 is a position I love and his tongue was expertly bringing me crashing to an intense and satisfying orgasm. I was taking perhaps two thirds of his cock down my throat, more as my orgasm started to build. I came with my clit being suckled deep into his mouth and his tongue flicking the tip of my hard bud. His fingers were buried deep inside my vagina, knuckles rubbing hard against my g-spot. My orgasm lasted ages and my moans got louder and louder. I was suddenly aware of another presence and saw Mandy join me at the business end and start to suck his balls into her mouth. James started to moan and as Mandy and I swapped, she amazed me by taking the whole of his cock deep down her throat. A second cock came into my view as Steve shoved his wet, slick meat towards my throat. I took him deep into my mouth and sucked him. Mandy and I swapped a couple of times before James unleashed a stream of hot jism from his cock. It sprayed over Mandy face and my breasts. As the hot cum hit my face Steve went behind me and buried his cock deep into my pussy from behind. James extricated himself and went to work on Mandy, first with his expert tongue then wih her legs high in the air, he started to fuck her. I watched in awe as his cock penetrated her and couldn't believe how her vagina took his full length. I was about to find out as the guys swapped and James positioned himself at my bum and slid his cock into my waiting cunt. He penetrated me slowly and his entrance seemed to take forever. When he was fully in, I could feel the pressure of his cock head on my cervix. When he started to thrust with some speed and passion, I felt as if I was being punctured. The pain was also accompanied by the pleasure of my cunt being stretched as he sawed into me. My clit was on fire and I came again and again as he rammed me again and again. Suddenly, I felt his climax inside of me, and I came again, fiercely. He withdrew and I watched his cock slick with love juices. I wanted to taste but Mandy was too quick for me. She licked him with relish, tasting the exquisite mixture. I sought out Steve, but his cock had been licked clean by the voracious appetite of Mandy. I lay down exhausted and Steve and I kissed what I thought would be a goodnight kiss. Mandy had other ideas. As Steve and I kissed she put her head between my legs and started to lick at my lips and clit. My clit was so sensitive I could hardly take much of her tongue, and she lapped deep inside my vagina tasting the cum that James had so generously donated. The guys turned Mandy around and they watched as we performed a 69 for them. Mandy's pussy was incredible tasty with a heady mixture of salty cum and her own musky, rich aroma. We gave each other mini-orgasms as we continued to lap at each others cunts for 30 or 40 minutes. When finally Mandy collapsed onto the bed the guys applauded us for the performance. Their cocks had once again swelled, obviously turned on by our Sapphic display. We debated if we should let them fuck us again, or suck them off. The guys smiled at each other, kissed us both and went back to their room. We looked at each other and burst out laughing. It seems like the last action of the night would be between two consenting adults, behind closed doors. After a couple of minutes, we decided that that wasn't fair – they had enjoyed us make love to each other and we wanted to see them do the same. We crept to their room – both of us completely naked. When we burst into the room we were greeted by our two hunks lying flat on their backs being ridden by two young girls. We shrugged our shoulders and went back to bed. At two in the morning we cuddled close and slept arm in arm until the sounds of a new dawn filtered through to the room. We were asked to attend a meeting at 1, with lunch preceding it at 12. After a nice buffet of mixed salads, we took our places in a hall where the film director addressed us all. The guys joined us just before the start and explained that they had picked up the two admin girls before seeing us in the shower. They had arranged to see them later. They said we were better fucks so that kept us happy. The director told us we had limited time to shoot the picture and therefore fuck-ups were not allowed. He handed us over to a middle aged woman who looked like she should have been a head mistress. She talked through the story in a totally matter of fact way. Trouble "The film is about a Victorian family. Mother, Father and two sisters. Younger sister goes out with her boyfriend for a walk in the woods. He pressurises her to wank him off which she reluctantly does, first using her hands and then her mouth. He then rapes her, including forced sodomy. After her ordeal, she returns to the family house upset at her rape, where she is comforted by her sister, who tends to her bruised body. As she comforts her, they become close and have oral sex with each other. Their relationship develops and they regularly have sex together. The older sister has been having sex with an older man - a family friend. When the younger sister discovers them, she joins in and there is a frenetic sex scene on a deserted beach with them all. Later on, their mother discovers the two sisters having sex and she cannot help but masturbate as she spies on them. The sisters see her and they all join in together in a three-way lesbian session. The final act is when their father also discovers their secret. At first he is dismayed and punished them all, tying them up in the cellar and beating their naked bodies with a leather whip. However, he cannot go through with it and they end up in an orgiastic encounter in their dining room, with the large mahogany dining table being used." The story sounds quite fantastic, and there is a murmur of expectation around the room. She then hands out a shooting schedule – obviously each shot is not filmed in strict chronological order. Next she introduces the cast. First she introduces the two sisters, Emily and Mary. "Mary" she says "will be played by Mandy Davies". Mandy, next to me, is asked to stand up and she gets a round of applause. She is obviously well known to the cast and crew. The woman continued. "Her younger sister is to be played by a newcomer, Jacqui Hills. Please stand Jacqui" "Me!!". I am to play the younger sister who gets anally raped......I was too shocked to speak and had to be asked again to stand. Mandy pushed me up and I looked around the room at about 40 expectant people. After the introductions the main cast is called together. James is playing my boyfriend (who rapes me) and Steve is playing the family friend who is fucking my sister. Our "parents" are introduced. She is a woman of about 35, very full breasted and very good looking. He is an older guy, probably in his early 40s, with grey hair. We look at the schedule. Most of the outdoor scenes are being shot first (I guess to allow for poor weather). The first scene is being shot tomorrow morning, and is my rape scene. We are given what is a very limited script and told to learn as much as possible. Costumes will be ready at 7am. The rest of the day was taken up with costume fitting (I have about 15 changes of costume). Afterwards, James and I make ourselves scarce and learn our lines. There really isn't a great deal to learn and the director has said that they will use "cheat boards" with script written out so we can read if it gets difficult. The scene starts with the two of us in a crowd at a country weekend. He pulls me away and we head off into the woods for a walk. We are laughing and happy. As we get deeper into the wood, he suddenly pulls me to him and kisses me passionately. I am shocked. I think I am only supposed to be 18. He indicates his hunger for me, and asks if I will help him relieve his desires. I am unsure what he wants. He takes my hand and places it on the front of his trousers where an erection is clearly visible. I protest, but he pleads with me. Eventually I relent and extract his member and start to rub him. However, he is too dry and he forces me to my knees where I take him in my mouth. He face fucks me harshly and I cough and gag before he cums over my face. As soon as he has cum, he rips the clothes from me and forces me onto my back where he enters me and rapes me. Holding my legs high in the air, he then places his cock against my ass and in one single movement slips deep inside me. The scene ends with him cumming in my ass, making me lick his cock clean and him leaving me crying in the woods. James asked if I am ok with the scene and I nod, feebly. "What's the matter?" he asked. I looked at his eyes and explained that I was really afraid of his cock in my ass. I had tried anal before but not with someone as large as him. "Do you want to try?" he smiled. "I could help you get loose." He knew the place like the back of his hand, so we found a secluded place and armed with a tube of KY jelly, he lay me down on a large mattress (used to cushion jumps and falls). I raised my ass as he pulled down my pants and immediately started by licking the soft lips of my labia. He moved deftly onto my clitoris and I was immediately aroused. He told me he was going to give me an orgasm first before he worked on my ass. He was true to his word as I orgasmed quickly at the touch of his electric tongue. He raised my legs, exposing the brown ring of my anus. His tongue worked around my ass and then on the hole as he tried to open my ring. His tongue felt incredibly good and soon he had a finger inside me. He inserted his middle finger down to the bottom and worked the gap open. Two fingers then three followed with his tongue providing lubrication. It had only been ten minutes when he said I was ready. He quickly unbuckled his belt, opened his flies and smeared jelly around the tip of his penis and inside my ass, before he positioned the head of his cock against my ass. It slipped inside without a problem. He continued and forced his giant cock deep inside my bowels. I was in some pain, but also enjoyed the sensation of his meat deep inside me. He asked if I wanted to be fucked and I nodded. He reamed his cock inside me and within a few minutes I was starting to cum. He sensed my orgasm and he started to cum deep inside me. I slept with James again that night and we practiced my anal rape scene some more. By the end of the night, I was enjoying anal sex as much as I did other varieties. As my latest anal orgasm subsided we lay in each others arms and he suggested we do the same thing tomorrow morning and I wear a butt plug to keep my ass open. The first morning of filming and I was so nervous. James helped me with the butt plug and we took our places at seven. By 3 we had completed our work. I had been humiliated by James and I had loved every minute of it. The director was especially pleased and asked to see me after dinner. James had completed his entire filming and made his departure at around 6. I made sure he left with a nice memory of our first film as we spent two hours in bed. We confined ourselves to a great fuck and a final 69. We showered together and, despite being watched by a couple of the technicians, I gladly knelt and gave him a last blow job. The director had a large room in the main house, where the Christos family lived. I saw one of the two sons and he directed me to his room. I noticed a quite lascivious look on his face as I made my way to his room. The director was a timid looking man, in his early 30s, quite attractive with jet black hair. He reminded me of Alan Alda from MASH, but he was not dominant or confident. I must admit when he asked to see me I expected to be fucked. However, after pouring me a drink, he questioned me about why I was there and said some complimentary things about my acting. He said that I was very sexy, provocative and I should keep it up. At no point did it seem like I was there to provide some comfort for our esteemed director. However, his room was superb – in stark contrast to our own rooms, it enjoyed a four poster bed, an en-suite bathroom, and luxurious fittings. I started to talk about his room and how lucky he was. How our rooms were miserable and cold in comparison. Despite my obvious hints I didn't seem to be making any headway. Finally he turned to me and suggested it might be time for me to go. Go? I felt somewhat rejected and I asked him if I could stay the night in his room. He smiled and suggested that would be improper. I retorted that having no company could also be improper but I was bundled out of the room after making quite a fool of myself. I slowly dawdled down the stairs, when a voice called me. It was one of the sons – one I had seen earlier. I turned to look at him and he stepped closer, almost touching me. "I think he's gay" We both started laughing and he pulled me back upstairs to another room. We were in a small room, nothing like the size of the one occupied by our gay director. He pulled me close and we kissed as his hands roamed over my body, especially my tits. As our kisses intensified, his hands caressed my buttocks and then slipped up inside my top, and then my bra. For my sins, my hands also started to fondle the package which seemed to have grown in his trousers. Suddenly he was pulling me towards the bed. My top was pulled roughly up over my arms and then my skirt was opened and I lay, exposed in my underwear. He stood, kicked off his shoes and removed his belt, trousers and shirt. I unhooked my bra letting my firm breasts free. He stood in front of me and removed his socks and I put my hand inside his boxers. Not quite to the same scale as James, but he would do. I pulled down his boxers and watched his cock spring up. I held it and guided it to my mouth. He was much more manageable than James and I enjoyed sucking him deep into my mouth without the fear of gagging. He tried to pull out but I wanted him to cum inside my mouth. I continued sucking and squeezing his hairy balls with my hands. Suddenly, without warning he was cumming, a great big thick load hitting the back of my mouth, making me choke. He milked the last drops from his mouth and pushed me back on the bed, raised my legs and pulled down my panties. He lowered his legs and started to blow his hot breath all over my pussy. My sensitive labia reacted and I started to tingle. When his tongue hit my clit I was nearly on the verge of an orgasm. As I climaxed he started to rhythmically finger fuck me, bringing me to a peak time and time again. Now he rose and lifted my legs high in the air, over his shoulders. I needed a good fuck. But what was to come surprised me. Instead of entering my waiting vagina he placed his cock to my ass, and slowly penetrated my abused ass. It was pain and pleasure, I came and came and so did he, flooding my back passage with yet more of his semen. He dropped heavily on top of me, his cock still firmly embedded in my anus. We almost hit the ceiling when a voice from the gloom said "You lucky bastard. I saw the rushes of her being fucked today and she is hot!" It was his brother who had been watching us fuck since he heard the bed creaking next to his room. He made his way to the bed and his brother rose. "She's hot and she's all yours" he said as he collected his clothes and walked away. As he left the room he turned and said "Thanks babe, great fuck". I looked at his brother – I was completely naked and sweaty from my exertions. He looked down and dismissively told me to get dressed. I made my back to the annex where Mandy was worried about my disappearance. I recounted the events of the night and she giggled as I told her about my fuck with the Christos son and my encounter with his brother. The next day was the beach scene so we had an early start to a deserted Norfolk beach. Only Mandy, Steve and I were involved. It was quite cold, and difficult to film. I think because of the difficulties they decided to cut down the scene. They told us to be natural and enjoy ourselves. Essentially, we appeared on the beach down a stairway from a tall cliff. We lay out a blanket, opened some wine, and progressed from there. Soon we were giving him a double blow job and we enjoyed a variety of sex positions and experiences. After two hours of fucking and sucking, the director called it a day. We were not required on set for the next day, so Mandy and I showered together and made our way to the local shops. We spent a lovely girly day, including some window shopping, and finally made it back by 6. We were in trouble – wardrobe had been looking for us all day for our outfits for the morning. We got a good telling off from Quinton, the wardrobe "master". His telling off was like being savaged by a dead sheep and we laughed it off. The morning dawned and we spent an hour in make up and dressing before presenting ourselves for filming. It was to be Mandy and me, in our first lesbian encounter. I had made my way back from my rape, and was lying on my bed, tearful and upset, when discovered by Mandy. She cuddled me and comforted me, then started to wipe away my tears. As I recounted my ordeal she ran me a bath and helped my undress. She checked my body for bruises and signs of injury, paying particular attention to my crotch. As she wiped away the semen from my pussy, she started to make me aroused. Her fingers gently entered my pussy, and as she withdrew she put her fingers slowly to her mouth and tasted the semen. From the look on her face she seemed to take delight from the taste and I looked, entranced as she slowly lowered her face and started to lick me. As she lapped up the sperm, I began to cum, and she moved to my clit to finish off a massive, violent and very noisy orgasm. As she let the spasms subside we kissed and she whispered "Emily! Not so loud, you'll alert Mama. You do taste delicious, though " We smiled and kissed, and I started to explore my older sister's body, which I had seen and admired for so long. She was soon naked and I was soon kissing between her legs, making her cum like she had to me. We ended our bedroom session in a slow 69 which took over an hour to film from different angles. I don't think my pussy has ever been so indulged! The next scene was a final shot of the two of us in the bath, soaping each others breasts. I then kneel as my "sister" finger fucks me to yet another loud orgasm. We started filming at 10 – we finished at around 4. At the end, we got a round of applause from the gang. The following day, we would do much the same, this time with our "mother" who would be alerted by the noise of our lovemaking, slip quietly into our room and watch us indulge in sex play. As she does, she feels dampness between her legs, and cannot help lift her skirt and places her fingers inside her pants, and starts to gently rub her clit as she watches her two daughters enjoy themselves. We only hear her when she gasps as her own orgasm is close. I look up from my sisters wet cunt – the gleam of her vaginal juices clearly visible on my face. "Mama!" I cry. She turns as if to flee, but my sister is off the bed and prevents her escape. We all sit on the bed and she asks how long we have been doing this. We explain about the rape, and what happened next. Our mother seems to be in two minds - concerned at what we are doing, but delighted that we are such loving, supportive sisters. Mary turns to our mother and asks her "You seemed to be enjoying our love-making as well Mama" Our mother seemed to redden with embarrassment. "Don't be worried, mother" said Mary "You too can enjoy." Before I knew what was happening, Mary was kissing our mother and her hand was exploring inside her skirt. Before long, all three of us were naked and indulging in mutual love-making. I straddled my mother, laid flat on our bed, as her tongue explored my wet hungry cunt. Mary's head was buried between her legs, licking my mother's sweet cunt. We swapped places as we orgasmed time and time again. After a particularly hot lesbian scene, I was busting to go for a pee and went to the basic facilities within the studio. As I sat and released a stream of urine from my full, stretched bladder, I heard two of the technicians in the gents next door talking about the scene I had just appeared in. They certainly seemed to have enjoyed the sight as they indicated that they had watched most of the shoot with massive hard-ons and could do with getting off. I must have giggled at something they said, as it all went quiet in the next room. As I was pulling up my pants two pairs of eyes appeared in the loo, and the two guys were staring at my very juicy and raw pussy. "So you liked it, did you?" I said "Fucking awesome" said the taller of the guys – black, completely bald and very sexy. "Want some light relief, boys?" I responded. I was in the mood for a cock and these guys looked to be horny and ready for some action. The black guy walked forward, unzipping himself. I helped him with his lovely black dick which I took in my mouth with some relish. The other guy, after watching me gobble his mate's dick decided he was missing out and he exposed his own weapon. I sucked his cock in turn with the black guy. "come on" I said "one of you has to fuck me." I settled on the black guy. I now stood and put my hands on the white guys waist as I sucked on his cock. Opening my legs, the black guy positioned behind me and stroked his cock up and down my hot, horny cunt. As the ridge of his mushroom rubbed against my clit I started to get after-shocks of orgasms. Then without warning, he plugged me with his meat, and I felt him enter me deeply. I could feel his hairy ballsack on my ass as he started to slowly fuck me from behind. His mate was also enjoying himself, fucking my mouth with his cock, realising I could take it deep into my mouth and throat he started to thrust with some abandon. I came again quite suddenly and the contractions in my cunt obviously had their desired effect as my black stud started to ejaculate his semen deep into my waiting cunt. He grunted as he emptied his balls deep into my body. My mouth then got a deserved drink as his friend sent a stream of hot, salty cum to the back of my mouth. After two days of girl on girl action I was certainly ready for a couple of hot cocks. My break was up. I went back to the studio to find out that a few more shots were required – filler shots from different angles which would be cut into the main action to provide some variation. First they wanted me giving oral to my "mom". After five minutes, we were asked to swap and I lay down and opened my legs. As she went down on me I suddenly remembered my pussy wasn't as sweet as it was before the break. It didn't seem to matter as she ate me out with what looked like real pleasure. When it was Mandys turn to eat me, she tasted the remains of my mans cum and her reaction was funny. She obviously realised what had happened, just couldn't think who or when. After about half an hour of extra shots we were finished for the day. The two girls went for me and were firing questions at me. "How did you get spunk in your pussy?" "Who was he?" "Didn't you realise we had to eat you?" I managed to get a word in and explained about my escapade in the loo. When I described the two guys, the girls calmed down, looked at each other a rushed off. My guess was that they wanted some of the action too. I went for a shower, alone and returned to our empty room to sleep. Tomorrow was our last day of filming, with our "Father" taking a leading role. I dropped off to sleep thinking about the sex that I would enjoy on the morrow. My sexy dreams were shattered as Mandy returned to the room, smiling. She jumped on the bed and on me. She had a short skirt and very tiny t-shirt. When she squatted on my face, I knew that she wanted to return the favour of this afternoon. She was pantie-less and her engorged pussy lips and the signs of cum around her juicy cunt told me she had just been fucked. "Lick me out, you bitch" she shouted. I was more that happy to taste that glorious mixture of her musky juice and the salty cum that filled her twat. My tongue went deep inside her, lapping each drop of that tangy juice. As I drank her heady juice I started to swirl my tongue around her hard, well defined clit. I gently bit it and could hear her moaning. I sucked it into my mouth and flicked the end with my tongue. She was near to cumming. I now decided to add to her pleasure by bringing my hand around. Wetting it with her flowing juices I started to push it inside her tight brown ass hole. One finger went in easy and I doubled it. She was moaning loudly as I continued to manipulate her clit with my tongue. Suddenly she ground her cunt hard into my face and she exploded in an almighty orgasm which I could feel wash over her body. Trouble Her cunt released a shower of cum. Most went over my face leaving me with a shiny face. She dropped to the bed and we both lay there trying to catch our breath. Eventually she rose and moved so as to kiss me. "That was So good!" she said. "but don't surprise me with a cunt full of cum again" she laughed. A quiet meal together was how we spent the final night. We drank a couple of bottles of wine and made our way unsteadily to the studio. We had said that we needed to sleep for a long day tomorrow, and that was our plan. But not the Christos brothers. Both were waiting for us, and whisked us off to the main house. They took us to a large bedroom, and stripped us quickly. Both the guys were horny and liked to be on the receiving end of oral sex. We swapped partners regularly and had a good time with the brothers. With both of them sitting together on the bed and the two of us kneeling in the floor, we sucked the guys in harmony, and I enjoyed working with Mandy again. When they had both filled our mouths with what seemed a pint of cum, they made us perform 69 on each other, which we undertook with great pleasure. When both of us had climaxed, we looked to see the guys doing the same, side by side on the bed. Watching them suck each other was highly erotic. When they realised we were watching they stopped and pulled us to them. We were fucked mercilessly. The guys seemed to have enormous stamina and by about four in the morning, we were well and truly shagged. The guys woke early and told us to go. We sheepishly got dressed and made our way to shower and get ready for the day. The last day of filming was super-charged. With "father" discovering his wife and two daughters engaged in a frenzied lesbian encounter in his marriage bed, he goes wild. He locks us all in the room whilst he fetched his whips and a variety of chains and handcuffs. We are all secured and he starts with his wife, severely beating her across her bum cheeks, across her sex causing her to cry with intense pain. Both my sister and I try to ask for mercy but instead he turns on us and administers a wild swipe to our naked backs. As our mother is almost unconscious with pain, I make myself heard above the cries and sounds of the whip. "Please stop! Whip me instead of mother" I implore. Something seems to stop him in his tracks and he takes me in his arms. We kiss and I notice his cock, erect and making his trousers "tent". He is getting aroused by all of this! He looks at me and he notices me looking at his erection. He lets me go and I fall in a heap at his legs. I don't know what to do. I am still terrified but decide to take decisive action. I put my hand in his leg – at the bottom near his calf. I move it slowly upwards, towards his erection. As I reach his balls I fondle them and he moans. I continue and slowly un-buttons his trousers. He doesn't move to stop me so my hand enters the gap when I come into contact with the hard rigidity of his cock. I take it in my hand and slowly pull it out. At first I use my hands but I cannot resist putting his rod deep into my mouth. I take him deep and long sucking him. I pull down his trousers and throw them to my sister who is secured to the top of the bed. She finds the keys and unlocks herself and joins me on the bed. Both of us suck at the cock that gave us life. Soon we are the recipients of his cum, sharing his precious seed. He pulls my naked body to him and turns we round so that I am in a 69 position. His mouth soon finds my clitoris and he starts to make me cum. My sister leaves and tends to our mother, who seems to be awake and conscious. I flush my fathers face with my own vaginal emissions, covering his shirt. My mother joins us on the bed and starts to suck his cock back to an erect state. "Who do you want to fuck?" she asks. "All of you" he replies and looks first at my mother. She is still sore but she lays back with her feet high in the air as he mounts her and slowly fucks her. We watch and fondle each other as they climax simultaneously. Father withdraws his cock, wet with their juices and Mary sets about cleaning him. Remarkably, he stays erect and he is soon fucking my sister, his eldest daughter, from behind as she gets on all fours. He still has enough to fuck me and as he lies down I climb on to of him riding his cock and stimulating my clit with my own finger. The film finishes with the four of us engaged in cunnilingus, fellatio, anal and vaginal sex. After filming finishes and the director is satisfied with the results, people leave quickly. I go for a shower to rid myself of the variety of bodily fluids which I have eaten or been filled with. As I am finishing, my "father" enters the shower and we smile. He congratulates me on my performance and I do likewise (I don't think I have ever seen such stamina in a man). I make to leave and we kiss goodbye. I am amazed that as our bodies touch his cock again is aroused. He pulls me towards him and we kiss again. His hands are under my buttocks and he quickly lifts me onto his shaft. I encircle his waist with my legs and he fucks me standing up. Suddenly, he turns me upside down and he is eating my cunt again, with me sucking on his outstanding cock. He cum almost makes me choke but he hits my button hard with his tongue on my clit. As he replaces me on terra firma I can hardly walk. I manage it back to my room (Mandy having disappeared long ago). As I take my leave, my two heavies are waiting and escort me to their car. I am whisked off to see the boss. It is a quick meeting, He is very happy with my performances and my debts are now written off. I am without any money for the most exhausting 10 days work ever, but I guess I do have a new career! Trouble It was late Friday afternoon, and Anna's day at work was almost done. As it had been doing all day, her mind started wandering to a conversation she'd had with a female she'd met the night before at the local coffee shop. Anna was 34, approximately 5'7' tall, with long, silk, sandy brown hair and beautiful blue eyes. She was proud of her appearance but often wondered why she was still alone and hadn't been able to find her "dream girl". "Perhaps it's the fact that I don't go out often, working so much and all," she thought. "All I have time for is this cute little coffee shop, not the ideal place to meet a woman." And until last night, she was right. "Do you mind if I sit here? There are no tables available and I don't like sitting on those god-awful stools!" said a bright young redhead as she stared at Anna, smiling. "Sure, no problem," Anna replied, mesmerized by her smile, as she reached out her hand. "My name is Anna, nice to meet you." "I'm Stacey," the redhead answered as she shook Anna's hand firmly before sitting in the seat opposite Anna. "So is this your usual hangout?" Anna couldn't stop her eyes from wandering as the young woman sitting across from her went on, making small talk. She was extremely beautiful, her red hair a little past her shoulders, the light from the room highlighting small brown streaks. She was well built, with strong shoulders and luscious breasts. Gazing at them, Anna wondered what they would look like under that tight fitting black top. Her mind wandered as she pictured caressing them, letting her hands move over what she imagined would be nice, soft, pink nipples. Anna blushed. This poor woman, just in for a coffee and all she finds is some weird woman staring at her beautiful body. Gathering herself, Anna looked into Stacey's eyes and then down to her soft, full, luscious lips. "I do come here often, when I'm not working. A good coffee is all I seem to have time for these days. I'm an accountant and I'm stuck in a stuffy office for twelve hours." "An accountant? Hmm, not what I expected," Stacey quipped, her lips forming a soft smile. "What did you expect?" Anna replied, curious about what this young woman was thinking. Stacey blushed, and Anna's body responded in a way that she hadn't expected. "God, she's so beautiful," she thought to herself. Stacey continued, in spite of her obvious embarrassment. "Well, I just didn't expect someone as beautiful and as toned as you sitting all cramped up in an office all day. I pictured you more of a physical person, maybe a massage parlor or a gym." Anna wondered whether this beautiful woman was flirting with her, or was just overly friendly. Either way, she could feel herself blushing. "Oh, well thank you for the compliment. Actually, I do work out; I have a small gym at the apartment I live in and I head there when I'm not working my ass off. But enough of me, Stacey, tell me about you." Anna listened intently as Stacey told her about her job, her friends and the fact that she was a single bi-sexual woman still looking for "the one". She discovered that Stacey was a 27 year old woman that lived within walking distance of her apartment, in some townhouse units that she passed everyday on her way to work. The more Stacey talked, the more Anna wanted to know about her. She was totally mesmerized by this woman. "So what about you? Tell me about Anna," Stacey said. " "First of all, I am a lesbian -- and I'm still looking for the right one too. I've had a few relationships, but the women I've been with have been unable to handle my long hours at work. My work is important to me." Stacey brushed her hand across Anna's, sending waves of electricity through her. Her touch was incredible and Anna imagined she'd be an incredible lover. Even though they had just met, Anna found herself being quite attracted to this beautiful woman. "Well Anna, if they couldn't understand that, they weren't worth keeping anyway. You need to be loved and accepted for who you are." "Well there's more to the story." Anna continued as she looked down at her hands nervously. "You see, in bed I'm a little different than most women." "How so?" "I'm an aggressive lover. While a lot of women are more gentle and passionate, I'm more firm and -- well, dominant. The women I was with didn't like that. It's not that I'm rough, but I like to be in control." "They were crazy then!" was all Stacey said, smiling brightly. Anna was shocked. Not once in her 34 years had she gotten that reaction about that part of her sexuality. She was intrigued. "Wow, that didn't scare you off?" Anna replied. She couldn't help but smile. "How could someone so sexy and intriguing scare me? You're silly!" Stacey said, laughing. The two women talked, laughed and flirted for three hours before the cashier motioned to them that they were closing and Anna got Stacey's phone number and they decided they should call it a night. And now, as Anna sat at work, watching the clock, all she could think about was the redheaded beauty she'd run into the night before. When closing time finally came, Anna quickly finished what she was doing, locked up and headed out to her car. Before she could even close the car door, she was dialing Stacey's number. "Hello?" "Hi Stacey, it's Anna. Remember me?" Anna said, and she could hear Stacey giggle. "How could I forget you, sexy? I'm so glad you called, I've been thinking about you all day!" "Really?" Anna blushed. "You've been on my mind too, and I was wondering, do you want to get together tonight? Maybe we can take in a movie or something." "I'd love that. Why don't you come over? I'm making dinner right now and I'd love someone to eat -- I mean, eat with." Stacey said, and Anna could imagine her sexy smile. "Well how can I resist you?" Anna replied. "When should I be there?" "Dinner should be ready in about 30 minutes, but you can show up any time." Stacey answered. Fifteen minutes later, Anna showed up with a bottle of red wine and knocked on Stacey's door. The beautiful woman that had permeated her thoughts since the night before answered, wearing a gorgeous red dress that accented all of her sexy curves, and that addicting smile that got Anna's blood -- and juices -- flowing. "Hello, sexy" Stacey said, as she let Anna in. "Thanks for bringing the wine, I'll open it in a moment. Make yourself comfortable." "You look stunning in that dress, Stacey," Anna remarked as Stacey headed towards the kitchen to check on their dinner. "Awww, thanks baby -- you look great too, but you'd look good in nothing at all!" Anna once again found herself blushing. "Be careful Stacey, talk like that will get you in trouble with me," she said. "Maybe trouble is what I'm looking for." Replied Stacey. "Maybe I like being bad -- and don't pretend you don't like it!" Moving towards Stacey, Anna had an idea. "She wants trouble, I'll give her trouble," she thought. "You have no idea what you're getting yourself into, Stacey," Anna quipped as she reached out and pulled Stacey into her arms and covered her luscious mouth with a hard, passionate kiss. Stacey let out a soft moan as she wrapped her arms around Anna, running her fingers through her hair. Anna let her hands wander down Stacey's back, down to her sexy ass and squeezed. Pulling her closer, she let her tongue dance around Stacey's and let out a moan of her own before breaking off the kiss. "Still looking for trouble?" Anna asked, staring deeply into Stacey's eyes. "Because trouble just happens to be my middle name." Stacey smiled. "Dinner before dessert" she said as she turned towards the stove. Anna slapped her ass playfully as she went. The two women talked about everything as they ate and the more Anna found out about Stacey, the more she wanted her. She wanted to hold her, kiss her, touch her, taste her. She wanted to dominate her and show her exactly what it was like to be loved by a woman. She had to have her. When they finished dinner, Anna helped Stacey clear off the table and followed her into the living room where Stacey sprawled out on the couch, her bare legs slightly spread and her hands above her head. She smiled seductively at Anna, and Anna melted. "Hey!" Anna shouted, playfully. "Where do I sit?" "You sit all day, lazybones. You can stand for a while!" Anna loved Stacey's playfulness. Laughing, she took Stacey by the hand. "C'mere, you." As Stacey stood in front of her, Anna let her eyes wander. She looked into her eyes and down to her full breasts, wanting, needing to touch them. Unable to control her desire any longer, she reached out and pulled Stacey close, and kissed her sweet lips again. It was a shorter kiss, but no less passionate as Stacey broke it off, "Anna, I want you," she said lustfully. Anna reached out and brushed her hand along Stacey's cheek, feeling her soft skin. She kissed, nibbled and gently sucked on her neck before turning her around and fumbling with the zipper on her dress and letting it slide off of her. With Stacey standing before her in her bra and panties, Anna sat on the couch in front of her. "I just want to look at you for a moment," she said. "You are so sexy". Stacey blushed. "Not as sexy as you," she replied. "Oh yeah? You think? Get your ass over here and I'll show you just how sexy you are!" Stacey moved towards Anna and straddled her lap, kissing her passionately as she ran her fingers through her hair. Anna moaned and unable to contain her desire any longer, removed the clasp from Stacey's bra to let her beautiful, full breasts hang free. Taking them into her hand, she gently fondled them, moving the palms of her hands move in circles around her tout nipples. She could feel Stacey squirming as she touched her. "Mmmmmm.." Stacey broke off the kiss. "Your touch..is so..amazing." As she stared into her eyes, Anna could sense Stacey's hunger and took a nipple into her mouth, gently sucking on it. Growing hot, Stacey fumbled with the buttons on Anna's top. "Oh Anna, I need to see you too. Please let me see you." Pulling Stacey off of her, Anna stood and stripped completely, standing still briefly so Stacey could look at her. She watched as Stacey stood to remove her wet panties and let them fall to the floor. With both ladies standing facing each other, totally naked, Stacey took Anna by the hand and led her to the bedroom in the next room. As they entered the bedroom, complete with a nice, big bed, Anna turned Stacey around by the shoulders and gently threw her on the bed. "I told you you'd be in trouble, and now you're going to find out just how much trouble you're in," she said, as she straddled Stacey, pinned her shoulders down and kissed her lips again. After kissing her for what seemed like an eternity, Anna released her, stood up and looked at her. "I need some scarves or handcuffs. I want to tie you up." "Over there," Stacey replied, pointing to her dresser drawer. "Fuzzy handcuffs". Opening her dresser drawer, Anna noticed the handcuffs, along with about a dozen other toys. Looking at the variety of dildos and vibrators, she smiled. "What fun we're going to have," she thought. Grabbing the handcuffs and closing the drawer, she moved over to the bed and tied Stacey's hands to the bedpost. "Now you're at my mercy, darling" she said, lustfully. "Mmmmm, yes I am. So don't keep me waiting baby, let me feel those hands and lips all over me. I need you!" Without hesitation, Anna climbed on Stacey again. Kissing and licking her way down her body, she became drunk with the sight, smell, taste and sound of this beautiful, intoxicating woman. Spreading her legs, she kissed her inner thigh, and Stacey squirmed, moaning in pleasure. "Mmmmmmm, Stacey. Your skin is so soft, inviting. And you're so wet!" Anna said, and Stacey looked into her eyes. "I need you to taste me -- please? I need to feel your tongue all over my hot, wet pussy!" "I should tease her," Anna thought. "I should make her beg, make her drip as she longs for me to eat her delicious pussy until she screams in pleasure. I should make her want it, bad." Instead, Anna knelt in front of Stacey, pulled her legs onto her shoulders with her legs spread and licked at her delicious pussy, her tongue landing on her clit. As she flicked her tongue on it, Stacey squirmed. Looking into her eyes, Anna took two fingers and gently inserted them into her dripping pussy and started moving them in and out, slowly. "Mmmmmmmm, faster," Stacey moaned. Anna kept up the pace, teasing her, tasting her, savoring her. She wanted her to beg. "Oh god, Anna, that feels incredible! Please, stop teasing me, I want you to make me soak you with my juices. I need that sexy tongue buried deep inside my pussy, please!" Anna moaned and removed her fingers from Stacey's pussy, climbed on top of her and brought them up to her nose. "Taste it," she said. "Suck my fingers clean, taste your hot pussy, how does it taste?" "Mmmmm, tastes sweet" Stacey said. "But I wanna taste you!" "Not yet." Anna replied, spreading Stacey's legs again and sticking her hungry tongue deep inside her dripping wet pussy. "Oh god Anna, yes! Tongue fuck my hot pussy, fuck it good! It's so hot for you, mmmmmmmm!" Stacey screamed. Moaning and dripping wet herself, her clit throbbing, Anna did just that. Sliding her tongue in and out of Stacey, she ran a finger along her asscrack, teasing her. Stacey bucked her hips as her body squirmed and Anna could tell she was coming close to exploding on her tongue. This made her even hungrier and she tongue fucked her pussy even harder, wanting desperately to have Stacey cum all over her face. "Mmmmm, Anna! You're gonna make me cum all over that sexy face! Don't stop, fuck me faster! The faster and harder Anna tongue fucked her pussy, the more Stacey screamed. She gently inserted her finger into Stacey's asshole and slowly moved it in and out, and that pushed her over the edge. "Oh god Anna, I'm cumming -- I'm gonna soak your face with my cum!" This only made Anna hungrier, so she drove her tongue into her fast and hard once more before Stacey exploded all over her face, soaking her, screaming her name and bucking her hips wildly. Anna smiled, looking at her and enjoying the pleasure of knowing how wild she was driving her. As Stacey's body settled, Anna moved on top of her once again and kissed her deeply, allowing them both the pleasure of tasting her. And boy, did she taste good. A few moments later, Stacey broke off the kiss and gazed into Anna's eyes, smiling. "Your turn," she said. Anna smiled back, removing the handcuffs... Trouble She didn't know if she thought she was going to get away with it. she knew she should have stopped sooner. She was just thinking... if she could get a million, then she'd cut it out. Just past half, and Bobby came to visit her. "What did he look like?" Her partner in the robberies was 6'1", brown hair. "Probably 5'11" she lied, "black hair." "He had a mask?" "Yes," she realized where he was going with it. "I saw hair sticking out of the bottom of the ski mask. It was probably shoulder length. "skin?" almost pasty. "Olive." He wrote down the description. "I really appreciate this." "What's that?" "You trying so hard to catch the guy who robbed us." I walked closer to him, put a hand on his arm. He didn't pull away. "Just doing my job." She couldn't believe he used that cheesy line. He must've liked her. "Well, I appreciate it. It was so scary." I put a hand on his chest. "We'll catch him." He pushed her hair behind her ear. She looked up at him with that admiring look she was sure guys like him lived for. He kissed her softly, looking into her eyes. Her hero. She slipped his jacket off, and he put his arms around her protectively. she clung to him, her body telling him, 'please protect me.' "I feel so much better knowing you're the one who's going to catch him." She unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off. He looked guilty for a moment, but he got over it. They always seem to get over it. She slipped her hands under his shirt, caressing his skin. He pulled it off, revealing his broad shoulders, and barrel chest. She kissed him again, and he held onto her tight. He unzipped her shirt, and slipped off, caressing her skin lightly. "I could get fired for this..." he muttered. "We can stop." She said, as she kissed his neck. He scoffed, and kissed hers. They never stop. "Or you can follow me." He followed her. They made love slowly, sweetly, in the soft light. She smiled afterwards, and let him feel like her superman. She leaned on her hand and sighed, admiring his body. That was no act. She loved his body; it was so strong and masculine. It was disappointing that she couldn't keep seeing him, not without being caught. But it wasn't the last time she saw him. When he left her, she was confident that she'd get away with it. That boyscout wouldn't want to think he had been consorting with the bad guy. He had her go to a line up. She looked at his face 'for reassurance', and he glanced at the third man a bit to long. "Number three." She told him. he smiled proudly. "I'm so glad you caught him." She took his arm in one hand, briefly caressing his deltoid with the other, then pulled away as if it'd been a mistake. He puffed out his chest so proudly she could almost see the S on his chest. "Why don't you come by later." she invited, before leaving to go home. "I'll see what I can do." At 6:00. there was a knock on the door. She looked outside and saw him, and opened it excitedly. She opened the door and invited him in. "I'm glad you decided to come by." "Well," he replied, "How could I resist?" He pulled the door shut behind him. "That's what I was going for." "You're going to get me in trouble." "Yeah," She replied, "I don't care." "You're a bad girl, aren't you?" he said, kissing her neck. "Why?" she asked, "You like that?" He crashed down on the couch and sighed. "All those goddamn kiss asses." He grumbled, "By the time I'm done their, I'm so fucking tired of it, you know?" "I can be bad." "Yeah? Maybe I should cuff you, and make you tell me why you're bad." "You try and make me." She challenged. He stood up, turned her around and cuffed her. He kissed her neck, and unbuttoned her blouse. He groped at her breasts. "What have you ever done that's bad?" He teased. "Wouldn't you like to know?" "Yeah," he whispered in her ear, "I would." He scooped her up in his thick, strong arms, carrying her into her room and dropping her on the bed. "Now tell me." He kissed her breasts. "What if I don't want to?" "I'll make you." He pulled down her jeans. "That'll teach me." He lighty teased her slit with his tongue. She inhaled sharply. He pulled away. "Why did you stop?" "Tell me." "I'm making it with a cop." She teased. "That doesn't make you bad; you're allowed to make it with me. I'm not allowed to make it with a witness." "I smoke weed." He stripped down and climbed on top of her, and she wrapped her legs around his body. He only allowed his tip to penetrate her. "It's something, but I still think you're just another good girl, trying to chase the knight in shining armor cop." "Shut up," she argued, "I am not." He rubbed against her lightly. "Why not?" "I roll." She admitted. He thrust into her once, and held his cock inside her. "You think that's bad? Damn." He pulled out, and leaned back on his heels. "You are just a good girl." "I helped rob that bank." "Well," he mocked, "You, lie, it's something." He got on top of her again. "I'm not." "How could you be in on it? You were behind the register." "I texted him whenever I had a lot of cash, after asking for a drop, when the manager was busy, and wouldn't come take the drop yet, I did it if someone else asked too." "Not the guy you fingered, was it?" He said, as he began to fuck her. She let out a small moan. "Not even the guy I described." She laughed. "So where's the cash?" he asked, fucking her harder. "In my crawl space." "You're bad after all." He slowly pulled back. "Don't stop." She pleaded. "You confessed while we drank pop in your living room." "I'll say anything you want." He slammed into her, making her scream. He recited the miranda while he was fucking her. He uncuffed her and threw her her clothes. "You keep your promise you can get more when you get out. Shouldn't be to long if you give up your buddy." "Anything you want." She repeated as she got dressed, and let him cuff her again. She was smiling as she walked to his car. "Just as long as you come visit me." Trouble I arrived to class early. I was always early- punctuality was something my parents had drummed into my head. Besides, I was looking forward to this class. I had been trying to get into a figure drawing class for two semesters, but they were always the first to fill up. My name's Kyle Michaels. I'm an artist. Well, I'm a lot of things, but 'artist' is one of the first descriptors I think of when I define myself. Hmm, only a few people around so far. Today's the first day of classes, so we'll probably just go over the syllabus. Probably won't be...much...excitement...My thoughts trailed off as she entered the room. Wow, was the first thought that managed to claw its way to my conscious mind. The second was: This girl is trouble. She was dressed college chic: a dark gray, fitted tee shirt hugged every delightful curve and ended just below her navel, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of the taut, tanned skin of her stomach and waist. The materiel of her black pants looked to be soft velvet and likewise clung to a pair of very shapely legs. Sequined shoes peeked daintily from beneath the cuffs of her pants. Everything about her seemed designed to attract attention. Dark, almond-shaped eyes met mine. They sparkled mischievously: rich umber pools framed by long, dark lashes. My pulse skipped a beat- she had noticed my perusal. Full lips pulled back, from a row of dazzling white teeth.. Yep, definitely trouble. I felt my face flush as I hurriedly looked away and felt a surge of annoyance at my reaction. What was going on? I wasn't an sixteen anymore, why was she having this effect on me? I had worked hard over the years to improve both my body and mind, and I considered no woman to be out of my league. In fact, I had dated some pretty dazzling women in my time. Still, when I looked at her, there was this nagging feeling of...what? Attraction, sure; but something else as well. I turned it over in my mind, examining this feeling. It wasn't something I usually felt when meeting women. Anxiety. That's what it was. Trepidation bordering on fear. She's a heart breaker, my instincts warned. You're just setting yourself up for disappointment with that one. To both my consternation and delight, she sat next to me as we waited for our instructor to arrive. Surreptitiously, I tried to sneak glances without being too obvious. Damn, even in school renowned for beautiful coeds, she stood out. Her profile was flawless, and the artist in me itched to draw it. When the instructor began taking roll, I listened intently. When the name "Jessica Solimine" was called I heard her voice for the first time. "Here, but I prefer just 'Jess'," she replied. Her voice was sweetly feminine, yet slightly husky. I found the contrast delightful. She wound a dark strand of shoulder-length hair through her fingers and toyed with it as the other names were called. As I suspected, the rest of the class period passed quickly. I admit, I barely heard a word the instructor said- all I could think about was the gorgeous creature sitting next to me. When we were dismissed, I hurriedly began stuffing my notebook back into my backpack as I rehearsed what I would say to her. I had been thinking about it the entire class. For some reason, my usual wit had completely deserted me, and when I ran through the scenarios in my mind, most of them ended up with her either offended or scornful. Steeling myself, I prepared myself for the opening salvo in the battle of the sexes. She was gone. While I had been daydreaming she had wasted no time in exiting the class. Of course. Girls like her always had someplace to be. Dammit! I quickly slung my unwieldy backpack across my shoulders and hurried from the room. Outside was chaos. Where was she? The hall was packed with students rushing to and from classes on the first day of classes. There! I spotted her just before she rounded the corner. Apologizing, I pushed and shouldered my way through the crowd. I managed to catch up to her just as she exited the building. Feigning nonchalance, I fell in beside her, "So, what do you think about the class?" If she was surprised by my sudden appearance or inquiry, she didn't show it, "Mmm, I think I'm gonna like it. The teacher seems really sweet." "Yeah, I'm looking forward to it; I've been trying to get into this class for a couple of semesters now," I replied, somewhat lamely. "Really? So it's a good class then?" she asked as she began rummaging through her purse, "Do you have a lighter?" "Uh, no...sorry, " Damn it. I had two nice butane lighters sitting at home that I hardly ever used. Mentally, I kicked myself for not having brought one. "That's okay," she replied as she pulled out a lighter and tried to light her cigarette. With the wind, it took several tries. Note to self: bring a damn lighter next time. Finally successful, she took a drag before turning back to regard me. I was still standing there dumbly, franticly trying to think of something to say. She snapped me out of my reverie. "What was your name again?" "Kyle. Yours?" I replied, holding out my hand. "Jess," she responded as she clasped my hand in her own. Soft skin, but a firm grip. Deciding that discretion is the better part of valor, I decided a strategic retreat was in order. I needed to get away and pull myself together. "Well, I'll see you in class I guess." Good God, I laughed at the absurdity, could I have been any more akward? As I walked back toward the library, I tried to put the incident behind me. Well, what's done is done. Probably has a boyfriend anyway. Lucky bastard. As I entered the library, my spirits lifted. Most of the people I work with are pretty cool, and its an easy job. I check out the books and laptops, and deal with the various problems that pop up. My buddy Tommy was sitting at his desk when I walked over and flopped down on an adjacent chair. He greeted me the same way he always did: "Hey man, what goin' on?" he asked as he clasped my hand an a viselike grip which I returned in kind. I replied the same way I always did. "Not much man," With the image of Jess still fresh in my mind I added, "Just got out of my first figure drawing class." "Oh yeah, how'd it go?" "I think I'm gonna like it," I hesitated, a superstitious doubt surfacing in my mind. Don't say anything about her, you'll jinx it. Smiling inwardly at my childishness, I pushed the doubt back down, "There's a girl in my class..." I trailed off, unsure of how to continue. Sensing the direction the conversation was heading, Tommy's dark face split into a grin. "Oh yeah, she fine?" I adjusted my ball cap as I tried to formulate a response, "She's...just...man...yeah." Real eloquent I know. "Good shit man," he replied appreciatively. "Yeah," I replied absently. Focus man! I chided myself. Logging in to my workstation, I resolved to concentrate on the next two hours of my shift. Yet, over those next two hours I found my mind drifting back to what happened earlier that day. *** I awoke the next morning to the hellacious screeching of my alarm clock. Blearily, I rolled over and fumbled and slapped blindly around until it fell blessedly silent. Squinting, I tried to focus my sleep-impaired eyes on the blue numbers glowing in the dark. Five a.m.-PT (Army Physical Training) today. Damn, damn, damn. I heard myself groan piteously as I forced myself out of my warm, deliciously comfortable, inviting bed. "Cripes," I moaned to the otherwise empty apartment. I needed some motivation. I stumbled over to my PC and nudged the mouse, awaking it from its own hibernation. The hard drive whirred and the speakers popped in protest. Still blinking the sleep from my eyes, I pulled up my music player and looked for something to wake me up. Ah, here we go-The Dropkick Murphys always get me amped up. As the dulcet tones of "Shipping up to Boston" began to play I unsteadily made my way to the kitchen. On the way, I passed my mirror and greeted my reflection. Man, I had seen better days. An errant thought came unbidden to my mind. Is there any possibility that a girl like Jess could be attracted to that guy in the mirror? It reminded me of a movie. Remember in Star Wars when Han Solo asks Luke, "You think a princess and a guy like me...?" It worked out pretty well for him. Of course, this wasn't a movie. Real life doesn't always have a happy ending. That thought was pushed away as I popped a caffeine pill and chugged some Gatorade before pulling my PT uniform on and heading out the door. The day passed pretty quickly after that. I did PT, went home, showered , ate a quick breakfast, then it was off to class. My painting class seemed promising, but I knew all those supplies were going to be expensive. Well, at least I could focus here. No beautiful girls to distract me, I thought wryly, Just the usual humdrum activities of the day. I was starting to recover my equilibrium. I checked my class schedule while I Idly considered how much these supplies would cost. My next class was Advanced Drawing, and according to the creased, smudged sheet of paper in my hands, it was in the same room as my figure drawing class the previous day. With a slight sense of déjà vu, I walked into the studio and sat at the same bench I had occupied previously. I was in deep thought (considering what to have for lunch) when I heard a melodic voice say brightly, "Hey, looks like we have the same classes." I looked up to see Jess smiling at as she took a seat next to me, "Hey," I greeted her. Yep, that was it. Smooth. I could feel a big, stupid grin spreading across my face at the sight of her. Something had to be done, this woman had cast some kind of spell on me. I needed to find out what kind of person she was. If it was a purely physical attraction, I knew I'd get over it quickly; but if she was as nice as she seemed I might be in trouble. Over the next couple of weeks or so we got to know each other a little better. To my dismay, the more I saw of her, the more I was drawn to her. Her story was as bittersweet and romantic a Hollywood movie. She had met a guy in the Bahamas, and after a whirlwind romance had decided to move here from halfway across the country to be closer to him. They eventually split up, but she was already in love with the area and decided to stay. Of course, that's not all there was to it, but that her story to tell, not mine. I wondered what kind of idiot would let her get away. I considered it. Maybe she had some kind of fault I just wasn't seeing. She didn't seem spoiled or self-entitled like a lot of college girls. She was actually pretty sweet and thoughtful. She always noticed when a classmate made a change to their hairstyle or complimented them on an article of clothing. Plus, she was a talented artist in her own right, so I couldn't rely on my artistic talent to impress her. That only left my natural charm. God help me. Of course, I wasn't the only affected. All the other guys were practically tripping over each other to offer advice or see if she needed any help. She just had that effect on us, we were drawn like moths to a flame. Was it some nurturing, protective instinct? Its not like she needed or asked for the help. She's not one of those girls who plays the damsel in distress, I'm pretty sure she's capable of handling just about any problem that could be thrown at her. I'm ashamed to say I was no better. I found myself following her around like a lost puppy until I realized what I was doing. Consciously, I realized that I was doing everything wrong. With everyone else, I was cool and confident. I commanded a platoon in my reserve unit, and when I gave an order it was instantly obeyed. With her, I was supplicating, women don't want a doormat, but I couldn't seem to help myself. I enjoyed helping her, talking with her. The words of one of my girlfriends echoed in my head:Kyle, you know what your problem is? You're too nice. You're great husband material, but not boyfriend material. You need to be a little more of a jerk. I mean, don't just be like an asshole, but...yeah, more of a jerk. Good advice, up to a point. I just couldn't seem to make myself follow it here. Maybe I should drink a little alcohol before class to loosen up. I could try someone else, maybe that would help get my head straight. There was that girl from the gallery who gave me her number...no, I rejected the notion. No one else appealed to me. What made the situation all the more frustrating was my inability to get a read off her. Normally, I at least have some general inkling if a girl is interested. Not with Jess. She was nice and outgoing with everyone. Sometimes I thought I saw some spark of interest, but it always gone too quickly to tell. Midway through the class period, we were given a ten minute break. Stretching catlike, Jess murmured, "I'm gonna go have a cigarette." "I'll go with you."Dumbass! What are you doing? my mind yelled at me. "You smoke?" she asked in surprise. "No, I just need some fresh air. The fumes from the sharpies we're using are giving me a headache," Well, that was true enough. When I stepped outside, I discovered the temperature had dropped by probably fifteen degrees in the last hour. Crazy-ass Texas weather. "Wow, it got cold fast," Jess remarked behind me. Her arms were pulled tightly around herself as she lit a cigarette. I touched her arm lightly, "Wow, you've got goosebumps already." On impulse, I stepped closer and wrapped an arm around her for warmth. It took a second to register what I'd done. What are you doing? Now she's going to think your that creepy jackass that likes to get grabby. Reluctantly, I released her and stepped back as I berated myself mentally. She hadn't protested or pulled away, but I felt like a fool. Still, it had been nice while it lasted; she was the perfect size to hold. Well, the damage was done I guess, time to go before I managed to embarrass myself. "It's a little too cold out here, I'll see you back inside." *** When I had the dream that night I knew I was in trouble. In it, I just held her the way I had earlier. Nothing more, just that single moment frozen in time. When I awoke, I could almost still feel her there. That was it. I had delayed long enough. Too long probably. One way or another I needed to put an end to these doubts and speculation. If she rejected me...well, I could get over it, but I had to get this out of my system. I was in agony waiting for a chance to speak to her alone that day. When I saw the opportunity, I seized it. Here we go. Wow, butterflies in my stomach. "So Jess, are you doing anything for Valentine's Day?" Not bad, at least I sounded calm. "Mmm, not sure. I've been seeing a guy regularly, but he hasn't asked me specifically. Why? What about you?" Well, I was hoping to take you out. That's what I wanted to say, but the words caught in my throat. Disappointed, I replied breezily, "Probably nothing. There's a party at the Square I might go to," I paused briefly to gather my thoughts, "So, why hasn't that guy made plans with you? I thought Valentine's Day was a big deal for couples." "Well, he's not my boyfriend. We've just been seeing each other. I mean, we see each other just about every day, so we'll probably do something on Valentine's." "Oh." Damn, what do I do now? What could I say? "Hey, if your plans fall through, would you settle for going out with me?" I don't think so, I do have some pride after all. I had to do something. I'd rather crash and burn than not act and then wonder what might have happened. Play to your strengths, I told myself, Think about it, what are you good at? How can you use that? Be creative. Well, I'm a good artist, but so is she. Besides, I've already drawn her portrait for Figure Drawing. I needed something more than just a way to express admiration for her looks. Think man, think. I could ask her to the ROTC formal. No, that's not for a couple of months, a lot can happen in between now and then. Send flowers? No, that might be too cliché, and unwelcome if she's not interested. What then? Write her a note? Nah...wait...maybe, but not a note though. I had recently discovered that I enjoyed creative writing. I had submitted one of my short stories to an online writing site for critique, and it had been well received. If I remembered correctly, there was a Valentine's Day writing contest going on. Maybe I could put how I felt down in a short story and ask her to critique it. I still wasn't sure though. What if the story sucked, or the idea freaked her out? Could I risk it? I needed a second opinion. *** The guy I needed was working at the library that evening. Wes is one of those guys it would have been easy for me to hate if he hadn't been so cool. Tall, dark, and handsome, he had the kind of looks that girls swoon over. Me, well I'm not bad looking, but I'm not the tall, skinny GQ type either. I trusted Wes with this- he was a guy so he could understand what I felt. He was also a damn good writer, and I valued his opinion. After I summarized my idea, he sat back and considered it. "I like it man, I think you should go for it." "Seriously? You think I can pull it off?" "Totally man, no question. You're a badass writer, just put it out there and see what happens. If it doesn't work, fuck it-plenty more fish in the sea." "Yeah." Problem is, most fish aren't worth catching. "Damn man, I've never seen you act this way about a girl before. Relax. Just play it cool, let her come to you." "Yeah, I know what you're saying. That's the way I usually play it, but with this girl...she's got me so mixed up I feel like I'm a idiot teenager again," I cracked my knuckles in frustration as I tried to describe the situation, "Its like, she shows up and suddenly I turn into this awkward, bumbling mess. I don't understand it. So far, I think I've managed to do everything wrong I possibly could. I don't know man, I just feel this need to impress her for some reason, to prove myself. She's not even the type I usually go for." "Maybe that's a good thing. Opposites attract and all that." "Maybe you're right, I mean the last few dates I've had with girls I thought were my type have been disasters. I like to listen mostly; I can't carry a whole conversation on my own y'know?" "I hear you man. Its like me and my girl. We've got enough common interests to get along, but we argue about enough stuff to keep it interesting." "You've convinced me. I'm gonna do it, and if it doesn't work, well..." I smiled grimly, " I prefer not to think about that." "Good luck man," he said as he shot me a mock salute. I barked a short laugh, "thanks." I was bursting with enthusiasm the next day. Hope springs eternal right? I found Jess taping a paper in place for a drawing when I finally decided to ask. "Hey Jess?" "Hmm?" she replied distractedly. "I was wondering if you would do me a favor." She glanced over at me before replying , "Sure, what's up?" "Well, I'm working on a story for a Valentine's Day writing contest," I ran my hand through my hair nervously, "I was just wondering if you would read it and give me your opinion before I submitted it." "You like to write?" "Yeah, I just started during the break, but I enjoy it." "Oh my God, take me now!" she cried passionately as she threw herself into my arms. Haha! No, that didn't actually happen. It would've been cool though right? Instead, she replied, "Sure, I can take a look at it for you." "Cool, I guess I'll send a copy to you in a couple of days." Trouble "Okay," she replied absently, her attention already back on her work. Alright, she had agreed. Now I just needed a story. The more I thought about it, the more I wondered what her reaction might be. Vividly, I could picture each scenario in my mind. Sometimes, she was flattered, but uninterested, other times she was angry and offended and avoided me. In one, she didn't react to it at all, just ignored it. Others were more pleasant. "Kyle, that story you wrote was so sweet, no ones ever done anything like that for me before." "I wanted to tell you, but every time I'm near you I can't think straight. I thought this would be a good way. So, as long as I've put it out there, what do you say? Would you want to do something sometime? Go see a movie or something? Or we could just go somewhere and talk. Who knows maybe we'll hit it off." I always snap out of my daydream before she answers. This was a dumb idea, it was crazy. She'd never go for it, and even if she did, what then? What could I offer? What the hell man? I berated myself angrily, what do you mean 'what can you offer her?' You're a good guy, you've got plenty to offer: for starters you're smart, you're talented, you keep yourself in good shape. Sure, maybe you're not rich, but what do you expect? You're paying your way though college. Get a grip and remember what you've achieved in your life, your accomplishments, all the hard work and effort it took to get here. With renewed confidence, I considered the task at hand. Later that evening, I sat in front of my PC, a new word processor document open on the screen. White, pristine-a blank canvas upon which to create. Someone once said, "To repeat an action and expect a different outcome is a sure sign of madness." Well, for years I had been doing the same things and just hoping for the best. Hoping things would fall into place for me. It was time for something new, to take a chance. I placed my hands on the keyboard and began to type. The rest of this story is out of my hands. Trouble at His Place He wished it was her apartment they were walking up to. If it was her apartment, she would be leading the way and he would have a few moments to take in her figure. He had been trying to see it all night but it was hard to make it out in a dark movie theater. Or in the car, even though the seat belt had sat snuggled in between her breasts the entire car ride. He was jealous of the seat belt. He was fiddling with his keys to the building, pretending to find the right one while using the moment to stare down at her waist. Her jeans sat like a second skin against her hips. Glancing up, she was biting her lip, nervously waiting for him. His moral fibers enraged all the other fibers in his body as he asked, "Are you sure you want to come up? If you're having second thoughts we can always schedule dinner later this week and..." She interrupted him, shaking her head, "I want to see your apartment. I keep imagining what your place is like and trying to picture where you are when we message back and forth. I'm way too curious to go back now." Popping the door open, he smiled at her, "Curiosity killed the cat. I hope yours isn't infectious because Finnegan doesn't need any extra encouragement." Her eyes laughing she looked up him, "Oh! Your kitty! I can't wait to meet him!" They stepped into his apartment and, as he closed the door behind them, he asked, "So? Is it anything like you imagined? We should do your place next so I can picture you sitting around the house in little, lacy negligees." Walking into his living room, she turned around to tease him, "Negligees? That sounds fancy and complicated. I just walk around naked." Naked? Was that a wink? Naked. The word hung in the air, suddenly turning her laughing tease from a second ago into a heavy remark that reminded them both of why they were here. She stood, looking up at him. He wasn't responding to her remark and she was nervously biting her lip again. Her bottom lip was full and his eyes traced the bottom edge of the soft curve. He closed the few steps between them and slid his hand around her waist, pulling her body against his. She was smaller than him, but her body was soft and warm as he held her waist against his. It was almost as if a physical magnetism was holding them together. Slipping his other hand into her hair he said in a low voice, "Please, feel free to walk around naked here." The comment was almost lost on her as he leaned in and gently placed his lips against hers. She tasted salty from the popcorn they had eaten on their date and her luscious lower lip pressed softly against his mouth. She pressed her body even closer to his, her hands moving around him to rest against his back. His hand was combing through her silky locks while it was as if her mouth was a hot enticement of what she had to offer. She overtook his senses and he felt his body respond with his growing excitement of the moment. He tore his mouth and body from her, practically dragging her into his bedroom. She pulled her shirt up and over her head and started to slide out of her tight jeans, bracing her arm on the nightstand as she lifted one foot up. He had been unbuttoning his shirt, but now he stood still with fear as he saw his night ending. Her hand accidentally slid a motorcycle magazine off his nightstand to show what had been lazily hidden underneath. He held his breath as she glanced over and gasped at the dirty magazine now facing her. It was flipped open to a page showing a well-endowed, skinny blond in small scraps of black material. The woman lay on a bed, her massive blond curls arranged seductively around her face and her red lips worked into a pout. She had on black fishnet stockings and her legs were spread showing off her shaved center. He waited while she picked up the magazine and looked closer. The woman's legs were spread because her knees were tied up to her arms and her wrists were tied to the bed. She still only had one pant leg off and now she sat down on the edge of the bed, still holding the magazine. He stood frozen, unable to move anything but his eyes as he watched her, waiting for her ridicule. She flipped through the book, glancing over the pictures. Finally, she cleared her throat and said, "Have you... are you...?" Finally she settled on her question, "Are you into this?" Should he lie? She immediately asked another question, "Is this something you were going to eventually want me to do with you?" He tried to reason with her, "We haven't even had sex, yet. We don't know where this relationship is actually going. Please, can you put the magazine down and forget about it for now? I don't want it to ruin what was going to be a really great night." She narrowed her eyes at him, "A great night?" Then she shook her head, "No, now I'm curious about it," she flipped to a page and pointed to the woman on it, "She's really pretty." He numbly moved to sit down on the bed next to her and leaned over to look at the picture. Were they really looking over a porn magazine on their first night together? The thought of it stirred his excitement again. He put his arms out behind him and leaned back on the bed a little, watching her as she, a little hunched over, flipped through a few more pages. She turned back around to look at him. She had taken her shirt off and now her breasts lay nicely mounded in a lace bra he itched to unclasp. He had unbuttoned his pants and now he sat on the bed with an obvious bulge through his boxers. She put the magazine back on the night stand and moved closer to him on the bed, asking, "Can we try it?" He couldn't believe he was still breathing as he asked, "Can we try what?" She was on all fours now, crawling to him on the bed as her breasts were hanging, almost falling out of the bra. He stared down between them, suddenly jealous again of the seat belt. She bit her lip, clarifying for him in a slow, unsure voice, "Will you tie my hands? I mean... is that... what you're into?" He let out the puff of air he had been holding in his lungs. Trying to keep his voice calm, he explained, "I've honestly never done that before. I feel guilty about liking it and have never brought it up with past girlfriends, much less on a first time. I would understand if you want to go back to how we were doing things." She was silent, nibbling her lip, this time thoughtfully. He smiled at her and said, "Unless, of course, if you're now curious. I can go grab the tie to my bathrobe..." Shyly, she nodded. She took her jeans off the rest of the way as he stood up and slid his pants down his legs. His robe was hanging on the back of his door. Sliding the tie out of the loops, he closed the door to his bedroom, as if he felt what they were about to do needed to be kept hidden. He sat behind her on the bed and pulled her arms behind her. Wrapping the tie around her wrists in a figure eight, he tied it off and pulled on it, to make sure it was secure. He slid his fingers up the back of her arms and over to her bra clasp. Letting that go with a sigh of relief, he asked her, "Is it too tight?" She shook her head, her hair brushing off one of her shoulders from the movement. He moved his hands to her shoulders and around to cup her breast in his hands. They were still sitting on the bed and he moved his body closer behind her and pressed his lips against her bare shoulder. Rubbing over her nipples with his thumbs, he felt them harden under his hands. His voice husky, he whispered into her ear, "I kind of like this. I can make you do whatever I want and you're not really in a position to disagree." She licked her lips and he stared down at them from behind her. They had been teasing him all night and now he wanted them wrapped around him. He moved to lie down in front of her and, pulling her hair back from her face with his hand, he guided her head down. She had to scoot forward to properly balance herself without her hands. Opening her mouth, she slowly sucked in just the tip, flicking her tongue over it from the inside of her mouth. He felt her swallow, then slowly move her mouth down. His tip slid far back against the smooth inside of her mouth as she took in as much of him as possible. Inside, her mouth was warm and soft while she sucked her way up and down his shaft. The pressure shift as she worked her mouth around him, her lips pressing around him and teasing his tip, was tantalizing. Her body was starting to shake. He could tell she wasn't used to hovering in the position she was in so he said, "Stop." She pulled her head up to look at him, wondering what he wanted her to do. He sat up and reached around to untie her hands. Gently pushing her down to the bed, her head on his pillow, he gathered her hands back up above her head and retied her wrists. Leaning over her, his face close to hers, he asked, "Is it too tight?" She shook her head and said, "No. It's kind of turning me on." He smiled at her comment, thrilled that she was enjoying this with him. He softly brushed his lips against her cheek then trailed kisses down her neck to her breasts. Sucking one of her nipples into his mouth, he heard her moan and arch her back underneath him, pushing her breast up against his face. Hovering over her, he braced his body with one arm and held himself against her with his other hand. He teased her by rubbing just his tip up and down the folds of her pussy. She was wet and he could feel her juices lubricating his tip while he teased her. She was arching her hips against him and crying out, "Oh my god, you have to... just... put it in! Please." He paused for a moment to look at her. Her hair was getting tousled already from their movements on the bed, her lips were dark with passion, and her eyes were energetic. She liked that he was in control. He could sense her arousal as she gave in to him. He wanted to make her wait, but something about what they were finally doing was too much for him. He didn't want to wait. He wanted to Be. Inside. Now. Already slippery from his teasing, he slid in easily. Groaning from the sense of relief he felt at finally being inside of her, he set a fast, hard pace. Her arms pulled against the tie as she tried to use her hands to push against the headboard. He was moving fast against her and their bodies were sliding up the sheets. She was warm and soft inside, her body closing around him as they moved. Her legs were in the air and she moved her hips up so he could push in as deep as possible. For her, she found each hard, fast thrust more arousing than the last because she found a sexual thrill in submitting to his control. It was only her hands that were bound, but the act of trusting and giving in to him had charged this experience with a carnal, erotic feeling that wound its way from her bound hands and down her body. Every touch and thrust against him brought her closer to a feeling she was unused to. The feeling built up inside of her as a heat pooled in her lower stomach and released itself as her legs shook with ecstasy and her moans grew louder. After her release, she changed her pace. She pulled her hips away from him slowly and then pushed back against him hard and fast. The change in motion was bringing him closer to his own orgasm. He moved one hand to hold her bound wrists. Being in physical contact with what they were doing pushed him over the edge. He pulled out and hovered over her, feeling it start from deeper down. He felt his orgasm move up and out. An erotic energy coursed through his body, momentarily shutting off all other thoughts and feelings until he came, his warm cum dripping down her breasts and covering her nipples. Exhausted, he moved to lie next to her on the bed. In a moment he would get her a washcloth so she could clean up and he could nuzzle into her beautiful, soft breasts. For now, he looked over at her and smiled, teasing, "I don't have to untie you, yet, do I?" Trouble at the Biker Bar It was the Friday after Labor Day and, thankfully, it was quite in The Bucket of Blood. Only ten of the guys from the motorcycle club, including myself, were in the bar that night. Fewer and fewer of the members were coming to the bar on the weekends, and I thought I knew the reason why. When we had first formed the Buccaneer's Motorcycle Club, there would be, at least, fifty people in The Bucket of Blood every Friday and Saturday night. Now, most of the members, along with their wives and girlfriends, were avoiding the place on the weekends altogether. It was around 10:00 PM, and I sitting alone, down at the end of the bar, when I heard a couple of motorcycles pull into the parking lot. Winger and Chops walked into the place about a minute later. They were both laughing as they said hello to Suzy, the barmaid, and ordered themselves a couple of beers. After being served, they walked down to the end of the bar to talk to me. Winger said, "Evening, Prez." He continued, "Guess what? Another one, in a minivan, just pulled into the parking lot." Chops grinned, showing off his fake gold tooth, and said, "How much do you want to bet that she's having 'car trouble', Prez?" as he used his fingers to make air quotes around the words "car trouble". Chops was a dentist, in real life, so the fake gold tooth was his "trademark look" for motorcycle club functions. Winger laughed and chimed in, "Oh, yeah! More car trouble!" He continued, "And, I'll bet that her cell phone is dead, too!" He finished, "So, how much do you want to bet, Prez?" I sighed and said, "Evening, guys. No bets from me tonight, thank you very much." About two minutes later, a thirty-something, bleach-blonde woman walked into the bar. Sure enough, she walked up to Suzy and said, "Do you have a telephone in here that I can use? My car just broke down and my cell phone batteries are dead." Winger snorted, and Chops almost choked on his beer when we heard what the thirty-something woman had just said. I sighed and looked up at the ceiling. I thought to myself, "Yes, it's another one." I reflected that none of us had seen this coming when we had first formed the motorcycle club, and, Butch, the owner of the bar, had changed its name from "The Village Tavern" to "The Bucket of Blood". First, it was the undercover state cops, the undercover FBI agents, and the undercover DEA agents coming into the bar, every other week, to try to buy crystal methamphetamine. Then, it was the undercover ATF agents coming into the bar, every month, to try to buy machine guns and assault rifles. Not long after that, it was all of the soccer moms coming into the bar, every weekend, to try to get gangbanged. The thirty-something woman did have good features and a very good figure. But, as was usual with these women, she was wearing way, way too much "please fuck me" makeup and she was dressed really slutty. The woman had teased-out, shoulder-length, platinum-blonde hair and big, pretty, dark-brown eyes. As she also had thin, plucked, dark-brown eyebrows, I was positive that her natural hair color was not platinum-blonde. I estimated that she would have stood about 5'6" in her stocking feet, but she looked much taller in those slutty, clear-plastic 4" high-heeled sandals. Those slutty sandals were really eye catchers. They were held on her feet by long, shinny-black satin ribbons, that criss-crossed their way up her shapely calves, almost to her knees. It was almost impossible to avoid looking at them. As I looked the woman over, I thought to myself, "My god! Where in the world do these soccer moms ever find shoes that are that slutty?" As the platinum-blonde woman talked on the phone, I studied her more carefully. Her lip gloss was bright red and had been applied to make her mouth look bigger than it actually was, and she was wearing way too much blush on her cheeks. The color of the nail polish on her inch-long fingernails, and on her toenails, matched the color of her lip gloss. Her eyelashes looked almost an inch long, so they were probably false, and her black eyeliner and dark-smoky eye shadow gave her the smoldering look that she had, obviously, worked very hard to create. In addition to the slutty shoes, the woman was wearing a shinny-black satin, short-sleeved bolero jacket over a sheer-black top, with the hint of a black-lace bra underneath. A tight, mid-thigh length, black leather mini-skirt and shear-black, back-seamed, Cuban-heeled stockings completed her outfit. She had a figure that I guessed to be about 36-26-34 with nice, C-cup breasts. All-in-all, she looked to be a rather pretty soccer mom, whose current choice of clothing and makeup practically screamed the words "Look at me guys! I'm being a total slut tonight!". I looked at the thirty-something woman's hands and saw that she was not wearing any rings on her fingers. Her only jewelry appeared to be a pair of small, gold stud earrings. The only accessory to her wardrobe was a very small, shinny-black purse. I thought to myself, "Yep, this one's a married soccer mom, for sure!" As I turned back to my beer, Psycho, my tall, willowy, redheaded girlfriend, walked into the bar. She said hello to Suzy and then came over to me. Psycho smiled, said hello to Chops and Winger, and kissed me on the cheek. She said in her husky, sexy voice, "Looks like we've got another customer at the bar tonight, Prez." I sighed and answered, "Yes. Yes, it does." I continued, "Thankfully, there's only one of them tonight." Psycho was wearing her denim "property patch" vest, skintight denim jeans, and a pair of 3" spiked-heel, black leather ankle boots. She had her own motorcycle and was, actually, a full-fledged, voting member of the club. She insisted, however, on wearing a property patch vest, because she said that it made us look a lot more like a real outlaw biker club. I suspected that Psycho had watched way too many Hell's Angels movies in her younger days. Psycho laughed gaily and said, "Well, Prez, it's a dirty job, but someone's got to do it!" She continued, "Duty calls. I'm going to go over to talk to her." As she was walking away, she added, over her shoulder, "Since it's obvious that none of you guys are going to do it!" I smiled to myself and shook my head as I watched Psycho's ass wiggle away in those skintight denim jeans. Her hips were slim, but she had a well-padded, apple-bottom ass, that I never got tired of watching. I loved Psycho dearly, but I also knew that the trouble that the club was having was partially her fault. A couple of minutes later, Buck came back into the bar from the parking lot. He had gone outside to have a look around, right after the thirty-something woman had walked into the bar. Buck walked over to me and said, "Our platinum-blonde's minivan is registered to an Eric Robert Williams and a Mary Anne Williams, from a couple of towns over. Mary Anne is 35-years-old, and her husband is 40-years-old. Do their names mean anything to you, Prez?" I shook my head and answered, "No, I don't recognize the names, Buck." Winger and Chops shook their heads "no", as well. Buck said, "Well, their other car is parked right across the street. I assume that Mr. Williams is the guy that's sitting behind the wheel right now, and that he's waiting for his wife." I said, "I suspect that you're right, Buck." I continued, "Why don't you ask the other guys if they know anything about these people?" Buck said, "O.K., Prez." Then he, along with Winger and Chops, walked to the back of the bar. The rest of the guys from the club were hanging out back there, next to the pool tables. Buck was a private investigator in real life. From what I had seen, he appeared to be a damn good one. Buck had the connections to find out who the owner of the minivan was from the van's license plate number. He was also able to get the information about the minivan owner's other vehicles. Psycho was still talking to the thirty-something woman when Buck came back over with Digger. Both men were laughing and Digger said, "I know who she is, Prez." He continued, "Believe it, or not, she's my daughter's kindergarten teacher." If I had been drinking my beer when Digger said that, I probably would have choked. As it was, I looked up at Digger in disbelief and said, "Are you kidding me?!" Digger grinned and answered, "No, Prez. I'm not kidding you." He continued, "I didn't recognize her at first, because of the bleach-blonde hair, the slutty clothes, and all that makeup." He finished, "But, that's definitely her." I said, "Do you think that she'll recognize you, Digger?" Digger laughed and said, "Nah, no way, Prez! With this bandana on my head, the eye patch, the big gold earring, and my three-day old beard, my own mother wouldn't recognize me!" I sighed and looked up at the ceiling. Then, I took a deep breath and said, "Great, our first kindergarten teacher!" I continued, "Do you guys believe this?!" Buck and Digger just laughed and walked back to join the rest of the guys by the pool tables. A few minutes later, Psycho walked over with the thirty-something woman. Our kindergarten teacher must have literally drenched herself in perfume that night, because I could smell her while she was still ten feet away from me. Psycho said, "Margo, I'd like to introduce you to the club's president. We call him Prez, for short." Psycho continued, "Prez, this is Margo." She finished, "Margo, Prez." I force a smile and said, "So, Margo, what brings you to our friendly little biker bar this evening?" Margo smiled innocently, like a damsel in minor distress, and said cheerfully, "Oh, I'm having car trouble. I'll be stuck here, for a few hours, until my boyfriend comes to pick me up." Margo didn't appear to be at all nervous about being stuck in a biker bar with us for a few hours. I said, "Well, since you're going to be stuck here for a while, would you like to join us, in the back, to shoot some pool?" Margo smiled brightly and said, "Oh, yes! Thank you! I'd love to!" She continued, "I don't want to have to just sit here at the bar all night, getting hit on by strangers." I smiled at that, and Psycho and I walked Margo back to the pool tables, to introduce her to the rest of the club's members. In the back of the bar, four of the guys were playing bridge, and Hacker and A.J. were in the middle of a game of chess. Digger was watching the chess game intently, and Shark was busy reading the Wall Street Journal. The other three guys were talking politics. Psycho told the guys that Margo wanted to shoot some pool, so the guys talking politics got up to join her. When Margo started playing pool with the guys, I pulled Psycho aside so that we could talk in private. I told her, "That woman's real name is Mary Anne Williams. She's a 35-years-old, married, kindergarten teacher, that lives a couple of towns over from here." Psycho smiled and said, "Well, I found out that she's on the pill, and that she's wearing black lace thong panties and a matching black lace garter belt!" I laughed and said, "That's good! I'm thinking about making it a new rule that women are no longer going to be allowed into the clubhouse, unless they're wearing panties." Psycho snorted, in a rather unladylike way, and said, "Yeah, right." I said, "Hey, all of these horny women, coming in here every weekend to get gangbanged, are putting a real strain on the membership." I continued, "Did you know that the busiest night of the week at The Bucket of Blood is now Monday night? And, football season has barely even started yet! A lot of the guys are telling me that it's just too stressful for them to come in here on the weekends anymore." I finished, "Besides, if these women aren't going to provide us with a trophy for the wall, then we should throw them out and tell them not to come back again until they're wearing their panties. After all, there are plenty more of these horny soccer moms out there for us to gangbang every week." It was Psycho's turn to sigh and look up at the ceiling. Then she looked me in the eye and said patiently, "You know, we've already talked about this." I looked her in the eye, for a moment, and then looked away. I mumbled, "I know. I know." Psycho was a beautiful, mature woman. She was tall, at 5'8", and willowy, with thick, curly, dark-red hair that cascaded halfway down her back. Psycho had wide-set intelligent green eyes, and the pale, ivory skin of a real redhead. I knew that Psycho was 40-years-old, but she could have passed for a much younger woman. Her hippie parents had named her Serenity, but we nicknamed her Psycho, because she was a psychologist by profession, and just a little bit on the nutty side. Winger and Chops were playing pool against "Margo" and her partner Reds, when Psycho and I returned to the pool tables. Reds was looking at Margo's shapely ass as she leaned way over the table to make her next shot, but the rest of the guys just looked bored. All of us could see that her sheer-black stockings were thigh-highs, with three-inch opaque bands at the top, and that they were being held up by garter belt straps. Only, Reds, however, seemed to be taking any real interest in the view. As they were playing, Reds said, "It's really warm in here tonight, Margo. Would you like me to hang up your jacket?" Margo smiled and took a long sip from her drink. Then, she answered sweetly, "Why thank you, Reds. It is rather warm in here tonight, isn't it?" When Margo slowly took off her jacket, we could all clearly see that she was wearing a black lace half-cup bra under her sheer-black top. Her perky nipples were clearly visible through the sheer-black top, jutting out proudly above the tops of the half-bra's cups. The bridge players and chess players glanced up, briefly, to look Margo over, then went back to their games. I thought to myself, "This kindergarten teacher really is pretty hot, but the guys just aren't interested tonight." I reflected on what the guys had been telling me and I knew that it was true. We really had been having way too many gangbangs of late. Psycho looked around at the guys in disgust and said in a loud, sharp voice, "Maybe we should all go play pool in the clubhouse." She continued loudly, "After all, we don't want the other customers to make Margo uncomfortable by staring at her." Margo answered sweetly, "Oh, I'd love to go to your clubhouse!" She continued, "But, I have to wait here at the bar for my boyfriend." Psycho smiled and answered, "That's O.K., Margo. Our clubhouse is right downstairs." She continued, "Suzy, the barmaid, will let us know when your boyfriend arrives to pick you up." Margo answered excitedly, "Oh, cool! In that case, let's go!" She continued, "I really don't want to have all of those strangers staring at me." She finished, "I wore this special outfit tonight just for my boyfriend. I was going to meet him at a really hot dance club down in Philadelphia. That is, before my car broke down." Reds chimed in, "Well, Margo, now you can wear your sexy outfit just for us, down in our very private clubhouse!" Psycho motioned for everyone to get up, and led the way down the stairs to our clubhouse. Margo followed Psycho, and strutted her stuff down the steps in those eye catching stockings and slutty shoes. Most of the guys went downstairs reluctantly, and I saw that Hacker and A.J., our two newest prospective members, were hanging back and trying not to be noticed. I frowned and said, "Come on, prospects. You know the drill. All prospects must attend and participate in all of the club's gangbangs." Hacker and A.J. looked at each other and sighed. Without saying a word, they followed me down the stairs. I knew that our two prospects were getting worn out from all of the gangbangs, but the club had a reputation to live down to. Our clubhouse took up the entire basement of the bar, and consisted of one very large room, a small office, and two small restrooms. There were a couple of pool tables in the middle of the large room, and an assortment of chairs and sofas scattered around the walls. We had our own wet bar in one corner, and all of the basement's small windows were covered for privacy. I said to Margo, "It's not often that we can talk a hot girl like you into visiting our clubhouse. Can we take your picture with the gang, so that we can prove to people that a sexy girl like you has actually been down here with us?" A couple of the guys snickered and laughed when I told that big lie, but they choked off their laughter when Psycho glared at them. Margo laughed and squealed, "Oh, I'd love to have my picture taken with you bikers!" She continued, "Will you please make an extra print for me?" We had Margo sit on a corner of one of the pool tables, while everyone else gathered around her. Some of the guys climbed up onto the pool table behind Margo, so that I could get a good, tight shot of all of us together. After I had positioned the camera and set the self-timer I said, "Now, give us a big smile, Margo!" and walked over to get into the photograph. After the photo, most of the guys went over to the bar to get a drink. Reds was the only guy that was really paying any attention to Margo, so Psycho walked over to them and said, "Come on, Margo. Let's play some nine-ball against these guys. I'll bet that we can beat them all night." She said to me, " Come on, Prez. It will be Margo and me against Reds and you. Let's go." I grabbed a pool stick and walked over to the pool table. Psycho was a good player and as it turned out, so was Margo. The women beat Reds and me four games in a row. As if on cue, Psycho said, "You guys really aren't trying very hard. Maybe we should make this game a little more interesting." Reds smiled and said, "And, just what do you have in mind, Psycho?" Psycho smiled back and said, "From now on, every time a team loses a game, each team member has to take off a piece of their clothing." She continued, "Shoes and jewelry don't count." Margo squealed and clapped her hands, "Oh, cool! We're going to play Strip Pool! I've never done that before! You bikers are so naughty!" We started the next game and Psycho sank the nine-ball on her second shot. Reds and I looked at each other and we both took off our denim vests, the one's that had our club's colors on the back. Psycho and Margo stood together and giggled as they watched us. Psycho said to Margo, "These guys are no challenge at all, are they?" During the second game, Psycho didn't sink anything on the break and it was Red's turn to shoot. He made a beautiful combination shot and sank the nine-ball. As Reds and I looked on expectantly, Psycho turned to Margo and said, "Well, it looks like even these guys can get lucky once in a while." Psycho smiled and removed her denim "property patch" vest. She was wearing a tight, white crop top under her vest, that showed off her slender 33-25-29 figure and cute, little A-cup size breasts. Her nipples were erect against the thin fabric of her crop top and it was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra. Margo smiled and slowly removed her sheer-black top. Her breasts were capped with small, rosy-pink areola and her nipples were thick, and jutted out from her beautiful C-cup breasts about 3/8 of an inch. She stuck out her chest and posed proudly for all of us to see. A few of the guys applauded when they saw Margo standing there in her sexy half-cup bra and, finally, came over to watch the game. Margo smiled and strutted her stuff for them, as the guys gathered around the pool table. We started the third game and it took Reds only three shots to sink the nine-ball. Margo shrugged her shoulders and smiled. Then, she reached behind her back to unhook her bra. Psycho stopped her and said, "The guys can already see your pretty nipples, Margo. Why don't you take off your leather skirt, instead?" Trouble at the Biker Bar Margo smiled brightly and said, "O.K. I'll take off my skirt, instead!" Margo unzipped the back of her tight, mid-thigh length, black leather mini-skirt and slowly pushed it down over her hips. I stepped forward and allowed her to lean on my shoulder while she let the skirt drop to the floor. She gracefully stepped out of her skirt, one foot at a time, as the guys cheered. I picked up Margo's skirt and she leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. She giggled and said, "Oh, you're such a gentleman!" We could now see that Margo was wearing a black lace garter belt and black lace thong panties that matched her half-cup bra. She proudly posed, turning from side-to-side and around, as the guys hooted and hollered. Finally, all of the guys gathered around the pool table. Margo's ass looked really good in those thong panties, and I smiled when I saw that she was wearing her panties over her garter belt. It was pretty obvious, to me, that our kindergarten teacher hadn't planned on wearing those panties for very long tonight. Psycho turned to me and slowly pulled her crop top over her head, exposing her cute, firm breasts and her dark-red, succulent nipples. Her nipples were as thick as my little finger and 1/2 an inch long, and they never failed to get my full attention. The guys clapped and whistled for Psycho, as I took her crop top from her hand. She whispered in that husky, sexy voice of hers, "You owe me." While Margo strutted around the pool table and flirted with the guys, it took Reds only three shots to sink the nine-ball in the fourth game. Margo tossed her head and smiled. She said, "Sorry, guys, but I'm not taking off my pretty thong panties yet!" Instead, she again reached behind her back to unhook her half-cup bra. The guys cheered as her bra slipped off of her shoulders, fully exposing her firm, C-cup breasts. Margo smiled back at the guys as she handed me her bra. The guys continued to clap and hoot in appreciation as they watched Margo strut around the pool table with her beautiful breasts now fully exposed. Psycho slowly unzipped her skintight denim jeans and pushed them down over her slim hips. She sat back on the edge of the pool table and lifted her slender legs straight out. I walked over and pulled her denim jeans down to her boots. After pulling off her boots, I removed her denim jeans the rest of the way, and set them aside. Then, I helped her put her boots back on. Psycho sat there on the pool table wearing only her plain, full-cut, white cotton briefs and her 3" spiked-heel, black leather ankle boots. She whispered angrily to me, "I would have worn something sexier tonight, if I had know that I was going to have to take off my panties in front of everyone, just to get a girl naked for you guys!" The guys clapped and whistled for Psycho, as she jumped down off the pool table and posed for them. The women were walking around topless, to the delight of the guys, when we started the fifth game. Reds took three shots to sink the nine-ball, and the guys really cheered and clapped. Margo smiled at the guys and walked over to the pool table. Turning around to face the crowd, she slowly pushed her black lace thong panties down over her hips. She giggled, jumped up to sit on the edge of the pool table, and waited for someone to pull her panties the rest of the way down. It was Reds who quickly volunteered for the job. Margo continued to giggle, and the guys clapped and cheered while Reds slowly removed her panties. He helped her down from the table and she kissed him on the cheek before prancing around the room for all of us to see. Margo has a thick, dark-brown bush, that verified that she was not a natural platinum-blonde, just as I had suspected. Her long, thick inner pussy lips peeked prominently through her thick bush and her puffy, outer pussy lips, when she stood with her back against the pool table and her legs slightly spread.. Psycho walked over and stood next to Margo. She pushed her briefs down over her slender hips, and jumped up to sit on the edge of the pool table. She looked at me, and I went over to slowly pull her briefs the rest of the way off. As I started to remove Psycho's briefs, she put her arms around my neck and whispered, "Remember, you owe me." She continued, "I really shouldn't have had to work this hard to get a woman naked in front of you guys." I whispered back, "I know. I know." I continued, "I'll make it up to you. I promise." Psycho's bush was a luxuriant growth of thick, dark-red hair. She had been thinking about getting a full bikini wax. I had managed, however, to convince her that a natural redhead's bush was a thing of beauty and should be kept fully intact for her lover. That lover being me, of course. Her long, thick inner pussy lips extended invitingly down below her dark-red bush. I was very tempted to run my fingers through her thick bush and down over her pussy, right then and there. Psycho jumped down from the pool table and stood next to Margo. The guys cheered again and looked on expectantly. Reds smiled and said, "You ladies are going to lose again, you know, if we play another game." Psycho answered defiantly, "I don't think so, Reds." Reds said, "Well, you ladies don't have any more clothes to lose, Psycho." Psycho put her hands on her hips, tossed her head defiantly, and said, "Oh, really, Reds? So what?" Reds laughed and said, "Well, the next time that you two lose, you're both going to have to entertain us!" All of the guys cheered and Psycho said in mock anger, "Entertain you?! What do you mean by that, Reds?!" Reds answered, "Like I just said, you're both going to have to entertain us!" He continued, "You're both going to have to dance for us!" The guys all hooted and hollered again, and Psycho said, "O.K. But what if we win?" Reds laughed and answered, "Oh, don't worry about that, Psycho! You're not going to win!" The next game was over quickly, as Reds sank the nine-ball on his second shot. The guys cheered and Reds yelled, "We win again!" He finished, "It's show time, ladies!" The two women turned to each other and smiled, as I motioned for Hacker to turn on the jukebox. When the music started, the two women turned to face us, and began to dance. Both women were good dancers and the guys were really enjoying the hot show that they were putting on for us. The women were proudly displaying all of their womanly assets and slowly running their hands over their own bodies as they strutted to the music from the jukebox. About halfway through the first song, Psycho danced up behind Margo and put her arms around Margo's waist. Margo smiled and pressed herself back against Psycho, as the kindergarten teacher put her hands behind her head and thrust out her chest. The two women danced with Margo proudly displaying her beautiful breasts for all to see and appreciate. Psycho leaned her head forward and kissed Margo on the side of her neck, then she slowly moved her hands up from Margo's waist to cradle the platinum-blonde's firm C-cup breasts. After that, the two women stopped dancing and just swayed to the music. Psycho was really working on Margo's neck and I was sure that the platinum-blonde was going to have one hell of a hickey there in the morning. The guys loved it and were hooting and hollering for more. When the second song started, Psycho turned to the side and pulled Margo around so that the two women were face-to-face. The women began to gently kiss and soon they were French-kissing in front of the guys. Psycho slowly ran both of her hands down Margo's back and cupped her ass cheeks. The women slowly dry humped against each other as they continued their tongue-kiss. Psycho slowly kissed her way down Margo's body, stopping to lick her firm C-cup breasts and gently suck Margo's nipples into her mouth, one-at-a-time. Moving one of her hands to Margo's crotch, Psycho gently ran her fingers through Margo's thick, dark-brown bush and caressed her vulva. Margo threw her head back and spread her legs wide as Psycho slowly massaged the platinum-blonde's pussy. The guys continued to show their appreciation by clapping and cheering. Between the second and third song, Psycho stood and helped Margo to sit down on the edge of the pool table. Psycho stood alongside of Margo and spread our platinum-blonde guest's beautiful legs wide open. Margo smiled brazenly, while cupping her own firm breasts with her hands and proudly holding them out. As the guys hooted and cheered, Psycho smiled broadly and took a bow as she displayed our kindergarten teacher's beautiful breasts and pussy for all of us to see. Still standing alongside of Margo, Psycho put an arm around our guest and began to French-kiss her again. With her other hand, she reached between Margo's wide spread legs and gently massaged her vulva. I motioned for Hacker to turn to volume down on the jukebox. When he did, we could hear Margo moaning softly between Psycho's deep tongue-kisses. Margo threw her head back and gasped as Psycho slowly inserted one of her long, slender fingers into the kindergarten teacher's slit. Psycho tongue-kissed Margo again, and began to slowly slid her finger in-and-out of Margo's pussy. Psycho slipped a second, slim finger into our guest's slit while the women passionately kissed. Between kisses, Margo moaned as Psycho's two fingers slid slowly in-and-out of the platinum-blonde's pussy. Margo was moaning and breathing heavily when Psycho laid our guest down her back on top of the pool table. Psycho climbed up onto the table alongside of Margo and slowly kissed her way down the kindergarten teacher's beautiful body, from her mouth to her crotch. Psycho spread Margo's beautiful legs wide and knelt between them. Slowly, Psycho nuzzled Margo's thick, dark-brown bush with her nose. Psycho turned her head to face the guys and smiled seductively while she deeply inhaled Margo's womanly scent. The guys cheered and clapped while they watched Psycho's performance. Psycho slowly licked Margo's vulva while the platinum-blonde rolled her head from side-to-side and softly moaned. Psycho continued to lick and suck away at Margo's pussy while the kindergarten teacher's moans grew louder and louder. In a few minutes, our guest thrashed her legs in the air while she spasmed and shouted, "Ohhhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhh! Oh! Yes!" The guys hooted and cheered as Psycho rocked herself back on her heels away from Margo's pussy. Psycho grinned and licked her lips and the guys cheered and clapped even louder as she showed off for them. Psycho called for me to join them, so I climbed up on the pool table to take her place between Margo's beautiful wide spread legs. Psycho kissed me on the mouth, then moved to face away from me and straddle our guest's face with her slender legs. Slowly, Psycho lowered her pussy down to Margo's waiting mouth. I rubbed my nose in Margo's wet bush and inhaled her musky, womanly scent. The guys clapped and yelled, "Eat her out, Prez!" and "Make her cum again!" Someone yelled, "Show her what a man can do with that hot pussy!" Slowly, I licked Margo's entire vulva, while Psycho rubbed her pussy up-and-down on Margo's face. I alternated between nibbling on a spot on Margo's inner thigh, and licking between her long, thick inner pussy lips. My goal was to give her another one of the club's trademark hickeys, along with her next orgasm. When I thought that I had sucked and nibbled on Margo's thigh long enough to give her a good hickey, I began to concentrate on her clit. I alternated between lazily swirling my tongue around her clit in small circles, and sucking it completely into my mouth. Within a few minutes, Margo bucked hard against my face and I heard her muffled moans from between Psycho's thighs. My face was covered with Margo's musky, womanly juices when I got up from between her wide spread legs. I began removing my own clothes, and saw Psycho's frown as she looked back at me over her shoulder. Psycho slowly climbed off of Margo's face when I approached her. As I fed my eight-inch long, two-inch thick, rock-hard cock into Margo's wet mouth, Psycho whispered in her husky, sexy voice, "You really owe me big time, mister." I raised my eyebrows and answered, "I'll take care of you in a little while, I promise." Psycho answered, "You had better!" as she climbed down from the pool table. I let Margo suck on my cock for a little while, as I massaged her beautiful, firm breasts and tweaked her thick nipples. Then, I moved back down the pool table and knelt between her legs again. Smiling down at her, I said, "Spread your legs, Margo! It's party time!" Margo laughed gaily and giggled as she spread her shapely legs wide open for me, while the guys hooted and hollered. Moving forward, I took Margo's hand and put it around my hard-on. She smiled seductively and blew me a kiss as she guided my erect manhood to the entrance of her slit. Slowly, I eased my rock-hard cock into her warm, wet pussy. Margo accepted my fully erect cock fairly easily, as I pushed myself into her slit to my full length. She smiled up at me and giggled, "Oh! You've got a bigger cock than I'm used to taking!" I laughed and said, "The Buccaneer's Motorcycle Club aims to please, Margo!" I continued, "Just wait until Meat takes his turn with you!" The guys gave me a round of applause when they heard that. I quickly established a strong, steady rhythm as I thrust my rock-hard cock in-and-out of Margo's warm, wet pussy. Within a few minutes, she began to breath heavily and I increased the force of my thrusts. With my weight supported by one arm, I began to kneed her firm breasts and roll her thick nipples between my fingers. Margo's breath became more ragged and within a couple of more minutes she spasmed hard beneath me, while her pussy contracted, momentarily, around my rock-hard cock. She yelled, "Ohhhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhh! Oh, yes!" I continued to thrust my hard-on into Margo's warm, wet pussy. Within a minute of her orgasm, I spasmed and shot my load of hot cum deep inside of her. I spasmed two more times and then leaned back and slowly withdrew my softening cock from her warm, wet slit. Before I could climb down from the pool table, Reds climbed up and put his dick in Margo's mouth. She took Reds into her mouth as far as she could, and was sucking happily away as I walked over to Psycho. The still naked Psycho was wearing her half-frame reading glasses and looking down at her clipboard. She said, "I've got Meat on deck, waiting for Reds to finish his turn." She continued, "Meat's going to cum in Margo's mouth and then fuck her pussy." She continued, "Oh, yeah, and Hacker will plant a hickey on her ass while she's busy blowing Meat." She smiled at me and finished, "That farm boy sure has a big plow, doesn't he?!" She finished, "And, he's got a lot of stamina, just like you, Sweetie!" She looked back down at her clipboard and said, "Next, I have Chops and Winger lined up for the first regular three-way, and Shark and Buck lined up for first anal......" I cut Psycho off in mid-sentence and said, "Enough with the clipboard, already," as I took the clipboard from her hands. Psycho started to protest, until she saw the look of determination on my face. Then, she smiled sweetly and said, "Ooh! I just love it when you get all 'alpha male' on me!" I laughed and Psycho giggled. Then she sighed and said, "Honestly though! I don't know why I'm going through so much trouble for a woman that couldn't eat pussy if her life depended on it!" Psycho took my offered hand, and we walked over to one of the sofas together. She said, "Give me a minute, Sweetie. I'll be right back," as she headed off to the Ladies' Room. When she came back, she knelt down in front of me and washed my cock with a warm, soapy cloth. While Psycho washed me, I said, "I take it that our kindergarten teacher wasn't very good at returning your favors, was she?" Psycho looked up at me and said in exasperation, "That girl doesn't know the first thing about eating pussy!" I wiped my face and dried myself with the towel that Psycho had brought from the Ladies' Room. In my most soothing voice, I said, "That's all right. I'll take care of you, Serenity." I continued, "Now, come here, woman!" as I sat down on the big, comfortable sofa. Pulling Psycho onto my lap, we cuddled for a while and watched as Reds took his turn with Margo. He was banging her in the good ol' missionary position, and she was rolling her head from side-to-side and moaning. Psycho said, "I told Reds to give her a big hickey on the top of one of Margo's breasts." She continued, "The husbands love it when their slut wives come home to them with those hickeys all over their bodies." I sighed and said, "I think that it's time to put an end to all of this regimentation, Serenity." Before Psycho could answer, I kissed her on the mouth and ran my hand gently down over her well-formed breasts. Her breast were small, but firm, with those thick, sensitive nipples that I loved so much. At 40-years-old, Psycho was a dozen years older than me, but I was still crazy about her. I'm not completely sure if the attraction between us was because of her age, or in spite of it. I'm leaning, however, towards in spite of our age difference. Psycho, or Serenity, as I always called her in private, was one of the very few women with whom I could have fantastic sex, and then have an intelligent conversation with afterwards. Admittedly, our relationship was a bit unconventional, as was Psycho herself. As the only child of a couple of 1960's hippies, she had her own ideas about relationships. We didn't live together, but for all intents and purposes, she was my woman. I knew that she wasn't having sex with any other guys, even though she insisted that we had an "open relationship", and her bisexually didn't really bother me. Our relationship was even kind of strange to me. As an alpha male, I would never even consider sharing her with another man. But, I really had no strong feelings about the fact that she occasionally engaged in lesbian sex with other women. We had talked about that, and Serenity said that as an alpha male, I really didn't consider other women to be any kind of a threat to my manhood. We cuddled and watched as Reds brought Margo to orgasm, and shot his load into her pussy. When he was finished, Meat climbed up onto the pool table and showed Margo his ten-and-a-half-inch long, two-inch thick monster dick. While Margo gasped at the size of Meat's huge cock, I turned my attentions back to Psycho. As I slowly ran my fingers through Psycho's thick, dark-red bush, she tongue-kissed me and spread her slender legs wider to give me full access to her vulva. I suppose that it was part of her hippie upbringing, but Psycho was very comfortable with being nude, and even having sex in front of other people. She didn't go out of her way to expose herself in public, so I didn't consider her to be an exhibitionist. It was just that when it came to being naked in public, Psycho, really didn't much care, one-way-or-the-other. Psycho was almost purring as I gently massaged her long, thick, inner pussy lips. As she was already aroused and wet from Margo's very inexperienced attentions, I broke our kiss and gently laid my woman down on the sofa. I put a cushion behind Psycho's shoulders and spread her beautiful, slender legs wide, placing one of her ankles over the back of the sofa. I smiled and licked my lips as I looked down at her thick, dark-red bush and long, thick, inner pussy lips. Psycho laughed and said, "Stop staring at my pussy and get to work, mister! Remember, you owe me big time!" Kneeling between Psycho's beautiful, slender legs, I nuzzled her thick, dark-red bush with my nose. I teased her while I inhaled her intoxicating, musky, womanly scent. Trouble at the Biker Bar Psycho giggled and said in her husky, sexy voice, "Stop teasing me and get down to business already!" I laughed and started to kiss her all over her vulva. Slowly, I licked her long, thick, inner pussy lips. Separating her lips with my tongue, I gently licked the inside of her warm, wet slit from bottom to top. Psycho moaned and started to squeeze my head between her slender legs. Spreading her beautiful legs wide apart again, I gently nibbled on her long, thick, inner pussy lips. I took them into my mouth, one-at-a-time, and chewed on them using only my lips. Psycho was beginning to breath heavily when I started running my tongue in circles around her clit. When she put her hands on the back of my head and pulled my face into her crotch, I started to lick her erect clit directly. Within a few minutes, as I gently sucked her clit into my mouth, Psycho convulsed against my face and moaned loudly, " Ahhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhh!" I looked up and saw that her pretty face was flushed and that she was trying to catching her breath. Psycho smiled down at me and said sexily, "That was very, very good, Sweetie! But, you still owe me!" Blowing Psycho a kiss, I laughed and glanced over at the pool table. I saw that Meat was holding Margo's head steady in his hands, and from the look of bliss on his face, I was pretty sure that he was filling her mouth with his hot cum. As the gangbang was proceeding nicely, I turned my attentions back to Psycho. Lowering my face to Psycho's crotch again, I pulled on her long, thick, inner pussy lips with my lips. Her slit was very wet with her musky, womanly juices. I savored her scent and slightly salty taste, as I slowly licked around and between her inner pussy lips. Slowly pushing a finger into Psycho's warm, wet pussy, I felt for her g-spot while I ran my tongue in circles around her erect clit. She moaned softly and pushed back against my face with her hips. Pushing a second finger into Psycho's wet slit, I licked her clit more forcefully. Psycho moaned and hooked her long, slender legs around my back. Thrusting and rotating my fingers inside of Psycho's warm, wet slit, I began to rub her erect clit with my thumb, while I planted wet kisses all over her thighs and vulva. She breath quickened and she began to moan louder. Within a few minutes, Psycho spasmed, while her pussy momentarily contracted around my fingers. She moaned loudly, "Ahhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh!" I raised my head and gently withdrew my fingers from she warm, wet pussy. Kneeling back, I saw that Psycho's face and gently heaving chest were flushed red and covered with a thin, glistening sheen of sweat. She smiled at me and I moved up the sofa and kissed her gently on the mouth. Our gentle kiss quickly turned into a French-kiss while we cuddled together on the sofa. A loud yell from Margo caught our attention. We broke our kiss and both turned to see that our platinum-blonde kindergarten teacher was writhing on the pool table, while Meat was vigorously pumping his huge cock in-and-out of her pussy. Meat yelled, "I'm not through with your hot pussy yet, baby!" as he continued to thrust his hard-on deep into her slit. The guys standing around the pool table clapped and cheered. As Psycho and I watched from the sofa, she said, "Well, it's nice to see that after I got things started, the guys finally got into the spirit of the gangbang." I smiled wanly and shook my head, but I didn't say a word. Psycho looked at me seriously and continued, "You know, as well as I do, that someone has to provide these women with a place where they can go to be happy, trampy, hoochie mamas, every once in a while. There's no other place, within a fifty mile radius of here, where a horny soccer mom can go dressed like a total slut to be a jizzbunny for the evening." I chuckled as we watched Meat continue to fuck Margo fast and hard on top of the pool table. Turning my attentions back to Psycho, I said, "So, are we even now?" Psycho smiled as she took my rock-hard, eight-inch long, two-inch thick cock into her slender hand and said seductively, "We're almost even now, Sweetie." Putting my arms around her, we slowly French-kissed as she laid back down on the sofa. Moving down between Psycho's beautiful, slender, wide spread legs, I knelt as she took my rock-hard cock in her hand and guided my erection to the entrance of her wet slit. Slowly, I eased my stiff cock all the way into her warm, wet, tight pussy. Psycho smiled and sighed in pleasure as she held her arms out to embrace me. Carrying most of my weight on one arm, I leaned down and kissed her hard on the mouth. She kissed me back passionately and slipped her lithe tongue between my lips. We had been lovers for some time, so I knew exactly how to satisfy Psycho's needs. Establishing a strong, steady rhythm, I thrust my rock-hard cock in-and-out of her warm, wet, tight pussy. While we French-kissed, I fondled her firm breasts with my free hand. Psycho's long, thick, succulent nipples were very sensitive, and I took special care to gently rub my thumbs across them and roll them between my thumb and fingers. Her breathing quickened as I bent my head to lick slowly around her nipples and suck them into my mouth one-at-a-time. As she held my head and pulled my face into her bosom, I quickened the pace of my thrusts into her warm, wet pussy. Psycho breathed faster and started to moan softly. Within a couple of minutes her slender legs fluttered and she spasmed beneath me. She moaned loudly, "Ahhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhh! Ohhhhh!" and then lay still. After kissing Psycho on the mouth, I pulled away and smiled down at her. I asked, "Are we even now?" Psycho looked up at me and smiled. She held my face in her hands and kissed me back. Then, she said softly, "Yes, Sweetie. We're even now." My cock was still rock-hard as I slowed my rhythm, and continued to thrust in-and-out of Psycho's warm, wet pussy. As we continued to make love, I was startled to hear a lilting, girlish voice right next to me say, "Hi, guys! How are you doing?" Turning my head, I saw that it was Meat's fiancée, Charlotte. She was a cute, petite, blue-eyed blonde, and she was dressed tonight in her very naughty, little schoolgirl outfit. Serenity answered, "Hi, Charlotte! We're doing just fine, thank you! How are you?" Charlotte said, "Now that I'm finally off work, I'm doing just great!" Charlotte was an emergency room nurse at the local hospital. That's where she had first met Meat, after he had had a minor accident while working on the farm. I couldn't believe this. With intentional annoyance in my voice I said, "Excuse me, Charlotte! But as you can see, we're kind of busy here right now!" Charlotte giggled and put her hands over her mouth. She said, "Oh! Sorry, Prez!" She finished, "I'll talk to you later, Psycho!" as she waved at us and walked away. Psycho called after her, "I'll talk to you later, Charlotte." She added, "Why don't you be a dear, and bring the punch-list on my clipboard up to date for me?" Charlotte called back in her girlish voice, "O.K., Psycho!" I thought to myself, "Oh my god! Not the clipboard again! These gangbangs are really getting to be too much already!" Glancing over at the pool table, I saw that Meat had finished his turn with Margo, and Chops was just pulling his hard cock out of her mouth. As Chops positioned Margo doggie-style on the pool table, Winger knelt in front of her and put his dick into her mouth. Turning my attentions back to Psycho, I saw the laughter in her beautiful, intelligent, wide-set green eyes. I couldn't help but smile when I looked down at my girl, and I quickly smothered her with warm, wet kisses. Psycho began to giggle, so I turned my attention back to her long, thick, sensitive nipples. It only took a couple of minutes before Psycho's breathing began to quicken again. Slowing the rhythm of my thrusts, I increased the length of my strokes in-and-out of her warm, wet pussy. Pulling almost all of the way out of her slit, I forcefully thrust all the way back in, rocking Psycho's body forward as I pushed my rock-hard cock to its full length into her warm, wet pussy. Pulling hard on Psycho's long, thick, sensitive nipples with my lips, she began to breath harder and moan louder. Continuing the long, strong thrusts of my rock-hard cock into her pussy, and the action of my mouth on her hard, thick nipples, it only took a few minutes for Psycho to convulse beneath me again. Her slender legs flailed in the air, and she let her arms drop from around my back as she moaned loudly, "Ahhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh!" Within seconds, I pushed my rock-hard cock all the way into her warm, wet pussy and spasmed. I groaned and spasmed two more times before my own orgasm was complete. Looking down at Psycho, I saw that her the ivory skin of her face and chest were flushed red and that she was covered with a thin, glistening sheen of sweat. She smiled, put her arms around me again, and pulled me to her. We kissed and cuddled as my cock grew soft within her warm, very wet pussy. Leaning back, I withdrew my now soft cock from Psycho's warm, wet slit, and pulled her up to sit beside me. I put my arms around her and we cuddled as we cooled down from our lovemaking. On the pool table, Chops was riding Margo doggie-style, while Winger still had his dick in her mouth. Soon, we saw Margo spasm, but her moans were muffled by Winger's hard dick. Within seconds of Margo's spasms, Chops thrust his hips into her and groaned loudly. Winger had his head back and his eyes closed as he thrust into Margo's mouth. I was certain that he was filling her mouth with another load of hot cum. Psycho kissed me on the cheek and said, "I've got to get back to work, Sweetie." With that, Psycho got up from the sofa. She retrieved her briefs and gracefully stepped into them. Psycho smiled and blew me a kiss before she walked over to Charlotte to get her clipboard. I sighed and got up from the sofa to retrieved my own clothes. I put on my shorts and denim jeans, then walked over to stand behind Psycho, who was in front of the pool table. Shark and Buck were starting to take their turn with Margo. Shark was just pulling his hard cock out of her mouth when I arrived. After Shark had positioned our kindergarten teacher on her hands and knees again, he moved back to kneel behind her. Shark made quite a show of pouring some lubrication onto his fingers, while the guys laughed and applauded. Then, he squeezed some of the lube out onto Margo's ass and slowly began to work a single finger into her asshole. Margo had her eyes closed and was mumbling softly, "Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass! I want it in my ass!" as Shark slowly worked his finger in-and-out of her sphincter. Everyone in the club liked to tease Shark about his love of anal sex and his profession. We told him that being a lawyer, in real life, was the perfect profession for him, since he enjoyed sticking it up people's asses so much. While Shark was working on Margo's ass, Buck climbed up onto the pool table and knelt down in front of her face. She opened her eyes wide when Buck took her chin in his hand and fed his swollen cock into her mouth. Standing behind Psycho, I put my arms around her waist and kissed her gently on the shoulder. She had put on her half-frame reading glasses again, and was busy studying her clipboard. I whispered in her ear, "Don't you think that we're getting to be a bit too regimented with all of these gangbangs, Serenity?" My girl answered, "I think that it's very important that we conduct these gangbangs the right way." Psycho continued, "There's no other place around here where these women can go to be the slut wives that their wimp husbands want them to be." She finished, "Where else can these women go to get gangbanged, creampied, and cuckold the men that they married? Do you have any idea how many marriages we've saved since this club started gangbanging these soccer moms on a regular basis?" I sighed and Psycho turned around to face me. With her half-frame reading glasses still perched on the end of her pretty nose, she looked into my eyes and said, "You know that there aren't that many alpha males out there. And, you know that there are an awful lot of wimp husbands around here that want their hot wives to go out and pull a train, and then come home with their pussies full of other men's sperm." She finished, "We're providing a community service here! And I, for one, want this club to do our best to provide that service in the right way." I sighed and said, "I think that we should talk about this, again, later, Serenity." Psycho smiled at me and said, "All right, Sweetie," as she kissed me on the cheek. Then, she turned back to the pool table and her clipboard. On the pool table, Shark was slowly easing his hard-on into Margo's ass, while Buck was holding his cock steady in her mouth. Margo's eyes were wide open, but she couldn't make a sound because her mouth was full of dick. I could see that, once again, the green felt of our pool table was going to be smeared with cum. I had bought a couple of futons for the clubhouse, but most of these women wanted to be gangbanged on the pool tables. I guess that most of them just wanted to follow the old the old biker bar tradition, but our pool tables were taking an awful beating. Psycho turned to me and said, "O.K., I've got Squid, Jarhead, Digger, Hacker and A.J. lined up for a six-way, right after Shark and Buck are through with their anal three-way." She continued, "Jarhead is going to fuck Margo's pussy, while Squid takes her in the ass, and Digger cums in her mouth. Hacker and A.J. will get the two handjobs." Shaking my head, I walked over to the bar to get myself a beer. I said to myself, "That does it! I'm definitely going to make some changes around here very soon!" Hacker and A.J. were standing at the bar and it was obvious that they weren't happy. I sighed and said, "What's wrong, guys?" Neither one of the prospects answered me, so I continued, "Come on, guys. Spill it." Hacker complained, "Psycho has us both down for handjobs in the six-way, again." I sighed and looked up at the ceiling. I thought to myself, "I seem to be sighing and looking up at the ceiling a lot these days." Finally, I said, "She does that because you're both still prospects." I continued, "Look, guys. Show the kindergarten teacher a good time tonight and I'll nominate you both for full membership in the club, at the next monthly meeting." Hacker's and A.J.'s faces brightened and I added, "Just so you know, I'm also declaring a moratorium on these organized gangbangs, until after our next monthly meeting." I continued, "Any women that come in here on Saturday night are just going to have to come back another time to get gangbanged." Hacker and A.J. were both smiling now. A.J. said, "Thanks, Prez! But, you know that Psycho isn't going to like your moratorium, at all!" I answered, "I know. But, all of these gangbangs are putting way too much stress on the guys." I continued, "Our next monthly meeting is scheduled for Wednesday. At the meeting, I'm going to propose that, from now on, we hold these gangbangs only on Friday nights, and that we accept no more than two women per night." I finished, "Then, maybe, the guys can start coming in again on Saturday nights, to have a good time with their wives and girlfriends." Hacker and A.J. were both laughing now. Hacker said, "So, Prez, what do we tell the women that show up tomorrow night to be our cum buckets?" I laughed and said, "Interview them, if you want. Tell them that if they want a gangbang, they'll have to, first, make an appointment with Psycho, and then come back again on a Friday night." I continued, "Go ahead and audition them for a gangbang, if you're in the mood." I finished, "That might appease some of these horny women and their wimp husbands, for a little while." A.J. laughed and said, "Psycho is going to kill you in your sleep, you know." I laughed and answered, "She won't be happy, but I think that she'll listen to reason." I continued, "She can see the strain that all of these gangbangs are placing on the members. I know that she wants us to service all of the cumslut wannabes in the area, but there's only so much that one biker club can do." I finished, "Please pass the word along to the other guys." I walked back over to the pool table and saw that Shark and Buck were getting close to finishing their anal three-way with our platinum-blonde kindergarten teacher. Psycho glanced up from her clipboard and said, "After the six-way, I'm......" Cutting her off in mid-sentence, I said firmly, "Give me the clipboard, Serenity. Right now." I continued in the same firm voice, "I'm serious. Give me the clipboard." I finished, "I think that you should come home with me tonight. We really do need to talk." Psycho frowned and handed me the clipboard. She gave me her best little girl pout and said, "O.K., Sweetie." Psycho was far from a docile woman, but, by this time, even she was beginning to suspect that her over organization of the club's gangbangs had gone too far. Even she was beginning to suspect that changes needed to be made and she knew that I, as the club's president, was the one that was going to start making those changes. Shark was still kneeling behind Margo, banging away in her ass, while Buck knelt in front of her with his cock in her mouth. Margo's platinum-blonde hair was matted and she was drenched in sweat. Her C-cup breast swayed back-and-forth and sweat dripped off of her erect nipples, like water from melting icicles on a warm spring day. I could see gobs of white cum running down the insides of Margo's sweaty thighs and dripping onto the green felt of the pool table. Shark yelled, "Here comes my load, baby!" as he pushed his cock all the way up into Margo's ass and grunted. Margo slipped and probably would have fallen, if Buck's cock were not in her mouth to hold her up. As Margo regained her balance, Buck yelled, "Get ready! Here comes my load, Margo! Swallow it all, like a good girl!" Then, he pumped his load of hot cum into her mouth. Margo gagged a little, but managed to swallow every drop of Buck's cum. Psycho saw how heavily Margo was perspiring, and told A.J. to get her a bottle of cold water from the refrigerator behind the bar. After the guys took their cocks out of her sweating body, Margo sat down on the pool table and gulped down the water. Psycho told her, "Now, we've got a six-way lined up for you, Margo." Margo's mouth dropped open and her eyes grew wide when she realized what Psycho had just said. Psycho looked down at Margo and said patiently, "Well, are you ready for some hot six-way action, girl?" The expression on Margo's face was like that of a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car. But, to her credit, she only thought about it for a few seconds before she smiled and answered, "Six-way sex?!" She continued, "Oh, yeah! I'm ready for that! Bring it on! Bring'm all on!" With that, Jarhead climbed up onto the pool table and laid down on his back. He looked up at Margo and said, "O.K., girl! Let's get started! Lube me up with your mouth and then climb aboard!" Margo tossed her head and laughed. Then, she bent her head down and took Jarhead's erection into her mouth. After sucking on his cock for a minute, she leaned back and threw her leg across Jarhead's hips, riding him like a cowgirl. Reaching behind her, she took his hard-on into her hand and guided his cock into her dripping pussy. Squid climbed up onto the pool table next, and knelt down behind Margo. She turned her head to watch him as he very slowly eased his rock-hard cock into her ass. Margo winced a little, at first, but smiled as Squid pushed his cock all the way up inside of her. Trouble at the Biker Bar Margo looked confused when Hacker and A.J. climbed up on the pool table and stood on either side of her. Psycho giggled and said, "That's what makes it six-way sex!" She continued, "Grab those two big cocks, girl! You can handle them!" Margo squealed, "Oh, O.K.!" as she reached out for both of our prospect's stiff dicks. Digger climbed up onto the pool table last. He stood in front of Margo's face, with his hard-on pointed directly at her mouth. Margo had a flustered look on her face, but Digger gently put his hand on the back of her head and fed his hard cock into her mouth. To her credit, Margo was willing, but the coordination required for successful six-way sex was beyond her ability. As hard as our kindergarten teacher tried, it just wasn't working. I really wasn't surprised that the six-way sex was going badly. Double-penetration is hard enough by itself. Expecting this woman to handle a DP and three more guys, at the same time, was being overly optimistic. After watching Margo struggle for a little while, I had finally had enough. I said to the guys, "Digger, Hacker, A.J., why don't you take a break?" I continued, "Wait for Jarhead and Squid to do their thing, then the three of you can get back together again, later, with Margo." I finished, O.K., guys?" I know that everyone was relieved by my interruption, as one of the guys said "Good idea, Prez," and the rest of them chimed in their agreement. I saw that Digger, Hacker, and A.J. all breathed sighs of relief as they climbed down from the pool table. Psycho said, "Don't worry, Margo! The guys will be back for their handjobs and blowjob, right after you're done with Jarhead and Squid." To my surprise, Margo became visibly upset as the three guys started to walk away. She yelled, "Wait a minute! One of you come back here right now!" She continued, "I can handle a four-way! I know that I can!" She finished, "I'm just not ready for a six-way, yet!" Digger looked back questioningly at Margo. Margo looked at him and said, "Come on back up here! I can handle you too!" She finished, "I'm not a quitter!" Digger smiled and climbed back up onto the pool table, and everybody clapped in appreciation of Margo's feisty attitude. Digger stood in front of Margo, and she took his cock into her mouth again. It turned out that Margo was right, she could adequately handle the four-way sex, even if she wasn't quite ready six-way sex, just yet. With the four-way in progress, Psycho went over to Reds and said, "Why don't you take another turn with the prospects?" She continued, "I'm sure that Margo will want to have a stiff cock in her mouth, while she gives those two their handjobs." Reds smiled and said, "Sure, Psycho, why not?" Psycho went over to Hacker and A.J., while they were waiting, and said, "Don't forget guys, squirt lots of that artificial spooge in her hair, and don't forget to spill lots of beer on her clothes." She continued, "But, be careful with that nice leather skirt, we don't want to ruin it for her." Buck had once done some PI work for people in the porn industry. One of those people had given him the formula for the artificial spooge that they used in their films. Psycho liked to have the guys squirt a lot of that artificial spooge on the women, towards the end of their gangbangs. She said that it added to the women's total gangbang experience, and that their husbands and boyfriends always loved it. After the aborted six-way sex, I pulled Psycho aside and told her that Margo and the guys could handle the rest of the gangbang on their own. I led her over to one of the sofas and sat her down beside me. I repeated some of what I had already told Hacker and A.J. While we were talking, most of the guys got dressed and went home. I told Psycho, "I've already passed the word along that we're not going to have any organized gangbangs tomorrow night." I continued, "I'm also going to propose, at the next monthly club meeting, that we limit our gangbangs to Friday nights, and that we take on no more than two women per night." Before I could continue, Charlotte came over and sat down on the sofa next to Psycho. Charlotte said, "Is what I just heard true, Prez? Are you really going to limit the club's gangbangs to just Friday nights?" I sighed and answered, "Yes, Charlotte. What you just heard is true." Charlotte hesitated and said in her lilting, little girl voice, "Well, I guess that it will be O.K." She continued, "I just hope that you're not planning on eliminating the gangbangs altogether." "What?" I said in disbelieve. Charlotte repeated, "I just hope that you're not planning on eliminating the gangbangs altogether." She continued, "I love Meat, but he's a big, horny devil, and I just can't take him on, seven days a week, like he wants." She finished, "Every club gangbang gives me a night off, so that I can get some rest." Psycho poked me in the ribs and said, "See! It's just like I've been telling you! These gangbangs are good for the wives and girlfriends of the members, too!" I sighed again and thought for a little while before I answered Psycho. Finally, I said, "O.K., but what we've got here, right now, is too much of a good thing." I tried appealing to her philosophically by saying, "Remember what was written, thousands of years ago, at the Oracle at Delphi?" I answered my own question by telling her, "'Moderation in all things.'" At that, Psycho was silent, for a time, while she thought about what I had just said. Finally, Psycho sighed and said, "You're right, Sweetie." By that time, Jarhead, Squid and Digger had finished up with Margo, and had dressed and left the clubhouse. Margo was now kneeling in the middle of the pool table with Red's cock in her mouth, and Hacker's and A.J.'s hard cocks in her hands. To my surprise, she was actually doing a pretty good job on all three of them. Her hair was matted, and she was covered in sweat, but Margo's head was bobbing up-and-down enthusiastically on Red's hard-on, while she simultaneously jerked off Hacker and A.J. All three of the guys were smiling, so I knew that everything was now going well. Winger was the only other guy still watching the gangbang. He was a horny character, and I was sure that he was hanging around to take another turn with Margo. On the pool table, Red's was saying things like, "Oh yeah, Margo! That's it, baby! Suck my cock!" as she blew him. Hacker and A.J. were adding their own encouragement. Hacker said, "That's it, Margo! Stroke my cock so that I can cum all over your face!" A.J. added, "Oh yeah! Stroke me, girl! That's it! I'm going to cum soon, all over your beautiful boobs!" Reds came in Margo's mouth and Hacker and A.J. quickly shot their loads onto her face and breasts. When they were all finished, Psycho told Margo to rest on her stomach, while she handed Hacker and A.J. the club's special, temporary tattoos. One, was a "USDA Prime" tattoo for her left ass cheek, and the other was a "Property of Buccaneer's MC" tattoo for her right ass cheek. Whatever inhibitions Margo may have had before trying six-way sex, were totally gone after she had given it a try. After resting for a few minutes, Margo said, "O.K., guys! This gangbang isn't over yet! One of you get over here, right now, with a big, stiff cock!" Winger was ready again and yelled, "Here I come, baby! Get on your back and spread your legs!" Winger had already cum once in Margo's mouth, so for his second turn with her, he wanted pussy. Winger's real name was Walter, but we had nicknamed him "Winger" because of the wing-tip shoes that he always wore to work. I leaned over to Psycho and whispered, "That Winger is one horny little Certified Public Accountant, isn't he?" Psycho giggled and poked me in the ribs with her elbow. After taking on Winger, Margo was still horny. She looked around the room and said, "O.K., guys, whose next?" Psycho looked at Hacker and A.J. and said, "Come on, prospects! One, or both of you, get over there!" Margo heard her and said, "Yes, one of you get over here right now!" She continued, "I heard the Prez say that all prospects must attend and participate in all of the club's gangbangs!" She finished, "So, get over here, right now, and participate!" Hacker and A.J. each took another turn with Margo, using the missionary position. By that time, Margo was finally satisfied. When A.J. had finished with Margo, Psycho went over and handed our kindergarten teacher another bottle of cold water. Psycho said, "Well, Margo, it looks like you've wore out all of the guys that were here tonight!" Margo smiled in satisfaction as she gulped down the water. She said, "Oh, yeah! I knew that I could do it!" Psycho said, "I'll get your clothes, and a few other things." She continued, "After we've talked for a little while, you can get dressed." Margo said, "Wait, is there a place where I can wash up first?" Psycho laughed and answered, "Wouldn't your husband be a lot happier if you came home tonight covered in sweat and other men's cum?" She continued, "Won't he want to smell your stale sweat, and the beer and cum that's been smeared all over your body tonight?" Margo was a little taken back by Psycho's rather crude questions, but I could see that she was thinking it over before she answered. Then, a big smile broke out on Margo's face. She laughed and said, "You're right, Psycho! My husband wants me to be his total slut wife!" She continued excitedly, "He'll love it when he sees me covered in other men's cum and smelling like a five dollar whore!" Both women laughed, and Psycho walked our guest over to one of the sofas. Psycho said, "Excuse me for a minute, Margo. I'll be right back," as she walked over to the club's office. Margo was quite a mess. Her platinum-blonde hair was wet and stringy from all of her sweat and our artificial spooge. Her makeup was badly smeared and her skin was still flushed red. Margo's stocking were torn at the knees and were soaking wet from her sweat, and our cum. I suspected that her cum dripping pussy was a little sore, because she sat on the sofa with her legs spread in a decidedly unladylike manner. But, Margo was smiling happily, and I had no doubt that she had thoroughly enjoyed her gangbang. Psycho returned with her clipboard, an orange fluorescent laundry/fabric marker, and Margo's panties. Psycho showed Margo that she had written, "1 Gal - 12 Guys" on the panties with the marker, along with the day's date. Psycho sat down on the sofa next to Margo. With her half-frame reading glasses perched on her nose, Psycho read from the clipboard. She said, "Let's see here," as she studied her clipboard. Psycho continued, "Well, Margo, tonight you got eaten out twice, ate one pussy, sucked all twelve guys cocks, banged eight guys vaginally, got fucked in the ass twice, swallowed five loads of cum, and gave two of the guys handjobs." She finished, "Does that sound about right?" Margo's eyes got big and she answered a bit uncertainly, "Yes, I think so." Psycho continued reading from her clipboard, "It looks like you had twelve orgasms and, by the way, we gave you five hickeys to show to your husband." Margo smiled and said, "Oh, yes! I did have a lot of orgasms tonight!" She continued, "And, thank you for all of the hickeys! My husband will love them!" Psycho smiled and said to our guest, "Now, would you please sign your panties for us? We're going to keep them as a trophy, and hang them up on our trophy wall." Margo said in surprise, "You're going to hang my panties up on your trophy wall?!" Psycho said, "Oh, yes. We're going to hang your panties up right here with the rest of them," as she pulled back the curtains that hung behind the sofa. Behind those curtains hung all of the club's gangbang trophies. The trophies were mostly panties. But, in cases where the women weren't wearing any panties, we hung up their stockings, or just a sign to commemorate the event. Margo stared in awe at all of our trophies. She said, "My god! You guys have been really busy!" After she had gotten over her initial shock, Margo smiled and signed her panties, "Mary Anne Williams - Love and XXX" Psycho smiled back at "Margo" and said, "And, this is for you, Margo," as she handed her one of the club's special gold charms. Reds was a jeweler, in real life, and he had made up the small gold charms for the club. The charms had a skull and crossbones logo, with the initials BMC GB at the bottom, and an engraved number. The initials stood for "Buccaneer's Motorcycle Club Gangbang", and the number on Margo's charm was 93. That was the number of gangbangs that we had had since we formed the club, six months ago. Margo was thrilled with the gold charm and said, "Oh! One of my aunts has one of these!" She continued, "She wears it all the time, as an earring!" Margo finished, "But, she wouldn't tell me what it was for, or where she got it!" Psycho laughed with delight and gave me a meaningful look. "O.K. then," said Psycho, "let's take your picture." She continued, "Come on, let's go back over by the pool table," as she took Margo by the hand. "What?" said Margo in confusion, as Psycho took her in tow. Psycho answered patiently, "We're going to take your picture again by the pool table, Margo." She continued, "Then, you'll have 'before and after" photos of your gangbang." "Oh, that would be wonderful!" Margo said excitedly. As I focused the camera, Psycho said, "O.K., Margo. Now hold your panties up over your head and smile for the camera." While Margo gave us a big smile and held up her panties, I took the picture. Psycho said, "We normally give our guests two 8" X 10" glossies of their 'before and after' photographs, and half a dozen wallet size of each, for their husbands and/or boyfriends. Is that O.K. with you?" Margo stammered, "Yes, I guess that's O.K." Psycho said, "You can pick up your photos at the bar anytime next week, or we can mail them to your home address." Margo said, "Oh, please mail them to my house. That will be more convenient for me," as she gave Psycho her address. Psycho said, "O.K., Margo, I think that's everything." She continued, "Oh, and the temporary tattoos will wear off in a couple of days. Be sure to show those to your husband, too!" Margo squealed in delight, "Oh, I forgot all about those tattoos!" She continued, "My husband will absolutely love them!" Psycho said, "O.K., Margo, now that's everything!" She continued "Let's get you dressed so that your husband can take you home." Psycho helped Margo get dressed. When they were done, Psycho said, "Well, Margo, if you're ready, we'll take you back upstairs to the bar." Margo said, "O.K. My husband should be waiting for me in his car, right across the street." The bar was just closing as we went upstairs and walked Margo to the door. I suddenly realized that I couldn't smell her strong perfume anymore, only acrid sweat, stale beer, and the distinctive odor of cum. As Margo stepped outside the door, she turned and gave us a big smile. She said, "Please thank everyone for me, for showing me a wonderful time tonight!" Then she waved and walked over to her minivan. Her husband saw her and got out of his car. He ran over to Margo and within seconds, he was all over her. He immediately started French-kissing her and pulling up her skirt, right there in the parking lot. Psycho giggled and yelled loudly, "Hey, you two! Get a room!" At that, the couple gave us a guilty, sheepish look before they opening up the side door of their minivan and climbing inside. Psycho turned to me and put her hands on her hips. She said, "There! You see?! Another happy, wimp husband just got the creampie desert that he's always wanted!" She continued, "And, I think that he's so thrilled that he's going to eat it right there in the parking lot, before he gets it home!" She said, in a more serious tone, "You know, as well as I do, that we just enriched the sex lives of that married couple tonight." Psycho continued in the same serious tone, "And, who knows, we may have even saved their marriage." I sighed with resignation and said, "Come on, Serenity. Let's go home. Our work here is done." Trouble at the Farm I wrote this short fantasy of mine inspired by the image "Horse Power" by Jay Naylor. I'd like to expand the story but it's a short offering until I finish the last chapter of a larger piece. This contains sadomasochism, dominance, furry anthro-on-human sex and a submissive rape fantasy. Be warned. I. It was my first day at the farm. I was staying here as a guest and I had taken to being an exhibitionist immediately. The son of the owner had taken a liking to my light summer dresses, so picked to show off the shape of my breasts and curve of my ass. He noticed quickly that I dispensed with bras here, the soft summer sweat revealed as much when it made each dress cling to my body. I think he also must have liked the bikinis I sometimes wore when I sat in the shade of the tree watching the workers as I applied sun lotion. Enough to keep me decent in the owner's eyes, but no more. His son wasn't my type anyway. His daughter was my type and was certainly very attractive, she was also a sweet, playful soul and I liked that a lot. I had been flirting with her more and more as I'd been here and she reciprocated in this cute way. If the opportunity presented itself, I would certainly invite her into my bed but I had not known about her when I first arrived, she was not my goal. Oh, I was dressing for attention, I did strut and parade about but my target were the workers. The workers here were anthros of several different type. The horse anthros were one of the most prevalent. They look pretty much like humanoid horses, the same tail, coat and mane and the facial structure typical of horses but with an overall body structure more akin to human's. Their hands were human-like like most anthros but their feet hoofed. They were tall too, standing full height my head came to about the same level as a female horse-anthro's breasts, enough that I wouldn't need to stretch to lick and suckle. Another prevalent type were the cowgirls. They looked more like human women, they were all beautiful with these big eyes and innocent, elfin looks as well as the downturned ears of a cow. Slight horns had developed on the top of their heads and all possessed full, ample breasts. Despite this, below the thigh, their legs became more like a cow's, hoofed and furred, similar to a satyr with a cute tail coming from their coccyx. I was told they were extremely highly-sexed and relished breast play especially. Most were originally used for sex slavery when the anthros first appeared, but after anthro-rights finally allowed them suffrage, many went into agriculture. I made one of the cowgirls my first project. Her name was Amanda and she had this pixie haircut similar to my own but blonde to my red. Cute green eyes and a stunning smile with a sense of wonder about her, like all the world was this amazing place. And she was a good flirt too, playful but never came on too strong, she made me chase her a bit. I guessed she was just testing the waters, her kind were naturally flirtatious and she needed to be sure she wasn't just misreading sighs. Maybe I was and just projecting my desire onto her. It was a fun game, we both wanted to reveal our hands to each other but still we kept the cards close to our chest, each move designed to figure out the other's hand. I concentrated my parading more around her and she certainly didn't seem to mind. Complications soon emerged but they turned to my advantage. I was sat near a barn reading some notes for next term's classes when several workers passed by. I continued reading but noticed a shadow lingered as the others passed by. I looked up to the sight of a horse-woman staring down at me. She had a long, beautifully-braided yellow mane and tail that contrasted with her otherwise brown coat. "I wish I had the time to lounge around all day like you, you're worse than the farmers' kids," her voice was immediately confrontational. "What? I don't understand. I'm just reading my notes for university I—" "And at least they have the decency not to parade around like you do. You just rubbing in that you don't need to work?" "No, I wasn't—" Before I could continue, she walked on with a snort. I was quite taken aback at first but continued reading, there was nothing more that could be done. Nothing happened for a few days after that, our next encounter was on far stranger terms. I wanted to go see Amanda about something, some pretext I'd created to talk to her but as I approached her cabin, I noticed her with another cowgirl wandering to the forest at the edge of the farm. I followed along at a distance, wanting to see what was going on. I didn't know then that I too was being followed. Amanda and her partner came to a clearing. In the light, I saw her partner was Ruth, a raven-haired cowgirl with a more mischievous streak. In the moon-lit spot, they put down their flashlight and began to make love. I probably should have let them be, but I stayed and watched. They looked so beautiful as they did. Soon, my hand reached down into my panties and I began to build up Shortly after, my panties were discarded and I let myself build up more and more. I was getting so close when they loud shout behind me left me frozen in dread. The girls scurried for their flashlight and shone it at me and whoever was behind me. It was the horse-woman, seeing the girls there she snorted and looked down at me, her voice tinged with anger. "You're disgusting!" I meekly looked back at Amanda, who was now hurriedly dressing with Raven. She flashed me a concerned look but then a quick smile. She'd won the game, my act had revealed my cards to her and that smile was both her victory and her showing me her own hand to me. It was hard to revel in that right then given they were now fleeing and I was in trouble. "Get out of here, you pervert. How'd the other humans feel about you lusting after anthros, hmm?" I said nothing but quickly stood up and ran. She just stood there as I did watching me retreat. I calmed down after about fifty metres and leaned against a tree. It was dark, but I knew my way back. I realised I'd left my bag at the stop. I needed it back, it had class notes from earlier. When I had wandered back over, my bag was still there but so was the horse-woman. She reached down to what I first thought would be the bag but instead she picked my panties off the ground. She brought them to her face and inhaled before wandering back with them still in her possession. I waited a while then retrieved my bag before heading home. This was another interesting development. The next day was when it all came together. At lunch, I did something humans rarely did around here. Amanda invited me to lunch and I accepted. We got back into flirting quickly and eventually Ruth joined us and joined in the teasing and flirting. No one spoke of what happened but it was pretty clear that things were going to happen between us. It felt nice that we all knew how the other two felt but no one was stating it. II. When the end of the work day came, I was in the furthest barn from anywhere. I can't remember what but I needed something from the storage here. I was rummaging through storage loud enough I didn't notice the door creak shut, the click of the lock or the ruffle of clothing. I heard the hooves on the floor, as soft as they were, I closed my eyes and smiled as I continued to rummage. Amanda was behind me. "Coming out here, you make it too easy," I stood up and spun round, recognising the horse-woman's voice. My assumption was wrong about the presence behind me. We were alone in the barn. She stood there, naked, her clothes discarded by the door. Before I could speak or move, I was lifted in the air thrown front first onto a nearby pile of hay. Shortly after, I found her hand pinning my back as she lifted my skirt up. With a sudden yank, I felt the painful snap of my underwear being torn away. I yelped meekly which was met with a derisive snort. "Awwww... Did that hurt the poor human girl? Seems you're doing well with Amanda and Ruth but they can wait. Let's see how you take a real woman first." I felt a hard slap on my ass and yelped in pain. Part of me was a little scared, but I was already turned on by this. My submissive sexual nature was experiencing one of its greatest moments. She didn't yet know or care about that part of me, she was going to take what she wanted from me and I had no say in the matter. It would only be a matter of time before she noticed what this was doing to me anyway. "How many days did you make me wait, hmm?" She continued spanking me as she spoke, continuing to elicit yelps, "all those days I had to watch you dress like you did, wanting to fuck you so badly. I just needed to wait for you to mess up." With that she pulled me up abruptly, one hand pressed firmly against my stomach while the other push underneath my dress to squeeze and tease my breasts, suddenly twisting my nipple hard. I let out a sudden gasp as she leaned in to whisper. "Of course, now I get to have you at last. I'm going to claim the little human slut who's been parading around. First, I'm going to make you worship me like a goddess; I'm going to hurt you, treat you like the human filth you are. After that, when you've pleasured me enough, I'm going to spread those slut legs of yours and taste you. If you don't please me, I'm going to pin you down and have some of my men fuck you. Horse-men can fuck for a long time believe me." That thought itself appealed a lot. I identify as lesbian but I'd long ago realised I leaned far more into pansexual than most people and non-human sex was another thing again. Non-human men, at least when sufficiently non-human in form and appearance, didn't really fall outside my sexual scope. For some reason I've never fully been able to explain why, when the inhuman were concerned and as long as I was being dominated, gender was no longer a factor. Her hand slid down from my stomach and lifted my skirt up. She stroked her hand up my inner thigh and run two fingers along my sex. "My, you are looking forward to this. Hardly surprising, I bet if you'd known I was following you last night, I'd have already fucked you by now. You know what, sooner or later, I'm going to have some of my men fuck you anyway. I'd love to watch them wear you out." She stops torturing my breasts and then grabbed my hand, forcing me to run my hand down the smooth coat of her thigh. She forced two fingers to run between the lips of her sex. "See what you've done to me these last few days," she raised my fingers to my mouth, "open your fucking slut mouth and taste me, you'll taste a lot more than that soon." I meekly obeyed, secretly savouring her taste beneath a façade of reluctance. She let out a snorting laugh in response and pulled my dress over my head, leaving me naked. She spun me around and gripped my wrists. She raised my wrists to the side of my head and began to slowly push me back down onto the hay. I couldn't fight back as much as I tried, she was simply too strong and yet not using anywhere near her full strength. I was soon on my back atop the hay again, her body pressed down on mine. "I told you: a real woman. You feel my power over you? The weight of my breasts against you? No weakling human girl stands a chance against me, especially a slut who doesn't even want to escape. Now stick out your tongue." She gave a quick slap to counter my reluctance. I gave a sharp intake of breath then relented, opening my mouth, curling my tongue out over my chin. She pushed down on my shoulders and raised up to grind her clit against my tongue. Between gasps for air, I found myself aiding her as best I could in her prize. It was a strange sensation, but her coat of hair was slick and shiny. It didn't feel unpleasant on my tongue and it wasn't long before before she neighed loudly and spasmed. Her hands gripped a stable post as she came. She breathed heavily for a few moments then stood up. She looked down at me and spoken with an angry tone. "Get on your knees," she said as turned around. I did so only for to grab my hair and pull me closer to her ass, "be grateful I've cleaned up before coming here. Use your tongue there." She pulled me completely to her and I obliged her request. I'd done this on human women before and this didn't feel much different. She moaned softly and began touching herself. Soon, she was getting really close again, I could hear it in her breathing and moans, but she stopped and pulled me away before she climaxed. "No, you don't deserve to make me come again. Turn around." After I had done so, she pulled me up and pushed me back onto the hair. She knelt down and pulled the cheeks of my ass apart gently. "I've given," she said with an evil laugh, "but now I'm going to take." Her tongue took broad strokes up, I let out a moan of delight which caused another laugh from her. I hadn't meant to reveal that but it was too late now. I couldn't help myself but feel the orgasm build up and explode. I shuddered and gripped fistfuls of hay. She pushed down on my thighs to stop my shudders interfering with her work. Her skilful tongue kept me at climax, aided by my attempts to writhe and wriggle my ass against her. As my orgasm faded, she pulled back. "You came just from ass play, you really do want this and don't expect me to believe for one minute that wriggling about was any attempt to escape." She flipped me over with the slightest of effort and spread my legs apart, leaving my pussy fully exposed to her waiting tongue. She licked her lips slowly, not taking her eyes off my sex. "But I'm not done with you yet," she said, sliding two fingers inside. It felt so good as she run the tips across my wall with a beckoning motion. I began to tremble in my breath then a sudden gasp as she began with her tongue. I couldn't help myself, I came so hard that all I could do was grip the hay again and squeeze my legs around her head. My grip was too weak to dissuade her and she increased her efforts in return. I lost track of time, I don't how long exactly I was there for, screaming in irresistible ecstasy. Her power over me so absolute that she could keep me like this as long as she wanted and she knew that. After she had her fill, she threw my legs off her and stood up. Scrunching my dress up into a ball, she threw it at me. I gazed up at her with a confused look but she simply walked away and put her clothes back on. She took the key from her pocket and unlocked the door. She turned and gave a quick laugh before disappearing. I watched her with the same confused look throughout, keeping my dress up as a flimsy covering for my nakedness. III. Afterwards, I got dressed and straightened myself out. I knew exactly what to do. I walked out of the barn and straight to Amanda's shack. There would be no more waiting. I wanted the day's pleasures to continue deep into the night. I knocked and soon as she answered, I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her deeply. I didn't care who saw, I wanted her now. She pulled me inside and gently kicked the door shut. Our hands were running over each other's body as we kissed passionately. Soon, my dress and her overalls lay discarded on the ground and I was atop her on her bed. I ran kisses hungrily over her face and neck before working my way to her breasts. They were divine to behold as were her moans as I began to suckle. They grew in intensity, I knew already how easily cowgirls could come from this but I wanted to see it for myself. As she approached, she stop me suddenly. "You know Ruth's coming over later?" "You think she'd mind?" I said, flashing her a wicked, hungry look. I was met by an utterly delectable smile in return. "No, I don't think she will at all," she pushed my head back into her teased breasts and spoke through moans, "I think you clearly have some talents she'll appreciate." In the days that followed, Amanda, Ruth and I developed our new little tradition and I was joining them on their excursions to that forest clearing. I didn't have much time any more for revision but I had already done more than enough for the summer. At the end of each day, though, I found myself in that same barn, waiting for that horse-woman again. She had seen me waiting there the very next day and the day after. She must've known that I hadn't said anything or reported her. On the third day, I had given up hope. I stood in the barn one last time, waiting by the hay pile. I looked down and remembered the things she did. Lifting up my dress, I began touching myself, thinking of my inability to fight back against her strength when she had me pinned there; but was suddenly startled by the click of the lock. I froze as I heard her footsteps, heard the overalls being removed. As the steps stopped behind me, I spun around to see her standing there, naked again. The same angry twinkle in her eye as she spoke "So the human slut is here again, you don't learn. I guess you like being powerless. You must really want this, mustn't you?" I trembled with arousal as I replied, "does... does it matter what I want?" "No, it doesn't," she said as she pushed me down onto the hay. I felt her body pressed down on me, her hands lifting my dress off. With her strong, powerful form over me, she could do whatever she wanted to me. Every sexual craving she desired of me she could just take. I had no choice. Trouble at the Farm Pt. 02 I. She kept her promises, I'll give her that. Amanda and I had snuck off to the barn one day and we didn't expect this little surprise. It was a cool summer's day. Amanda had a half-day finish and she knew I'd be waiting there for her. I had started to really enjoy making love here. I came to associate this place with the countless times I had waited for the horse-woman and the countless times she forced herself upon me. That every time after the first I had given implicit consent despite putting up as much futile resistance as I could was an irrelevant detail to her. Every time I teased her and then let her catch a glimpse of me sneaking into the barn at the end of the day, every time she called me her filthy human slut, every time she forced me to take it and fucked me despite my pleas, every time we'd both leave wanting more. I was prepared for Amanda. I had already stripped and waiting behind the door when she arrived. As she stepped into the barn, I crept up behind her and placed my hands up under her untucked shirt and lightly traced them along her sides up to and inside her bra, gently squeezing her ample breasts. She giggled coyly as I leaned in to whisper. "I've lost count of all the moments of passion I've shared with you and yet your body still sets me aflame like I've touched for the very first time," I said softly as I begun kissing her neck. She let out a sexy 'mmmm' sound and I began to unbutton to her blouse. Amanda is one of the cowgirl anthros, one of the more human-looking species but for their cow-like, downturned ears, slight horns and furred, hooved legs. Her beautiful blonde hair and pixie hairdo compliment her light eyes and skin. She has this sweet, caring attitude about her and a dazzling smile. She is also, like many of her kind, highly sexed. She loves to fuck and is very good at it. Common hobbies and interests is an important aspect to any good friendship. Her body smelt slightly of the lavender of her shower gel but was so smooth from the moisturising cream. I pressed myself against the cheeks of her ass after getting her naked and run my tongue gently down her neck. "After I've gone from the farm, you and Ruth will visit me in the autumn, right?" I asked. "Of course," she replied, "I always wanted to see the city. You're a rural Sussex girl, you know how dull it gets out here." I squeezed her breasts and began lowering myself, kisses running down her back, my hands trailing down her sides. "I wasn't intending to spend much time outside my room," I said through kisses, "I have to warn you my fiancée's the jealous type." "You have a fiancée back home?" Her voice betrayed surprise. I stopped kissing briefly to answer her worries. "Yes, like I said, 'jealous'," I put in a tone of playfulness, "I'll go home and I'll confess every detail. She'll punish me hard for my infidelity, of course." I began nibbling gently at the cheeks if her ass, "when you and Ruth arrive, she'll want some fun with you. She'll tie me up as a punishment, force me to watch. She punishes me a lot but I only have myself to blame." "Ooooh, she sounds like fun. You seriously do that?" "No, I'm kidding," I laugh before putting on a sultry act, "I don't confess all the details, she has to work to get full story out of me. Lean forward." She did and I went in for the kill. I tongued her ass as my hand slid between her legs, I gently slid a finger inside her followed by a second. I liked how wet she got, I remember begging her to queen me the first night we spent together because of it. I never understood why some disliked tipping the velvet. I couldn't have been older than 13 when I tried tasting myself and I love it from the start. To me, it was the very taste and smell of sex itself. She reached down to her clit and I felt the rhythms of her body speed up. I was relishing the thought of my tongue as this wet, probing tendril bringing her pleasure with its wild writhing but I knew I was missing out on the sight of her turned head, her eyes hazily closed and lips parted. I was missing out on the red blush of her face beneath her beautiful blonde hair. I ran my free hand down her leg and felt the familiar goosebumps. I was poised, I knew when she climaxed, I would need to continue on her clit. My fingers, soaked by her sex, would be ready. There would be no mercy, I wanted to make her buckle, I wanted her shuddering and on her knees. My pussy throbbed intensely at this thought, I knew full well how good she was at expressing gratitude. My efforts were stalled by the barn door swinging open. Amanda mewed in frustration but I knew we both had a more interesting night ahead of us. It was the familiar shape of the horse-woman. Four of her men, all horse-men, stepped in behind her. "I told you tonight's entertainment would be here, looks like she's brought a friend. Get out if here, cowgirl, the human slut's ours for tonight," she folded her arms, "unless you're here for the games too?" Behind her, her men had already closed the door and begun to unbutton shirts and step out jeans. They were lean-muscled, their penises were certainly shaped as you'd expect a horse anthro's to be but their human ancestry gave them a more realistic size for me. "You're expecting this? I thought you were gay? What about me? "I wasn't expecting them now and it's more complex than that. I'll make an exception for non-human men when it comes to pure sex." "You'll be okay then? You... You want me to stay?" "No, you don't need to stay, I mean I certainly wouldn't argue with you staying but I don..." "I'll stay!" she had cut me off. Turning, she threw me a wicked smirk. God, every little thing she did made me want me her more "Looks like there's overtime boys," the horse-woman snorted. Her men chuckled and advanced. II. I felt two arms grab mine and pull me up by the wrists, I looked up and a horse-man with bared teeth tied a cord around my wrists. It was telling, I mused, that they used such a soft cotton; it was pretty clear they wanted me to enjoy this too. But evidently not too much, I was pulled along the ground in a forceful manner and onto a pile of a hay. I saw Amanda on her knees. Behind her, a horse-man stroked his erect cock while one held her hair firmly and ravished her tongue with his. Their snouts made kissing difficult but Amanda's tongue willing met his, her eyes closed with the ecstasy of the moment. My attention was drawn by the two horse-men standing over my prone, naked body leering over me. One turned his head to speak. "Can we fuck this one now? She looks like she wants me inside her real bad." I did. "No," came the Horse-woman's reply, "I've spent so many nights forcing myself upon her, every time she begs me to stop, every time she comes back for more." She walked behind me and kneeled, she begun to gently massage my shoulders. Leaning in, she spoke softly. "I want this slut to beg me for it this time, I want her to watch her friend get fucked over and over until her pussy aches. This time I want her to admit it." If she'd told me to admit it there and then I would have, it was always an open secret that I wanted it so badly. I never consented to it but that's how she wanted her little human slut and how I wanted to be treated. She didn't want me to pretend this time but she didn't want me to give in early. She gave a nod and Amanda was forced onto all fours, behind her one horse-man kneeled and lined up his cock, ready to enter her. Another kneeled in front of her, she reached for his cock with an outstretched tongue but he kept it tantalisingly beyond her reach. "I knew you'd be a greedy one, Amanda," the horse-woman, "are you good at sucking cock?" "Yes, please let me show you." "You want to see Natalie squirm and beg, don't you?" "Oh yes, very much so." "Does it make you hot turning against her like this?" "Very hot." "Are you going to show her how good his cock feels in your mouth?" "I'll show her everything." "And are you going to show her how much you enjoy being fucked while you do so?" "I'll make her envious, I promise I'll have her begging for you." The horse-woman laughed, "well don't tell me, tell Natalie!" Amanda turned her head to look at me, "I'm going to show you how amazing this cock feels inside my mouth, I'm going to make him come so hard. You'll have to watch me take both these guys and you'll beg to be in my place. I'll have you crying out to be fucked." She slowly licked her lips and gave me a seductive look. Damn, I fucking adored that girl. The horse-woman didn't need to force me to watch. I shuddered slightly at Amanda's deliberate moan as the first horse-man slowly eased his cock inside her waiting sex. "Fuck me," she looked at me with deliberate wantoness, "like I'm your little slut." "Yeah boss, this one feels real nice," the horse-man said, his slow thrusts built up in speed. "You can't come inside her, only over her ass, remember that!" "Don't worry, I know." I let out a soft moan, causing a twitch in shaft of the horse-man pinning me down. He snorted a laugh. "This fucking slut! You didn't tell us she was this bad!" "I could hardly over-emphasise it," the horse-woman was now parading up and down the barn like a drill sergeant. She carried a riding crop which she firmly swished in the air. I knew why my legs were being held apart, that crop was intended for my pussy. The second horse-man on Amanda now step and she eagerly took him in her mouth. She slurped and run her tongue along the shaft and around the circular disk at the tip. She gave me a look and I mouthed the words "I want you" in return with a smile. Shortly after, the guy fucking Amanda shuddered and neighed. He pulled out and his thick come sprayed onto Amanda's ass in jets. "One down Amanda, you'd best get her begging before your time is up," the horse-woman emphasised her point with a smack of the crop against her thigh, "or you'll regret it." It was so intriguing to see that none of this slowed Amanda's efforts with her mouth, she still gazed at me with the same longing, unafraid, no look of desperation in her eyes. And I held out, as much as I did want to beg to be fucked. Even the anticipation of begging the horse-woman to let her men fuck me was getting me hot but I wanted to see what faced Amanda if she failed. I think Amanda was no less curious. Our curiosity would be satisfied, the horse-man came hard, just as Amanda said. I was so impressed she managed to keep going as she swallowed what he gave. The horse-man stepped away, sated for now but I could see the first already working up to another round. Amanda licked the last drops from his cock as he backed away. "Tie her hands up! Hook the knot over there, facing us, so she can see how a real woman does it!" Anger burned in her voice and eyes, "hold Natalie's legs apart boys." She swished the crop firmly in the air, lined it up carefully and brought it down hard. I suppressed a scream of pain, the impulse to close my legs thwarted by her men. "Oh, did you think I'd go easy on you?" Another sharp smack to my inner thigh and it bit hard, "you dumb bitch!" It hit my thighs hard time and time again, I lost count, before she relented. I was a ball of sweat, tears swelled in my eyes but I remained unbroken. The cropping became gentler, light but firm taps near my clit. She occasionally rubbed the shaft of the crop between my labia between taps. I felt the grooves of the crop rubbing my clit as she pushed it up between the lips. She was going agonisingly slow and I could feel each and every groove. "Mmmmm." "Shut the fuck up Natalie." She built up a little then left me frustrated. I could see Amanda squirming and writhing at the sight behind the horse-woman. I was glad to see I wasn't the only one enjoying this part of the game. I was built up to panting and twitches, my body preparing for the impending release with open arms. As I approached, she stopped and let me cool down. Satisfied, my climax was far away. She begun again, she knew too hard a cropping would send me over as I approached so she was gentle with the build up. I unthinkingly arched my back, lifting my pussy to meet the crop. "Look at that," one of her men said, "her body's telling us how badly she wants it." "That's nothing," she replied, "her body was already begging me to take her when I first spoke to her. I want to hear it from this disgusting whore herself." She built me up again and I tried to suppress my responses, to get over that line but my body betrayed me to her as readily as it did when we first met. I'd have to exact sweet revenge on it later for this. This happened a few times until I was left quivering and gasping for breath. The horse-woman looked unimpressed. She took over on one of my legs and signalled him to ready himself. He stood before me, his glorious cock in full view, ready to mount me and fuck me like wild beast I am. "Just say the word boss." "No," the horse-woman's words were sweet, soft, "she held out too long. Sorry but once I finished with Amamda, you can all have another round on her." She snorted then leaned in, "but let her see what she gave up first." He continued to stroke his cock and stepped, how hot it felt knowing that it was all so tantalisingly close. I wanted this cock within me, wanted to feel his come fill every hole. "Can I at least come over her," his question teased a soft, desperate moan from me, "or would even that be too much?" The horse-woman grinned at my moan. She turned my head firmly and looked me dead in the eye. "No, she craves your cock so badly, she has to be punished for that stubborn pride of hers." I gazed with with both the heights of lust and fear at the impending denial. She got up, picked up her crop and stared intently at Amanda's vulnerable form as the crop swished repeatedly in the air. "I... Beg you. I beg you. Please!" I started, "I want it all so badly, give me to any of your men to fuck. I want to feel their cocks spasm in climax inside me. I want their come within me and over me." "Is is that so? If you get to come, Amanda doesn't. She'll endure the extra punishment of seeing you come without getting to herself. She deserves that doesn't she?" "She betrayed me first, that bitch deserves it." "Hear that Amanda, what do you have to say?" Amanda looked straight at with with a concerned frown, "Talie, I'm sorry. I don't deserve your forgiveness." We both knew she wanted my vengeance, not any mercy. If she thought I wouldn't have guessed, she'd have reminded defiant. "Awwww, how sweet!" the horse-woman cut in. You think she deserves mercy?" Amanda and I gazed at each other. I gave the answer we both wanted. "No, no mercy. I wanted to see her writhe and beg for mercy. I want to hear her scream." "There's more. In order to get the fucking you deserve, you must swear an oath. Repeat after me: I swear with all here witness..." "I swear with all here witness..." "That any time I stay at this farm, any time I'm not in the farmhouse..." "That any time I stay at this farm, any time I'm not in the farmhouse..." "Any anthro who asks for my body I will not refuse..." "Any anthro who asks for my body I will not refuse..." "Any time they take me, I have no choice..." "Any time they take me, I have no choice..." "I renounce any right to not consent..." "I renounce any right to not consent..." "My body belong to the anthros, I am theirs..." "My body belong to anthros, I am theirs. "While here, I exist to serve their pleasure..." "While here, I exist to serve their pleasure..." "It is as it should be, humans serving anthros." "It is as it should be, humans serving anthros." Having finished, I added my own touch, "my name is Natalie, slut to all anthros." She laughed, "I only made her admit the truth, remember to spread the word boys. I want her fucked senseless by the end of the week." I looked back to the anthro between my legs, "I want you to fuck me, I'm open to you." He turned and looked over at the horse-woman for approval. She nodded as she stepped behind Amanda, crop in hand, and he turned back to me. "Are you ready for me?" I nodded eagerly, "I have been since you first stood over me." He lined up and slowly entered me. His hard cock felt wonderful as it pushed deep into my aching pussy. III. As a horse anthro, his cock had this unusual shape. Fully erect, it ended in a flat disk-like glans. As he slowly pushed deeper, I felt the tip rub snugly along the walls of my pussy. "Ooooh, your cock feels sooo good! Even better than I imagined, far better." He didn't directly thrust as such. His smooth, well-muscled body. It was a slow oscillation so I felt his cock push slightly harder upwards. As it progressed, as he built up, the slow speed meant I felt his every twitch within me. "Just... Just like that," I gasped through lungfuls of air, "don't stop, never stop!" I wanted a hand free so badly, it was agonising to not be able to play with my clit and his own hands had gently moved from my thighs to cup my ass. His head and back were arched back but he was careful not to go too deep. I wanted to touch myself, I could come from vaginal sex but the control I had over my orgasms if I was able to touch myself was useful. I wanted to tease and deny myself, I wanted to push myself over just as his cock swelled in its orgasmic peak inside of me. He eventually moved to touch me there himself, building up speed with his thumb as he continued to fuck me. I heard the sound of Amanda moaning loudly and looked over to see the horse-woman attaching clamps to her nipples. Oh, the times I had that done to me, the tender soreness that resulted. All the times it was followed by balm or ice play, even wax play heightening the pain afterwards. As sensitive as I was, I shuddered at the thought of Amanda, with her extreme sensitivity, now enduring this. I was transfixed by this. The sounds she made, the look of her face, it was of something failing to hold back waves of irresistible sensation. Behind her, one of the horse-men now held a flogger ready as the first gently tugs on her nipple chain drew a sharp breath from her. The horse-woman turned back to me and scowled. She reached into her bag and pulled out some cloth which she threw over to the other horse-man watching me. "Blindfold her!" He stepped forward, his cock just beyond reach. He tied the cloth around my eyes. The sounds coming from Amanda were now only relatable to wild images in my imagination. I was more interested in him right now though. "Please," I begged, "I want your cock in my mouth." I heard his laugh before his cock reached my mouth. I hungrily kissed before taking it in, tongue flicking over his glans. "Nice little tongue stud," he began thrusting, more forcefully than the one fucking my pussy, "quite the little cocksucker aren't you?" I made a "mmm-hmm" sound in agreement. I had known the horse-woman meant her threat and so I did a little preparatory reading. I run and flicked my tongue over his glans, keeping rhythm and method as best I could. I was distracted by the sounds Amanda's plight. "Oh, it's... too much," I heard her say. "I could slowly pull these off, think of how sore your nipples would be then. Every time you so much as had the slightest touch of fabric, you'd think of me." "Yes miss Clara." Clara? I knew a name now, not that I had the slightest inclination to report her. I was fond of our arrangement. "I bet you'll get wet each time you felt it, you'd think of me hurting you all over again." "Yes miss Clara." "I'm a better fuck that Natalie, aren't I?" "Yes, you are." Trouble at the Farm Pt. 02 "Louder so that bitch can hear you properly." "You're a better fuck than Talie is, she's got nothing on you!" "Let her speak," Clara said sternly, "remove her blindfold." I let out a meek cry of frustration as his cock left my mouth. With the blindfold lifted, I could see Amanda panting. Clara hand held a chain connecting the two nipple clamps tormenting her. "Do what I tell you and you can go back to sucking his cock. You want to go back to sucking cock right?" "Yes miss Clara. I need his cock in my mouth." She laughed, "you heard what Amanda said. I should pull these off slowly, shouldn't I? You want to see her suffer right?" "Yes!" my voice was weakened by the sudden strokes the first horse-man on my clit, "I want to see her suffer as I come." "You hear that? Thank Natalie for the punishment." "Th... Thank you," Amanda words were weak from the slow twisting of the chain. Clara rewarded her with a sharp slap to her face. "Clearer!" "Thank you Natalie for... Oooh... For the wonderful punishment I now receive!" Clara was tugging at the chain with slowly increasing force. I came so hard, not just to the sounds she made or the horse-man's attention on my clit but the tortured ecstasy in her gaze. My eyes didn't leave hers as I writhed and shuddered. I couldn't tell whether it was a single orgasm in waves or several but it was intense enough that my sensitivity soared. When I've been tied up before, my fiancée had often used this to change pleasure into a sort of torture. I enjoyed it, this sense of being pushed of trying to find my limit and hitting them hard, expanding them outward. The horse-man continued to rub my clit. "Don't bother trying to close your legs," the horse-man said, "you're going to have to put up with this until I come and I assure you, I'm going to be agonisingly slow." I became intensely aware of the shape of his cock, how snugly his glans run against my tightening walls. Every part of me with flushing hot and cold. "Please..." I begged. "Please what?" came his response. "I... I don't know." That internal battle was intense, the desire to surrender and beg him to stop versus the lust that pleaded to continue this fight. This element of sex so many never appreciated, the battle of conflicting desires and needs and the strength of will to master them all. "Just think of it. By tomorrow, everyone will know your oath if I have anything to do with it. There's that bar in the town, we're taking you to it this weekend. We're chaining you up there, everyone can have you." "I'll let Mr. Peterson know," the other horse-man chimed in, "crazy old fool has so many tricks, that weirdo'll make his way down from his shack specially." "You wanna know about him?" the one fucking me asked. I nodded with wide-eyed hunger through strained breaths. "Slug anthro, rather large one. Has this for getting human girls slimed and have them writhe underneath. Fortunately for you, slug anthro reproductive organs are more human than slug. He'll be grateful for a girl who isn't going to report him afterwards." The other laughed, "yeah, he likes sucking up girls to their shoulders. Caught him once with this local girl. She looked disgusted, but she was held in place, like to let his tongue explore, seen a slug's tongue before? I don't think a slut like you is gonna mind as much as she did." "Oh, please, I want to hear more, I need to hear more." "Heh, oh yeah, we'll have to paraded around the bunkhouse naked. Share you around, you're here two more weeks. You're gonna have a lot of work to do, always nice to get new forms of entertainment round here besides the cowgirls." I arched back as the second flurry of ecstasy hit me. I closed my eyes but turned back to the one by my side, I could barely speak but fought through the difficulty. "Uuuuhhh... Aaaaah... Please, PLEASE, I need to taste your cock. I NEED IT!" He was happy to oblige, I sucked and licked as he fucked my mouth as slowly and deliberately as the other did my pussy but the details are hazy, times melted away and the details went with it. I don't know how long but I felt the first speed up, shudder and swell within me before the familiar spasms pushed against my pussy. I wrapped my legs tightly around him and squeezed his toned, smooth form. I wanted to look him in the eyes and scream how fucking good it felt, how long it I'd waited to feel this and how it was worth every second as I spasmed in my own decadent pleasures but my greed had my attention held firmly by the other. He remained in me for a while then pulled out, sated. I felt his come trickling onto my ass. It was only a short while later, I think, that the other followed but I had a trick I'd discovered in my studies. As he came close, I pushed my tongue stud slowly into his urethra and he howled loudly. I'm told it's a little painful but very intense and it looked like that was true. His spasms were almost violent and I felt what it was like to have a man, though no human man, come inside my mouth. I was never sure why men appreciated a girl who swallowed but it wasn't so unpleasant that I couldn't oblige him. Soon he too had joined the other on a nearby bundle of hay. I became more aware of the slow yelps Amanda was making, still enduring Clara's cruelty. Now her clamps had been fully pulled off, leaving her nipples sore and reddened. Bound and unable to squirm away, she was left to endure the slow firm licks from Clara's rough, long tongue. So bound she was unable to bring her hand to her aching pussy, I knew how much she must've wanted it now. "Come on boys, untie them both and get them on their knees," she had given Amanda respite from the torment and went over to a hay pile where she sat naked, her legs spread wide. Both untied and brought to our knees, she beckoned us crawl over and sit at the feet of her makeshift throne. "You've both shown my boys what those mouths of yours can do and I know what a dirty mouth you have anyway Natalie, show me what you can do with these." She rubbed her hands slowly over her breasts before bringing her right hand to her clit. She began to play with herself as we reached forward to suckle. Behind us, fully refreshed, the two horse-men who fucked Amanda earlier now also worked themselves up slowly. "Oh yeah, I want you to absolutely cover them boys," Clara moaned as her efforts sped up, bringing her closer. We heard their moans build up and long before her own fulfilment, we felt the hot spray of thick come over us. I suckled harder at her breast, I couldn't thank her enough for all this pleasure and all the pleasure to come. Now the anthros here would no longer pick up on the hints I gave them, now they'd know. They'd all know how readily I shared this highest, most intimate of pleasures. I had her to thank for all of this. Soon she arched back and neighed, her hand shuddered and stopped. I took over and she was soon bucking her hips to grind her slick sex against my probing fingers. Once satisfied with our efforts she pushed us off her and onto the floor. She stood up. "Come on boys. We're done here and beside, we've got some news to spread." They laughed as they gathered their things and dressed. It was soon just me and Amanda, left on the floor but far from spent. IV. I quickly rolled onto Amanda, I gazed down upon her. "You fucking traitor," I said in playful tone. "I'm sorry Tal but... Mmnf." Her words were cut short by the deep kiss I planted on her on her lips, my tongue found hers and I let my hands explore her body again. "There's nothing I'm going to encounter here as wonderful as you," I gave a playful smile which she returned, "now where were we?" My tongue run its way down her body, I flicked my stud over her nipple and was rewarded with a sharp intake of breath. So aroused but unsatisfied, her pussy was so wet and it tasted so good as my tongue gently circled along the lips of her sex. "You've earned this," I said before diving in. I'd still have her weak at the knees after all. She had far more endurance than any of Clara's boys and I was a pitcher that couldn't be filled. The anthro men were a nice distraction but nothing could replace the women of my life. The night brought sweet dreams of the next few weeks and the morning brought me a plan of action. I wore a simple summer dress, no underwear save for a comfortable bra and made my way out. I smirked at the odd look here and there and made my way to the horse-men's bunk house "to get something needed at the farm house". Inside five of the horse-men were on a break, playing cards. I recognised one of them from yesterday's encounter. Saying nothing, I walked past wearing my seductive smile. I reached up for something on the shelf, listening to the hushed voices behind me, followed by the movement of chairs. "Well, well, I was just telling these guys here about yesterday before you got here. Talk of the devil, you know. We didn't wear you out as much as we thought with you wandering in here." I turned but there was no smile any more, just a defiant look. I snickered at him. "You didn't wear me out at all or Amanda for that matter." He snorted indignantly, "well, I'm sure we can finished the job right here." Behind him there were snickers from the others. My defiant look didn't leave my face as I unclasped my bra and let it and my dress fall to the floor. Now completely naked, I stepped out of my clothes and kick them to one side. "Bring it on!" They began to remove clothes in turn. I suppressed a smile, I'd have them all spent soon. Trouble At The Office First, a bit of background. I'm 38 – my wife, Paula, is 34. We met when she was 17, and she came to work at the research lab where I had been for a couple of years. I was always attracted to her, right from the start. She was small, slim, blonde, with a trim, tidy figure. Her best asset was her absolute knock-out bum. She wore tight jeans most of the time, and looked gorgeous walking away! But she also looked pretty good, walking towards you. Her tits were small, but firm and well-shaped. She usually wore fairly loose t-shirts, though, which didn't show them to best advantage. We got on OK from the start, but I hadn't enough self-confidence to make a move on her. Office gossip was that she was pretty straight-laced – a virgin, waiting for Mr Right. She had been there for about a year before I worked up the nerve to ask her out, and I was really surprised when she agreed. We really hit it off as a couple, and we soon became an 'item'. I had had sexual relationships in the past and, while I was desperate to fuck Paula, I was also very much in love with her, and I didn't want to push too hard on the sex front, in case I scared her off. The first breakthrough was after about three months, when we were in a friend's house, babysitting. We were on the couch, kissing, and Paula was really responding and I couldn't hold back any longer. I slipped my hand under her blouse and reached up and caressed her perfect little firm breasts through her soft bra. Then she stood up, and went to the bathroom. When she came back I could see, even in the dim light, that she had taken her bra off, and put her blouse back on. But, within five minutes, I had unbuttoned her blouse, and, two minutes later, she was naked to the waist! God, I spent half that night feeling and kissing her lovely tits, but I didn't dare try to go any further. A few weeks later, we were in her house, when her parents were out. We went up to their bedroom, and we were on the bedroom floor, on a quilt, kissing and petting. Things got pretty passionate, again, and I half-jokingly suggested we should play 'You show me yours, and I'll show you mine.' I couldn't believe it when Paula agreed, and slipped off her jeans, to reveal a really very young girl's panties, with flowers on them. But even through her panties, I could see she had a thick bush, with some of the hairs escaping out the side of her panties – and, although the blonde hair on her head is natural, her pubic hair was really dark. I pulled my trousers off, then pulled down my boxers, to reveal my erect five-inch cock, and Paula shyly eased her panties down. She didn't really let me have a proper look, but I lay down beside her, and she touched my cock and let me feel between her legs. I honestly don't remember whether she was wet, or not, but I guessed she had made up her mind that this time, we were going to go all the way, and I rummaged in my jacket and took out a condom, and managed to fit it on, my fingers trembling with excitement. Our first time wasn't very dramatic. I got between Paula's legs and my cock slid inside her. I only managed about five thrusts before I came, and I remember she said – "Is that it?" – when I was finished. She was very interested in the used condom, though, and kept playing with it for ages, and touching my cum. After that, though, there was no holding us, and our sex life was sensational. At the same time, I became very possessive, and jealous, and went through agonies every time I saw her speaking to another man, and smiling at him. I knew what they were thinking, and the thought that anyone else might get what I was getting drove me mad with jealousy. I'm surprised she put up with me, then – I must have been hard work. Then, we made a mistake, and Paula got pregnant. We got married in a bit of a hurry and then had a second child. Inevitably, for a few years, with all our energies devoted to looking after the kids, our sex life kind of went 'on the back burner', but it never seemed to bother Paula, although I found it frustrating, from time to time. But, I learned to live with it, largely through fantasy and masturbation. Paula seemed perfectly fulfilled in her role as a wife and mother. She never dressed up to attract men – almost always wore t-shirt and jeans. Of course, her body lost some of its firmness, and she sometimes commented about how her tits and her bum were drooping a bit, these days, but I thought that made her even sexier – more womanly, somehow. Her tits, especially, grew a little, and her nipples lengthened, and I still loved to play with them, and see them uncovered. But she was still pretty reserved, sexually. Even in the bedroom, she didn't like using 'coarse' words like tits and cock and cunt, although she could still get quite worked up. Then, once both the kids were at school, she got her old job back. I had moved on, by then, to a new job in a different place. Gradually, our sex life became more stimulating again. We started watching porno films – nothing too outrageous, just to get us 'in the mood'. Then I discovered she enjoyed talking about the 'action', in bed, afterwards, and she quite liked it when I described what had happened, as if we had been involved. And I discovered that I got really excited when my description involved Paula with another man. I could feel my balls really tighten, and my cock harden, when I described another man putting his hands on her soft little tits, and taking her nipples in his mouth and sucking them. It seemed to excite her, as well, although she always let me do the talking. After a while, I began to spin fantasies out of my head. Sometimes, they involved me fucking other women and, although I did find that arousing – and so, it seemed, did Paula – it was even better, for me, picturing Paula letting another man slide his hand under her bra to fondle her sexy little tits, and spreading her legs to take another guy's cock! One night, in one of the films we watched, the guy slid his finger into the girl's asshole, while he was fucking her. Paula didn't say anything, but, in bed, afterwards, she got on top of me, then took my hand and pushed it towards her bottom. She had never done anything like this before, and it nearly blew my mind! I rubbed my finger in her pussy juice, then pushed it gently into her ass as I was fucking her with my cock. Almost immediately, she had a huge orgasm and, after that, I almost always fingered her ass when we fucked. Of course, I began to wonder what it would be like to put my cock in there, but Paula wouldn't let me, and I didn't push it. But it became another of my favourite fantasies and I dreamed of the day when she would be so far gone that she'd let me spread her cheeks and... In the last couple of years, though, she's become more and more uninhibited in the bedroom. She now lets me watch her masturbate, and she's acquired three vibrators, including a really huge one. One night, I slipped a black condom over the big one, and she seemed to come even faster that night – and more often! I began to fantasise about her taking a real black cock, and she now admits that this is something she fantasises about, when she's masturbating – or when I'm fucking her – especially when I wear a black condom, which I sometimes do! But, outside, she's still the same Paula – casually dressed, and still very unsure of herself. She doesn't think she's anything to look at, and I'm sure she's unaware of the looks she gets from men, who turn round to enjoy another look at her cute little round ass in those tight jeans... One time, about a year ago, I borrowed a few films from a friend. They were made in the seventies, and, although the nudity and the sexual exposure weren't as frank as they are today, the acting was a lot better, and the subjects a lot hotter. There wasn't the 'taboo' there seems to be today against rape, and the coercion of women into stripping and having sex. One, which I liked very much, was about a married woman whose husband wanted to introduce her into wife-swapping, but she wouldn't have it. One night, after they had entertained another couple to dinner, and it was obvious that the other two were 'up' for a swap, her husband lost his patience with her, and grabbed her, holding her arms behind her, while their male guest first of all touched her breasts over her dress, then pulled it down to expose her bare tits. She was crying, and struggling, but, between them, the two men stripped her naked and her husband held her down on her back on the fireside rug while the other man forced her legs apart and fucked her. The other wife, meanwhile, had stripped herself off, and the husband was fucking her as they watched his wife being raped. Although she was still very unhappy about it, the wife realised that her protests were useless, and even had a session with the other woman, as well as allowing both men to shag her again, several times. They then had two or three more 'foursomes', with the wife still reluctant, but obedient to her husband's desires, then the film went on to show their first night at a wife-swapping club. They arrived, by taxi, dressed in evening clothes, at a big hotel in London's West End, and were shown into a huge room, where dozens of other couples were waiting, all masked. The wife, tears sparking her eyes, was led to a little spotlit stage in the corner, and everyone crowded round. Then a masked man joined her on stage, and slowly undressed her. When she was naked, he bent her forward at the waist and slid his cock into her. That was the sign for the masks to come off, and the men and women to start changing partners. When she looked up, the woman saw her husband watching her being fucked, his arms round a tall blonde, feeling her naked tits from behind as she ground her ass into his groin.... Paula got very turned on, watching that one, and we actually fucked on the living-room floor while watching it – the first time we hadn't been able to wait until we got upstairs, and into bed. A couple of nights later, I put one on that was about the mods and rockers of the sixties. It was set in a seaside town and, although there was quite a lot of sex, there was a lot of violence, too, which neither of us really liked. But, towards the end, there was a scene, following a pitched battle on the beach between the two gangs, when the action spilled over into the town. Two local teenage girl-friends were out, innocently shopping, when they were suddenly caught up in a gang of rockers, fleeing down a side-street. They ended up in an alley, with about a dozen leather-jacketed teenage boys. Because of the way the girls were dressed, the rockers thought they were part of the 'mod' gang, and closed in on them... Each girl was surrounded by a group of boys. They were screaming, and protesting, but the boys ignored their cries, and there were hands all over them, feeling them up and pulling off their clothes, amidst laughing and jeering. The scene didn't last very long, and there was no full frontal nudity shown, but the atmosphere of panic and arousal was very real, especially when the girls were stripped completely naked, and the gang of rockers closed in on them, grabbing them and feeling their bare breasts and bottoms. Then, suddenly, the boys saw another gang of mods and chased after them, and the alley was empty, apart from the two weeping, naked girls, crying in each other's arms, and searching for their clothing. Paula was gripping my hand very tightly as we watched that scene. I guessed it was because she knew it turned me on. Although I try to conceal it, I always get aroused by stories and pictures of women being stripped against their will and, sometimes, when we talk in bed, I let these innermost thoughts slip into our conversation. But the rest of the film was all violence, with no more sex, and we watched it in virtual silence, then switched off, and went to bed. We always sleep naked after watching one of those films and, usually, we're so hot that we're onto each other right away. Tonight, though, Paula just lay beside me, looking up at the ceiling. I leaned over and gently cupped one of her tits, wondering if the mood was shattered. To my surprise, though, her nipple was erect, and I slid a hand between her thighs. Her pussy hair was matted, and her vaginal lips puffy and moist. I leaned over to kiss her, my finger probing the entrance to her cunt, but, before my lips met hers, she moved her head to the side. "You never met Linda, did you?" she asked. "Linda Masters?" I shook my head. "She was my friend, at school," Paula said. Her voice was strange – sort of detached. "She had a boyfriend. His name was Alan. I didn't have a boyfriend, then. Linda was very good-looking, then – she's put on a bit of weight, now, but, then, she had a gorgeous figure. Especially her boobs. She had big boobs – big, and firm – not like me." I lay on my side, listening, my finger gently stroking Paula's pussy lips. I wondered if she would describe her friend's big tits, for me... "Alan was a big football supporter – Leeds United. He was always buying Linda Leeds stuff to wear – shirts and sweaters and things. One Saturday, just after the start of the football season, Alan was at the football match, and Linda was meeting him, later, to go to a club, so Linda and I went into the city, to the shops. We were at her house, getting ready to go, and she talked me into wearing one of her old Leeds shirts. It was too tight for her, now – especially around her boobs – but it fitted me perfectly." "She said that wearing a football shirt got boys talking to you, so I agreed to try it. And it worked! We got chatted up a lot that day, and we stayed until the shops were shut. It was about six o'clock when we set off to go home, and we decided to take a short-cut across the park. The park was empty and we were just strolling along, laughing and chatting, when, suddenly, a gang of boys just appeared, right in front of us." "They were all wearing red shirts, and talking with London accents. They were Arsenal supporters, going back to their bus, after the match, which their team had won. For a minute or two, they just chatted us up, and Linda was laughing and joking with them. Then, one of them said that, because they had beaten our team, we would have to let them see our 'tits'. Linda just laughed it off, but the atmosphere suddenly changed, and I realised they weren't joking, and suddenly, I felt scared." "They reached out for us, and we turned and ran, but they caught us in a couple of strides, and pulled both of us into a shelter. It happened so quickly, I couldn't believe it. As soon as we were in the shelter, they grabbed our arms and pulled our shirts up. I tried to kick and struggle, but there were far too many of them, and they dragged my shirt up, over my head, and pulled it right off." "Then one of them pushed my bra up and – and my breasts were – well, they could see them. And then they started touching them – all their hands reaching out and touching my breasts. I could see them doing the same to Linda – her shirt and bra had gone, and their hands were all over her, squeezing her breasts and pulling her nipples. I was shouting, and crying, and so was she. I just couldn't believe it – I had never shown my breasts to a boy before, and now there were four or five of them, looking at them, and touching them." Paula's voice had risen, and she was trembling violently as she relived the events of that afternoon, which she had never confided in me, before. I was in a terrible quandary. The thought of Paula's perfect little firm tits being forcibly exposed by a gang of teenage boys was so erotic for me – but I realised that it had been a terrible ordeal for her. My cock was rigid with excitement, and I was petrified that she would realise this, and never forgive me. "What happened, then?" I muttered, hoarsely. "Well, I thought they were going to rape us, and I was absolutely panic-stricken, but then, in the distance, I heard a police siren, and I yelled 'That's the police coming!' They heard it, too, and they stopped for a moment or two, listening. The siren got closer and closer until it sounded as if it was right beside us, and, suddenly, they began running – and they just – disappeared." "As they vanished, the siren began to fade away again and I realised it had been in the road behind the shelter, which was on the edge of the park. We thought they were going to come back, but they didn't, and we just sank down on to the bench, shaking and crying." As she reached the climax of her tale, Paula's voice became more jerky and the last few words came out in a mixture of gasps and sobs. I became even more ashamed of my arousal, which was immense, as I realised what an ordeal it had been for my shy wife to describe these events to me, for the first time. I folded my arms around her and held her trembling body, but keeping my stiff erection well away from her. "Hey," I breathed softly. "It's OK. You couldn't help it. And you wouldn't see any of these guys ever again." I felt her head nod against my chest. "It could have been a lot worse," I ventured, and she nodded again, moving her head back, a little. "I know," she whispered. "Was it just – your tits – that they felt?" I couldn't help myself asking, although I knew I was on the point of coming, and the news that one of them might have touched her 'down there' would... "I suppose so," Paula replied, her voice still very breathy and shaky. "One of them grabbed me between the legs, but I was wearing jeans so he would only have felt – you know – denim. But no-one had ever even done that, before, and it really frightened me. They tried to open my jeans, but I had a big belt on, and they couldn't undo it, and one of them tried to push his hand down the back, but they were too tight." She took another couple of deep breaths, then went on. "But when I looked at Linda, after they had gone, her jeans had been pushed down – not far, about halfway down her thighs. And her panties were half down, too – some of her – hair – was showing above them. We were both sitting on the bench, our arms crossed over our chests, crying and shaking." "I asked Linda if she was all right. She took her hands away from her breasts, and I could see they were covered with little marks – like little bruises, where their hands had really pinched and squeezed them. My breasts were much smaller than hers and I suppose – well, I suppose, they weren't so easy to squeeze. What I remember is them more – flicking them and pulling my nipples, and making comments about how little they were....." Again, her voice trailed away, and I hugged her again. I sensed that, somehow, the comments about her tits being small had upset, her, even under these circumstances, and my heart went out to her... At last, to my relief, my cock was beginning to detumesce, as I concentrated my mind on Paula's distress. "Linda pulled her panties up again, and fastened her jeans," Paula went on, her voice still jerky with emotion. "I asked her, again, if she was OK. She said her breasts weren't sore now, although it had hurt a couple of times when the boys were squeezing them – but what was really upsetting her was that..." Paula began to shake again, in my arms, but I couldn't help myself. "What?" I asked. "What had upset her?" Her entire body was still shaking, almost jerking, but her voice carried on. "She said that Alan had felt her tits – and seen them – but that she had never let him feel inside her panties. Although she hadn't wanted it, she had almost found it exciting – all these boys feeling her breasts, and seeing them naked – but then she felt the top button of her jeans go, then the zip was pulled down, and she got really frightened. I think that was when I heard her scream. They were still holding her arms and she struggled furiously to make them let go, but they wouldn't and then she felt her jeans being pulled down." Trouble At The Office Paula's voice was very ragged, now, her body shaking like a leaf. "Then – then – she felt a hand pushing down the front of her panties – feeling her hair – down there – and then – and then – she could feel fingers right between her legs – feeling her bare pussy – and – and – then suddenly a hard long finger went into her..." Paula's body went rigid. Her teeth were chattering and her voice rose until she was almost screaming... "He stuck – his finger – right into – Linda's cunt – right up her – right up her tight – wet – cunt!!!!!!" Her breath was coming in huge gulping gasps and, suddenly, belatedly, I became aware of her frantic hand movements, between our two bodies – Paula, my shy little wife was in the grip of a massive orgasm. It was not fear which lay at the root of her shaking, shuddering state – it was arousal – uncontrollable and unleashed. And – me and my fucking conscience! – my cock was flaccid, unexcited – the result of berating myself at the thought of my wife's tits being handled by a load of young guys, while she convulsed in one of the strongest climaxes I had ever seen her have. I held Paula tightly until the storm passed, and she lay flat on her back, her head to one side, her eyes closed. It was almost as though she was dead. Her hands were lying by her sides. I slid an experimental hand between her thighs. Her pubic bush was matted and very damp. I felt it wet the palm of my hand as I slid it downwards. My middle finger drifted between swollen, puffy lips, and Paula jerked, with a gasp. She wasn't asleep, then! My cock twitched, and I cupped my hand round her moist pussy. The wetness carried on right round her slit, in between her ass-cheeks and I glided my finger down there. "Oh, oh, oh, oh," Paula groaned, quietly. "You owe me one," I whispered. "I thought you were upset – and all the time you were getting off!" "I was upset – at the time," Paula replied, her hand cupping mine, companionably, over her saturated cunt. "I was really frightened – we both were. We both thought they wouldn't stop until they had all raped us. But then we looked outside the shelter and realised they had gone - and our shirts were lying on the ground. I dashed out and got them, and we both felt better after we got them on. We didn't say much on the way home, and I didn't sleep much that night, but Linda came round to mine the next afternoon and we went up to my bedroom and talked." "After a while – well, somehow, it didn't seem so bad. After all, we didn't get hurt, or raped. It began to seem like a kind of – adventure – and I think, for both of us, but maybe Linda especially, but me, too, it was exciting to think that our bodies could arouse that response. They may have laughed at my tits a bit, but they had been keen enough to touch them – and they had wanted to go further – to get my jeans off and feel my pussy." "Linda kept going on about the boy who had felt her pussy, and pushed his finger into her, and I began to feel almost envious. I could see that, whatever she felt at the time, the memory of it was beginning to turn her on. She had called off her date with Alan the previous night, because of the marks on her breasts, but she was seeing him again during the week and she said, if he tried to feel her – down there – she was going to let him. She said she wanted to feel what it was like, with a boy she liked." My cock was stiffening again, as she spoke. Paula had never told me anything about her previous boyfriends, or her sexual experiences, before she met me. I kind of always knew I wasn't the first guy to get inside her bra and have a feel of her tits, but I'm sure no-one else had been in her panties. But she had never talked so frankly before, and I wanted to learn as much as I could, while the mood was still on her. What I really wanted to know was what she thought about her experience, once the initial shock had worn off. Had the memory of it begun to arouse her – had she played with herself – masturbated – when she thought about it? But I didn't know how to ask her, so I said – "And did she? Let her boyfriend feel inside her knickers, I mean." She shook her head. "I'm really not sure – well, I'm pretty sure she did, because they went out for quite a long time, after that, and I expect they went 'all the way'. I didn't see an awful lot of Linda after that – mainly because she spent most of her time with Alan, I suppose. Anyway, we never really talked about – that afternoon – again." "Did you – think about it?" I asked, taking a chance. I was very conscious of my hand on Paula's pussy, trying to gauge her reaction. Her thighs seemed to tighten a little. "Yes," she whispered. "I thought about it a lot. It made me very wary of boys, for quite a long time, but..." Her voice trailed away, and I urged her to continue. "But – what?" "Well," she said, slowly, "thinking about it used to excite me, as well, especially when I was in bed. It was something to do with being – helpless, and knowing that, really, I couldn't have done anything to stop them, no matter what. In a strange sort of way, I was envious of Linda. I could tell that, once the shock had worn off, she had begun to enjoy the memory of her pussy being fingered – and – and – I almost wished it had happened to me, too. Because it could have – it would have, if I hadn't been wearing that belt." Her hand had tightened over mine, and my fingers were pushing down into her wetness. Her voice was becoming jerky, again, and lower. "They could have stripped me – both of us – naked – and done what they wanted with us. I used to imagine them pulling my jeans and panties off, and opening my legs and holding them apart, to look up my – my vagina. And then, they would take us both out of the shelter, stark naked, and hold us down on the grass, side by side, and they'd begin to take their cocks out and then – and then – they would take turns at fucking us – Linda and me – holding us down – feeling our tits as they fucked us, one by one..." Her hand was pressing hard on mine, now, and I had two fingers inside her sopping cunt. Her other hand groped for my cock and, grabbing it, she started to masturbate me. "Are you thinking about it, John?" she muttered, through gritted teeth. "Are you thinking about me, helpless and naked on the grass, while these boys take turns at pushing their hard cocks up my tight young pussy...?" "Oh, Christ, Paula," I groaned. "Oh, yes – yes – yes..." But, now, it was too much for me, and I started to spurt wildly, in her hand. Paula tightened her grip round my shaft and milked the cum out of me, expertly draining every last drop until I collapsed beside her, gasping for breath. Usually, after I've shot my load, especially like that, I drop off, almost immediately, into a dreamless sleep, but my brain was still racing, my mind filled with images of a teenage Paula surrounded by boys, touching and fondling her naked tits... And, I was dimly aware, Paula hadn't come, again, and my hand was still nestling against a very wet bush, and engorged pussy lips. I had 'come down' enough, though, to still feel some traces of shame and guilt about enjoying, so much, a true story about my wife's, if not rape, at least ravishment. It wasn't what she was entitled to expect from her husband, and I began to try to stutter some sort of apology. But she interrupted me, almost immediately, cupping her hand round my limp cock, and balls, and kissed me, softly, on the mouth. "Stop, John," she whispered. "I've – I've something else to tell you. I must tell you, now, or I never will... I don't know how you'll feel about it – it's a bit – similar – but it's, well, more – recent." I honestly didn't know if I could take any more, but I did know that, if I didn't let her go on, now, she might never again muster the nerve to tell me. My balls were tightening, but, this time, there was an element of fear. What if she was going to tell me she was having an affair – that there was someone else – someone she loved more than me? But, she had said it was 'similar' – what if she had been raped? Even gang-raped? I knew that such a thing – really happening – in reality – would devastate me. My arousal disappeared quickly, and it was with real apprehension that I muttered – "Go on – you can tell me. Just remember – I love you." Paula squeezed my cock and balls, gently, and kissed me again. "And I love you, too, John. But this is going to be difficult, my love – please let me tell it in my own way." I returned her kiss and put an arm round her shoulders, and nodded, not quite trusting myself to speak. "It happened – well, it started – in February," she said, her voice now calm and controlled. "It was late on a Friday afternoon, and Jack suddenly called me into his office. That's not unusual, so I didn't think anything of it, and I sat down, facing him, on the other side of his desk." (I should explain about Jack. He joined the company – the one I've now left, and Paula is now working for, again – about a year after me. He's a very forceful, decisive character, and very good at his job, and he is, now, the general manager on the research side, in which Paula works. We're quite friendly with Jack and his wife, Donna, and he was a big help when Paula wanted her job back. Donna is totally different from Paula – she's got magnificent big tits – and a really fleshy round bum. She's not really my type, as a person, but I do sometimes fantasise about what she's like, naked, and what it would be like to fuck her.) "He asked how things were going," Paula continued, "and I told him everything was fine. Then he pulled a file out of his desk drawer and slid it over the desk to me. 'Recognise that one, Paula?' he said." "I opened the file, and my heart did a flip. It was the original data, and the results, from a project which Sandra and I completed just before Christmas. Just before we handed it in, when I was checking it, I found that the data was incomplete, and Sandra had 'made up' some input to bring it into line. I was horrified. I got hold of Sandra straight away, and she burst into tears. Things had been going wrong at home and she had let her work slip. Her husband had been made redundant and she was so frightened of losing her job, too, she hadn't had the nerve to admit she had fallen behind on this project, and had 'made up' some data to complete her quota." "As her boss, it was ultimately my responsibility, and I decided to take a chance. I doctored the stuff a bit more, to make the substitution harder to spot, and handed it in, just on the deadline. I was worried all over Christmas, but, by the end of January, I reckoned we had got away with it, and I made sure that I kept a good eye on Sandra, to make sure she didn't backslide again." "I had practically forgotten all about it, until that Friday afternoon." "I think the expression on my face must have given me away, completely. I didn't even open the file – I just sat and looked at it, with an awful feeling in the pit of my stomach. Jack didn't move – he just sat, staring at me, his face totally expressionless." I could feel Paula beginning to tremble, beside me, as she recalled these moments. Her voice had lowered, further, and she was speaking almost as if she was a little girl, caught out in some bad behaviour. My own thoughts were in a turmoil. When I had wondered if Paula was having an affair, it was Jack who automatically came to mind. I suppose, if the truth be told, he's one of those guys you automatically measure yourself against – and usually come out feeling – well, not too clever, anyway. He's got this sort of natural authority – when he comes into a room, people immediately know he's there. I've often wondered what would have happened if I had stayed at my old workplace – almost certainly, it would have been between him and me for the job he's now got, and I've more than a sneaking suspicion that he would have got it, anyway, even if I'd still been around. Paula was talking again. "I had never seen him look that. I had heard some of the others say how terrible he could be when he was crossed, or let down, but I – I never had, until now. He was looking at me as if I was a complete stranger – like a piece of dirt. Then he said, in an icy cold voice – 'Well?'" "I didn't dare raise my head, to meet his eye. I tried to apologise, but he cut me off. 'Don't give me your fucking apologies, you stupid girl! You know as well as I do what this means – this is nothing less than fraud! This isn't just your job on the line – this could turn into a police matter! You and that fucking idiot girl, Sandra, could go to jail for this! If I hadn't spotted it, I'd be looking at doing time, too! So don't waste my time with fucking apologising!" "He had pushed his chair back and stood up, standing over me, the words spitting out of him. He wasn't shouting – he was ice-cold – his voice full of contempt. I was trying to keep the tears back, but I couldn't. They were running down my face and my whole body was shaking. I kept thinking about you, and the kids, and what would happen if the police were brought in..." "I don't know what I was saying to him – it was a mixture of apologies and pleading to him to keep the police out of it, if he could – I was utterly petrified with fear – beside myself – out of control..." "At last, I ran out of things to say, and just sat in the chair, sobbing. Jack was sitting down, again, just waiting for me to stop and, when I did, he still didn't move, just sat there, looking at me. I could hardly see him, through my tears. Then he said, quietly, 'Stand up.'" "'What?' I said, and he repeated himself. 'Stand up.' I stood up, and put my hands on the desk in front of me. He pushed a box of tissues over the desk and told me to wipe my eyes. I did as I was told, and he pulled the box back." "Then he said – 'Open the front of your jeans!' I couldn't believe I had heard him correctly. I just gaped at him. Then I said – 'What?' 'Open the front of your jeans,' he said, again. 'Why?' I said. 'What for?'" "He said – 'Look at me', and I raised my eyes to meet his. He looked me straight in the eye and said 'Now, listen carefully – I'm only going to tell you this once. After that, the decision's yours, but I'm not interested in arguing about it. Understood?'" "I had a really cold feeling in the pit of my stomach. I think I knew what was coming, but, at least, getting him to spell it out would give me a few more moments to think." Paula's voice was really low, and frightened, now. I knew she was reliving these moments. I was in an agony of mixed emotions. My heart was thumping with a mixture of outrage and arousal – but my cock was like a ramrod, pointing straight up from my belly. I didn't dare touch it, and I prayed that Paula wouldn't either. "I nodded, and he carried on. 'We have to keep the original data for 60 days, after which we can destroy it, with no comeback. Until then – the 23rd of this month – it's available for me to check its authenticity. I can 'discover' that it's invalid at any time until that deadline runs out. You have a clear choice. Either you choose to own up to what you've done, and take the consequences – certain dismissal and probable prosecution – or, you follow my orders, to the letter, until the 23rd, when I'll hand you the data to dispose of. The choice is yours, Paula – but you have to make it, now.'" "I knew I had no option. I couldn't face the alternative – especially the possibility of going to jail. I felt icy cold, and I was shaking all over. I whispered – 'You bastard – I thought you were our friend.' He laughed. 'Oh, we're going to be very 'friendly', now, Paula,' he said – then he rapped – ' Now open your jeans!'" "I looked at him, but there was no mercy in his eyes. They were cold, like the rest of his face. But I pled with him, just the same – talking about you, and Donna, and our friendship – until he reached out a hand for the phone. I grabbed it from him, tehn started doing what he had told me to do. "I wasn't wearing a belt, but my hands were shaking so much, I couldn't get hold of the button, to pop it. I kept thinking about you – about how you were so possessive and jealous, in our courting days, and how you'd 'flip' if I as much as looked at another man. I couldn't imagine what you'd think if you knew what I was about to do. And I kept thinking about that Saturday, in the park, with Linda, with all these boys, feeling my breasts and trying to get between my legs..." "And then – and then – the button gave, and I felt my jeans loosen. I took hold of the zip, and pulled it down. I held the material together, hiding my panties. Jack said – 'Open it' – and I parted my hands. I was wearing white panties, and Jack looked at them, then he said – 'Pull your jeans down, to your knees.' It was as if I was in a trance. I put my hands behind me, just as though I was undressing to go to bed, or change, or something, and I eased my jeans down, over my bottom." "When they were halfway down my thighs, he told me to stop, and I did. Automatically, I adjusted my panties at the back, and he laughed again. I looked at him. He was staring at my panties. I knew he could see the shadow of my pubic hair through them – and one or two hairs had escaped round the sides. Despite my fear, I knew I was turning red with shame and embarrassment. Apart from one doctor, you were the only man who had ever seen my pubic hair." "Then he told me to turn round. It was awkward, with my jeans where they were, but I turned, so that he could look at my bottom. My panties covered my cheeks, but I was still cringing with shame. Also, I couldn't see him any more, and I thought he might – touch me. I listened for the slightest sound, but, any second, I thought I might feel his hand on me..." "Then, he told me to turn around again. Then he said – "Donna's kept her pussy shaved for the last six years, you know. I liked it, at first, but not any more – anyway, she never was as hairy as you, Paula. I want a closer look – come here!'" "I had to sort of shuffle round the edge of his desk – that made it worse, somehow. It was so – undignified – creeping round, holding my jeans half-up and half-down. He made me come right up to beside his chair, until I was standing at his elbow. He turned in his chair. His face was only inches away from my panties and the tops of my thighs. I could feel his breath on my skin." "Then – then – he raised both of his hands – and – he pulled the top of my panties forward and leaned over and looked down into them. I was looking down on the top of his head – and he was looking down at my bush. Then, still holding my panties away from me, he looked up at me and said – 'Oh, yes, Paula – what a lovely hairy twat you've got.' Then he suddenly let go and my panties twanged back into my stomach, and I flinched, and he laughed, again." "Then, very quickly, he felt between the tops of my thighs and slid his finger along my vaginal slit. I felt my damp panties push against my pussy lips, then he withdrew his finger, and smiled." "Then – he looked at his watch! He sat up, straight, and said – 'OK – that's enough fun for you today. Pull your jeans back up – I'll see you on Monday.' And he pulled a file across and opened it! I backed away from him, pulling up my jeans, then hesitated. 'Off you go,' he said. 'Have a nice weekend.' I almost ran to the door and, as I reached for the handle, he said – 'Come and see me at two o'clock on Monday – oh, and by the way – I'll want you in a skirt – and no panties! In fact, I think I want you wearing a skirt all day on Monday – and you can manage without panties, too...'" I think, by now, I was in a state of total shock. There was a complete welter of mixed emotions jostling inside me. I was enraged at Jack's treachery, but, at the same time, weirdly excited at the thought of him seeing Paula's pubic bush, and touching the damp patch on her panties. I was also, at that moment, not only feeling fiercely protective towards my wife, but also more in love with her than I had felt for many years. Trouble At The Office I had known her body – intimately – for more than 15 years, but tonight was the first time I felt as though I was getting to know her innermost thoughts. She was revealing herself completely to me. I didn't dare break the spell, so I just lay beside her, letting her dictate the pace of her revelations. "I don't remember how I got to the car," Paula continued. "All I know is that I found myself driving away, as if I was in a trance. But I couldn't face going home, yet, and I found a quiet country road where I could stop, and try to pull myself together – to think. But, as soon as I switched the engine off, I started shaking, and then I started to cry. I sobbed my heart out for about quarter of an hour, before I suppose I ran out of tears, and then I began to calm down." "The one thing I couldn't stop thinking about was that, when John slid his finger between my legs – my panties had been wet! And he knew! He felt the wetness! I remembered how he had pushed his finger upwards, just a little, so it was between my pussy lips, and smiled..." "When I got home, I told you I wasn't feeling well – and you were very good – looking after the kids – doing the housework, and the shopping – while I lay around the house. I even thought about calling in sick on the Monday, but I was too scared of what Jack might do." "So, on Monday morning, I bundled my denim skirt into a bag, and changed into it when I got to work. It was my knee-length one, but I just couldn't face the thought of leaving my panties off all day, so I kept them on." "I was in before Jack. I was working, at my desk, when he came in. He said 'Good morning', just like always, but then he told me to follow him through to his office. I got up – I'm sure my face was scarlet – and followed him in. He held the door for me to go in, then closed it behind me." "We were both standing. He looked at my skirt, and nodded. 'Good girl, Paula,' he said – then – then – he put his hand behind me and ran it up the back of my legs, under my skirt. I had left my legs bare and I felt his fingers sliding up the backs of my thighs. Then they reached my bottom, and felt my panties, and he stopped." "He took his hand away, and let my skirt fall, then walked round to face me. I was nearly collapsing with fear. For a few seconds, he said nothing, then he said – 'This is the one and only time you'll get away with not obeying my instructions. Do you understand that? I'm not joking – next time, the shit's going to hit the fan. Understood, Paula?' I nodded my head. I was trembling like a leaf." " 'Right,' he said. 'Now, reach up under your skirt and take down your panties.' I hesitated, and he rapped – 'Now!' I bent over and pulled them down – they were the light blue ones, with the matching bra. I was lifting my feet when he said – 'Leave them round your ankles, Paula.' I can't describe how I felt, standing in front of him, my panties round my feet..." "Then he said – 'Now, pull your skirt up – slowly – until I tell you to stop.' It was like a nightmare. I took hold of the edges of my skirt in both hands and lifted them, slowly. It was quite wide, so it went up at the side higher than the front and back, but he didn't say anything – he just went and sat down in his chair, and watched as my thighs were revealed. When I reached my waist, I stopped. I knew he could see the outside of my thighs, right up to the top, but the front and back of my skirt was still hanging down, concealing the rest of me." " 'Carry on,' he said, quietly. 'Keep going.' The tears were very close, now, but I fought them back and lifted my hands higher. Now, I knew, he was beginning to see everything, but he waited until my hands were up to my shoulders, then he said – 'Stop!' I felt as though I was a naughty little girl, holding my skirt up, waiting to be slapped on my bottom for something I had done wrong – but, at the same time, knowing that I was a fully-grown woman, displaying my pussy to another man, for the very first time." "I felt a couple of large tears drop onto my cheeks. Jack looked between my legs for a very long time, then he pushed his chair back and walked round the desk. I flinched, but he didn't touch me. He walked round me and, out of the corner of my eye, I saw him kneel down. His face was very close to my bottom. I knew my cheeks were clenched, and my thighs were pressed together as closely as I could. He was so close, I could feel his breath on the backs of my thighs, and I was sure he was going to touch me, but, suddenly, he stood up and said – 'OK, Paula, give me your panties, and get back to work. I'll see you back here, at two.'" "I felt dreadful as I reached down and kicked my panties off and handed them to him – apart from anything else, I could feel they were a little damp – and Jack didn't just stuff them into his pocket. He was examining them closely and, as I went out of the door, I saw him lifting them up to his face......" "As I went back through the office, I felt naked. I could feel the denim brushing against the bare cheeks of my bum, and I felt sure people could tell I had nothing on under my skirt. I hardly moved from my desk that morning, and I even worked through my lunch-hour, although I had no real idea of what I was doing." "I checked the time every two minutes, my mind constantly wondering what was going to happen at two o'clock. After one o'clock, time seemed to stand still. My insides were absolutely churning, my face felt hot, and my hands wouldn't stop shaking." "Then, at just before five to two, Jack called and said we would have to postpone our 'appointment' for an hour, and he would see me at three. I had to go outside for a walk – I couldn't stay in there any longer. Of course, I knew what he was doing – he was showing me how much he was in control. He likes to be in control, but he had never been like that with me, before. I had seen one or two girls come out of his office, upset and crying after he had told them off – and a few men, pretty upset, as well. He's awful when he doesn't get his own way." "I thought, until then, that it was because we were old 'friends' that he hadn't given me a hard time – but now, I knew different." "I didn't feel as though I had been walking around for long, but, suddenly, I realised it was past quarter to three. I hurried back inside, and went to the loo, and freshened up. It seemed wrong to 'freshen up' for what was about to happen – whatever it was – but, well, I did it, anyway." "Then, I knocked on Jack's door, and he called 'Come in'." "He was sitting behind his desk, leaning forward. He looked at me as I walked in. I closed the door and, as soon as it was shut, he said – 'Drop your skirt!' Even knowing the situation I was in, I automatically opened my mouth to protest, but he raised an eyebrow, and I shut it again." "Then, I unbuttoned my skirt and, after holding it for a second, let it go, and it fell to the floor. My t-shirt gave me no cover at all – it hardly reached my waist. The whole of my lower body was naked. It was the first time he had actually seen me like that – my legs bare, right up to my waist, and my pubic hair and vagina on full display." "I stood still, willing myself to keep my hands at my sides, then he gestured to me to come round to his side of the desk. I walked round, trying not to roll my hips, and stood beside his chair." "Then he leaned back, away from the desk – and his cock was standing, erect, sticking out of his trousers. It was big, and hard, and thick. It was circumcised, and the big helmet on the top was a very dark red, and there was a little dribble of semen oozing out of the tip. I stood, horrified, looking at it, then he said – 'In your mouth, Paula – get your kissing-gear round it!'" "I couldn't move – I just stood, staring at it. It looked so – huge – and menacing. I'm not sure how I managed to stay on my feet. My heart was thudding so much, I was sure he could hear it. Then I felt his hand at the back of my neck and then he was forcing my face down..." "My mouth was absolutely dry and, when my lips touched the tip of his cock, the little bit of semen stuck to my lips. I automatically, put my tongue out to lick them – to get it off – but my tongue touched his cock, and he sighed and pushed it up towards me. I felt it press against my lips and – and – well, I couldn't think of anything else to do but open my mouth, and the end of his cock pushed between my lips, and... and... well, I did what I always do with you – I ran my tongue round it and put my fingers round the shaft." "As I did that, Jack took his hand away from the back of my head, and then I felt it between my legs, feeling for my pussy. His fingers were in my pubic hair, and then they found my slit, and two of them slipped inside me. They slipped in so easily – I realised I was very wet, again, and, well, the sensation of his fingers inside me – inside my cunt – it was exciting me." "Oh, John – it was the strangest feeling – I knew I shouldn't be getting excited, but it was almost as if the fact that I had no option – I had to do whatever he told me – meant that the normal 'rules' didn't apply. It was OK for me not to feel bad, or guilty, about having another man's cock inside my mouth, or his fingers feeling the inside of my pussy. I tried to convince myself that the reason I started stroking his cock with my hand, and licking round it with my tongue was to make him come, and end it all, but, deep down, I knew I was turned on..." "It was – was – like that day in the park with the football supporters. When they were holding my arms, and feeling my tits, I was powerless to stop them and, if they had got my jeans down and felt me – down there – they'd have found me wet. My panties were soaking, that day." "And it was the same in Jack's office. I was reacting to his fingers inside me – I was pushing my pussy down on to them, trying to force them in deeper – harder – and I was going further and further down on his cock, until only two of my fingers were round his shaft – the rest was in my mouth." "I could feel his cock getting harder and harder – then, suddenly, I felt his thumb pushing against the cheeks of my bum, pushing them apart, and feeling for my - my opening. I couldn't stop myself, John – I shuffled my feet further apart and he pushed again – and it went in, and that was when I totally lost control of myself." "Well, you know what I'm like when you do that, John – my instincts just – take over. The next thing I knew, I had pulled my head off his cock, and I was holding it tight, in my fist, and leaning forward over his desk, begging him to put it in me. He stood up from his chair and got behind me. I was still holding his cock, guiding it between my open legs towards my pussy. He withdrew his fingers from my pussy, but he kept his thumb jammed up my bum, then he pulled my hand off his cock and slammed it into me!" "Oh, John, that first thrust – I felt it was coming up into my throat, and then he withdrew and slammed into me again. I'm sorry, but he's much thicker than you – my pussy has never been so stretched – and he just kept on fucking me, riding me – my thighs kept hitting the edge of the desk with the force of his cock hammering into my pussy." "His thumb was buried deep in my ass – then his other hand reached up and grabbed one of my tits and started squeezing it, hard, and that seemed to tip him over the edge. As soon as he grabbed my breast, he stopped pulling out of my pussy and tried to push his cock even deeper into me, then I felt him start to shake and then he started spurting his come into me." "He must have pulled out of my ass, because I felt both his hands gripping my hipbones, pulling me back onto his cock as he shot all his stuff up me. It seemed to go on for ever, but, at last, he started to slow down and I felt his cock softening inside me and, at last, it flopped out and he let me go, leaving me to lie, face down, on his desk." "I was aware of him falling back into his chair and, although I hadn't climaxed, it was only a matter of a few seconds before reality kicked in, and I realised what I'd done – how I had let you and the kids down – and myself. I was close to tears, but I didn't cry. But I realised I was sprawled, almost naked, over Jack's desk, and I staggered back to my feet." "I looked down at him. He was grinning up at me, and he was playing with his cock, stroking it gently, as though he was pleased with it. It was still soft, but it still looked very thick, although not very long, now. He said 'Well, aren't you the surprise package? The quiet ones are the worst – or the best!' That was almost the worst bit – I knew I'd never forgive myself for letting go like that. The only thing I could hold on to was the fact that I hadn't come." "I looked at him with as much contempt as I could drag up, and said – 'Can I get dressed, now – now that you've fucked me?' It was a mistake – it was exactly what he wanted to hear. He wanted to know that he had fucked me – that he was in control – that I was his servant – his slave – and that I knew it. I realised that when his cock started to stiffen again." "He dropped his eyes, deliberately, and looked hard at my pussy. I knew there was cum dribbling down my thighs, and it only with a massive effort that I stopped myself putting my hands down to cover myself. Then he looked up again, and grinned. 'Yep,' he said. 'John wasn't lying – you have got a really gorgeous hairy cunt – and you do love being fingered in the ass – but he didn't tell me what a tight twat you have – Jesus, I can't remember when my cock was last gripped like that.' His cock was completely hard again, now, but the last thing I wanted to do was to have it anywhere near me. The tears were very close, again, but I fought them back – then he said – 'But we haven't had a look at your little floppies yet, have we, Paula? John tells me they're sagging a bit, these days – they're not all tight and firm like they were, in the old days. Remember that Christmas party?'" "Well, I did remember, but I had always hoped he might not. It was my first year at the office, and Jack and another guy played this stupid joke on me at the Christmas party, which ended up with me carrying a tray loaded with drinks then, because he knew I was terrified of dropping the tray, Jack came up behind me and put his hands on my breasts and felt them. There was nothing more to it than that – except that I could feel him – his erection – against my bottom as he squeezed my breasts. I managed to get the tray over to a table, then pulled his hands off me. I was really angry, but I pretended to laugh it off as a joke, and kept out of his way for the rest of the party." "But, now, as he forced me to bring it back in my memory, I remembered the other emotion from that time – the guilty thrill I had got from being groped like that, and not being able to do anything about it – the feeling of powerlessness – of being under his control. Like that Saturday afternoon, when I had been alone, in bed, that night, and remembered it, the thrill – the excitement – had taken over, and I fantasised about it going further. I imagined Jack not just giving my tits a quick squeeze at the party, but pulling up my top and opening my bra, so that everyone there would get to see my naked tits, and watch Jack playing with them, then... then the other guys joining in, passing me round to have my tits felt – and worse..." "So, now, when Jack made it clear that he wanted me to show him my – my breasts, my biggest reaction was that they weren't as good as that time he had groped them – when it should have been outrage that he was demanding to see them, at all..." "But Jack was getting impatient. 'Come on, Paula,' he said. 'I want to check out your little tits. Get your top off!' It was strange – I was standing in front of him, totally naked from the waist down, his cum slithering down my thighs, but, somehow, baring my tits for him just seemed so – wrong. But I knew, now, I couldn't refuse him anything, so I took hold of my t-shirt and slowly pulled it up over my head." "I was watching him as I did it – he was slowly masturbating his cock, just pulling it gently, and smiling as my t-shirt rose up my body. Oh, God, John – his cock is big. Even with his whole hand round it, there must have been two inches above his fist – I could still feel where my pussy had been stretched to take it inside me. And as I watched him play with it, while he watched me, I felt the juices flooding inside me again." "Then I pulled my t-shirt over my head and dropped it to the floor, and he stood up. I stood in front of him, wearing just my bra, and he raised his hands, ever so gently, and just touched my nipples. The expression on his face had changed. It was almost a –loving – look, and he breathed – 'Oh, Paula, I love your little tits – if you knew how sick I am of those fucking great floppy melons of Donna's.' Then he closed his hands round them, and squeezed them, softly, and whispered – 'Take off your bra.'" "My hands were shaking as I reached up my back and unclipped it. He felt it give, and he gathered the material in his hands and slid it away from me. He dropped my bra to the floor, his eyes never leaving my tits. Then he leant down and kissed them, alternately, going from one to the other. At the same time, his hands went down my back to cup my bum. He took a cheek in each hand and ran his fingers round the top of my legs, through to my pussy. Then he started running his fingers right round my crack, from my clit to my anus, spreading my pussy juices..." "All the time, I could feel his cock prodding against my belly and – and – I couldn't help it, John – I reached down with my hand and felt it. I stroked it with one hand, then put my other hand under his balls, and felt them – felt their weight – they were very big, and heavy, even though he had just come inside me." "His fingers were beginning to dip into my pussy again, and then into my tight little asshole. I could feel his cock getting even stiffer, and I was beginning to shake with arousal, myself. It was as though all my nerve-ends were standing up, and the itch in my cunt was almost unbearable. I had lost all sense of reason – completely forgotten that, technically, he had raped me – that I was naked in his arms against my will – all I knew was that I wanted him to fill my cunt again with his huge hard cock..." "I was pulling his cock downwards, trying to get him to bend his knees so that I could slide it into my pussy, when he groaned and turned me round again, holding me against him, but behind me. So that his hands were on my tits from behind and his cock was pushing the small of my back, his balls resting on the cheeks of my bum. His touch on my tits wasn't gentle any more – he was squeezing them like lemons – then he pushed me forward again, so that I had to put my hands on his desk to support myself." "He didn't have to push my legs apart, this time – I opened them myself – opened them wide – and he crouched over me, one hand grabbing at my dangling tits, the other one holding his erection, running it all the way up and down my crack, covering both of us with my cunt-juices..." "Then he suddenly gripped my hip-bones and braced his legs and I reached a peak of excitement, waiting for him to penetrate my sopping cunt again. Then – then – I felt the head of his cock slide back from my pussy-lips and – oh, John! – it was pushing against my – my asshole. I had a moment of shocked disbelief, when I expected him to move it back to my cunt again and, in that moment, the tip of his cock entered my ass. I was so shocked, I stiffened completely, and snapped my thighs shut, and his cock popped out again." "But he reached down and pulled my cheeks apart again, and took his cock in his hand and pushed it against my bumhole. Well, you know how I am about that, John, and, even though I knew the consequences, I pulled forward, away from him, and pled with him not to do that. I told him his cock was too big, and it would rip me, and you would be bound to suspect something." Trouble At The Office "He kept trying, but the truth is, his cock wasn't as hard as it had been when he had fucked my cunt, and, when I realised that, I begged him to fuck me in there, again – I told him I wanted him in my cunt, so much – and, suddenly, he turned me and pushed me back onto his desk, on my back." "I spread my legs and took his cock in my hand, and fed it into me – into my cunt – then I grabbed his ass and pulled him deep into me, and scissored my thighs round him. Oh, God, it was good – I've never been fucked so deep before..." Paula hesitated, then said – "I'm sorry, John – I'm being totally frank with you about what happened. The fact is, by then, I had been taken over by my sheer sexual feelings, and I did want him to fuck me up my cunt, again. I wanted to feel his thickness and hardness deep inside me – to feel his balls slapping against the cheeks of my bum as he rode me – and to feel his hands and mouth on my tits. I wanted to be on my back, with him on top of me, pounding me – I wanted to wrap my thighs around his waist, so I could pull him into me, then hold him there, until his cock swelled up and he shot another load of cum into me..." I had remained silent throughout her whole recital of events, but my mind had pictured every move, and my cock had been rock-hard from the moment Jack had ordered Paula to open the top of her jeans to show him her white panties... Now, without even thinking about it, I just groaned and rolled over on top of my gorgeous, horny wife, forcing her thighs apart with my knees, and plunging my cock deep into her... It was almost like our first-ever fuck, but, this time, I think I only lasted three strokes before I came, arching my back and pushing as hard into her as I could, feeling the streams of cum jetting up from my balls... Then I collapsed on top of her, my face buried in the pillow. Paula wrapped her arms round me, then scissored her thighs round my waist, trapping my softening cock in her saturated pussy. "I'm so sorry, John," she whispered in my ear. "I shouldn't have enjoyed it – I should have hated every minute. But – it's something about me... I can't help it – I need to be dominated – to have no control over what's happening. When that happens, I just get so aroused..." She could feel my cock stiffening again, and she tightened her vaginal muscles around it. "It turns you on, too, John – doesn't it?" she breathed. "You like to think of me being helpless – having to display my body to a man – letting him touch me – see me naked..." "Yes," I groaned. "Yes. God help me – it just turns me on, so much. Keep telling me about it, Paula. Tell me what else happened." "Well, when he fucked me on my back, on the desk, I orgasmed – violently – and then he came, too, and I think he was worn out, then, and he let me leave. I dressed as quickly as I could, and went straight out to the car park, and drove straight home to have a bath, while the house was still empty. Then, I spent the evening trying to behave normally, with images of what he had done to me, burning into my brain, reliving it, again and again." "But – and this is maybe the hardest bit to explain, John," she said, her eyes lowered, her face scarlet. "But – you know how I like it when you 'order' me to take off my panties, or my bra?" I nodded, my cock beginning to swell, again. "Well," Paula went on, "I think I must be what they call a natural 'submissive'. I can't explain how much it turns me on to be under the control of a man – especially a man like Jack – a man with a natural sort of authority. Of course, it was because of his hold over me that I did those things – but – but – that doesn't explain why I was so excited every time..." "Were there a lot of times?" I interrupted, my mouth dry and excited. "Yes," breathed Paula. "I'm sorry, John, but there was – something – almost every day until the 23rd of February. Almost every morning, I'd get an e-mail, telling me to leave my panties or bra off – he had a code – NPT or NBT – no panties or bra, today. Then he'd come and sit beside me, and feel up my leg to check my pussy was bare – or he'd meet me in a corridor and take me into a corner and make me lift my skirt or t-shirt to show him I was naked underneath, and he'd give my tits or cunt a quick feel with his fingers." "And that was another thing – he loved talking – talking 'dirty' to me. He knew quite a lot about me, from talking to you, and he knew I was uncomfortable with words like 'cunt' and 'cock', so he kept using them, and making me use them. He wanted me to tell him all about you – and me – about our sex life. He loved the thought of you fucking me, after him, with his cum still inside me – and he made me tell him about the things you did to me, and how I felt about them." Paula's voice was quickening and becoming jerky and breathless, and I could tell she was becoming aroused by the memory of these conversations. I wondered what she had told him. I knew how uncomfortable she would have been, at first, then, as she was doing now, she would have become turned on as the conversation got more intimate, personal and 'daring' – as she began using the 'forbidden' words, and Jack pressed her for more and more intimate detail. I had a mental vision of her sitting there, telling him all our bedroom secrets. Then, I suddenly realised that my vision was of her sitting at the opposite side of his desk – of course, it wouldn't have been like that! She would probably have been naked to the waist, with Jack ogling her naked tits as she spoke – or even fondling them – or he could have been fingering her pussy as she gasped out the details of me fucking her with her big vibrator with a black condom stretched over it... My cock was throbbing again, with an almost unbearable intensity. I needed to fuck Paula, again, but I also wanted all the details of what Jack had subjected her to during her three weeks of hell... "What else did he do?" I managed to groan, and Paula shrugged, helplessly. "Oh, John," she said, and I thought I detected a hint of weepiness in her voice. "There were so many things. Twice, he took me to a hotel room for the afternoon. Once, after I told him about you fucking me in the car, he drove me to the same spot and made me sit on his cock, in broad daylight, in the back seat and, while I was going up and down on him, he pulled my t-shirt off and held my hands so that anyone in a passing car could see my tits bouncing up and down. He caught me in the storeroom, once, and just pulled my skirt up and fucked me, standing up, against the racking." "And I lost count of the number of times he fucked me in his office – in his chair, over the desk, against the window-sill, and the filing-cabinet..." She stopped speaking, suddenly, then obviously forced herself to go on. "And – and – he made me go down on him – take his cock in my mouth – a lot of times – and – and – he held my head down until I had swallowed all his cum. I'm really sorry, John..." It was at this point that the tears started to trickle down her cheeks. She gulped – "I knew how much you've always wanted me to do that, and I hated it when I felt the first spurt of Jack's cum hitting the back of my throat, and I even tried to pretend to myself that it was you..." I folded my arms round her, and breathed "It's OK – you had to do it..." but, God forgive me, even as I spoke, I was wondering... As if she could read my mind, Paula whispered, tearfully, into my chest – "John!" "What?" I breathed. "You know I said about him – that first time, in his office – when he tried to – put it in my – my..." My heart sank – it had been inevitable. "That's OK, too, love," I tried to reassure her, but she lifted her head and put a finger over my lips. "He never did," she whispered, with what was almost a giggle. "I think he's fucked Donna there so often, he was happy with a nice tight cunt for a change – he says hers is like a railway tunnel." Her little hand slipped down between us, and folded round my cock, again. Her lips sought out mine, and I felt her serpent-like tongue slide into my mouth. I slid my hands round her hips, and caressed the cheeks of her bum. She wiggled her delicious little ass against my palms. "John," she whispered. "That first time – when I suddenly felt the head of his cock against my – my asshole – felt it push inside – well, it didn't feel too bad, really. When I pushed him out again, it was an instinctive reaction – also, it was the same as him coming in my mouth – it was something I had never let you do. But, I kept remembering how it had felt, with that first inch or two inside me – and, every time I thought about it, I wondered how it would have been..." My heart began to thump with excitement. Experimentally, I slid my fingers between her cheeks. Her pussy juices had slid down between her thighs, and I laved my fingers in them and slipped round to the tiny hole at her anus. I smeared the juices over it, and pushed gently with the middle finger of my right hand. I sensed Paula making an effort to relax her sphincter, then my finger slipped in, up to the second knuckle. She took a deep breath, and murmured – "After that, I knew that all it would take would be the right man – at the right time – with the right attitude – a man who could compel me – leave me no choice..." I pulled my finger out of her ass and delivered a stinging slap to her behind with the flat of my palm, followed, immediately, by another one. "Get up on your knees," I hissed. "On your knees – arse in the air –legs apart!" Burying her face in the pillow, Paula dumbly obeyed. Kneeling behind her, my cock rearing wildly in anticipation, I slapped her bottom again. "Hold your cheeks apart, you slut," I commanded, plunging my fingers in the tub of KY jelly on the bedside table. Her shaking hands reached backwards and closed round her gorgeous bum cheeks, pulling them to either side. I spread the jelly on my throbbing erection – my shaft was so sensitive, the temptation to continue handling it to the point of ejaculation was almost irresistible, but I pulled my hand away and smeared the remains of the jelly down the crack of Paula's anus. I felt her shudder, but whether with dread or anticipation, I couldn't tell. I reached forward to grab hold of her hipbones, biting back my natural inclination to ask whether she was really ready for this. She wanted to be 'taken' – no more Mr Nice Guy! She wanted to be the helpless victim – I lined up my cock with her puckered, shiny asshole and pushed forward... I expected initial resistance, followed by a 'plop' as her ass surrendered to me, but it wasn't like that. It may have been the jelly, but, after a few seconds resistance, once her hole expanded enough to take the girth of my cockhead, the whole length of my tumescent penis slid deliberately up my wife's unresisting ass. The feeling was entirely different from sliding into her cunt – every millimetre of my cock's surface seemed to be gripped tightly by her anal channel and, at the end, as my balls rested against her cheeks, I felt like I thought a dog must feel when his cock is trapped inside his selected bitch. I thought I'd never be able to emerge until I had climaxed and softened, but, when I started to withdraw my hips, my cock slid back with them and, with untold delight, I began to ride her ass.... After nearly twenty years, at last, I was fucking my wife's delicious little ass! I leaned forward and took hold of her dangling tits – her nipples were like rocks and I became aware, for the first time, of her almost delirious gasping and moaning. "Oh, John – you dirty bastard – you're fucking my bum, you dirty sod – oh, Jesus – you made me do it – I don't believe you made me let you stick your cock up my bum – and you're squeezing my tits, too – you randy, horny, dirty bastard – is it good? Are you enjoying raping my ass?" Her hand was groping beneath her body – I guessed she was fingering her clit and her pussy... "How would you like a cock up your wet little cunt at the same time?" I grunted in her ear, squeezing her tits like two little oranges – it was just the stimulus we both needed, to tip us over the edge. I don't know about Paula, but the picture which flashed into my mind was of Jack lying underneath us, his big thick cock splitting Paula's pussy wide apart, while I pounded at her virgin ass like a rabid dog – then the heavens exploded in my head and I shot jet after jet of cum up my ravaged wife's rectal channel... I was aware of her jerking and screaming beneath me, and I had to hold tight, to keep her from slithering away from me, then, at last, she fell flat on her face, and I collapsed on top of her, feeling my cock slithering out of her to dangle between her cum-soaked thighs. I had done it! And – I felt nowhere near entering the land of real dreams. She had so much, still, to tell me – and, if I could rise to the occasion one more time, she was destined to take a mouthful of my sperm before this night was through... I rolled off her, and gave her behind another – more gentle – slap. "Go through and pour me a drink," I growled. "Then you can tell me about the time he fucked you in the car..." Obediently, Paula slid off the bed. Standing beside it, she licked her fingers and carefully rubbed them against her little brown nipples, then slid a hand lasciviously between her thighs, a finger disappearing into her abundant pubic bush. "Yes, John," she smiled... (As always, I welcome e-mail comment on my stories, and I will reply, if you let me have a return address.) Trouble at the Walmart Pharmacy Between the inevitable health problems associated with aging and the ever increasing costs of prescription medications, I finally had to bite the bullet and transfer my prescriptions to the Walmart pharmacy located just across the state line. I knew there'd be longer waits in the lines to pickup the medications, but I never expected the transition to go so poorly. After dropping off a couple of new prescriptions and asking the staff there to contact the other pharmacy to transfer all my records, I thought everything was taken care of and would be handled in a professional manner. I was told that I'd be able to pickup everything the following day after 1:00 and I believed them. I mean, a licensed pharmacist is a licensed pharmacist and a computerized system ought to be able to keep due dates organized, but apparently that's not always the case. Just to be on the safe side, I arrived at the store a little after 2:00 the next day and walked to the waiting line for the pickups. There were at least ten people in line ahead of me and each one seemed to be having difficulty at the counter. For lack of anything better to do, I tried to focus on what was being said between the customers and the pharmacy techs but I was just far enough away that I couldn't quite make out the conversations. After a couple of people left empty handed, I started to wonder what was happening and if I'd have the same problem. I checked my watch every so often. Time was ticking away although it seemed to be taking longer than my watch indicated. Finally, somebody got a bag of something and tried to pay for it with either a debit or credit card. I heard cursing and then saw the customer walk away empty handed. Not a good sign, I thought, because I planned to pay with a credit card, too. At 2:30 the cashier left and was replaced by someone else. A pretty someone else. A pretty redhead with fair skin, big breasts and a curvaceous butt wearing a skin-tight top and jeans. I kept my eyes glued to her as I waited in line. When I was finally close enough to the counter to really see her, I discovered she had blue eyes, a light dusting of freckles and a visible panty line. I detected a lace trim on her bikinis and started fantasizing about what else I might find underneath her clothes. When it was finally my turn I stepped up and read "Amanda" on her name tag. I was all set to turn on the charm when I saw her engagement ring and wedding band. Damn! I knew it was too good to be true. Besides, I was obviously much older than she and as usual had let my "dirty old man" mind get the better of me. I greeted her by name anyway, told her my name, date of birth (making it even clearer that I was too old for her) and how many prescriptions I was supposed to pickup. She first checked the bags hanging on the racks behind her and then checked the computer. "I'm sorry, but there's nothing ready for you to pickup," she said rather matter of factly. I was ticked off because not only had I arrived an hour after I was told everything would be ready, but it was now close to two hours past the promised time. If I hadn't waited in that line so long, I might not've been as upset, but I had and wasn't at all pleased. "I know it's not your fault, Amanda, but I was told everything would be ready by 1:00, and it's nearly 3:00. How much longer do you think it will be?" I'd meant to be pleasant but as I heard myself speak, I knew I came across as an irate customer. She checked the computer again and then asked me how many items I was supposed to get, looked back at the monitor, looked up at me, and then asked me to wait a moment. As she turned to go to the actual pharmacy area, my eyes focused on her butt again. She paused and spoke with the first pharmacist she got to, looked my way - and saw that I was staring at her - and then returned to the counter. I tried to keep my eyes up but couldn't help myself, instead staring at her crotch and then up to her breasts which now had hard, protruding nipples, and as she started to speak, finally looked into her eyes. "I'm not sure what happened, but only one of your prescriptions will be ready today, and it'll be another 15-minutes. Would you like to wait for it?" I said I'd wander through the store and then come back. I checked my watch and then walked away like so many of the others before me had done. Thinking that 15-minutes probably wasn't going to be an accurate guess, I waited nearly 30-minutes before I went back to stand in the line. Fortunately there were only a few people ahead of me and I could easily watch Amanda move about behind the counter. Although I knew it had to be my imagination, I thought I noticed her accentuating the movement of her ass when she walked. When it was my turn, I approached the counter and saw her nipples harden again. And then saw that huge rock sitting on her finger. What a tease - I'll bet she does this to every man who comes in here, I thought. She asked my name and date of birth again, as if she'd never seen me before. I told her again and as before, she checked the bags on the racks, then checked her computer monitor, and once again told me there was nothing ready for me to pickup. This time I was pissed off and let her know it. "I guess you don't remember telling me about 45-minutes ago that I'd have one of my prescriptions ready in 15-minutes! What could possibly take so long?" Amanda looked down, not at the monitor but at her feet, and then appeared to be looking at my crotch when she said, "I'm sorry, sir. Let me see if I can find out what's going on." She walked back to the same pharmacist and talked with her a while, and then returned to the counter where I was waiting. "She says she's sorry for the delay and will move it to the front of the line. If you'll wait here it ought to be ready in just a few minutes." I agreed to wait. "I'll sit over there. Please call me when it's ready." I walked a few feet to a metal bench near the waiting area and sat down. I looked at products on the shelves nearby. I looked at some of the customers as they walked by. And I looked at Amanda. Every now and then she'd look my way. Normally I'd look away, but not today. My imagination got the better of me and I just stared back at her. When she looked away, I kept staring at her. I wanted to know what she looked like underneath her clothes and I wanted to do all kinds of things with her body, especially that beautiful ass of hers! Unfortunately, she walked to the back of the pharmacy and disappeared. I was forced to return to counting the number of boxes of various laxatives and stool softeners on the shelves. A short time later I heard her call my name. I got up from the bench and walked to her. As she was telling me the price I asked when the other items would be ready. She told me it would probably be another couple of days but if I wanted, they'd call me when it was ready to be picked up. She verified my phone number. I swiped my credit card in the reader, and she handed me a small bag with only one thing in it. I left feeling extremely pissed off and incredibly horny. After three days had passed I finally received an automated call from the pharmacy. All my medications were ready and the price to be paid was quoted. The cost was much lower than where I used to go so I thought that maybe it was worth the trouble. I decided to wait until close to 2:30 in hopes that Amanda would be there again. If she was, at least I'd have someone pretty to ogle while I waited. When I arrived at the pharmacy I once again stood in the line at the pickup counter. There she was! My Amanda! She was once again wearing a skin-tight top and it showed off her ample cleavage, but today she had on off-white, dressier looking skin-tight slacks. When I got close enough to see better, once again I noticed her visible panty line, but today there appeared to be more lace in both the front and back. I imagined she'd chosen her wardrobe just for me. Yeah, right - how pathetic! When it was my turn I walked to the counter. I decided to be friendly and said, "Hello, Amanda. How are you today?" She asked my name and date of birth. Well, that was that, I thought. I'm nothing special. She just likes to dress provocatively. I stated my name and date of birth, she checked the bags on the rack and again turned around and looked at the computer monitor. She blankly looked at me and told me there was nothing ready for me to pickup today. "What!?!" I practically shouted at her. "Three days ago you told me it would be a couple of days and I'd get a call when it was ready. Well, I got a call a couple of hours ago telling me everything was ready and even quoted me the total price. And now you tell me nothing's ready? This is not good. I've transferred everything here and to be honest, I'm considering taking my business someplace else. This just stinks!" I wasn't proud of my behavior, but I had a right to be mad. Amanda looked down at the floor and apologized for the problems, and then asked if I'd wait just a moment. She turned and walked back to one of the pharmacists, then both of them walked back to where I was standing. The pharmacist told me, "I'm sorry. I don't know why you would've been called. You're not the only one, though. Several people have told me the same thing and I keep telling the home office something's wrong, but apparently they don't care. If you'll give me about 20-minutes, I'll try to get everything together for you. Can you wait that long?" Still upset I replied, "I don't have much choice, do I? If I leave and come back another time, I'll have wasted even more time and the way things have gone so far, there's no guarantee anything will be ready." The pharmacist apologized again and said she'd get started on it right away if I'd be kind enough to wait. I agreed and went off to wander through the store again. After about 15-minutes of watching the recorded programming on the many large televisions on display in the electronics department, I returned to the pharmacy waiting area and got into the line. Even though Amanda had treated me like just another customer, I started watching her again, imagining the things I wanted to do to her. When it was my turn again, I was asked my name and date of birth. Oh, if she only knew what I'd been thinking moments ago! I gave her my information, she checked the bags on the rack and again turned around and looked at the computer monitor. "I'm sorry but everything's not ready yet. It shouldn't be much longer." I asked what wasn't ready and when she told me, I was mad again. "It comes prepackaged in a box! All she has to do is pull it off the shelf and slap a label on it! What is so difficult about that?" Amanda turned and went back to the pharmacist to find out what was taking so long. They both came back to where I was standing. The pharmacist said, "I've finished with your things. What are you so upset about?" I explained that no, she wasn't finished with everything and wondered how two people using the same computer system could have different opinions about the same thing. She looked at the monitor as Amanda pointed to the unfilled prescription. "Oh. Right," she said. "Can you wait a few minutes?" I asked how long and she said she'd get right on it. I said I'd sit on the bench and wait. Ten minutes later and nothing had been done. I walked to the counter, stated my name and date of birth, and asked why I still didn't have my box. Amanda spoke softly this time and looked into my eyes. "I'm very sorry for the inconvenience and I remember your name. Excuse me just a minute." At least she says she knows me now, I thought to myself. Maybe there's hope for this place. Amanda returned, this time holding the labeled box. She gathered up the other items and placed them into paper bags, folded the health warnings and pricing information neatly and stapled it all together in a neat stack. She then asked me to sign the electronic pad, and told me how much it cost. "What? Wait a minute. That's not enough!" She laughed and said I could pay more if I wanted, but that was all I owed. I insisted she check to see if something was missing. She went through her neat stack of paper and pointed to the prices. After the second one she said, "Oh. This is a partial, so there's no charge." Again, I was pissed off. "How is it that I had to wait three days and somehow I still got a partial? That's just absurd!" She apologized and said it shouldn't be more than one more day, and that I'd be called when it was ready to pickup. In a smart ass tone I responded, "Yeah, you mean like today? I don't know how you can stand to work here if you have to put up with this every day." I swiped my credit card, signed another electronic pad and left the store. Two days later I received an automated call stating that I had one overdue prescription waiting to be picked up. I checked the time and decided to wait a little longer. If nothing else, maybe Amanda would be there and I could apologize for yelling at her before. As luck would have it, Amanda was there when I arrived and nobody was waiting in line. I quickly noticed that she was wearing a skin-tight top and a short skirt as I approached the counter. She looked up at me and said, "Just a moment." "Don't you need my name and date of birth?" "She smiled and said, "No, sir. I've got that now." Since nobody was waiting behind me and the pharmacy area was deserted, I decided to apologize for my past behavior. "Amanda, I need to apologize for the way I spoke to you the last couple of times I was here. I'd also like to take you for a cup of coffee or an ice cream if you'll have a break soon." Amanda held up the bag containing the prescription and asked me to sign the electronic pad on the left. "That would be wonderful. My shift ends in about an hour, if you don't mind waiting. I know you have lots of experience with that, but I promise to make it worthwhile." I swiped my credit card and she handed me the bag. "Don't I have to sign again?" "No, sir. It's under $50 so you don't have to sign for it. Now, what about that coffee? Would you wait for me? I might even be able to leave sooner if my replacement gets here early." I gazed into her eyes and said, "Sure. I can wait. I'll browse through the store and then come back and get you." With something much better than expensive medication waiting to be picked up, I found it much more difficult to kill time in the store. I wandered through the health section to the family planning department and thought about buying some condoms. After standing and looking at the amazing selection, I decided that was most likely unnecessary. There was that big diamond ring, after all. After checking the prices on motor oil, browsing the cheap shoes and seeing what was available in the garden shop, I decided to go back to the uncomfortable metal bench and sit and wait. At least that way I'd be able to watch Amanda and let my imagination go wild. When I got back to the bench, Amanda was sitting there waiting for me, her fair skinned legs crossed and showing off how shapely they were. "Susan came in early so I can leave early." She uncrossed her legs, held up her hand and waited for me to help her up. Once she was standing she asked if I'd take her to the Starbucks a few stores up from the Walmart. "It's within walking distance and there's a corner in the back that offers some privacy." I kept the diamond ring in mind but placed my hand on the small of her back and escorted her out of the store. Once we were outside she took my hand and held it while we walked. I felt the ring on her finger and wondered what I was getting myself into. In another minute we arrived at the Starbucks. I opened the door for her and followed her inside. "What would you like?" I asked. "I'd like to go into the back and talk." "Really? You don't want something to eat or drink?" "No, thanks, I just want to talk for now." I followed her to the back and sure enough there was a corner table that sat away from all the other tables, not that it really mattered since all the tables were empty. She stopped and stood by a chair. I wondered if she expected me to pull it out for her, so I moved closer. She took my hand and said, "You have no idea how I've wanted to be alone with you. That very first time you came into the pharmacy I saw you looking at me and it felt like you had laser vision or something. My pussy got so hot and wet I didn't know what to do. When you were so stern with me, I practically melted into my panties. I was so afraid it would show through. I tried to remain cool, but I had to slip away and masturbate! I've never done that before. Even after you left I thought about how you made me feel. When I got home that evening I fantasized about you taking me and I masturbated again. And when I knew you'd be coming back I wanted to wear something to get your attention. The reason I decided to wear a skirt today is because I hoped I might be able to get together with you, even briefly, so you could feel what you do to me!" She pulled my hand underneath her skirt and placed it between her thighs. "Do you feel that? My panties are soaked! That's what you do to me." After allowing my fingers to spread her lips through her panties, I thought about the wedding ring again. "But, what about your husband?" She leaned towards me and said, "My husband? Oh, you mean the ring?" "Yes, that." "Don't you worry about that. I've been divorced for quite a while. I wear the ring to work to keep the creeps from bothering me." "Well, let's sit down and we can talk a little more," I told her. I pulled out the chair and then scooted it back under her as she sat down. "How long were you married?" "Oh, I got married after my first year at college. I thought I was in love with a football player. When I wouldn't go all the way with him, he gave in and proposed. The first few weeks of married life were great, but even after a few months, the sex got to be boring. I asked him about it and he said I needed bigger boobs to get him turned on, so I gave in after a while and he paid for my boob job. I have to admit, they do look good." She giggled a little and then continued. "Shortly after I got them he decided he wanted to fuck them all the time, so I got no attention anywhere else. He didn't even want to fuck me in the ass! I started complaining and he said he didn't want to get me pregnant and he wasn't going to use a condom. I refused to go on the Pill, so we finally decided I should have my tubes tied. While that was healing, he kept fucking my boobs, and even after I was ready to have him fuck my pussy, he just didn't want any part of it. Well, to make matters worse, he bought himself an Xbox for Christmas and he stopped having anything to do with me. After a few more months we had a huge fight and I walked out on him, went to an attorney and started the divorce process. I don't know if you're familiar with the divorce laws here, but you have to be separated from your spouse for a year before you can go to court and have everything finalized. I was hurt and pissed off, and didn't want to have anything to do with any man for many months after the divorce became official. So, I haven't been with a man for nearly two years! And then you show up in the store and all I can think about is how much I want you to fuck me. Oh god, did I just say that out loud?" I smiled and responded, "Yes. Yes, you did." Amanda blushed a deep red, cast her eyes downwards and then looked up at me sheepishly. "I hope I didn't offend you. But it's true. I noticed how you looked at me and hoped you felt the same about wanting me. Do you? Will you fuck me tonight? I have a condo just down the street from the store. We can walk there and we can spend the night together. Please?"