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A Bad Day

By: Jenny_Jackson



The anger welled up inside me as the heels of my shoes clicked loudly against the pavement as I walked quickly from the bus stop. The cardboard box I carried was heavy, making my arms ache. I breathed deeply to hold back the tears hoping my composure would remain until I could close the door of my house behind me. 

"Eight years of my life," I thought, "Shit down the drain because that asshole's girlfriend fucking hates me." That asshole, of course was Bob Hadley, who, until this afternoon had been my boss. Then without so much as a howdy do, canned my ass. Oh, he had the nicest things to say about what a good worker I was and promised to give me glowing references and so on. I kept asking, "Why?" But he never could really answer. 

But it was clear to me what was really going on when I said to him, "Yeah, It's Cheryl, isn't it?"

He stared at me a moment then said, "Really, she has nothing to do with this, Jenn. This is a management decision." At that he turned away, but I could see the red grow on the back of his neck and knew the truth. I'd known the truth about their slimy little office affair for a long time. I even knew when it started. Cheryl had been a passing friend, but suddenly she became somehow better than me or any of the other girls in the office. "Her god damned little turned up fucking nose and big fucking fake tits and fat fucking ass. What a cunt," I raged.

"Well fuck him and fuck her too."

I packed my stuff in a cardboard box and with my back straight reaching my full 5-7 height, ample breasts held high, straightened black, immaculate, shoulder length hair combed and a smile on my face, I marched out of the office in front of everyone and caught the bus.

As I turned at the corner of 19th and moved away from the traffic on NE Alberta street my cell phone began beeping. I pulled it from my purse and said, "Yes."

It was Kathy from Accounting. "I just heard, Jenn. I'm so sorry,"

"Yeah well all I gotta say is fuck him and all of you." I broke the connection and stomped on towards the little house I rented near the west end of 19th Street.

That was when I heard a car slow in the street behind me. "Hey, Bitch. You looking for a date," I heard. As I turned, I would see a white boy hanging out the passenger side window of a newer Lexus. He looked to be maybe 20. Too young to be driving around in the ghetto and too damn stupid not to be.

"Hey, I'm talking to you, Bitch. Wanna Fuck?"

I stopped. This was nothing new. Little white, rich, asshole, boys come down from the west hills to pick up black chicks. Yeah, every one of us were just walking the fucking streets waiting for one of them to come by and show us what men they were with their little, tiny cocks and bad whiskey-breath. My eyes flared as I said, "Fuck off you god damn honky mutha fuckas."

"Oh, this one wants to play."

Another voice from the car said, "Oh yeah. She fucking wants it."

I turned back down 19th street and began to walk. That's when I heard the car door slam and feet running behind me. I started to turn, but hands were on me, holding my arms. I tried to scream but a hand clamped down over my mouth. I felt myself being dragged sideways. Then I was slammed against something hard and for a moment all I could see were stars dancing in front of my eyes.

Then I heard, "Hold her. Jake." Hands tore at the rayon fabric of my skirt, tearing it from the hem up to the belt at my waist. Then with a single motion it seemed as if the buttons on my blouse exploded, baring my bra. That was quickly ripped away and rough hands clawed eagerly at my brown nipples.

I wanted to plead, beg, anything to make them stop. But a hand slid under the waist band of my panties and ripped them away then roughly began digging between my legs. I wanted to scream but the hand covering my mouth just pressed harder.

Then his fingers penetrated my pussy. Hard fingers, rough. And a rough hand crushed my right breast, fingernails digging into my nipple as I squirmed to escape. I was afraid my nipple would bleed from the abuse.

"Oh God in Heaven," I prayed, "Please help me. Please make them stop."

"Hey, Jake. This fucking bitch is getting wet, man."

"Yeah, Jimbo. Didn't I tell ya. The cunt wants it. Didn't I tell ya."

And it was true. I could feel myself becoming wet. The hands restraining me relaxed a bit. My breathing deepened as the fingers probed my pussy. Jimbo held up his fingers examining my juices there. Then he began licking them dry before plunging them again into me.

Without knowing it, my ass began to move with Jimbo's fingers. A wave of horror and shame wracked me. Horror at the animal reactions of my body and same at being caught in this game that played out in the community nightly.

A low rasping began in my throat as my breathing became deeper and faster. Now Jimbo had his cock out, his pants halfway to his knees. He pressed his still half soft cock against my wetness and began rubbing it up and do against my clit. 

"Oh God, Save Me," I cried to the Lord, but I knew now that was a lie. Jake was right. Not when he said it but now. I wanted it, needed it.

The Jimbo's cock slide inside, just a little. Then with one thrust, ball deep inside my hot pussy. I screamed, not in pain, not out of fear, but joy. The joy that comes only when a woman is mastered by a powerful shaft that drives deeper than her pussy. It drives deep right to the very center of her soul.

Jimbo, bucked and swore. The words or how long I don't remember. All I could think of was flying to that place far away where my whole body would explode again and again as the demon thrust its sword deep into me. Then I felt his fiery gush of cum pulsing from his cock inside me.

I lay there panting, exhausted, as Jake took his place between my legs. It all started again. My entire being concentrated on the cock stroking the inside of me. I screamed as I flew again to that other place and exploded over and over. Then, finally there was only blackness.

It seemed like I laid there alone for hours when I was finally able to stand. The gray line in the sky over the west hills told me it was near morning. I walked back to the street and bent to pick up my cardboard box. I felt a horrible pain. I felt the inside of my legs. My fingers came away stained with blood. Oh, God.

I found my purse laying at the curb and began digging for my cell phone. It was gone. Fuckers!! I searched farther. 

I straightened up and began walking down 19th street towards the little house I rented there. My clothes were torn and not even coming close to covering my nakedness. But all I could think was, "They even stole my severance pay. Those Fucker. Great end to the really fucking bad day." 

A Bad Day



It was one of those days when nothing had gone right, and Murphy was working double time. 

My entire day was one disaster after another, people wanting my attention, phone calls, irate customers, equipment breaking, and not a moment to myself to think. 

i was finally able to escape work and as i was walking to the car it started to rain, not petite little movie rain drops but the cats and dogs kind, and me with no umbrella, figures. On the way home i got stuck in an hour long traffic jam and my cell phone battery died so there was no way to call. i end up walking in the door and hour and 45 minutes late, soaked to the skin, tired, and most of all, worried that You'll be upset with me. As i drop my bag in the hallway and take off my shoes i see You sitting on the couch waiting, watching me, an intense look on Your face and i know something is on Your mind.

i immediately sink to my knees and crawl over to You, that look in Your eyes unmistakable. "i'm sorry i'm late Sir, my day was awful, work was a mess and it took me forever to get out of there, i got caught in the rain, then my phone died and i couldn't call, and i got stuck in traffic," i start, gasping for breath, my eyes welling up with all the pent up emotion of the day.}

"Shhhh baby girl," You say, Your fingers laying gently over my lips. "No apologies tonight, it's obvious you've had a rough day, you look like you've been through the ringer. Just take a deep breath, everything is ok now that ou're home. Let Daddy take care of you." 

i nod and look up into Your eyes, thanking You silently for understanding, for knowing me so well and most of all for seeing me so clearly. i scoot closer and lay my head in your lap, nuzzling my cheek against your thighs, letting the tears fall and all the stress of the day fall away with them. i sigh, knowing that no matter what happens outside, here, at home with you, i am safe, loved and don't have to be anything but what i am......your little girl. 

i feel your hand on my head, brushing the hair out of my face and the tears from my eyes as you lean down to kiss me. "Your soaking wet sweetheart, lets get you out of these wet clothes and dried off."}

You stand and take my hand lifting me off the floor and putting your arms around me to envelop me in one of your all consuming bear hugs. i sink into the hug and feel you gently kiss the top of my head before you whisk me up into your arms

and head for the stairs. i lay my head on your chest and sigh again, putting my arms around your neck closing my eyes, trying to relax. You take me into the bedroom and sit me down on the bed, kissing me softly. i start to unbutton my

shirt but feel your hands on mine stopping me. You take my hands and place them beside me on the bed, looking deep into my eyes. "No baby girl, not tonight," you whisper "let me. You just sit here and wait while I run your bath for you,"

You see me nod in understanding and smiling you turn towards the bathroom. }

i sit on the bed, eyes closed, breathing deep in an attempt to let the last bits of my day float away. i can hear the water running and moan softly, unconsciously at the thought of a nice hot bath, heaven......}

i suddenly start awake feeling your hand on my shoulder. i open my eyes and see you staring down at me, small smile in your eyes, "You drifted off little girl, are you ready for your bath?"}

"mmmmm, yes Daddy," i moan softly.}

You reach down for my hand and lead me into the bathroom, i gasp as i see that you've filled the room with small candles and the bath is almost full to overflowing with bubbles. my eyes tear up as i turn to look at you, to thank you. i open my mouth to speak and once again feel your fingers against my lips. "Shhh baby girl, no more words, just put yourself in Daddy's hands and everything will be ok."

i shiver, knowing that no truer words have

ever been spoken. Nodding my head i step closer, eyes falling to the floor in silent acquiescence to your will. i stand in the middle of the bathroom and let You undress me slowly. You quickly unbutton my top and pull it off over my

head. Dropping it on the floor you move on to my pants making quick work of those as well, holding me steady while i step out of them. Kissing my neck you reach around to unhook my bra, a deep sigh escaping me as my breasts are free. 

You smile and kiss my lips as you reach for my panties, pulling them down kissing my shoulder, my chest, my belly and my thighs as you kneel down to help me step out of those as well. Standing, you reach for my glasses, and place them gently on the counter behind you. i shiver a little, standing there naked in the middle of the big bathroom, then suddenly i am warm, feeling your arms wrapped around me again, your naked body against mine. Turning to you i smile amazed that i didn't even notice you'd taken your clothes off. You laugh and smile back at the look of surprise on my face, "Ready for your bath little girl?" you ask. }

i nod and place my hand in yours, following you to the tub. Standing at the side i wait for you to get in and then step over the edge into the warm inviting water. i sit down in front of you the heat surrounding me like a cocoon, and lay down on your chest my back to you. i feel your hands running up and down my body and i moan softly, squirming against you.}

Behind me i feel you shift as you reach for the shampoo and a cup. i see you dunk the cup in the water but somehow it still startles me as the hot bathwater cascades down over my hair, and my face, warming the rest of me. "Lean back sweetheart let me wash this awful day away," you whisper, hands already in my hair massaging my head. Your hands feel so good, bringing life back to this tired body, waking me up a little. "But Daddy....." i start, suddenly somewhat uncomfortable at being taken care of this way, all this attention being focused on me instead of the other way around.}

You continue to wash my hair but, speaking in a slightly firmer tone you lean close to my ear, "Little one, I said no words, you're not planning on disobeying Daddy are you now?"

i shake my head definitely not wanting to misbehave and dissapoint you, and try to relax into whatever it is you have planned for me.

"Good girl," you say, "this is something I want to do for you. I know that generally it's you who washes and takes care of me after a long day, but just think of this as a reward for being such a good girl lately." You leave it at that and

finish washing my hair, pouring cupfuls of water over me to rinse the soap out.

i squirm against you as you grab the soap and start running it over my body, giggling as you wash the ticklish parts, gasping and groaning when you get to the sensitive bits and linger a little longer than necessary. After you're done you let me sit quietly in the tub, facing you leaning against the opposite side while you quickly wash yourself up. i love to watch you, my eyes wander over every inch of your naked body, each part of you bringing up a good memory, a mental image

of something wonderful. A moan escapes my lips as you stand up and step out of the tub, drying yourself off and then holding up a big fluffy towel for me. Standing up carefully i rest my hand on your shoulder as i step out of the tub. i step towards you, standing on my tip toes to give you a kiss of thanks. For the second time tonight you wrap me up in a big hug, the towel in your hands. You take time drying me off, making sure not to miss any spots then wrap me back up in the towel and carry me into the bedroom sitting me gently on the edge of the bed looking down at me.}

"We're not done yet little girl, there's still the issue of you being late and not calling. I was worried about you, and that needs to be dealt with. I know you've had a hard day, but I know you, and I know you need this." you say to

me, the look in your eyes firm but loving. "I know just as well as you do that there are consequences for breaking the rules, even if you've had a bad day. We can't let you get away with that, can we?"}

i shake my head, well aware that you're right even if i don't relish the thought after the day i had, but knowing it will bring relief and release in the end.

Going over to the toy chest you pull out a few long lengths of soft cotton rope and a new toy that i haven't seen before, a brand new leather crop. Climbing up onto the bed you tie two of the ropes to the posts on the footboard and the other one is looped through the holes in the middle of the headboard, a very familiar configuration to us both. i start to squirm with anticipation as you pull me to the center of the bed, laying two pillows down for me to rest my hips on. Pushing me down to the bed on my stomach You arrange me in the middle of the bed and firmly secure my hands together with the rope being careful to check that

it's not too tight. Satisfied, you move down to the foot of the bed and secure each of my ankles in the same manner, my ass lifted into the air, legs spread open wide. You leave me there for just a minute, alone, to think about what i've done and then i hear you behind me, standing between my legs at the foot of the bed.

i gasp as i feel the first swat of the crop on my ass, soft but shocking none the less. A second follows and then a third and i start to squirm my hips. You're peppering light taps all over my ass, warming me up and i lift my hips a little

trying to get closer to you. You slowly start to increase the intensity and i can hear the crop slap my ass, feel the sting and the warmth rowing. Suddenly you land a hard swat on my damp lips and i cry out, stunned by the heat searing through my pussy. i hear you chuckle at my surprise as you start to crop my slit harder, opening my lips, drawing moisture out of me. You go back up to my

ass and the slaps get louder, i can hear the crop whipping through the air as the handle snaps and my ass feels like it's on fire. i gasp and moan, squirming hard on the pillows, trying to get some relief but not being able to get away. The swats get harder still, each one sending shock waves of pain and pleasure through me. You alternate between my ass and my pussy the room filled with the sounds of the crop and the scent of my arousal. My heart is pounding in my chest and my breath is coming faster, harder, and you know i'm close to my limit. You raise the intensity one more time, wanting to make sure you get your point across, this is a punishment after all. i start to whimper and gasp for air, thrashing in my onds. The tears start to fall from my eyes as you cross the threshold of my tolerance and you know that the lesson has been learned. Slowly the swats become softer, still tapping my ass and my now soaking wet slit, dragging the crop over the

welts and redness. You push the head of the crop between my lips, opening them up that last little bit, tapping my clit to bring me back down to that place where i'm just floating. I gasp and lift my hips to you trying to open my legs up even wider. Even tied securely down to the bed i do my best to entice you, needing you inside me more than anything in the world. i feel the edge of the bed sink and suddenly you are behind me, your hands on my thighs. You lay down on top of me your warm body cool in comparison to the heat

radiating from me. i moan and whimper as you rub yourself against my heated ass, your soft skin like sandpaper against the welts. I hear your breath hard and fast in my ear and i know you have exerted yourself, but i also know that you are incredibly aroused as well. Your hard cock brushes up against my thigh and i moan loudly, turning my head to look up into your eyes silently begging you to take me.

"Mmmmmm," you growl, "is there something you want little girl? Tell daddy what it is." 

you press the tip of your cock against the pening of my hot wet pussy i can barely get the words out. "Daddy...pleeease...i need your cock, i need you to fuck me, to take me, to make me yours," i gasp, lifting my hips to try and push

you in further. "You need this cock little girl? Are you sure you're ready? Ready to take care of

Daddy's cock?" you ask, pressing a little closer with each question. "Yesssssssssss god yes please," i moan, "i need you inside me so badly. Please, please, please, i need you Daddy." I hear

You growl again close to my ear. Satisfied with my answer You push yourself all the way into me in one long unending stroke. I shake and whimper as you fill me, stretching me to my limit with almost no warning. You can feel my pussy squeeze your cock tight and this only excites you more, urges you on. Soon you are thrusting in and out of me harshly, using my swollen wet slit to please your

cock. You push me hard into the bed burying yourself so deep. Moaning loudly i suddenly feel you reaching underneath me to play with my clit as you fuck me, holding it between your fingers and stroking it like a tiny cock, making me buck

my hips back into you. i start to shake and i know i'm close, you can feel my pussy start to clench your cock tighter and you growl into my ear, "That's it little girl, cum all over Daddy's cock, you cum on this cock now, right NOW."

i whimper and whine feeling my orgasm building with each thrust of your cock, your words sending me over the edge. Unable to deny you anything i feel myself cumming hard in a rush of ecstacy and blinding light, thrashing under you on the

bed. Just as i start to cum You stretch me even further, the head of your cock swelling as you get ready to cum yourself.

"Again," you growl into my ear, and that's all it takes as another wave of orgasm takes over my body. This time i hear you moan and feel you shooting your hot cum inside me thrusting even deeper than before.

You collapse on top of me, cock still twitching, making me shiver and shake. Kissing the back of my neck, nipping at it just to watch me tremble, you reach up and untie my hands, rubbing my wrists to bring the blood back. Pulling yourself out of me you slowly kiss down my spine, my body convulsing each time your lips make contact. You lean down and untie my ankles, rubbing them as well and then pick me up and wrap your arms around me for the third time tonight, holding me so close, curled up against your body. You kiss me, little kisses all over my face, kissing away the tears, the stress of the day and once again making me your little girl. i look up into your eyes softly thanking you silently. Kissing my cheek you lean in and whisper, "Mmmm, that's my good girl."



A Bad Day



The door slammed behind her as she stomped into the house, and he looked up from the set list he was reviewing in surprise. She was a bartender at a punk rock bar downtown. Some days were worse than others.

"I had the WORST fucking day." She snarled as she stomped into the kitchen, angrily throwing open the door of the refrigerator and snatching a can of Rainier beer, before thinking better of it, and replacing it with a 22oz bottle of Arrogant Bastard ale instead. She was wearing a tight Bad Religion t-shirt, and her short black hair was styled in a fairly tall faux hawk. She tried to act so tough. He knew better.

"What'd you do?" He asked, coming up behind her as she dug through the silverware drawer for a bottle opener. "Pour some irate customer the wrong drink?" He laughed, but it caught in his throat as she spun around, her bright blue eyes reflecting his imminent death. Her glare was less threatening as she had to look up at him, with all the fierceness she could muster with her 5'5". He was 6'3", and built very solidly. Years of moving music equipment had developed broad muscular shoulders, making him almost twice her width, as well close to a foot taller than her.

"Whoa, babe." He touched her shoulder, gently, his voice soft and unobtrusive. "Whoever pissed you off, it wasn't me. Okay? What happened?"

Immediately, all the rage drained out of her face, and she slumped back against the counter. "It was just a stupid off day. I couldn't do anything right. I couldn't find anything. I tried to serve someone a martini with no vermouth... can you imagine? My cook was late and I had to make someone a burger, and I burnt it. I broke a full bottle of fucken Sailor Jerry's and I bet you anything I'm going to get in trouble for it, if I don't get written up, I'll at least have to pay for the loss... I didn't even pour a shot of it. And my SHOES!" Her lower lip started trembling.

"Aww, baby girl, don't cry."

"And, and, when I was clearing off a table, some guy grabbed my ass, and then I didn't know which guy it was, and so I kicked out the whole party, and they got all pissed at me, and they had a tab, and I had to pay it..." She buried her face in her hands, and he pulled her close.

"Shh, it was just a bad day," she took a deep breath, her head pressed against his chest. He was so much bigger than her, and the warm, manly scent of him calmed her. He kissed the top of her head through her hair. "Tomorrow will be better."

"I hope so." She mumbled against his chest, and he laughed. He grabbed her hips and lifted her easily, sitting her on the counter. He raised an eyebrow at her, as tears started rolling down her cheeks and she laughed softly, wiping her eyes. "I... I just get so sick of it, sometimes."

"Sometimes shit days just come with the job, babe. I know you like being a bartender. And it's nice for us that you work there, we end up working together at least a few times most months..."

"I know, I know, it's not like I want to quit... I just wish it was different."

He kissed her lips, tasting the salt of her tears. "It's alright, baby girl. Everyone has shit days. That's why you have me to come home to, to make you feel better."

"Oh?" She laid her head on his broad shoulder, her feet dangling off the counter. "How you plan to do that?" She took a long chug off the large bottle in her hand, obviously thinking he might need a little assistance from the Arrogant Bastard in order to make her feel better.

He wrapped his strong arm around her, so she was cradled against his shoulder. "You think I don't know how to make my girl feel good?" he tweaked her nipple, and she looked up at him, his gentle eyes were gazing into hers, and there was a smile playing about his lips.

She stroked his cheek, rubbing her hand across the rough beard that ornamented his chin. "I know how you make your baby girl feel good." She murmured, smiling at him.

"You want me to make it better, huh, baby?" he asked softly. "You want daddy to make you feel better?" He ran his hand down her side, sliding his fingers up under her shirt.

She pouted a little, playing along. "Yeah, daddy. People were mean to me today, and you weren't there to protect me." She ran her fingertips absently along the large soundboard that was tattooed down his forearm.

"But I'm here now, baby." He kissed her, pulling up her shirt. "and I'm not going to be mean to you at all..." he nipped at her breast, playfully. "not unless you want me to."

She laughed. "You already make me feel... oh..." she trailed off as his lips enveloped her nipple, sucking on it sweetly. "oh... honey..." she found her hands in his hair, and her soft gasps were driving him insane.

He scooped her up in his strong arms, kissing her as he carried her into the other room, depositing her rather unceremoniously on the bed.

She giggled, holding her beer up proudly. "Didn't spill a drop."

He was putting some music on the mp3 player, he knew the music that would soothe her.

She lay back on the pillows, drinking off her beer, grimacing at the heady bite of it. 

Suddenly, guitars enveloped her, and she closed her eyes. The melodic grit of Jeremy Enigk's voice also seemed to wrap around her. She smiled softly, pleased that he knew the tones that calmed her soul.

She stretched, reaching her fingers up over her head, and pointing her toes down to the foot of the bed. She felt him climb in bed next to her, and turned immediately into his arms, pressing her face against the breadth of his chest. He stroked her hair. "it's alright, baby girl. Everything's okay now. Daddy's here, and everything's okay now."

She lay back, staring up at him. It'd been almost a year now, since they met at the bar one night when they were both working. He was running sound for the Supersuckers, and she was pissed that she was stuck behind the bar when she wanted nothing more than to be in the mosh pit. 

At the same time, he was captivated by her attitude, her tendency to pogo whenever she had a spare moment, and her attentiveness to the people around her. So many people in her business seemed to hate every time someone asked them for something, and she just seemed happy to be occupied. Her feet spun and stomped in heavy boots, and she appeared to know every word to the songs 'Pretty Fucked Up', and 'Born with a Tail'.

After the show ended, he stayed at the bar well past last call. Even after the equipment was all loaded, and all her work was done, they sat at the bar, talking for hours about shows and music, tattoos and skateboarding. She was almost a decade younger than him, only 25 to his 34, and loved his stories about the early punk scene in the area that she'd missed out on. He realized that a lot of her attraction to him came from the daddy issues she'd developed in childhood, but was unaware that she was drawn in by the gentleness and the intelligence in his eyes, the juxtaposition of him.

And now, all this time later, it still amazed her. She ran her hand up his cheek again, his eyes took her in, and then his mouth captured hers, and she was moaning against his lips.

He toyed with her breasts, rubbing the flat of his palm in circles over her pierced nipples. Making her tremble. Making her make those little moans and gasps against his mouth that he loved.

He reached around her shoulders, lifting her to his mouth, devouring her mouth with his own. And then lower, his breath hot on her neck, his tongue tracing a trail with a destination.

He took off her boots, and rolled down her tights. He lifted her short pleated skirt, and paused for a moment, admiring her black thong. He pulled it up, snug against her pussy lips, and then to the side, as he bent down, turning at the last moment and lathing his tongue against her thigh. She moaned, partially in pleasure, partially in disappointment. He kissed and licked sweetly over her thighs, until she was trembling. "Please, please, Daddy..." She whimpered.

He growled slightly, licking up her bare slit. He breathed deeply. The smell of her was heady, and he found himself mindlessly devouring her pussy. The taste of it, the smell and flavor of her, felt as if they were driving him insane. He was drunk on her pussy, on the feel of her small feet on his broad shoulders, her hands twisting in his hair as she arched her thin hips up to his face.

He moaned, and she yelped, he was rubbing his tongue across her clit, and her body bucked as the vibration rushed through her. "Oh god, yeah." She gasped.

He pulled her tightly to him, and her hands left his hair as he got up on his knees and her shoulders fell back on the mattress. Growling softly now, he licked up and down her labia, sucking them into his mouth, and playing with her with his tongue. He loved the taste of her. He fell on her clit, sucking it hard and wrapping his lips around it.

"Oh, fuck, honey, yeah!" She was arching so hard that the only parts of her body touching the mattress were her shoulders, arms (hands desperately clutching the sheets), and the back of her head. She gave a small scream, as he continued sucking her clit, pausing for just a moment to rub his tongue on it. "Oh... oh shit... oh Daddy... your little girl is gonna come for you... you're gonna make me come."

He growled his approval and shoved 3 fingers at once deep into her tight sopping wet little pussy.

Her scream this time was far louder, and she was coming and coming, god, she was coming, she was gushing around his fingers. She tasted so good. 

And his fingers in her pussy kept thrusting, and his mouth kept sucking, and he had to grab ahold of her tightly as her body began to buck and thrash.

Her thighs were pressed against his ears, as he struggled to hold onto her with only one arm. 

His fingers curled inside her, knowing every spot to touch in order to send her through one orgasm after another. She was thrashing her head against the pillow, and he ended up with a handful of her tit when he grabbed her, and that triggered another orgasm. He didn't stop when her foot on his shoulder started pushing him away, instead grabbing her ankle in his free hand, and pulling back, his fingers still moving inside her. "Does Daddy know how to make you feel better?" He asked her in a firm, quiet voice.

"Yes, Daddy." She gasped, her head spinning.

"Your Daddy will decide when you can stop coming." He told her in the same, authoritative voice, and she whimpered, trying to relax her legs. "You don't make Daddy stop. If Daddy wants to eat your pussy, you don't push him away. If Daddy wants to make you come for him, you WILL come." His voice got softer. "Trust me, Babygirl. You can take more than you think."

"Yes, Daddy. Sorry, Daddy." She murmured, as he took both small ankles in in his one hand and crossed them, pushing her feet towards her chest, and putting his shoulder into her thigh as he lowered his face back to her spread-open pussy. 

He covered her whole pussy with his mouth, sucking her labia into his mouth, moaning and running his tongue over her twitching vulva, up over her clit, which he sucked on firmly, causing her to scream and seize again. Her hands tried to push his head away as the feeling in her lower stomach grew until she thought she couldn't handle another minute, and then she felt teeth, sinking gently into the skin of her hood, as a fourth finger thrust into her pussy and his thumb pressed against the base of her clit. 

"Oh... fuck... oh..." she gasped. Everything went still for a moment, and then she was thrashing, her legs now spreading open further and further for him, and he growled against her, urging her on as he devoured her, feeling her pussy clench and gush around his fingers, until she fell limp under him. He thrummed his fingertips gently inside her, and she twitched and came again. He smiled, and sucked hard on her clit, making her come again, and he saw tears force their way out from behind her squeezed-tight eyelids.

"You're delicious." He whispered, his lips brushing against her clit. "I love the feel of you under my tongue. I love the taste of your pussy." He nipped at her again, and she screamed, twitching in orgasm beneath him. He sucked her clit until she was sobbing, twisting away from him, and then flipped her over, suddenly, roughly, licking her asshole fast and hard as he fucked her pussy with his fingers.

"Please..." She gasped. "Please, Daddy, stop! I can't... I can't come anymore..." He immediately pulled his fingers out of her pussy and slapped her ass hard. He wrapped his arm around her waist, holding her ass to his face and driving his tongue into her tight asshole. She screamed, coming again.

"Do you decide when you stop coming?" He asked her firmly, pulling his face away and slapping her ass hard again, holding her tightly so she couldn't pull away.

"No, Daddy, no." She sobbed, as he spanked her again.

"Who decides when you stop coming?"

"My Daddy! I come for my Daddy." She gasped, and he pulled a couple pillows over to her, placing them under her stomach. He knelt behind her, his shins pinning her calves to the bed, and he pushed her face into the pillow, as he spit on her asshole and shoved two fingers into the tight, hot hole.

She screamed, as he thrust his fingers in and out a couple of times, and then shoved his thick hard cock into her tight asshole.

He spanked her ass hard with each thrust, and his balls were slapping against her over-sensitive, over-stimulated inner labia, which were wet and swollen.

"This is MY pussy." He growled at her. "This is MY asshole. You're my girl, and you will come when I want you too." He thrust deep and hard into her ass, and she was twitching, seizing, sobbing into the bed, as his one hand twisted in her hair, pulling it just enough, and pushing her face against the sheets, and the other hand spanked her ass hard.

"Daddeeee!" She wailed into the mattress, and the sounds of her distress urged him on, making him fuck her harder. "Daddy, please!" He grabbed her hips, yanking her back hard onto his cock, and slamming into her over and over. "Daddy... oh... oh, please fuck me..." She whispered, her face pressed against the sheets, that were wet with her tears and saliva. She came again, shaking, screaming, her ass clenching around his hard cock, her pussy gushing, the juices of her running down her thighs. He came hard in her ass, groaning loudly and thrusting into her hot, clenching hole.

He pulled out of her ass, and lifted her weak, shaking body off the bed.

He laid her back across a black ottoman, that served to keep her ass a good foot and a half off the ground, but was not long enough to support her upper body, so that she was forced to arch back, her shoulders just barely on the floor, her hair splayed against the linoleum. Her toes touched the floor on the other side of the ottoman, and he flipped up her skirt and spread her feet apart, kneeling between them and studying her wet, twitching, swollen red pussy.

She was mumbling rather incoherently, and her thighs were shaking. He slid one finger into her, testing her, and her swollen pussy was tight around his single digit.

"You didn't trust Daddy." He whispered, entranced by her beautiful cunt. "Daddy has to spank you now."

"What?" She gasped. He'd already beat her ass hard while he was fucking her, and it felt red and burning hot against the leather of the ottoman.

He raised his hand high for a moment, and then brought it down, slapping hard and wet against her pussy. She screamed, orgasming again at once, and twitching herself right off the ottoman. He lifted her back onto it, and used her dirty tights on the floor to tie her ankle to wrist on either side of the stocky piece of furniture, before slapping his hand hard against her clit and pussy.

"Fuck... FUCK!" her pussy gushed liquid, and he licked it up, his mouth gentle and sweet after the rough abuse beneath his palm. And then pulled back, giving her twat a sharp smack, before just starting to lay into it, spanking her pussy hard and fast as she screamed, coming and shaking and crying. After he had laid 8 hard blows directly against her wet sore clit, he lowered his hand, and replaced his mouth over her cunt with his soft mouth, gently, soothingly running his tongue over her hot, swollen pussy. "Daddy..." She moaned. "Oh... Daddy..."

He gave her a couple last, gentle licks. She was moaning and trembling as he lay her weak body back on the bed. She twitched a bit, rolling onto her tummy, burying her face in the pillow. 

She was trembling, and he easily scooped her into his arms, cradling her against him as she lay her head on his chest.

He stroked her hair, brushing it back from where it was stuck in the wet tears and spit on her shining face. "Are you okay, baby?" He whispered.

She murmured a primarily unintelligible response, shaking against him.  For a moment he was worried that perhaps he had finally pushed her too far, but she looked up at him, and the expression on her face was glazed, exhausted, and obviously completely blissful.

"Thank you, Daddy." She whispered.

"You're welcome, baby." He smiled, kissing her hair, her flushed cheeks, her wet lips.

"I told you Daddy'd make it better."



A Bad Day



Just a silly flash story, not that good but it was pounding away in my head to get out. No sex, no raac, etc.

*****

You ever have one of those days when nothing seems to go right? I should have realized that today was one of those days when I got a call to go out to the south of town to unlock a house. I've always disliked that part of town, it's full of rich snobs who think that the sun shines on their ass 24/7. Most of them are know it all's as well, so I just knew that this was going to be a bitch of a job.

As I rolled up in front of the white McMansion and saw the lady of the house in a terrycloth robe, and not much else, I sighed loudly. Yep, this was going to suck balls for sure. I stepped out of my truck and grabbed my basic pick and bump key set, hoping against hope that this was not going to be a high security setup like a Mul-t-Lock or Medeco.

"Finally, you're here! I told them I needed someone fast and you took over half an hour, thank goodness I wasn't dying or anything!"

I pasted a smile on my face, even though I wanted to turn around, get back in my truck and leave. My client, who was doing her very best to impersonate a screech owl, was a fair representation of what I had come to expect of this neighborhood. I would guesstimate late 30's, had some bodywork done, definitely too much primping of the face, and she was your basic trophy wife to some 60 year old I would hazard to guess.

"Sorry, ma'am, got here as quick as I could. Is it the front door you are having issues with?"

She loudly let me know that it was, so I hurried over to it. Naturally it was a high security lock, an Angal, which is basically a Chinese knock off of the Mul-t-Lock brand. I silently cursed to myself, knowing that it was going to take at least ten or more minutes to pick. I sent a short prayer to God and Sonny Jesus that it would go fast and that she would be quiet while I worked.

Naturally, they both decided I needed a taste of Hell and Brimstone. Over the next 20 minutes, I heard a litany of what ground the lady's gear's. Her husband was probably cheating, her dog had explosive diarrhea all over the dry cleaning, her son was boffing someone on the football team, and here she was, locked out with an important society event and wasn't I just taking forever to open a simple lock. I tell you, somedays you just shouldn't wake up and go to work.

Finally the last pin tripped and I spun the lock open, she rushed past me into the house so I went back to my truck and started writing up the invoice. Five minutes ticked by, then ten, and I'm wondering what the silly bitch is up to. I walked up to the door, knocked a few times, but heard nothing. Shrugging, I trotted back to my vehicle, ripped up the invoice, and started another. A total of 45 minutes later, I hear the garage door roll up and I see that she is coming towards me dressed in what women in this area code call fashion. So, I hand her the adjusted invoice and she screeches about paying me for the time I waited. What did I expect?

Anyway, the rest of the day was on par with the start, so I was more than ready for dinner and time with my wife when my last call was over. I drove home and noticed her car was gone, but I figured she might be at the store or something. I went inside and kicked off my boots, grabbed a cold one, and grabbed some sample locks I had been planning on practicing on. I was almost done with an old Ruko when I heard my wife's car pulling into the driveway. I set it aside and grabbed the old towel I had to wipe my hands on, hoping that she had brought some take out home because I was starving. I guess when I heard her laughing and what sounded like a male voice speaking in low tones, I should have realized that house fried rice was unlikely tonight.

She walked into the dining room with what looked like a college kid in tow, I assume some type of athlete because he was wearing a letter jacket. "Probably football," I thought. He looked beefy enough to be a safety or linebacker. My wife gestured for him to sit down across from me, then took a seat next to him. I just looked at the two of them, kinda bemused, wondering what the fuck was going on here?

"Hi, honey!" my wife said, seemingly full of cheer. When I didn't say anything, she continued, "This is Steve, he goes to A&M and plays football for them. Marcy introduced us!"

I still didn't say anything, but I got a cold feeling in my gut as I started piling up the locks and putting them in the towel for storage. Marcy has been my wife's best friend from high school on, and she is an unmitigated whore. I've pushed and pushed to split them up, but until about a year ago I had come up short. Long story short, Marcy was married briefly, but when her husband wouldn't go along with swapping and an open marriage, she took him to the cleaners and got a divorce. My wife and I had a horrible fight after that, took us almost a year to get over, because I told her that her friend was a useless round-heeled slut. My wife finally agreed to stop talking to her and hanging out with her, although it seems now that was a lie.

"Well, dear, apparently you lied to me about not being friends with Marcy any longer, so now I have to wonder exactly what you are up to this fine evening?"

I guess that wasn't part of whatever planned dialog she had put together, because it took her a moment to recover. I went and grabbed another beer while she had a think or two, spinning the cap off with my thumb and dropping back into my chair.

"I'm really sorry, Dave, I should have told you. But Marcy has been my friend forever and it wasn't fair of you to try to force me to give her up!" She puffed up a bit as she said the last part, I reckon she had time to get back on her script. "In any case, that isn't what I brought Steve here tonight to talk about with you. You see, Marcy has explained to me how you are keeping me from being able to explore things that I haven't had a chance to do and I think we need to discuss our relationship."

I pondered this for a second, then looked her straight in the eyes. "So, I, your Husband, am holding you back?" "Could you be a bit more specific?"

"Marcy thinks, and I agree, that our relationship could become so much more special if you allow me to have lovers. She said that you would enjoy seeing a younger, stronger man take me in front of you, that it would make you hornier afterwards."

"I see, so Marcy, a slut whore who took everything from her husband when he wouldn't agree to a similar plan, persuaded you that I would go for this idea willingly?"

She nodded happily, thinking that everything was alright.

"Well I'm sad to say that Marcy was wrong, my loving wife. I can only assume Steve here is supposed to be the one you are going to put the horns on me with, but I've got a got a spot of bad news. You see, I don't agree to this, and I'm afraid I am going to have to ask Steve to leave." I paused for a second, "Now, you can stay or leave with him, as I don't really give two shits one way or the other. If you stay, though, we are going to have a nice long talk about whether or not we are getting a divorce or if you are going to give up your stupid cunt of a friend."

Steve apparently decided that since my wife appeared to be in complete shock, it was now his time to assert himself. "Look, dude, I am going to be going balls deep in all your wife's holes tonight. Now you can either be a nice cuck, be quiet, and watch or I can break your fucking arms and make you clean off my dick before I go from her ass to her mouth!"

I chuckled. "Steve, let me tell you something. Now I ain't some ex-navy seal or special forces guy, but your idea of fighting is probably beating up on kids at school or in a bar. This...isn't going to be that type of fight. Now, you can come around the table towards me and the first thing I am going to do is take this towel that I've bundled all these nice locks into, and I am going to try to injure you. Like seriously fucking injure you, and if that doesn't work, I'm going for anything else I can get my hands on, such as those knives on the magnetic strip behind me in the kitchen." I smiled at the look on his face, "There is always the possibility that you will still beat the shit out of me, but be perfectly clear on this one fact. I am going to keep getting up and coming at you with anything that can fuck up your nice football career until you put me down and out...and, Steve, putting someone down and all the way out is usually close to killing them. So you might beat me down and end up doing a stretch in prison, where your rugged good looks will make you plenty of friends in the showers."

I set down my beer and laid my hand on the towel. "So, I guess what you have to ask yourself is, is my loving, sweet wife worth losing your career or freedom over?"

I guess in the end it wasn't, because he turned and walked towards the door, slamming it behind him. I got up and locked the deadbolt, shaking a bit from the adrenaline coursing through me from the possible fight. I turned around and went back into the dining room and sat down, looking at my wife.

"So, I guess this is when you decide if you are leaving with him or calling your friend and seeing if she will let you stay with her until the divorce is over."

"But, Dave, I don't want a divorce! I love you, this was for us!" she wailed.

I reached over and patted her hand, "Sorry, dearest, you don't get to make those decisions anymore."

She was crying and choking back snot, so I reached over into her purse and got her phone. I looked through her contact list until I found Marcy's middle name, apparently this was supposed to fool me but I knew her full name from when she had her husband served. He had come to our and commiserated over some beers, telling me to watch out for Marcy's influence on my wife. Apparently I had fucked that up, go team me. I waited for Marcy to pick up, counting the rings.

A silky voice came on the line, "So, how did Dave like watching Steve give you that big dick?"

I snorted, "Sorry, the wife is a bit distressed at the moment. Steve decided that he preferred not having broken joints so he left. I need you to come pick up your fellow whore and take her home with you until we sort out our divorce." I clicked End on the phone and tossed it back into my wife's purse. As I walked into the kitchen to grab some garbage bags, I looked at my soon to be ex wife, then to the sky. I just fucking knew this was going to be a bad day.



A Bad Day All Around



At sixteen degrees below, January 17th had begun as the coldest Denver day so far that year.

At five fifty in the morning Joshua Aton should have well been on his way to work. But standing in front of the ancient, gas furnace mounted on the wall of his second floor apartment, he sipped at his coffee, staring unenthused out of his window at the still-dark, and as of yet, undisturbed scene below. 

While he would miss his six o'clock delivery, the weather that morning had made pulling his frame from beneath the warm blankets next to impossible. 

The unrelenting snowstorms of the past two days blanketed the city's streets and sidewalks, making them invisible under what had now become and inch or better of thick, impenetrable ice. 

The calm would soon become mayhem, Joshua thought, watching an overly garbed figure tread a small dog across the frozen street. 

People, he among them, would struggle with their frigid, uncooperative machines, driving them through the narrow neighborhoods on their way to work, giving up the control of their lives to seven o'clock for another day. 

But for another minute or two, at least, he was safe.

Exhaling the last drag on his cigarette, he crushed it in the ashtray beside him, feeling unsure that his car would even start this morning. 

The white, rust spotted, '88 Honda had proven itself over the last nine months since he'd found it in one of the countless second hand lots that line both sides of East Colfax.

At seventeen hundred dollars, they'd wanted considerably more than bluebook, and what Joshua thought the car was worth.

But the balding, salesman—bad tie and all—had emphatically assured him of the car's soundness, pointing out that it was a Honda after all, practically worth its weight in gold. 

He would even sacrifice his own commission to "let it go" at that price. 

So, Joshua, desperate to find something reliable on his meager budget, had shelled over the down payment, hoping on the car's reputation—and, so far, so good. 

But the winter thus far, had failed to reach this degree of harshness, and even a car worth its weight in gold would have a hard time defending against that.

Lighting another cigarette, he changed his mind, and pinching off the burning end, he dropped it quickly into the ashtray, before carefully inserting it back into the crumpled pack, along with the ten or so others that would have to see him through the day.

Already dressed in layers of long johns, thick socks, jeans and the brown army tee he wore under his work clothes, all that remained was to pull on his boots and the thick, black sweater his mother had given him for Christmas. 

Then, after donning his watchcap and coat, he filled his small thermos in the kitchen with the remaining coffee, grabbed his keys from the hook beside the door and jammed them into his pocket. 

With the cruddy, inefficient furnace working overtime against the cold inside the apartment, he opened the door and stepped into the unwelcoming bitterness outside, closing it behind him.

The winter wind bit into his face and ears, as he made his way carefully down the wooden staircase that ran along the side of the building. 

He hoped Mr. DeLittle wouldn't be too pissed at him. 

As Joshua neared the ice-encased Honda, there was no way that he could have known that Brigette Nelson, who lived three blocks to the west on Downing, had already backed her warm Grand Cherokee from its place in the garage, and was headed his way. 

6:05 am

"Where the hell is Josh?" Steven DeLittle, Joshua's boss demanded loudly, stomping into the warehouse. "He was supposed to be here already!" 

The other workers, six in all, stopped what they were doing. Though DeLittle stood only five six, he was stocky and thickly muscled with a temper. In front of him, he held out the delivery sheet for Joshua's route that day. "If these parts don't get delivered I will have his ASS!" He bellowed, punctuating the words HAVE HIS ASS by stabbing an index finger at the other workers, before storming out.

6:10 am

After knocking as much of the ice as possible off of the windshield, Joshua pried open the driver's door. 

Sliding behind the wheel was like sliding into an icebox, his breath floating in visible puffs as he fumbled the key into the ignition.

"Okay baby, what you gonna do," he said aloud. Pressing the clutch to the floor, he turned the key. Wump, wump wump the frozen engine tried it's best, then died. 

"C'mon baby, you can do it," he tried again. This time, the car sputtered, coming to life reluctantly. Jubilant, he pulled a cigarette from the half-empty pack in his pocket, setting it alight, before snapping the seatbelt. Then, moving the shifter into first, he crept from the curb. 

6:11 a.m.

Cruising her black Cherokee down the snow-crusted street, Brigette glanced at the speedometer. It read forty miles per hour, ten over the speed limit. 

Driving too fast on a slippery surface isn't a wise thing to do, but she was running late. 

So, with the Jeep in four-wheel, her plan was to make up time by cutting through the neighborhoods, turning left at the park and following it around where it meets up with Colfax. 

But approaching the intersection at Twelfth and Downing, one block from where Joshua was entering the street with the Honda, the light went from green to yellow. 

"Shit...dammit," she swore aloud, combining it into one statement.

With the ice pack beneath her, the light called for an instant decision: moving too fast to stop without ending up in the middle of the intersection, she was too far away to make it through the light.

So, gunning the Jeep, she raced under the light in just enough time to watch it change to red, before slipping over to the left side of the road. 

6:12 am

Steering the Honda, Joshua shifted into second, fiddling with the heater knob. 

Newly broken, it required effort, and he hadn't quite gotten the hang of it yet. With the burning cigarette hanging from his lips he was distracted, glancing up just in time to see the big, black, Cherokee bearing down on him from the wrong side. 

Reacting instinctively, he stomped on the clutch and brake together, dropping the cigarette between his legs and sending the car reeling into the path of the Jeep. 

6:13 am

The house on the corner of Twelfth and Downing, a three-story Victorian style, built sometime in the early part of the last century, had been sub divided into four apartments: two ground-floor, that faced Downing to the west, and two on top, one towards Colfax to the east, the other, Twelfth Avenue to the south. 

It was in this top, south-facing apartment that Mr. Damon, ten years retired from teaching math at the middle school on ninth and Corona, lived, passing his mornings sipping his tea by the window with the Denver Post.

The furnace in his apartment proved inadequate on mornings like this, and rising to turn the heat up again, Mr. Damon happened a glance at the ivory colored street below. From his vantage point two stories above, the sight he beheld made him gasp. 

A small, white, car spun, while from the opposite direction, a black Jeep barreled towards it on the wrong side of the road.

Mr. Damon estimated that the Jeep had to be doing fifty miles an hour or better when they hit, in an explosion of glass and metal, the screech of it screaming through the frozen air, up to where he watched, horrified. 

They say that for the participants, catastrophic events happen as if in slow motion but not so for the onlookers. 

In the time it takes to draw a breath, the Jeep plowed directly into the white car, demolishing the front right corner, before sending it spinning again in the opposite direction. 

Continuing on its deviated path, the Jeep then jumped itself over the curb onto the sidewalk, and smashed headlong into a lamppost, knocking the light at the top askew. 

The light hung for a moment by a corner, as if deciding what to do next, before plummeting end over end, and shattering all over the top of the Jeep. 

Meanwhile, the Honda railed over the curb on the opposite side of the street, ripping the mirror from a Pontiac, before taking out a mailbox, a section of iron fence, and slamming violently, rear end first, into the unyielding brick wall in front of the house across from Mr. Damon. 

Coming to rest finally, the Honda's horn blared continually, as if announcing that it was over. 

Mr. Damon, standing as if welded to the floor of his living room, shock mouthed, took it all in, before snapping his jaw shut and dialing 911.

7:00 am

Joshua opened his eyes momentarily in the back of the ambulance, but did not comprehend what he saw. Nor would he ever remember it.

7:30 am

Two burly medical technicians gently lifted the gurney carrying the crimson spattered form of Brigette Nelson and loaded it into the back of the ambulance. 

In too much of a hurry that morning, not bothering with her seatbelt had cost her everything. When the Jeep hit the post head-on, the force of the impact slammed her forward over the top of the steering wheel, shattering her skull, leaving a bloody imprint on the cracked windshield. She died instantly. 

8:30 am

"That little son of a bitch!" Steven DeLittle yelled, slamming the phone into its cradle on the desk in his office. 

"That little fucker is fired! He just cost me the Del Odair Paint account!" Entering the warehouse from the side door of his office, he strode angrily, crossing the floor quickly with his squatty frame, to the nearest worker, bent over a pallet of paint.  

"Has Aton brought his lazy, fuckin' ass in here yet?" he stormed at the man. 

"No sir..." the man answered fearfully, "I haven't seen him." Turning towards the center of the warehouse, DeLittle, standing with his legs shoulder width apart, cupped his hands to his mouth and hollered loud enough to be heard over the noise of the machinery. "HAS ANYONE SEEN ATON?" 

But nobody came forward.

"Fuck..."he swore under his breath, before heading back in the direction of his office. 

January 18th 6:00 a.m.

Joshua Aton survived the crash...barely. His right leg, broken in three places, hung from traction above the bed, the rest of him packed firmly into a body cast. 

The ride from the crash scene to Rose Medical Center had been short, a mere ten minutes despite the icy streets—a fact that saved his life. 

In addition to the nineteen separate broken bones throughout his body, he'd suffered trauma to his head, neck, and spleen. 

While the doctors were positive that his body would recover, Joshua was unaware of their diagnosis. 

In fact, he was unaware of anything, because the last time he had opened his eyes in the back of the ambulance was the last time he would open them for the next two years. 



A Bad Day At The Jail



This story actually has two different versions: a gay version between two men and a lesbian version between two women. Since there are categories for each, I thought I would write a version for each. This is the gay version. 

Mark Jenkins lay back on his bunk staring up at the bunk above him. He was working on the second half of a 25-year sentence for killing his wife and her lover. His previous roommate had been released a week ago on parole. 

Mark had been up for parole 6 times in the past 12 years and each time, his bitch wife's mother stopped it. He knew that there was no way as long as she was around he was going to get a break.

He rolled his 6'4", 250lb body over on the bunk until he was resting on his side. He brushed his black hair back out of his green eyes wishing his last cellmate were still there. 

When Mark was been sent to prison 12 years ago, the thought of having any kind of sex with another man sickened him. But when you had a tight ass like Paul had winking at you everyday for almost 5 years, you tended to change your view on things.

Paul had no problem with being Mark's bitch. Especially, when Mark suddenly grabbed him around the waist one day after he had come back from the showers. At first the younger man had been startled. Paul was bi and had been attracted to Mark since the first day the older man had become his cellmate, but he never figured on having the other man want him. Of course, he had never acted on his fantasies of being with another man. Until that day that is.

Mark had ripped the towel from Paul's body and shoved his face into the other man's ass, soaking up the smell that was all Paul. 

Paul had been surprised at first but when Mark licked at his hole with his tongue, the younger man had pressed back against him moaning.

When Mark suddenly shoved his 10 inch cock up Paul's virgin hole, his roommate wasn't to keen on that, but got into it quite well. Both men had shot off at the same time and Paul had been his bitch for the past 7 years. 

Now Mark was alone, his cock was itching for an ass to slide into but all he had was his hand. 

He rolled over again on the uncomfortable bunk, closing his eyes and willing himself to sleep.

Marty Andrews slowly put on the prison issued jumpsuit that the officer had given him then let the guard lead him to the cell he would spend the next 3 years of his life in. 

He had told the judge, the cops and even his lawyer that he hadn't raped his 19-year-old daughter. That she had come to him and that she had loved having his cock slamming in and out of her pussy. Even his daughter had said that, but for some reason the cops didn't think incest was a good thing. He could still remember his wife's smirking face as he was led from the courtroom after sentencing.

Marty was small compared to Mark. He only stood 5'8" and weighed maybe 150lbs. His dishwater blonde hair fell down over his amber eyes. 

When the guard shoved him into the cell he would now call home, he shivered. When he saw the big man laying on the bottom bunk looking at him, the shiver increased into full-blown fear. "Um, Hi" He said softly as the big man moved gracefully to a sitting position.

"What you in for?" The big man asked with a soft voice that bellied his size.

"Um...fucking my daughter," Marty replied.

The big man laughed. "Was she of age?"

Marty looked at him affronted. "Of course she was. They just didn't like the idea that it was my daughter."

The big man moved so suddenly that Marty gasped, moving quickly to the other side of the small cell. "Um...What are you doing?" he asked suddenly terrified when he saw the big man strip out of the bottom of his jumpsuit.

The big man smiled, showing a row of rotting teeth. "Let me put it this way." He moved towards Marty until the smaller man was trapped between his huge arms, with the wall behind him. "I haven't had any sex since my last cell mate left. Now you got two choices. You can drop to your knees and suck me off or I'm gonna shove this 10 inches so far up your ass that you will be feeling it in your stomach."

Marty looked at him fearfully. "I'm not gay."

Mark just laughed as he shoved Marty to his knees. "Who gives a shit? Suck my cock."

Marty felt Mark's big, beefy fingers digging into his shoulder. He whimpered a bit in pain then looked at the huge piece of meat the man had hanging between his legs.

The head was covered in the man's precum. Marty tried to pull away, but Mark just grabbed the back of his head, shoving his face and mouth down over his hard cock. Marty gagged as he felt the big man's meat slide into his mouth. He struggled to pull his head back but Mark just held onto him as he furiously fucked Marty's face, shoving his cock almost into the smaller man's throat.

"Oh yea. You've got a hot mouth shithead." Mark groaned slamming his cock hard and fast into Marty's struggling face. "Can't wait to see how tight that little bum-hole of yours is."

Marty whimpered in fear, pushing against Mark's legs as the big man ruthlessly fucked his face. He breathed heavily through his nose. When he felt Mark's cock expand in his mouth, he struggled to pull away but in return got a mouthful of the other man's cum.

Marty was forced to swallow Mark's cum when Mark shoved his face so hard against him that his cock slid down into Marty's throat, almost choking him. 

Mark emptied his balls then released Marty. Marty leaned back against the wall breathing heavily and coughing as he tried to catch his breath.

He gave a whimper when Mark suddenly picked him up and carried him over his shoulder to the bunk beds. "What are you doing?" Marty asked as he tried to scramble off the bed, when Mark dropped him down onto his stomach.

Mark put a big, beefy hand against Marty's back, holding him against the bed as he pulled the bottom of Marty's jumpsuit and the other mans underwear down until they were wrapped around Marty's knees. 

"Please." Marty cried when he felt Mark's body press him into the mattress. "You just said you wanted me to suck you."

Mark nipped at Marty's neck playfully, as he spread the other man's ass-cheeks and rested his hard, dripping cock against Marty's virgin hole. "But you didn't suck me sissy boy. I fucked your face. There's a big difference." He pressed a bit forward with his hips, making Marty whimper in pain as he felt his asshole being opened. "I'm still hard and my cock hasn't been in a nice tight ass in quite a while. Since yours is the only one here, I'm gonna take it." He pressed forward again, driving more of his cock into Marty's dry hole.

"Please." Marty cried grabbing at the bars in the headboard as he tried to get out from under the big man. "It hurts. I don't want you to fuck my ass. Please."

Mark ignored Marty's pleas. He was enjoying the way Marty's ass was clinging to his cock. "Oh yea, such a nice, tight hole." He gripped Marty's struggling hips and slammed his way hard deep into the other man's ass.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH..." Marty screamed as Mark buried himself inside him. "Oh god. It hurts. Take it out." He grasped at the bars of the bed but Mark was holding him down with his body. Finally he lowered his head to the mattress, crying like a baby as he felt his ass burn with pain.

Mark looked at him in disgust. Paul hadn't liked it at first either but he hadn't blubbered. "God, what a wimp," Mark growled pulling his cock violently from Marty's battered hole. Marty screamed again, the exit more painful then the entrance had been.

Then suddenly his scream turned into a whimper when he felt a wet tongue brushing at his hole. "What...what are you doing?" He asked looking over his shoulder to see Mark with his face buried between his butt-cheeks.

Mark didn't respond; he just shoved his tongue deep inside Marty's chute, licking all around the battered flesh. 

Marty moaned as he felt his ass reamed by Mark's tongue. "Oh yes. That feels so good." He loosened his hands on the bars, even as he pulled his legs up beneath him and shoved his ass back towards Mark's face.

Mark growled against Marty's hole. He wrapped his big hands around Marty's waist, holding him tightly against his mouth as he sucked at the other man's hole. 

Marty was whimpering, only this time in pleasure instead of pain. Mark lubed up as far into Marty's hole as he could, then he reached under Marty's body until he could reach under his pillow. He grabbed the lube he kept there for jacking off and pulling his face from between Marty's cheeks, squirted a big glob into the other man's asshole.

Marty moaned as he felt the lube coat his insides. "Oh wow."

Mark slid a finger gently into Marty's battered ass. Marty whimpered in pain for a minute but as Mark slowly worked his finger in and out of his hole, rubbing against his butt nut every time he pushed in, it wasn't long before Marty was pushing back against him as he moaned loudly. 

"Oh yea...Finger my ass." He cried burying his face in the pillow.

Mark pulled his finger out, then added more lube before sliding 2 fingers into Marty's body. Marty whimpered a bit as he felt his ass stretched to accommodate Mark's fingers but once again he started getting into it.

By the time Mark had 3 fingers buried up Marty's asshole, Marty was squirming around on the bed, while whining noises escaped his lips. "Oh god...feels so good. Fuck me please." He begged shoving his ass back towards Mark.

Mark smiled, now this was more like it. He pulled his fingers from Marty with a plop, added more lube, and then greased up his cock before moving back to his knees as he positioned himself back at Marty's entrance. He rested his hand lightly on Marty's back as he flicked his hips forward burying half his cock up his ass.

"Oooohhhh..." Marty groaned as he felt Mark fill him. There was a bit of pain this time, but mainly he just felt full. "So good." He buried his face in the pillow as he pushed backwards.

Mark watched as Marty slowly fucked himself on his cock. "Nice." The big man groaned, lifting Marty's hips until he was more up on his knees. He let the other man fuck himself for a minute while he reached below Marty's body, grabbing his hard cock and gently stroking it.

"Oh fuck." Marty groaned as he felt Mark's hand enclose him. "Yes...stroke me baby while you fuck my tight ass."

Marty's words turned Mark on so much that he gripped one of Marty's hips, pulling him roughly against him as he started slamming his cock in and out of the other man with hard, controlled strokes. "Take it you little prick." Mark groaned as he reamed Marty's ass. "Take my cock deep in your manpussy."

"Oh fuck me." Marty cried slamming his body back against Mark's stomach, feeling his chest hair pricking at his skin. 

Mark rammed his cock repeatedly into Marty's ass, as he furiously jacked Marty's hard cock. "Oh fuck I'm cummminnngggg." Marty screamed as he started shooting against the bed.

Mark howled as he felt Marty's ass tighten around his cock. "Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkk" He screamed as he shot deep into Marty's bowels. "Take it you fucker."

Marty groaned as he felt Mark splatter inside him. "Oh fuck. Yesssssssssssss." He collapsed against the bed, feeling Mark's still spurting cock pull from his bowels.

Mark finished cumming all over Marty's back, then slumped back against the end of the bed, trying to catch his breath.

The two men were still trying to catch their breaths when the guard walked up to the bars, giving them a grin. "I guess it isn't such a bad day after all."

Marty and Mark just grinned at him.

The End



A Bad Day At The Jail: Lesbian Version



This story actually has two different versions, a gay version between two men and a lesbian version between two women. Since there are categories for each, I thought I would write a version for each. This is the lesbian version.

Andrea gagged as Vicki pushed her pussy against her face. "Suck me if you want to breathe." Vicki said above her as she mashed her pussy against Andrea's struggling face. 

Andrea had been sent to this prison after being sentenced to 5 years for killing her abusive husband. When he had hit her the last time, she had slammed a knife into his chest, right through his heart.

Andrea had married Mark Sinclair when she was 18, now 10 years later she is being smothered by another woman who wants her to suck on her. Not exactly how she pictured her new life. At 5í8î and 130lbs, Andrea had always considered herself an independent woman. She thought she would be able to defend herself if the need ever arose.

She had barely been pushed into the cell by the female guard and the door slammed shut when she was thrown roughly onto her back on the bottom bunk. She had moved to get up, but had the breath knocked out of her when her roommate suddenly sat down on her chest. "Ooooooffff...Get off of me." She screamed punching at the naked woman above her.

Vicki Mitchell smiled as she tightened her heavy legs around her new cellmate's chest. "Uh uh...I haven't had my pussy licked in over two weeks. I'm horny as hell and you're gonna take care of it for me."

"Like hell I..." Andrea's words were cut off as Vicki shoved her pussy into the other woman's face. She gripped her hair, holding her tight against her as she mashed her pussy into Andrea's mouth. "Oh yea, Eat my pussy bitch." She growled rubbing Andrea's face all over her snatch.

Vicki had always been a big girl. 5í9î and full figured. All her life she had men groping her. When she turned 18, her sisters' lover raped her and she turned lesbian. 

Now she was spending the next 20 years in prison for a crime she didn't commit. At every parole hearing, she swore up and down that her stepfather was dead when she found him but no one believed her. Over the past 5 years that she had been in prison, she had been four different women's bitches until one day she rebelled and turned the baddest bitch in the prison into her love slave.

Unfortunately, Mitzy had been transferred to another maximum-security prison 2 weeks ago and Vicki still missed her. She had been lying on her bed, fingering her pussy and thinking about Mitzy's tongue sliding in her tight little hole when she saw her new cellmate thrown in with her. 

It hadn't taken long to decide that this one was going to be her bitch.

Andrea breathed heavily through her nose as Vicki rubbed her pussy against her face. Dipping out her tongue, she ran it over her lips. "Mmmmmmm... Not bad," she thought to herself, as she tasted the other woman's juices. 

Reaching up, she pulled Vicki's hand out of her hair while she lifted her eyes to Vicki's. "Quit trying to suffocate me and I'll suck your pussy." She said when Vicki lifted up a bit.

Vicki smiled at her while she ran her fingers through Andrea's reddish brown hair. "Suck me good and maybe I'll return the favor." Vicki purred pushing her pussy back over Andrea's face, but not pushing down on her this time.

Andrea looked up into Vicki's eyes for a minute then lowered them to the woman's pussy. Reaching up with her hands, she spread Vicki's lower lips apart then darted out her tongue, running it lightly over Vicki's clit. "Ohhhhh...Yea...That's nice." Vicki moaned trying to force herself to stay still and not suffocate Andrea.

She ran her hand behind her, reaching into the waistband of the pants of Andrea's prison outfit. As Andrea ran her tongue over her clit, Vicki moved her fingers into Andrea's pants. Andrea stiffened for a minute when she felt Vicki's hand move inside her panties, then moaned when the other woman touched her clit lightly.

"Like that do you?" Vicki purred as she wiggled her butt, trying to get Andrea back to eating her.

"Oh yea..." Andrea moaned as she felt Vicki's finger brushing lightly repeatedly over her clit. She lifted her hips towards the other woman's probing finger while she buried her face in the snatch before her. She took Vicki's clit between her lips, sucking hard on it while she brushed her finger over Vicki's slit.

"Agh...Fuck...So good." Vicki moaned mashing Andrea's clit with her finger as she rode her pussy over Andrea's face. When she felt Andrea slide a finger into her sopping pussy, she cried out. "Oh finger me..." She begged pressing harder against Andrea's face as she let her roaming fingers move down to Andrea's slit.

Andrea moaned loudly against Vicki's snatch when she felt Vicki's finger penetrate her. She went to town on Vicki's pussy wanting to make the other woman cum so maybe she would return the favor.

Andrea sucked hard at Vicki's clit, whipping her tongue over it and grazing the tender flesh with her teeth as she slammed two fingers in and out of Vicki's wet hole. "Oh god...Eat me..." Vicki screamed slamming her own hand in and out of Andrea's pussy as she slammed her pussy hard against Andrea's sucking mouth. "I'm gonna cum." She screamed when she felt Andrea bite gently at her clit.

For some reason that she couldn't understand, Andrea wanted to taste Vicki's juices. The woman was coating her moving fingers but it wasn't enough. Pulling her lips off Vicki's clit, she pulled her fingers from the other woman's hole. "No...don't stop. I'm so close." Vicki begged humping hard against Andrea.

Andrea wanted to tell her not to worry, but just when she opened her mouth, Vicki pressed forward hard, driving her slit directly over Andrea's mouth. Not thinking about what she was doing, Andrea pointed her tongue then drove it deep into Vicki's body. She tongue fucked the other woman and heard Vicki's cries of delight. 

"Fuck...Yes...Tongue fuck me." She cried humping hard against Andrea's face.

Andrea pressed her hips up against Vicki. The other woman was so lost in her own pleasure that she had her fingers buried deep in Andrea's pussy but wasn't moving them. 

Vicki got the message and started slamming her fingers ferociously in and out of Andrea's hot snatch even as she rode Andrea's darting tongue. "Eat meeeeeeeeeeeeeee..." She screamed as she suddenly came in Andrea's mouth.

Andrea was surprised at first when her mouth was suddenly flooded but she just drank up Vicki's juices then dug her tongue in for more.

Vicki finally moved off of Andrea to sit on the bed beside her while she tried to catch her breath. "Damn...That was fantastic." She panted smiling at Andrea.

Andrea licked her lips. "Yea...You taste good to. You gonna return the favor? I'm horny as hell."

Vicki smiled at her. Leaning forward she kissed Andrea softly on the lips. "You be my bitch, I'll be yours?"

When Andrea felt Vicki lowering her pants and panties, she smiled at Vicki. "That sounds good to me."

For the next two hours the cell was full of the two women screaming in pleasure as they brought each other to climax more then once. 

As each of them lay in their own beds that night after lights out, they both had the same thought running through their minds. 

Maybe today wasn't such a bad day at the jail after all.

The End



A Bad Day At The Office



Chapter #1 Natalie's Basement Encounter

The sun was shining bright on this early November morning in Mid-Town Manhattan. Driving down the street was Natalie. Natalie was driving to work at the mammoth Clamp Center. A technological marvel that had everything fully automated. From motion detecting lights to talking elevators, the Clamp Center had everything a powerful person could hope for. Natalie worked for one of those powerful people, as a secretary to a very prominent New York lawyer.

Natalie knew that one of the reasons she was hired was due to her stunning good looks. A very tall, slim blonde, Natalie never had trouble getting the attention of men. On this day, she was wearing a very tight brown shirt and a very short black skirt that showcased her long legs. Natalie finished off the ensemble with a pair of black high heels. 

Natalie pulled her car into the underground parking garage. She was running late so most of the spaces in the upper levels were already taken so Natalie weaved her car down to the basement level. She finally found a spot in the bottom level of the garage. She parked her car, threw her purse over her shoulder and headed out.

Natalie was silently cursing herself for oversleeping. This had happened a few times and every time it did she had to go through the basement level instead of the lobby. Natalie found the basement of the Clamp Center very creepy. It reminded her of the dungeon of a castle. Albeit with a lot more wires and cables.

Natalie walked through the musty concrete maze as fast as she could. Her black heels clicking loudly on the floor below her feet. She clutched her purse tightly on her shoulder. Natalie couldn't put her finger on it, but she felt more nervous than usual about being in the basement this time. The Clamp Center was a fairly new building and still had "bugs" in most of the systems. Natalie had heard rumors of the building sealing itself off during emergencies. She had also been afraid of getting trapped in the creepy basement. 

Natalie was about halfway through the basement and to the bank of elevators. She was walking at a brisk pace when she came right out of her shoe. She looked back down at the floor and saw that her shoe was stuck to the floor with a green ooze. Natalie bent down to pick up her shoe; she ripped it off the floor. "Damn it, so much for my favorite shoes" Natalie muttered. 

Natalie slipped her shoe back on and stood back up. Before she could get moving again, a big green glob of ooze fell down from above and landed in front of Natalie. "WHAT THE HELL!" Natalie yelled. She looked up and saw four green pods in the pipes. She had never seen anything like them and she had no idea what they were. 

Suddenly, the pods started to move and shake. Natalie stared in shock when she realized that the pods were eggs. As the four pods began moving and being torn apart from whatever creatures were held inside, Natalie stood, too afraid to move. This was one of the most disgusting things Natalie had ever witnessed. Green goo was flying everywhere as the creatures inside of the eggs began to emerge.

As the eggs began to open, three foot tall reptilian creatures began to emerge. They were all green, with big ears and long arms. The creatures climbed down to the floor in front of Natalie. They looked on her like a sailor that had been at sea too long. Natalie could feel four sets of beady red eyes running up and down her body. Natalie was too afraid to run, and she knew she could not make it to the elevator bank. She slowly began to step backward as the creatures slowly followed her. She stepped slowly until her foot hit the goo on the floor. Once she put her weight on that foot she came crashing to the floor and three of the reptilian creatures lunged for the scared young woman.

The first thing Natalie felt were bony, hard hands grab at her legs through her tan pantyhose. These things began running their hands up and down her legs. The creatures explored every inch of Natalie's legs, she could feel the warm slime coming off their scaly hands through her pantyhose. While the two creatures played with her legs, a creature with crazy eyes began to place its hand down by Natalie's stomach. The creature clutched Natalie's shirt with its clawed hand and began to slowly pull up her shirt. Natalie was screaming as loud as she could, but no one would hear her in the bowels of the Clamp Center.

The crazy eyed creature pulled Natalie's shirt up to her chin, revealing that she had decided to not wear a bra that morning. The crazy eyed creature's eyes suddenly focused on the young woman's firm breasts. It seemed fascinated with Natalie's perfect breasts and all she could do was watch as it began to cup her breasts.

Natalie had been very busy with work for the last few months and had not had much of a social life. Her and her last boyfriend had broken up about six months before this particular morning. As the crazy eyed creature gently caressed Natalie's breast she could feel that her clit was throbbing and the crotch of her pantyhose was wet. She couldn't help but feel the pangs of pleasure beginning to hit her body. 

The three creatures caressed Natalie's body while a fourth, one with large reptilian spikes coming out of its back, looked on. The spiked back creature found a large chain in the basement. While Natalie was focused on the three touching her, the fourth grabbed her hands and pulled her arms above her head, chaining them together. Once they had Natalie held in place, the spiked creature growled something and the other three stopped caressing Natalie. 

Natalie looked up and saw the two creatures that were caressing her legs walk off behind a wall and return with two more chains with what looked like padlocks. The two creatures wrapped the chains tightly around her ankles, using the padlocks to hold them in place. Natalie winced at the cold steel through her pantyhose. The two creatures found a place to tie the chains to, pulling the chains tight to spread Natalie's legs wide open.

Natalie had never felt so exposed in her life, her shirt pulled up leaving her breasts out, her legs spread wide open; only her pantyhose were between her and these creatures. The spiked one walked in between Natalie's spread legs. It looked at the beautiful woman in front of it and knew what it wanted. It began to pull her pantyhose. Natalie struggled but the chains were too tight for her to get away. Natalie was now totally exposed. 

The spiked creature began to lightly stroke Natalie's clit. It felt unreal to Natalie. The pleasure she was feeling was the most intense she had ever felt in her 26 years. It started in her pelvis and radiated out into her entire body. The spiked creature began to stroke faster and faster and Natalie began to moan louder and louder. Natalie could feel her body tenser then it had ever been, waiting for the explosion that would happen within her.

Natalie screamed as her body thundered in orgasm. Her body went limp and all Natalie could do was pant and try to catch her breath. Suddenly the creature's attention was drawn to Natalie's purse which had been dropped on the floor when Natalie tried to escape. Natalie's boss was calling to see why Natalie was so late. The creatures could hear the phone vibrating through the large leather purse on the floor in front of them.

The spiked creature pulled the phone out of the purse and pulled off the back plate. The creature began to tinker with the cell phone until the vibrating mechanism was continually vibrating. The creature got an evil grin on its face as it walked over to a prone and spread Natalie.

The creature walked over to Natalie and placed the vibrating phone directly on Natalie's still throbbing clit. A small moan escaped her ruby red lips as she felt another shiver go through her entire body. While the spiked creature held the phone in place, two of the other creatures pulled Natalie's pantyhose back up, taking great care to make sure the phone was held snuggly between her pantyhose and her clit.

Natalie was now swimming in a sea of ecstasy; the orgasms began crashing like waves at the beach. It would be more than eight hours before she would be found. The four creatures scurried off into the Clamp Center itself.

Chapter #2 Liz and Valerie's Morning Surprise

With Natalie tied down and vibrating, the four creatures walked into the clamp center itself. Their eyes lit up when they saw all of the technology they could wreak havoc with. The four creatures found an air duct and got inside to move through the building faster. The Clamp center was buzzing much as it usually does in the morning. One place that was busy was the set of "Morning Surprise" a talk show hosted by Liz and Valerie. The two women really didn't know each other that well, but pretended they were the best of friends while taping their show.

Liz walked out of her dressing room first; she looked quite lovely this morning. Her long black hair cascading down her back, a tight white button down clinging to her upper body showcasing her exquisite breasts. A short tan skirt not leaving much to the imagination, a long slender pair of legs extending out of her skirt encased in tan pantyhose and a pair of tan high heels.

Valerie walked out looking just as lovely; a longish bob haircut showcased her beautiful face. Valerie wore a purple silk button down, and a tan skirt and tan pantyhose like Liz. Valerie finished her look off with a pair of black open toe heels. The two women sat in two plush chairs in the middle of the set, and prepared to begin tapping of their show. Valerie couldn't quite get comfortable, as the chair felt lumpier and harder than it had been the day before.

The TV studios were much like everything else in the Clamp Center, they were completely automated. The producers and directors were in a room far away from the studio. Only Liz and Valerie were in the studio (or so they thought.) 

As the light on the camera turned green and the teleprompter began running, "Hi and welcome to 'Morning Surprise' I'm Liz" And "I'm Valerie, we have an exciting show for you today! We will be talking about the upcoming......" The two women continued reading the teleprompter and trying to look and sound as friendly as possible.

But as they were reading, a creature with spikes on its back popped up behind the two women. Neither Liz nor Valerie could see it but the camera sure could. The creature looked around the set taking everything in until it saw Liz. As Liz was reading the teleprompter, the creature grabbed her hair and pulled her and the plush chair onto its back. Liz was momentarily stunned and before she could react she saw this green creature staring back at her. As she started to scream, she felt two scaly, wet hands grab her pantyhose clad legs and spread them open. She looked up to see a creature with crazy eyes stare back at her.

As Liz was being groped, Valerie sat their stunned. As she began to realize what was happening, she could feel something moving inside her chair. Before she could get up, a scaly green punched through the bottom of the chair, running its hand right up Valerie's skirt. Valerie could feel the slimy hand begin to rub her thighs and work her way up to the crotch of her pantyhose. It cut a small hole in her pantyhose with its finger and began to make it bigger and bigger until and could get its entire hand to her prone clit.

The creature that pulled Liz down dove in between her spread legs faster than she could imagine. It began to tear at the crotch of her pantyhose in frenzy. Once it had Liz completely exposed it stopped and got its face very close to Liz's clit. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, and she could feel this thing breathing heavily on her. Without warning the creature let its long tongue out, it had to be a foot long. The creature shoved its tongue deep inside of Liz, she let out a half scream half moan.

Valerie was terrified, this thing hadn't touched her yet, but she knew it was about to, she could hear Liz on the floor and she knew it was doing something to her, Valerie did note that it didn't sound like Liz completely hated it. As Valerie was wondering what was going to happen, two green arms burst out of the back of her chair and immediately latched themselves onto her breasts. She screamed as she felt the arms rip her purple button down like it was wrapping paper and pull her bra down exposing he breasts. The creature in the bottom of the chair could feel Valerie flinch and tense up and took that as its cue to go right for her clit. Valerie let out a loud moan as she felt it begin to rub. 

Liz had never felt anything like what she was feeling at that moment, the creature had its tongue deep inside of her, it was twisting and turning inside of her and she didn't know how much longer she could hold on. The intensity was becoming too much for her to handle and the creature that was holding her legs open was having trouble hanging on. The creature with its tongue inside of Liz could see how close Liz was and began to push deeper and twsit its tongue faster. Liz clawed at the floor, arched her back and began to scream "OH MY GOD, YES, YES, YES!" The orgasm hit Liz like a thunderclap, she came so hard she kicked the creature that was holding her legs open clear across the room into a studio light, sending sparks flying everywhere, one of which landed on a set of towels in the corner.

The creature with crazy eyes got up and started to laugh manically seemingly enjoying its impromptu ride. The towels behind the creature were now engulfed in flames. The spiked creature saw the fire and immediately rushed over next to the other creature. The two in Valerie's chair followed suit shortly. Valerie, still stunned began to get up slowly. She tip toed over to Liz and pulled the still stunned woman up into a sitting position

The four creatures watched the fire and more importantly, the smoke intently. They watched as the smoke wafted up toward the sprinkler system. Liz and Valerie were too stunned and morbidly curious about what was going on to run. "What are they doing?" Valerie asked in a shaky voice. "I don't know, but they seem to have lost interest in us" Liz said still dazed. Both women jumped as they heard the sprinkler system activate.

The creatures looked to the ceiling as the water began to flow down onto the studio floor. They began to scream and writhe in agony as the water hit them. Liz and Valerie edged themselves into a corner to stay dry; they couldn't escape since the creatures were blocking the exit. "Is the water killing them?" Liz asked. "Look at those bubbles on their backs it looks like....oh God!" Valerie screamed as the bubbles on the four creatures became even more creatures. The process repeated and repeated until the sprinkler stopped. Where there were four creatures their now had to be thousands. 

The two women screamed, getting the attention of the new army of creatures. They charged the corner where the women were. Both Valerie and Liz were pulled into the middle of the throng of creatures. The creatures began to caress, lick and touch every inch of both women's bodies. Valerie was screaming in ecstasy as creature after creature licked her swollen clit. Liz could feel every inch of her, as she felt many fingers running through her dark hair, hundreds of hands caressing her body, the creatures even pulled off her high heels and ran their tongues over her pantyhose clad feet.

The spiked creature growled something, and the throng of creatures departed the studio pouring into every vent and open space they could find. Off to wreak havoc. Liz and Valerie pushed themselves up, their hair was soaked, their tan skirts had a greenish tinge, their pantyhose torn and tattered, and their tops were completely gone, leaving their breasts heaving as they tried to catch their breaths. All they could do was gasp as the camera switched off.

The army of creatures went in all directions; the Clamp center was now completely infested. Several headed for an elevator shaft and surrounded the empty elevator. They silently cackled with delight when they saw two pretty blonde women step on, the creatures grew more excited as the doors shut on the two blonde women trapping them inside, knowing that they could do whatever they wanted.

Many of the creatures headed up toward the various offices in the building, including the genetics lab that was housed in the Clamp Center.

But the people who were inside had no idea what they were in for, especially Brooke and Anna. The two women were alone in their office suite not knowing what was coming up the vent toward them. This would be a day they would never forget.

Chapter #3 Brooke and Anna's Unwanted Visitors

"I really do hate this time of day" thought Brooke as she poured herself another cup of coffee. It wasn't even noon and already the building seemed to be having issues. The lights were dimming, the climate control was malfunctioning and the automated address system seemed to cut in at random intervals. "This has to be a new record" she thought to herself. Brooke really didn't have time to be concerned about that though, she had just been appointed to the head of the PR department for the Clamp organization. She had moved up the corporate ladder rather quickly and found herself still learning the ins and outs of being an executive

Brooke really was a beautiful woman, with her long flowing chestnut hair and piercing blue eyes. She knew how to get attention and knew what her best physical assets were and knew how to flaunt them and today was no exception. Brooke wore a black long sleeve top that showcased her curves nicely. She also wore a short ruffled skirt that didn't leave much to the imagination and completed the look with a pair of black pumps.

Brooke sat down and put her long legs on her desk and pushed the button for the intercom. The intercom led to the outer office and Brooke's assistant Anna. Anna was fresh out of college and the Clamp center was her first corporate job. Anna was eager to please and worked quite hard. Anna had just started with Brooke a few days earlier and Brooke was Anna's first female boss. Anna, being so young, was a little rebellious in her fashion choices for work. Pushing the employee dress codes to their limit, wearing a low cut red top that seemed slightly too relaxed, more so because the lace of her bra was poking out, a short skirt in an imitation hounds tooth pattern (an eager, albeit failed, attempt at looking professional) she wore similar pantyhose to Brooke, sheer, silky nude nylon tight on her legs, leading to rather bright red heels. 

"Anna, have you finished shredding my mail from this morning yet?" "I'm just finishing Miss Cates." "Good, let's do some memos" Brooke said while absent mindedly rubbing her thighs. Brooke dictated while Anna wrote out the memos, both women not knowing what had happened down in the "Morning Surprise" studio and what was spreading all throughout the Clamp center.

Brooke shut off the intercom and Anna got to work. As Anna slowly, typed her mind wandered to a pleasant blank state; little did she notice the small, hideous green humanoid gremlin that had scuttled out of a floor air duct, crawling towards her with quick, jerky movements eerily similar to a spider. It snuck under Anna's desk and watched Anna. Anna sat at her desk with her legs crossed and dangling her red pump off of her nylon clad foot. The creature stared intently at Anna's long, silky legs. It crawled over to Anna, and with one swift movement swatted away her red shoe.

Anna sat upright as she felt her shoe fly off her foot, before she could even look down she felt something warm and wet on her foot. She looked down to see this big eared creature staring back at her, its tongue hanging out and licking her nylon clad foot. Before Anna could scream another creature lunged out from the behind her desk and latched itself onto her chest. Anna screamed and struggled with the creature as it tore at her top. The creature on the floor grabbed Anna's leg and began to pull her under the desk. In all of the commotion, Anna knocked her purse onto the floor, causing all of the contents to spill out. 




A Bad Day At The Office



The creatures pulled the struggling secretary under the desk and had her just where they wanted. They both sat on her stomach back to back, holding Anna in place. Anna could only see the one facing her as it ripped open her red top and her lace bra. Anna gasped as she felt the creature's clawed and scaly hands touch her exposed breasts. It was all happening so fast that she couldn't think. This creature kept rubbing her breasts and looking her dead in the eye. All while this was going on the other creature began to rub Anna's thighs. Anna couldn't see the creature touching her legs, not being able to see where it's scaly; slimy hands were going to go was heightening her sense. She could feel every little touch, every little caress, every small tear in her pantyhose. Anna could feel herself getting wet.

The creature rubbing Anna's breasts began to lean closer to her (all while still messaging her breasts). Its face got only about an inch or so away from Anna's face. Anna could see into its eyes and feel it's hot breathe on her face, she winced and whimpered as it opened its mouth and let its tongue come up. The creature's tongue began running up Anna's neck and onto her face. Her makeup began to slightly smear as the creature licked more and more. It began to run its tongue through her hair, leaving it sticky and somewhat matted. 

The creature caressing Anna's legs looked up and saw the contents of Anna's purse. Mixed in with her wallet and loose change was a small pink vibrator. The creature's eyes lit up, it reached out and grabbed the vibrator and cackled while it switched the device on. With one swift movement the creature ripped open the crotch of Anna's tan pantyhose and put the vibrator inside of her. 

Anna gasped and her mouth fell open. The creature licking her immediately stuck its tongue inside Anna's mouth. Anna squealed as she could feel the slime for the creatures tongue filling her mouth and the vibrations from the vibrator. The creature with the vibrator began to push and pull the device. Lust was starting to take over Anna, her clit throbbed as the vibrator hit her G spot. Anna convulsed and squirmed and moaned as the orgasm over her took her. It was too much for her, Anna rolled onto her side sending the two creatures flying off of her. The vibrator was still inside Anna and resting on her G spot. The orgasm spread over Anna's body, she had never cum so hard before. Coughing and spitting out slime, Anna quickly reached and pulled the vibrator out. 

Anna looked over and saw the two creatures shaking their heads as if they too were in a daze. "They must have hit their heads" thought Anna. Taking this as her moment, Anna quickly pulled herself from under the desk and ran out of the office and down the hall. She really was a sight, her brown hair drenched and matted, her breasts exposed, missing one of her shoes she was in such a daze she didn't even think to take the other one off. 

The two creatures saw their plaything run from the room, they were about to give chase when they heard Brook come storming out of her office. "Goddamn it Anna, when I call you on the intercom you damn well better answer me" Brooke huffed. She was prepared to berate her young secretary when she saw the two creatures grinning wickedly at her. 

Brooke didn't scream, she couldn't even move. Brooke could see out of the corner of her eye at least ten more of these creatures come out of the vent. Her legs trembled as she slowly began to try to back away. The creatures lunged toward Brooke knocking her onto the floor. They all held her down, Brooke looked around at the creatures holding her and could see they were all looking to one creature who had picked Anna's vibrator. She could see it had spikes on its back and had a more menacing look in its eyes then the others. 

The creature walked up Brooke's spread legs, it put the vibrator down and slowly wrapped its long fingers around the waist of her pantyhose. As the creature slowly began to pull her pantyhose down Brooke began to struggle. She didn't know what was going to happen next. Brooke looked the creature in the eye, it stared back while it turned the vibrator onto the highest setting. The creature glided the vibrator into Brooke, she gasped and began to convulse as the vibrator hit her G spot. While the vibrator was running, the spiked creature began to lick Brooke's clit. Brooke could feel her body betraying her as her legs and back began to arch. Brooke could feel as the orgasm hit and she let out a scream as the pleasure overtook her body, but instead of stopping, the creature kept licking causing Brooke to moan and pant even louder. The second orgasm hit and Brooke was clawing into the office carpet. The creature went even faster and pushed the vibrator even deeper. Brooke wasn't sure how much more she could take. The third orgasm hit Brooke hard, her body went limp as she fainted. 

The spiked creature looked up and pulled out the vibrator. It pulled Brooke's pantyhose back on. It snarled at the other creatures who took a hold of her legs and began to drag the unconscious Brooke down the hall and into a storage closet. The creatures weren't done playing with their new toy just yet. 

Chapter #4 Sarah And Jennifer's Wild Ride

Sarah walked up to the elevator, her black heels clicking against the marble floor. She pushed the button and patiently waited for the elevator to arrive. Sarah stood and waited to work, wearing a short black skirt, a purple short sleeved blouse, black high heel shoes and tan pantyhose. The lights above her pretty blonde head flickered slightly; Sarah had noticed several odd occurrences today. She didn't give it much thought as the elevator arrived. 

Sarah stepped inside ready to get to work. As the doors began to close a tall woman with dark blonde hair ran to the elevator, Sarah held the door for her letting the tall woman in. "Thanks, I always tend to miss these things" "No problem" Sarah said. The two women stood in silence waiting for the elevator doors to close, once the doors closed the lights flickered inside the elevator, neither woman paid much attention. The elevator voice came on as it usually does "Please state your desired floor number?" "38" both women said. 

The elevator began to move, but both women were met with a cacophony of guttural voices repeating their floor number mockingly. The two women shot looks at each other. "Is this a joke or is it screwed up or...?" the dark blonde asked, her voice trailing off as the lights in the elevator flickered and the floor numbers quickly changed. Despite their physical differences, their fear and confusion gave them a similar appearance: the same confused, flushed, frightened expressions, wide eyes, their carefully painted mouths slightly open, breathing faster. Similarly their hearts beat faster, panic sinking in, the heavy feeling of dread settling in their stomachs, in their limbs, their hands lightly shaking as they tried to understand the strange sounds outside the elevator, the giggles and the screeches, and the severe technical issues in a building that should have had no technical issues to speak of. Sarah watched the floor read out intently, 28, 29, 30, the elevator seemed to be gaining speed. 32, 33, 34, "It really should be slowing down?" Sarah whispered to herself. The voices were getting louder, and both women could hear the distinctive sound of laughter. 37, 38, 39, 40, the dark blonde woman began to panic, "Elevator stop!" She yelled over the multitude of voices. 

The elevator stopped with a jolt, the car was filled with a deafening silence. Both women exhaled simultaneously. "Sound alarm" Sarah commanded. The women's relief was short lived though as they heard the same voices imitating the elevator alarm. Both women looked at each other with a new found fear; they knew something was very, very wrong. The voices ceased after a few minutes, leaving the women to ponder what was happening. Sarah got her first good look at her fellow passenger. She was a very pretty tall blonde, wearing a very short black skirt with a white stripe down the side, a very tight white button down blouse, tan pantyhose, and a pair of red heels. Sarah couldn't take the silence, "I love your shoes" Sarah said, she didn't get any response, the woman stood at the back of the elevator leaning against the railing. Sarah walked up and stood next to her. "My name is Sarah" "I'm Jennifer" the other woman said. Sarah could tell she wasn't going to get much out of Jennifer, she was too nervous and lost in her thoughts. Sarah was nervous as well, she could hear scurrying around the elevator. Sarah tried her hardest to take her mind off of her current predicament. She reapplied her make-up, straightened her outfit, even readjusted her pantyhose to take her mind off of being in that elevator. 

They were both beginning to feel the utter helplessness of the situation they were in, trapped in the small, dark elevator with no way to get out, helpless to whatever was scurrying and giggling all around the elevator. They instinctively drew closer to the wall in the middle of the elevator. Jennifer clutched her purse to her chest, fiddling with the straps, trying to keep her mind from racing. Suddenly there was shaking and the scurrying got louder. "Is it the power trying to come back on?" Jennifer asked, hoping, despite the unnatural and terrifying sounds (and, though they did not allow themselves to really notice it, lightly bulging walls) that someone was fixing the elevator. 

However, sudden pounding on the walls (hard enough to bend the paneling) and louder screeches made them both instinctively jump to opposite corners; Jennifer dropped her purse when she jumped. Both began to panic, quietly whimpering as they huddled into the corners, shaking with fear and drawing into themselves arms wrapped around their bodies and their smooth, nylon clad legs, lightly shining in what little light there was, pressing together. The screeching and harsh cackling intensified; the walls were pounded on roughly. Suddenly large drills and axes broke through the paneling on either side of both women, making them scream and huddle even more into the corners. Jennifer huddled into the corner as tight as she could, watching the drill and ax cut into the elevator. As she watched this, she felt a warm, slimy hand wrap around her right ankle and then one wrap around her left ankle. Jennifer could feel the warmth of the hands and slime through her pantyhose. The hand on the right kept pulling and rubbing her leg, Jennifer used all of her strength to keep her legs closed, but the creature gave a good tug, pulling her leg and pulling her foot right out of her red shoe. The creature pulled her leg to the wall, leaving Jennifer's legs spread open. Jennifer's short tight skirt began to ride up with her legs spread open. 

Sarah was on the other side of the elevator, trying to figure out what was happening. Sarah panicked when she felt the hands tightly squeeze her ankles. She lunged forward falling down toward the floor and falling right out of her high heels. Sarah crashed to the floor, feeling temporary relief to be away from the corner she had edged herself into. Her relief was short lived though as she felt slimy hands grab onto her long blonde hair, It dragged her across the elevator, jerking her between Jennifer's legs, which were being pulled apart wider, the seams at the sides of her tight black skirt straining and beginning to rip open, exposing her upper thighs. 

The ax and drill were replaced by two reptilian looking arms. Jennifer shrunk more into the wall, she felt powerless as these arms reached for her. They began to tear at her white blouse, exposing more and more skin. Jennifer was terrified but also a little turned on as she could feel so many sensations, not the least of which was Sarah thrashing and rubbing up against her open legs. The two arms finished opening her blouse and tearing off her bra, exposing her large breasts. The two arms began to grab at her breasts, massaging and caressing them. Jennifer was scared but the hands touching her tender breasts felt so good, she could feel the warmth throughout her entire body.

Sarah was trying to break free from whatever had a hold on her, but more hands broke through the floor of the elevator. Grabbing at her blouse, ripping it open exposing her breasts. More hands grabbed her legs pulling them open as far as they would go. Once they had her in a position they liked, one final hand broke through the floor between Sarah's legs. The hand began caressing her thigh; Sarah could feel the warmth of the hand running up her leg to the crotch of her pantyhose. Sarah was not sure what was going to happen when she felt the hand begin to rub her clit through her pantyhose. Sarah's screams soon turned to moans.

A hand punched through the wall and started rubbing Jennifer's clit as well. She let out a loud gasp when she felt it. Both creatures began rubbing the women faster and faster. Until they ripped open both women's pantyhose and directly rubbing their clits. Both women began to moan and twitch in pleasure. Sarah's back began to arch as the orgasm came upon her. She couldn't help what she felt; she had never felt anything like this, pleasure hitting her body in waves. She screamed when the orgasm hit her. 

Jennifer could feel her knees weakening with the orgasm. The hand went faster and faster, Jennifer was panting at this point, just trying to keep her breath. When the orgasm hit her, Jennifer screamed, the creatures let her go, causing her to fall down on top of Sarah.

As both women were catching their breaths, they felt the elevator drop slightly. They looked around trying to figure out what was happening, when the cables finally let go, sending both women flying into the air. They both held onto the railing, trying to brace for the sudden impact that was coming.

But as quickly as it started it came to a crashing halt. 

Both women were thrown upwards and then thumped downwards onto the floor. The elevator was a wreck of torn paneling, blinking lights and bloody parts of those monsters. 

Sarah and Jennifer lay sprawled near each other, their legs entangled. They were quite a sight, especially compared to their former neatness; both were covered in a sheen of sweat and splatters of slick green blood. Their hair was messy, uncombed and wild. 

Sarah's blouse had been clawed open, and she quickly tried to cover herself with the tattered remains of it. Her bare skin contrasted with the sheen of the remaining nylon that covered her legs; much of it had been scratched away. Jennifer's skirt was ripped from both sides, her barefooted legs spread wide (though she quickly covered them when she noticed people looking into the destroyed elevator). 

They untangled their legs from each other, the sound of the nylon clad legs smoothly gliding together a quiet, soothing sound compared to the dripping blood and electric chaos going on around them. Panting, sweating and messy they looked around in shock, still unable to fully understand what just happened. 

Chapter #5 Kate and Erin's Tongue Lashing

Kate and Erin walked back into the building, returning to work from their break. Both women worked as tour guides in the building. They wore matching white turtleneck sweaters, short black skirts and tan pantyhose the only difference in the outfits where their high heels, Kate wore black heels, while Erin wore white. Kate and Erin were very close and enjoyed working together, they were always joking about their times as tour guides and how they had seen everything. Little did they know what would happen to them on this day.

Both women walked to the elevator and Kate pushed the up button. "Kate, the elevator is at the 62nd floor, it's going to take forever to get here, let's find another elevator" Erin said. "No, look it's starting to come down now, just wait a minute Kate" "Actually, it seems to be coming down awfully fast" Kate said. Both women watched the floor indicator try to keep up, the numbers were barely readable since they were going so fast.

Kate and Erin instinctively took a step back as the elevator came close to the ground floor. The elevator crashed to a halt in front of them, the doors crashing open at odd angles. Kate and Erin exchanged shocked looks with each other and peered in cautiously to the elevator. 

The floor of the elevator below them was a mess. Side paneling, electric bits and mysterious, unbelievable but unmistakable gore was thrown (and splattered) around the elevator. In the dull, blinking shine of a backup emergency light they noted the sheen of nylon, before realizing that they were staring at two women, thrown down into the elevator, their legs twisted and intertwined around each other. Erin gasped--she thought they were dead before she noticed them moving. 

Two tall blonde women, their hair messy, tangled halos around their terrified faces, slowly started to sit up. Their eyes, wide and shiny with fear and shock looked up at the two women staring down. Their clothes were ripped and scratched at. Kate noticed that both of the women in the elevator had their skirts pulled up and their pantyhose had been ripped open at the crotch. She also noticed that the elevator was riddled with holes.

The two blonde women (Sarah and Jennifer) began to move again, they wore both completely covered in green blood. Erin and Kate stood there watching the two blonde women slowly move around. Erin was finally able to speak. Looking down at the two women all she could say in a trembling voice "We'll......We'll get the next one." And with that she grabbed Kate by the arm and dragged her away.

Erin and Kate got as far from the elevator as they could. They ran down to a long, isolated hallway, they stopped to catch their breaths. "What the fuck was that?" Erin forcefully asked "I have no idea, what the hell were they covered in?" "It looked like slime or blood, but I can't think what in hell has green blood" As Kate was able to catch her breath. "Did you see the looks on their faces? I mean their skirts were pulled up all the way and their breasts were hanging out! Whatever happened to them in there, it was big enough to leave them unconcerned with us seeing them like that"

As the two women began to straighten up to leave, they heard an alarm start to go off. Kate and Erin stood to look, before Erin realized it was a locking mechanism the building set up to separate and contain certain emergencies. Kate tried running to the door, but it slammed shut before she could reach it. Despite knocking and pulling on it the door would not budge. 

"Shit" Erin yelled. "I guess we're locked in here until someone comes to let us out" Both women stood silently for a few minutes, each lost in thought. The lights above their heads kept flickering on and off. Normally this wouldn't be noticeable, but after what they saw in that elevator they were terrified of everything.

Erin and Kate instinctively got closer to each other. They exchanged frightened looks. "It's probably nothing, maybe the elevator messed with the electricity or something." Their temporary relief was quickly quelled when they heard strange scurrying and cackling sounds near them, sounds that were starting to sound more like throaty, inhuman giggles as they seemed to get closer. Erin and Kate clutched each other's arms and leaned against the wall together, pressing themselves into it and huddling closer together. 

Suddenly the scurrying turned to scratching against the air duct above their heads. Kate and Erin quickly moved away from it, huddling even closer together in fear as the opening to the duct was pushed out, crashing near them. 

Suddenly a series of short, reptile like humanoids jumped out, loudly screeching and giggling. Erin heard vague banging on the door, quickly drowned out by Kate's screams. The creatures turned their yellow eyes and giant ears towards them.




A Bad Day At The Office



Kate and Erin ran back down the hall and tried, in vain, to open the door. Realizing it was locked they edged into the corner of the wall together, holding each other in terror against the approaching, cackling monsters. The creatures suddenly lunged forward.

Two attached themselves to Erin's legs, grabbing and scratching at her with their arms while their legs held them around her ankles. She screamed and flailed at them, feeling their claws scratch and press into her, tearing parts of the nylon on her legs and scratching her delicate skin. She fell forward, kicking her legs out and ripping open the sides of her skirt in her attempts at shaking them off. 

Near her Kate fell as well, landing with a hard thud on her side as a creature ripped at her legs as well, with another one pulling on her long dark hair and tugging on the neck of her turtleneck. Kate's screams were unending as she struggled to kick the monster off her legs, her fast nylon clad legs shining a dull red in the flashing emergency light. Kicking hard she lost both her shoes before finally kicking the little beast off her legs but the creature would give up and immediately grabbed her leg again.

Erin continued kicking but was unable to fight the monsters off her legs; they dug her claws into her. She turned around on her back, trying to bash the creatures into the wall. While one dug its claws in deeper, screeching and clawing at the ripped open sides of her skirt, the other jumped up and landed on her chest with a heavy thud. She screamed the sound echoing through the hall. 

The monster started clawing at her chest, seemingly trying to rip open her turtleneck. The fabric around her breasts began to tear. The creature ripped at her sweater with frenzy until the sweater was reduced to shreds. Erin gasped as she saw this creature stop and stare at her breasts. It had a look in its eye that Erin couldn't understand. With on fluid motion, it ripped off Erin's bra, exposing her large breasts. Before Erin could even register what the creature had done, it opened its mouth and let its long tongue come out. It began to lick Erin, from her navel slowly working its way up to her breasts. Erin shuddered when she felt the warm, slimy tongue reach her nipple. 

As the creature was lapping Erin with its tongue, Kate was still fighting with the creatures on her. Two had a strong hold on her legs, but her upper body was still free. As she was able to catch glimpses beyond where the monsters had her held down, she could see the vent could see more creatures just pouring into the little room. As Kate tried to sit up again, another creature leapt onto her chest, finally pinning her down. Kate was surrounded by creatures now; they all grabbed her and dragged her over next to Erin. 

What had to be thirty to forty creatures surrounded and held down the two women. Both were terrified about what would happen to them but knew they were powerless to stop it. The creatures moved in closer and both women could see, these things had a hunger in their eyes. The group of creatures split, half focused on Kate, half on Erin. Kate looked up, terrified, thinking of the worst things these creatures would do, when she felt something down by her feet. She felt a warm, slimy feeling on the bottom of her feet through her pantyhose. Then she felt two more licking up and down her legs, two more ripped open what remained of her sweater and began licking her torso and breasts. Kate was horrified and disgusted, but there was also a little part of her that was turned on. The creatures that had Erin were running their tongues all over her body, even though her hair. She was squirming on the floor, getting stickier by the second. As they began to lick her, faster and faster, she looked over to her friend Kate, Erin could see the creatures were doing the same to her. Suddenly, the creatures all stopped licking the two drenched women; creatures grabbed both women and held them in a spread eagle position, pulling their legs open as far as they would go. One creature stood in front of each woman. At the same time, both Erin and Kate had their pantyhose ripped open, Erin knew what was coming, but Kate looked up and saw the creature in front of staring at her prone pussy. It had a look in its eyes like it had found the answer to life itself. Before Kate could comprehend the creature dove in between her spread legs. Kate screamed as she felt the creature's tongue glide up and down her throbbing clit.

Erin, deep down, wanted this. She had felt so wet when one of the creatures ripped off her bra and liked her breasts. She moved and was grinding against the creature's tongue, feeling every lick from the top of her head to her toes. The creatures licked both women with no mercy, both cried out in pleasure as the creatures stuck their long fingers inside of them while licking them. Kate couldn't even think, the room began to spin, the intensity was to much for her. Her orgasmic screams echoed off of the walls in the little room they were trapped in. The creatures holding Erin's legs where having to use more and more pressure. She was moving wildly until she too screamed in ecstasy.

Both women, panting heavily looked up as the creatures stopped, the creatures giving the pleasure simply got up and walked off, the two woman were shocked when two more creatures took their places. It continued like this for hours, two creatures would give Erin and Kate thunderous orgasms, and two more would take their places and start the cycle over again until every last creature in the room had a turn.

Once all of the creatures had a turn with Erin and Kate, they let the two women go; they climbed back into the air duct, and left the two messy and exhausted women alone in the sealed off room. Kate and Erin crawled into a corner, waiting for the doors to open for they knew, until those doors opened, those creatures were in complete control.

Chapter #6 Kristen and Lindsey's Early Day

Kristen and Lindsey shared what might possibly have been the tiniest office in the entire Clamp center. The room could only hold two desks facing each other, luckily Kristen and Lindsey got along quite well or they probably would have killed each other in this small room. Kristen and Lindsey were two of many secretaries and assistants to Maria Clamp, the owner and CEO of the Clamp organization. They had both worked for Miss Clamp for about a year and were both settling into the jobs quite nicely. Maria Clamp was a bit odd at times, she loved technology and had a brilliant mind (hence how she made the Forbes' 100 list but was still only 28) but she wasn't great dealing with people. Many days she would not set foot out of her office which is why she had so many secretaries and assistants, to help with many of the tasks involved in running the Clamp center.

Kristen and Lindsey's office was right outside of Maria Clamp's master office. Kristen and Lindsey couldn't hear what was being said but they could hear Miss Clamp talking very forcefully to Rebecca Forester, the Clamp Center's head of security. Both Kristen and Lindsey watched as the tall blonde woman practically flew out of Miss. Clamp's office. Neither woman didn't think much of it and went back to work.

Kristen got up from her desk and went out to the front office to grab a file from the receptionist's desk. She slowly walked back as she read the contents of the file. "Damnit" she muttered under her breathe. She needed to make fifty copies of this report and have it back by 1pm. Kristen popped her head back into the office she shared with Lindsey, "Hey Linds, I have to go make these copies before one, do you think you could come down to the copy room in about half an hour and take over for me?" "No problem" chirped Lindsey. With that Kristen was off to the copy room.

Kristen walked with the file under her arm and stopped at the elevator bank and pushed the down button. Kristen took the opportunity to straighten out her silk pink button down and her short brown skirt. She let her foot slip out of her fashionable brown pump and wriggled her pantyhose clad toes. Kristen looked up to the floor readout above the elevator doors; it was on the sixty second floor. She pushed the button again but the elevator still didn't move. With a haughty breathe she shook her long brown hair and headed for the stairwell, she could walk down the three flights to the thirty eighth floor. As soon as the door closed behind her, the elevator floor readout began to tumble down with lightning speed.

Kristen reached the thirty eighth floor and walked into the hallway. She walked into the copy room and began about her work making the photo copies. The room and the whole area was eerily quiet with the exception of the copier. Kristen wasn't sure but she thought she heard what sounded almost like moaning coming from a few doors down. "Thank God it is almost lunch time" she thought, "I'm clearly hearing things" Just then a door slammed open startling Kristen from her thoughts. She looked up and saw a sight that made her do a double take. It was a young woman, her red blouse torn open, breasts exposed. She was covered in something that Kristen couldn't identify, the young woman was also missing a shoe and Kristen could see that the young woman's pantyhose had been torn. Before Kristen could say anything the young woman took off and headed down the stairs Kristen watched the young woman run away before she heard the copier stop.

Kristen jumped as the copier suddenly died. She pushed the button to get the machine to come back to life but nothing was happening. Kristen cautiously peered behind the machine and saw that the power cable ad been ripped from the socket, just leaving exposed wire. Kristen knelt down to look at the wire, just then the door to the copy room slammed shut. 

Kristen jumped straight up. She could hear something scurrying and a low, guttural laughter. "Wh-who's there?" Kristen asked in a shaky voice. She backed up slowly into the shelving unit holding boxes for paper and toner. As Kristen's back hit the boxes, two sets of reptilian arms burst out from the boxes. Kristen screamed as the slimy greasy fingers got a tight grip on her hair. Kristen struggled and fought as hard as she could, finally breaking the creatures grip but sending her flying forward and falling down on her stomach.

Kristen turns over onto her back and sees six to eight of the creatures infesting the Clamp center. Two creatures hold Kristen down while the others descend on her body. Kristen screams but it doesn't seem to do any good, if anything it just seems to antagonize these creatures. The creatures growl and laugh and then take their positions. Two grab each of Kristen's ankles, slowly rubbing the nylon of her pantyhose. Two more grab her thighs and pull them open. And two more hold her arms down. Kristen looks up, her glasses askew on her face and sees one of the creatures wearing something. It slowly walks toward Kristen, as it gets closer to her spread legs, Kristen can see that the creature is wearing a strap on dildo. Kristen struggles and lets out a gasp. The creature begins to toy with Kristen, slowly rubbing its new appendage on her nylon clad thigh, running it over her stomach, rubbing it on her clit through her pantyhose.

The creature holding Kristen's ankle picks this moment to torment Kristen even more. It slowly reaches over and pulls off her brown pump. It then takes its free hand and runs its claw up and down the bottom of Kristen's foot. Kristen tries to struggle and kick but the creature is too strong and easily holds her legs in place. 

The creature with the dildo growls something and the other's stand at attention. It growls again and two creatures on either side of her chest grab her pink button down and rip it open. Kristen lets out a small scream as she feels the bony fingers of the creatures go into her bra and message her nipples erect. Kristen lets out a small moan as she feels the creature with the dildo rip open her pantyhose and rip off her panties. With one fluid movement the creature plunges the dildo deep into Kristen. She lets out a load gasp as the dildo is thrust deeper and deeper inside her. 

Kristen's senses are heightened; she can feel everything that these creatures do to her. Her body comes alive with every caress, every thrust, every slimy, bony finger that is laid on her body seems to make her come alive with pleasure. The creature is thrusting harder and harder, faster and faster. Kristen can feel it coming, the orgasm is building deep inside of her. Just as her eyes are about to roll into the back of her head the creature stops thrusting, and the others stop rubbing. Kristen looks up, trying to get control over herself. All of grab onto her and with one fluid movement flip her onto her stomach. The creature with the dildo walks up behind Kristen, grabs a handful of her hair, and thrusts the dildo in from behind. It is thrusting harder and faster than before, Kristen begins to scream and moan, louder than before.

Lindsey looks at her watch and realizes that she has to go down and help out Kristen. Lindsey walked to the elevator bank and pushed the down button. Lindsey did the same thing as Kristen and took the moment to adjust her dark brown button down and straighten out her short tan skirt. Lindsey looked up and saw the elevator wasn't coming. The floor readout number was blank and the button was not responsive. "Odd" she thought to herself as she made her way down the stairs.

Lindsey reached the door to the copy room and was confused when she found it closed. The door was never closed. Lindsey pushed the door open to see a sight she would soon not forget. She looked down on the floor and saw her friend lying on her stomach covered in these green and brown creatures. They were clinging onto her and touching every part of her body. Lindsey eyes grew wide when she realized that the creature was thrusting a dildo into Kristen.

Kristen's body was betraying her, she felt herself tighten around the dildo with each thrust. Each thrust feeling like an orgasmic blast inside of her. She was almost there, she could feel her muscles tighten, the creature went faster and faster, the more Kristen screamed and moaned the faster it went until Kristen's body twisted and went limp, her heavy breather filling the room and hallway as Lindsey looked on aghast. 

The creature with the dildo looked up manically at Lindsey; Lindsey could feel its eyes running up and down her body. She took one step back without breaking eye contact with the creature. Just as she was about to run, another one of these creatures jumped down from the ceiling landing on Lindsey's shoulders. The creature with the dildo laughed and slammed the door, content to play with Kristen some more. 

Lindsey screamed and tried to fight the creature off of her narrow shoulders, but it had a good grip and was not letting go. Lindsey flailed around the hallway until more creatures came and grabbed her nylon clad ankles. They gave a good tug and pulled her legs right out from under her. The air was knocked out of Lindsey; two creatures grabbed her long black hair and dragged Lindsey into a large storage closet. Once inside they let her go. Lindsey stood up and tried to run out the door but another creature swung down and knocked into Lindsey causing her to fall backward into a chair. A dozen creatures descended on Lindsey and grabbed her. They began to tie her to the chair. They pulled her legs open and tied her left leg to the cold metal chair leg. Suddenly, Lindsey felt a warm, silky feeling on her right leg. 

The creatures were tying her right leg to the left leg of a woman with long chestnut hair and a black top. She appeared to be unconscious. Lindsey looked over the other woman and noticed that her legs were spread too. Lindsey also saw a large white plug in vibrator tightly fastened between her legs. Once Lindsey was tied down, the creatures placed a long, plug in vibrator between her legs. "OH GOD NO!" She pleaded, but it was to no avail, the creatures tied the vibrator right to her clit and powered it on. Lindsey struggled and tried to resist, but the vibrations were getting to her, a low moan escaped her red lips and the creatures howled with delight. They knew they were in for a show now.

Chapter #7 Mary and Jessica's Mutant Menagerie

As far as the Splice-O-Life lab was concerned, they were very lucky Maria Clamp was such a patron of the sciences. The lab had been denied a lease by twelve other buildings in Mid-town before finding a home in the Clamp Center. The reason the lab had such a hard time finding a home was due to the experiments they were conducting. The Splice-O-Life lab specialized in genetic engineering or more precisely creating hybrid animals. 

At the head of the lab was Dr. Mary Beringer. Dr. Beringer was young but had an absolutely brilliant mind. She was also an incredibly beautiful woman. The blonde Mary wore a short black dress that accentuated all of her wonderful curves. Her long legs seemed to go on forever into a pair of black stilettos. 

Working with Mary was her assistant Jessica. Jessica was still in grad school and was working in the lab part time. Jessica had long blonde hair that framed her slender face. Jessica wore a tight brown sweater, a short tan skirt and a pair of black heels to match her boss.

This was a special day in the lab, Mary and Jessica had just finished creating all of the different formulas that they were going to use in upcoming experiments. Mary and Jessica were about to begin cleaning up when they thought they heard a noise. They looked up to see a gremlin with a beaker in its hand. The beaker contained formula meant to rapidly increase the size of the brain. 

Mary and Jessica watched in stunned silence as the creature gulped down the formula. After finishing its drink, the gremlin stared at the two terrified women, before it could do anything though; the gremlin began to have a violent convulsion. Its head shook and the creature fell to the floor. Mary and Jessica slowly stepped toward the table that the creature had been standing on. The creature stood back up and looked the two women dead in the eye and proceeded to speak.

"Well Doctor, I would have to say that your brain enhancement formula was nothing short of a resounding success" The gremlin said. "Wh, why thank you" Mary stuttered. "Oh, please doctor, there is no need to be nervous, my friends and I are, how should I put this, big fans of yours" The gremlin said, gesturing to the roughly twenty additional gremlins that had entered the lab.

The gremlins surrounded both women, snorting and leering at the two trembling blonde women. The brain gremlin began to speak, "Dr. you and your assistant have been in charge of many experiments in this lab, I feel that it is my turn" with that the creatures lunged on top of Mary and Jessica and put hoods over their heads.

Both women were dragged over to two large metal chairs with straps built into them. The gremlins quickly went to work strapping both women into the chairs. Both struggle as the gremlins strap them. Suddenly, both Mary and Jessica feel the gremlins begin to pull at the waist band of their tan pantyhose. The gremlins stick sound activated vibrators right on both of their clits. 

Once both women are securely strapped in, the gremlins yank their hoods off. They immediately see the brain gremlin standing in front of them. "What do you want from us? What are you going to do to us?" Mary screamed "I told you, it's an experiment" The brain said gleefully. "What kind of experiment" Jessica asked sheepishly. "Oh, I'm sorry I should be more specific, we are going to learn about human biology, you are going to be our lovely models" The creature said giving Jessica and Mary a menacing look.




A Bad Day at Work



After putting down my phone I regret what I had just said to her. She is someone that is based greatly on emotion and I didn't want to bring her down by telling her about the awful day, so far, at work. I honestly just want to go home right now, but my last meeting of the day is too important, even though I know it is going to drag out. 

Sitting at the long boardroom table, my eyes are focused on the person talking, but my mind is somewhere else. To be honest, I was upset at how I knew I had made her feel from that phone call. 

Two hours later, the meeting finally ends and pack some papers into my briefcase and head to the car park. I jump behind the wheel of my car and turn the engine over to begin my trip home. My mind starts thinking immediately of her as the car pulls out of the car park. 

I'm not sure what it is, but when I think of her, my first thoughts are usually of a sweet and innocent girl that would do anything to make me happy and over the last year living together she has done just that every day. The sweet and innocent nature is just half of her however, as she is also the sultry and extremely kinky goddess that somehow connects with my dark subconscious and fulfils those desires. 

Reaching for the remote control, the garage door starts to lift as I press the centre of the green button, pulling into my driveway. Turning the key to stop the engine inside my double garage, I grasp my leather briefcase and close the car door. 

Walking into the main lounge room from the garage, I throw my keys into the intricately carved wooden bowl I brought back from my trip to Columbia a number of years ago, as was my usual custom. 

"I'm home, my girl," I say in a positive tone placing my bag next to the side table before walking into the kitchen, looking for her. It was an extremely hot day and all of the fans were in motion as I continue through the house. 

Something catches my eye flapping about on the dining table as I walk towards it. A large note being held down by a vase was moving about as I push down the bottom to stop it moving from the breeze of the fan. 

I'm sorry you had such a bad day Daddy... I have got you something to try and cheer you up... it's in the bedroom... 

She signed it down the bottom with a really big love heart as I smile at how much she did to make me happy. It helped also that she always called me "Daddy". Everyone has a weak spot and that is mine. 

I start to wonder what she had got for me as I walk down the long hallway and into the study. I suppose she had a couple of hours to go to the shops and buy me something because she knew as well as I had that my meetings always go longer than I say they will. 

Where is she by the way, I think to myself? Walking into the bedroom I find the answer to my question. Lying on the bed completely naked with just a ribbon tied around her waist into a bow that sat in her belly, it became clear that she was my present. 

The fan in the bedroom was also on as she lays there motionless as I can see she has fallen asleep. I walk over to her and caress her hair as she starts to stir. 

"Oh Daddy, I'm sorry, I must have fallen asleep," she murmurs, her eyes blinking a couple of times. 

"That's alright Babygirl," I reply sitting on the edge of the bed next to her, "My meeting went later than expected." 

"Well you're home now and that's all that matters. Do you want your present to cheer you up?" she asks mischievously with a smile. 

"It's alright my girl, you're still tired," I say while caressing her soft cheek. 

"Please Daddy, I want you to be happy after your bad day. You can have me any way you want. I am yours to use for your happiness," she says sincerely. She always made me feel better after a bad day, even with just her words. 

I stand up and stretch my arms upwards still stiff from sitting down most of the afternoon. Contemplating taking her out for dinner, she could see me thinking as she rolls onto her side and then makes her way to her feet standing in front of me. 

With outstretched arms she wraps them around me giving me a hug. "I love you Daddy," she says before releasing me and kissing me on the lips. 

I look lovingly into her eyes and say, "I love you too my girl." 

She then bends her knees and lowers her body crouching in front of me. Without an answer, she takes things into her own hands to make a decision as she unzips my trousers. 

Quickly finding my cock through the hole, she feels into my boxer shorts underneath and pulls it out. Placing it into her mouth, she starts to suck it as my manhood expands in her mouth quite quickly. 

"You're amazing Babygirl," I declare with my head rolling back enjoying the sensation of her tongue as she sucks my dick like there was no tomorrow. Moving my head back again, I look down at her hair that has been let out completely, not tied up as was her usual style. 

She looks up at me making eye contact with my dick still in her mouth, not stopping the job she had started moments ago. Maintaining eye contact, she slowly lets it slide out of her mouth, with a strand of saliva attaching itself from the head to her tongue. 

She smiles as it breaks asking, "What do you want now Daddy?" as she was still on her knees in front of me. I do not answer again contemplating, but this time different things. 

Without a reply, she decides to offer some suggestions. "Shall I keep going here Daddy?" she asks leaning in and licking the length of my cock with her tongue. "Do you want to cum in my mouth?" she then inquires, looking up smiling. 

"Or do you want to bend me over and fuck me?" she asks. "You could even use my tight ass if you desire Daddy. Whatever I can do to make you happy." Now she's put more options to consider in my head. 

While I think about it, she moves her mouth back onto my cock and takes it all in up to my balls. Holding there, I can feel my cock on the back of her throat as she kneels there and doesn't move. I was amazed at the ability of this feat as she doesn't gag at all. 

She slowly moves backward again letting my cock slide out as a thick line of saliva follows and runs down her mouth and onto her chin. Some starts to fall onto her amazingly pert breasts, but she catches the rest on her index finger and sucks it back into her mouth. 

Moving forward once more she engulfs my dick again, but this time she starts to slide back and forth quickly, her mouth working overtime to satisfy me. Raising her left hand, she takes hold of my shaft and slides her hand in unison with her mouth. The sensation of her fingers following her mouth feels amazing. 

The sound of my groaning only spurs her on as she increases the speed and starts to suck my cock with passion. With her hand now descending under my dick to feel my balls, her mouth again takes over completely in stimulating my cock. 

She was working feverishly now for some time without taking a break and again I marvel at her ability, but I have become used to her feats after a year living together. 

With my hand now on the back of her head, she begins deep throating me, intent on making me happy. Assisting her thrusts into me with my hand guiding her head, the saliva starts to slide out the side of her mouth and onto her body as I look down at her. 

"Fuck babygirl, you are amazing with my cock in your mouth," I say with conviction. She doesn't stop to reply, but continues to take my dick into her mouth and throat, thinking only of me. 

Right on the edge I have to hold her back, stopping her head with my hand, guiding her mouth off me. "You were about to make me cum my girl," I explain as she draws in a breath, kneeling before me. "I've decided that I want more." 

Looking up at me with her puppy dog eyes she smiles. "Anything, Daddy," is all she says as she remains kneeling. Reaching down I offer my hand as she accepts it and pulls herself up from her position. 

I take her into an embrace and kiss her passionately with her tongue responding to mine as I want to feel every part of her mouth. My hands then move from her face down to her waist as I explore her body with my touch as I kiss her. 

My hand rounds her tight ass cheek as my tongue now wants the outside of her lips and face in addition to the inside of her mouth. We intensely kiss each other, my hands still covering all over her naked body as we do. 

Finally as I release her, she takes in a breath as she looks straight into my eyes and into my soul. In a seductive voice she whispers, "How do you want me Daddy?" She places both arms over my shoulders and kisses me softly, her lip sliding slowly away from mine not wanting to let go. 

"I need to have you my girl," I reply, "From behind." Without a word she turns around spinning on the spot and bending down slowly, her hands and arms leading the way, to rest on the bed now facing away from me. 

Still in that position, she turns her head to see me take off my shirt and pants, followed by my boxer shorts. As I move to her, she spreads her legs further and I can now see all of her shaved pussy, ready for me. 

Running two fingers from the bottom of her pussy lips to the very top, I can feel how wet she is, just from sucking my cock. Pleasuring me always turned her on and she never failed to tell me. 

"Looks like you're ready my girl," I say, half questioning, and half stating. 

"Yes Daddy, sucking your cock made me so wet," she responds. Taking hold of my cock, I move the head to her pussy and did exactly what I had done moments earlier with my finger, but this time with my cock head. 

I can sense her anticipation in the way she moves her body slightly towards me wanting to take it all in, but knowing she would have to wait for me to make the move when I am ready. 

She didn't have to wait long today as I move my cock back to her pussy after perusing the wetness for a second from my teasing, as I start to enter her from behind. 

When I reach the end of my shaft after penetrating her as far as possible, I wait for a moment and enjoy the feeling and also the view I had from where I was standing. My hands clutch onto her ass as I pull back and thrust into her once more and I hear her moan. 

"Take me Daddy," she pleads as I stabilise my legs and start to thrust inside her. I always feel that she is completely mine when I consume her body and this time is no exception. 

My hands start to slide forward to the small of her back, feeling her skin as I push my cock faster into her, feeling her tight pussy wrap around me. 

As the pace quickens, so does her panting and I feel the wetness build more inside her as our bodies collide with each thrust from me standing behind her. She begins to grasp hold of the bed cover, scrunching it in her hands as she starts to moan louder, turning me on even more. 

Her body somewhat arched now, with her backside in the air and face now against the bed, hands out in front of her. I reach under her body and take hold of her breasts as I thrust my cock deeper into her accommodating pussy. 

"Oh Daddy," she exclaims as my pace builds more hearing the wetness each time my dick enters her. 

My fingers run over her erect nipples as I lean forward and whisper, "You are such a good girl." Her moaning now even louder than before and more constant, I could sense she was on the edge. 

Still leaning forward over her body, with my cock pushing inside I again whisper to her saying, "Cum for me my girl." 

Standing back up, I grasp hold of her hips and push faster impaling my cock inside her pussy. She lets go and starts to orgasm, just as I had asked. Her body shakes a little as it normally does when I make her cum. 

After a few moments, I stop moving inside her and just hold her hips, my cock still buried deep feeling the wetness inside. "Thank you Daddy," she says to me, her breathing just recovering. 

The bed covers were pulled a little closer, still in her hands as I reach under and feel her pussy. Even with my hard cock still inside, I could feel some of her juices that had escaped and were now on her thigh.

"Are you ready to cum Daddy?" she asks still wanting to please me. 

"Soon, yes Baby," I reply as I start withdrawing my cock almost all the way, keeping just the head inside her. I can see it glistening from her climax that had just gushed all over it moments earlier. 

I consider how I wanted to have her now, holding my wet cock in my hand when she says seductively, "Fuck me Daddy," as she wriggles her backside at me, her body still arched. 

I realise how much I need her, right now as I plunge my cock back into her wetness as she gasps. "Thank you Daddy," she says, "Fuck me. Fuck me hard." I did not need any encouragement, but I so loved her talking dirty while we fucked, it was such a huge turn on for me and she knew it. 

Holding her hips tighter than before I thrust deeply into her as she moans with pleasure. The fan whirs overhead as the heat in the room is evident while our two bodies again collide with force. 

The bed cover was being pulled tighter than last time as I fuck her hard, just how she wanted. The fact of the matter was, right then it's all I wanted as well, looking down at my girl in front of me, legs spread taking my cock from behind. 

Feeling her pussy absolutely soaked now, pushes me to the edge. "You are so wet baby," I say building up my speed as I also pull her body towards me with each thrust now. 

"I'm so fucking wet for you Daddy. You did this to me," she pauses to take a breath, "and I want you to use me anyway you want." 

Her head raises slightly off the bed as I feel her pussy start to contract again. "Fuck me Daddy," she screams in between her moans. 

Her hair in a messed up state now, sweat now drawn to both our bodies, we continue to collide with each other. My hands clutch her skin tighter as I slam my body into hers.

"I'm close Daddy. Do you want me to cum?" she asks wanting nothing more than for me to say yes so she could explode once more. 

"Good girl," I reply, acknowledging her asking permission. "Yes baby, cum for me. We can cum together," I say now breathing heavy myself. "Cum for Daddy," I say as I yank her body back against me with my hands glued to her hips as it meets my thrusts. 

Her screaming was now just drowning out the wet sound that each thrust made when entering her pussy. The bed cover starts to peel back as she pulls it hard, her body shaking with her second orgasm rolling across her. 

I lose control and start to cum, propelling hot streams of cum into her already sopping wet pussy and I let out a grunting sound, still pumping my cock into her. 

"Fuck Daddy," she yells as I continue to thrust into her, filling her pussy with my cum as her body shakes. I then decide I want to see some of it and I stop thrusting and pull my cock out with my hand and shoot the last remaining streams onto her ass. 

"Fuck Daddy," she repeats, apparently all that she can say in the moment. The white jizz covers one side of her ass cheek and runs down to her ass crack and down to her asshole. 

Her head then falls back to the bed as her body arches slightly more and I now have full view of her pussy, my cum now starting to drip out, overflowing from the amount spent. 

"Is Daddy finished now?" she asks politely, not moving from that position. 

"Yes my girl. Thank you," I reply. She stands up and turns, leaning in and kissing me softly as she walks purposely past me saying, "I'm having a shower and getting cleaned up Daddy." 

"Alright Baby," I say, sitting on the edge of the bed recovering in a start of pleasure. After cleaning myself and getting changed, I walk into the bathroom where she is still washing herself and enjoying the cool water on a hot afternoon. 

"I was thinking of taking you out to dinner my girl. What do you think?" I ask. 

"That sounds lovely Daddy," she responds, "What shall I wear?" 

Smiling, I take hold of the shower door and open it leaning in. She reciprocates leaning towards me as we kiss. "I'm sure you find something nice to wear my girl." 



A Bad Day at Work



Whoosh - Thwapp. Supple leather whisks through the air and meets pale skin. Whoosh-Thwapp -- the sting is felt again. Brian is feeling extraordinarily lucky. 

Another Whoosh-Thwapp and for the ninth time this evening cowhide connects with a well- rounded ass. For the ninth time a human 'uumph' is shouted into the sheets muffling the cry. One more swat of the leather is expected and then he can go on to other punishments. One more is needed. Desired.

The air is quiet. Brian tries to see what is going on behind him. His wrists are bound to the bed posts. There is about 50 centimeters of rope leading from each wrist to the posts. This allows his body to be pulled down toward the bottom of the bed. His face and chest are lying down on aqua colored sheets. Saliva has stained the satin sheets where he bit into them -- an expected reaction to the punishment. His hips are at the edge of the bed and his legs dangle down to the floor. Just a few minutes ago his feet had been firmly planted on the ground raising his ass as an offering. But now after nine licks of the cruel leather tongue his knees have given out. They dangle at the edge, limp and drained. The edge of the bed now supports his hips, still giving his torturer a ready target. 

He raises his head and looks forward. He had installed a small mirror about 8 inches wide and 4 feet long to the headboard. It was about 40 centimeters above the mattress and was angled slightly downward. It was like an over-sized rear view mirror. He could catch glimpses of what was going on at the foot of the bed. It wasn't much more than a tease. He could catch parts of movements -- parts of bodies -- but never the entire picture. And of course he could see just the tantalizing outline of his prone body trapped on the bed

Reflected back in the glass was his tussled hair and the bluish white of his dress shirt, crumpled and yanked up above his waist revealing the base of his spine and beyond that was the pale horizon of his back and hips before they fell away at the foot of the bed. He raised his hips just a bit and he saw the hint of red blemishes. Blood had rushed to the skin in an effort to rejuvenate and repair the work done by the leather strap. He couldn't see much -- but his mind flashed with images of what his full ass must look like. The sting of the leather had now changed to a slow burning. His ass was on fire and he pictured the fiery red crisscross marks set against the pale hairless terrain that was his ass. 

He felt like a lucky boy.

His cock twitched then surged at the thought of the scarlet design on his ass. Previously useless and limp his cock now sprung to life and he gained the strength to adjust his hips so his cock could expand more freely. It stiffened and sprung down between his spread legs and twitched its head against the side of the mattress. He purposely tightened his abdomen and forced more blood to his member. He felt it bounce against the mattress. He welcomed the control he had over his cock and the feel of the rough fabric brushing against his sensitive cock head.

Now in the reflection he saw fragments of her torso come into view. She was still wearing the dark blue business suit she had worn to work. She hadn't bothered with changing. And she didn't give Brian a chance either. When she arrived home -- late -- but only 10 minutes after he had arrived -- he recognized the look in her eyes. That morning her eyes were soft and full of joy. Her kiss goodbye lingered and was gentle. Now her look was angry and hot. In 12 hours she had turned into Ms. Hyde.

10 minutes ago when she arrived home she strode up to him and grabbed his hair with one hand and bent his wrist back behind his back with the other. She planted a deep hard kiss on his mouth and forced his lips open with her tongue. She was a few inches shorter than Brian but with heels she looked down into his eyes. Neither of them closed their eyes during the kiss. His were wide with surprise. Hers' where searching for signs of submission. She broke the kiss and he bowed his head.

"Bad day at work?" Brian attempted a joke while averting his glaze.

"You could say that honey," she whispered in reply while his head leaned in against her breastplate. He felt the smooth fabric of her lavender dress shirt. He smelled the mixed scents of perfume and sweat. "Men are assholes Brian," she continued. "But you already know that. Well I think you know what I'm in the mood for."

With that she turned Brian around. She regained a grip on his hair and pulled back so his head faced the ceiling. She roughly yanked his arm behind his back and then began to move him toward the bedroom. She moved Brian to the foot of the bed facing the head board. Without warning she thrust her knee between his legs for a blow to his balls. He doubled over, falling hard on the bed. She was pissed.

She took advantage of his surprise to secure his wrists to the handcuffs attached to the head board -- something she made sure was at the ready every morning before she left for work. With Brian secured she could take her time -- but she didn't. She reached around his waist to find his belt buckle and roughly and quickly jerked them down to his knees. She worked her two thumbs under each side of his briefs and in one swift move pulled them down to his buckled knees. Then Brian felt her bare hand come swiftly down on his pale ass. Thwaak! The slap echoed in the room. Brian knew this was a command and he gained his footing and raised his ass high in the air. A hand -- now caressing -- patted the welted ass in approval just as a high heeled shoe slipped between his legs. They tapped each of Brian's loafers -- indicating that he needed to spread. He complied. 

Now Brian was in position. He felt bad that her work environment was toxic. That chauvinism and egos drove her to feel such anger. But he also felt -- he knew -- he was a lucky boy. Whoosh-Thwapp. He felt the first of the leather love slaps.

Now he was waiting -- still waiting -- for the 10th whoosh and the 10th thwaap from the worn in leather paddle.

He saw a fragment of her presence move into the rearview mirror and then almost immediately felt painfully cold pressure being applied to his burning ass. She had applied some type of cold pack. The frozen ice shot through both cheeks. He felt her moving it down to his puckered asshole, and then lower to cover the delicious space between his shaven balls and rectum, and then back up again. His balls and cock immediately contracted. The fire on his ass turned to a thousand icy pin needles penetrating the skin. She continued to massage the pack up and down his backside. Slowly the pain subsided. Numbness followed. His cock shriveled and he imagined what it must look like to her -- dark pink skin, shriveled and useless. He took in a deep breath and began to calm his racing heart.

Then it came -- the 10th whoosh; the 10th contact of leather. And it felt like his ass had been shattered into a million pieces. The cold skin had taken on the fragility of ice and the rough leather swat had the same effect of dropping an icicle from a rooftop. The pain shot though his entire body and he dug his entire head into the satin sheets. He screamed out in a muffled cry. His backside went into spasms as his feet gained purchase and then lost it. His ass heaved up and down and sideways as if he could somehow hurl the pain off of him like a bucking bronco. 

Seconds passed. It was close to minute before his bucking stopped and he let the bed catch his weight. He turned his head to the side, drool dribbling from his mouth, and gasped for some air to fill his lungs.

After 3 deep breaths he felt his neck being pushed down into the mattress. He could still breathe and with one eye he could see her arm and head looming over his head in the shadows. Her hand was at the base of his skull and wrapped around the back of his neck. Her thumb sat on his carotid artery threatening unconsciousness. 

She leaned in. He could smell the perfume. He could smell the wine. He could smell her anger.

"You are a most unfortunate fuck today," she hissed into his ear. "Ready or not, here it comes." With that, she plunged a finger into his ass. He winced under the pressure of her choke hold. Her thumb put pressure on his carotid. He felt a little light headed. She worked her finger as deep into his ass as it would go. Her fist was now putting pressure on his asshole and his scrotum. She held him there for a minute, perhaps two. She undulated between heavy and moderate pressure. And just as Brian began to get used to the waves of pressure she withdrew.

For a few moments he just caught his breath. His heartbeat slowed. He looked around and saw nothing but he heard some rustling in the closet.

Now she came up to him on the side of the bed. She was all business. Her blouse and suit coat were still on -- hiding her C-cup breasts and athletic frame. The string of pearls still hung tantalizing around her neck and slightly exposed bosom. But her skirt was gone -- and likely her panties -- though Brian's view was obstructed. Where her panties should be there now hung a big black dildo attached to furry fabric straps that ran around her waist, legs and through her crotch.

She grabbed a handful of his hair with one hand and the closest arm with the other. She pulled hard to move his head and upper body to her side of the bed. His opposite shoulder felt shearing pain as his arm pulled against the rope. She raised his head to rest on the closest arm. Then released his hair and slapped him hard on the cheek.

"Fuck," Brian exhaled.

"Hey shut the fuck up," she yelled back at him. "You talk when I ask you a question." Brian said nothing but looked up at her with apprehension.

"Do you know what this is for?" she asked as she swatted the big black dildo on his exposed cheek.

"To Fuck," he said hoarsely. 

"No, you idiot," she replied. "It's to humiliate. You know humiliation don't you?" she taunted.

"Yes." The response drooled from his mouth.

"Of course you do. You practice it every day. Those not so stolen glances at Jenelle's breasts. Oogling that bio-chemists ass," she rattled off his sins. "And shutting down their ideas, stealing their contributions as your own, sucking the life out of them."

Brian didn't know what she was talking about. He didn't know Jenelle -- though he certainly wasn't an innocent when it came to a wandering eye. But he quickly realized he was paying for someone elses' sins.

"And that shit is going to stop," she spit out the words. Then she spit in her other hand and rubbed it into the thick black appendage. "Suck it asshole," and she raised Brian's head by the hair, positioned the dark spear in front of his more than wanting mouth and thrust forward.

Brian opened his jaw but still felt his gag reflex kick in. She withdrew for a moment and he adjusted his mouth even wider. She forced it in between his thin lips again and again withdrew. Each time Brian gagged a little and adjusted his jaw and mouth. Eventually the gag reflex stopped.

Brian now closed his lips around the shaft. His mouth filled with saliva. She pulled out, slower now. He took a breath and opened his eyes. She pushed forward in a smooth stroke lubricated by Brian's own spit. Again she withdrew and his lips suctioned around the vacating cock. He swallowed hard to remove the growing amount of saliva and imagined it was a mouthful of man cum. He opened his eyes wide and tried to catch her own gaze but her hair had now fallen over her face. Again she pressed forward in a smooth stroke and his lips formed a perfect 'O' to accept the blackness. In and out she offered and then retracted the appendage. He would use his tongue to push the black cock to the roof of his mouth and it tickled his soft palette. He moaned slightly as she withdrew the instrument. And this continued for several strokes. More groans. He saw her hand disappear behind the thick black dick and then felt vibrations. Now she was moaning. With wide eyes he observed her as she swayed back and forth. Her breathing became slow and heavy. Her moans increased. Meanwhile the vibrating cock in Brian's mouth added to an increase in saliva. Drool flowed out the sides of his mouth. The lubricant made it easier for Brian as she picked up the speed and depth of her plunges. The cock tickled the back of his throat. He relaxed as she pushed all 9 inches down his throat and held it there. Both of her hands grasped the back of his head and held it in place. Moments passed. She stiffened. The black cock jerked in his mouth as she uncontrollably pushed forward. He somehow managed a gasp of air. Then there was a third a fourth then a fifth thrust before she relaxed and pulled the cock out a couple of inches.

"Bitch," she said. "I think you enjoyed that too much." Brian knew she was right. His cock had swelled up again and felt as if it would burst. But she didn't need to see his engorged dick to know. His eyes betrayed his excitement. Thwapp! Her hand forcefully found his cheek again and she pulled out of him and stepped backward.

She stood there for a few moments breathing heavy. He swallowed hard but still more saliva spilt onto the sheets. He felt like his head was in a pool of water. He arranged his head and arms to remove some of the strain and then sought out her eyes. She glared back at him. But then her features softened ever so slightly. A wicked smile broke on her lips. She looked him over, from his shackled wrists down to his exposed ass. Then she looked him in the eye again. Brian saw more mischief than anger. He smiled back and nodded a "yes" in her direction.

"Fuck you, you ass loving whore" she said with a wink. She removed her blue suit coat and then began to unbutton her blouse. Her tits where held back by a beige and lacy bra. She cupped them in both hands and massaged the firm orbs through the lace. In a moment the front latch of the bra was undone and the garment was on the floor next to the blouse. She pinched one of her nipples and cupped it as if to offer it to Brian. Then she reached down to the nightstand. Now she was bent over and her profile was clearly visible to Brian. Her breasts reached downward -- nipples hard and erect. Her abdomen shimmered from the sweat of her previous exertion. He could just make out the top part of the cock that was attached to her hips and the straps that were tightly wrapped around her hips and buttocks. 

She stood up and approached Brian.

"Well perv, you just love to stare at women don't you? Strangers, co-workers, friends -- it doesn't matter does it?" Brian was now soaking in the beautiful body before him. He didn't notice the items in her left hand.

"You fantasize about them. You want to feel them. Squeeze them. You want to own them like property, don't you?" Her voice became a bit more urgent. "Well fuck that shit," and with that she slid a black band over Brian's eyes. He was plunged in darkness. It blocked out all the light -- all the color -- it blocked out her dark brown nipples, and tan breasts and the way the light danced off her glistening skin.

Then he felt his head being raised and something was inserted into his mouth. A strap tightened around his scalp. His tongue explored the intruder in his mouth. A small thick dildo now occupied his oral cavity. It was held in place securely by the belt around his head. It was small enough to allow him to breathe, but large enough to keep his lips from moving too much.

Now the room fell silent. And it was dark. And Brian tried to slow his own breathing and heart rate and he tried to listen for any clues about what was going to happen next.

He heard something like a 'slurp' and then felt a cold slippery sensation on his asshole. Then a finger inserted itself into the hole. It worked itself around in slow circles. It withdrew a bit then entered more forcefully. It traced the inside of his rectum like an alien probe seeking some discovery. It made larger circles, attempting to stretch the protective sphincter. It withdrew only to be joined by a second finger also probing and circling and discovering his tight asshole. Back and forth the two fingers moved as they stretched and made Brian ready. Brian felt a body move between his legs forcing them forward. The figure knelt and warm moist air blew on his butt cheeks. Then two lips and a tongue forming soft, wet and warm circles landed on the fleshy part of his ass. He relaxed and gave into the sensation as fingers and tongue made circles on his body and in his body. Then another hand brushed across his 8 inch shaft and caressed its way up and down. One finger made circles around the head, matching the speed and motion of tongue and fingers. Tension mounted in Brian but he held any thought of climax at bay. In his darkness he only felt the circles. His own tongue began to circle the cock obstruction in his mouth. It matched her movement. He began slow moans with each circle and felt waves rocking him back and forth.

It wasn't meant to last. Fingers suddenly plunged deep into his intestine and a third finger joined the other two. The tongue was replaced with teeth that bit down hard on his ass flesh and re-ignited the burning from the paddle. A hand grasped and crushed his ball sack. White lights suddenly flooded his eyes. His own teeth clenched down on the rubber penis in his mouth. A cry started deep down in his belly and rolled through his chest until squelched by the rubber dildo.

And then she backed away and the sharp pain gave way to dull reminders. His ass hurt so bad. He wondered if her bite had drawn blood. His nuts ached and caused his whole body to throb. His jaw relaxed and he swallowed. He tasted blood and realized he must have bit himself.

Now he felt her hands under his hips. She was trying to lift his ass up off the bed. He was too weak to help or fight. She continued to wrestle with his hips seeking to get a specific type of hold and then suddenly he felt his body lifted off the mattress and turned before falling back down. His arms were now crossed above his head and his shoulders felt a dull pain as they were stretched in opposite directions. His back was arched as it lay on the mattress and his legs were like dead weights swinging over the foot of the bed. His cock lay half swollen to one side, dripping a bit with precum. 

His dress shirt was now crumpled and twisted around his midsection. His loosened necktie was trapped under his shoulder and almost strangled him. He felt her pull the necktie out from under him, but only to have her tighten the knot to his Adam's apple. Then in three motions, she tore at his buttoned shirt. He heard fabric ripping and one or two small buttons rattle on the floor. His chest was now exposed up to his collar. He gasped as two hands rudely pinched his nipples and turned them brutally between fingers.

He regained some composure and shifted his position in slight motions to relieve some of the stress. He lifted his feet so they sat on the bed allowing his back to press down on the bed -- but resulting in exposing his stretched asshole. 

The hands stopped torturing his nipples and he exhaled sharply. Then out of nowhere one hand swiftly made hard contact with his cheek and jerked his head to the side. The other squeezed his balls once again with intense pressure. He raised his knees to his chest as a reflex to the crushing pain in his groin exposing his puckered hole.

An arm slipped under one of his knees, pinning it to his chest. Then he felt the other hand guiding the big black cock to his asshole. The stretching helped. The big cockhead found it's target and was already an inch inside Brian before he felt the real pressure and plunge. The cock was now three inches deep before it withdrew a bit. Then another plunge and another invading inch. Then another. And in one more stoke the 9 inch dong found its way entirely into Brian's stomach.




A Bad Day at Work



She stayed there for a moment. Slight movements back and forth helped Brian adjust to the object. Then she flipped a switch and pulsating vibrations emanated from the dark rubber phallus through his entire lower body. She continued the soft smooth movements and with one hand reached behind his head and removed the mouth dildo. Drool, spit and some blood trickled down Brian's chin.

"I have a question for you Brian. What do you see?" she asked.

Brian didn't understand. He said nothing, afraid to speak.

She began to move slowly in and out just an inch or two at a time.

"What do you see in your mind's eye?" she whispered in clarification. "Do you see my tits in front of your face? Too bad you have the blind fold on."

"Yes, yes," Brian answered seeming to understand what she was after "I see your beautiful body on top of me as we fuck."

"Shut up," she retorted and slapped him on his cheek. "You don't use that language and you don't fucking lie to me."

Brian was very confused but his cock was reacting positively to the abuse.

"What do you see when I'm shoving this big black cock up your ass," she asked again. And now she changed her strokes. She slowly pulled out but then forcefully plunged deep inside. They were controlled but angry strokes; intentionally violent strokes. They brought some pain but also deep, deep pleasure to Brian.

Brian began to see colored lights. All sorts of images flashed before his eyes. "I don't know what you mean," he finally sobbed.

She pulled hard on one of his nipples.

"What the fuck do you see now -- right now?"

'Ungh," Brian let out a whimper as she plunged deep, retreated and plunged again and again.

"I -- see -- a -- big -- black --dude," he finally yelled out.

"You miserable little fuck," she snarled. She must have changed some setting because now the vibrations were constant. And then she picked up the pace. Each time she pressed into him she grunted. She was exerting herself mercilessly to punish his ass. The vibrations sent waves of pleasure through Brian. He found himself imploring her to go deep, deep, deeper inside his gut.

She pulled out completely but then pressed forward again an instant later. The sudden emptiness and then filling of his bowels sent his head in a swoon. Again she pulled out completely and Brian imagined the black gaping hole that she was staring at before she plunged in deep again. Three more time she left then entered and each time he threw his head back in painful delight. He flashed images of her with the strap on -- angry and resentful -- then images of some dark mahogany man forcing himself inside his pale ass. Confused pictures of sexual submission bombarded his mind and then . . . 

She withdrew and didn't stick the thick faux manhood back in his sheath. He felt her get off of him and his legs dropped back on the floor. His cock pointed upward, throbbing a few moments and then slowly descended toward the sheets.

"What the fuck," he muttered and then felt a slap on his cheek.

It wasn't long though before he felt the mattress yield to his right as she crawled up on the bed. He could feel her feet on each side of his chest and then she knelt down. Her knees shoved in painfully under his upstretched shoulder blades and she sat for a moment with her pussy on his chest. He could feel the warmth of her womanhood. Its dampness smeared musky scent on his sternum. She wriggled herself into position.

"You don't deserve satisfaction tonight. No black cock is going to bring you to climax tonight asshole," she whispered sweetly. "I'm still pissed off and you're still just an animal. Worse. Tonight you're just an object." She pinched his earlobes painfully with her finger nails. "You have one last humiliation then you can get me some wine."

She raised her hips off of his chest, moved forward a few inches pressing his arms into the side of his head with her knees. Then she dropped her snatch on his mouth. "Lick and suck like your life depended on it," she hissed. "Maybe I'll let you breathe."

At first surprised, Brian tentatively raised his tongue to meet her pussy lips. She ground her hips down on his face then let up. His tongue continued to explore. It found her clit and began to circle it in quick strokes. She fell forward against the head board and moaned in approval.

He managed a breath and then continued lapping at her lips and clit. Her juices suddenly began to flow down his cheeks and face. His tongue reached deep inside her pelvis and she rocked down hard to feel it as deep as possible. She let up to give him a breath and then crushed his face again. Each time her fragrant drink ran down his face and into his nostrils. Her smell was all around him. It engulfed him entirely. His cock sprang to life and his tongue now focused back on her clit. He circled it. He bit at it. Then he began to suck on it. Her tiny female cock slipped in and out of his lips. He pulled and coaxed it. Her movements became more frantic. He could sense her leaning against the headboard. It began to rock against the wall. She forced herself into and out of his mouth.

Then he started to feel her tremble; first in her thighs. Like small electric shocks they seemed to shake every muscle. Her knees and thighs clenched and put his arms and head into a vice grip. Her calves began to shudder. Then he could feel her abdomen that was pressed against his foreheard shiver and heave. He felt like he was going to pass out for lack of air but she continued. Her pelvis pressed forward and a loud animal groan echoed in the room. And then suddenly she collapsed and was lying in what he imagined was some odd contortion next to him on the bed. He gasped for breath. For a long time only the sound of breathing could be heard. 

Then he felt her movement on the bed. He heard her giggle and then laugh. "Oh, we are fucked up," she muttered. He smiled at the realization. There was more movement on the bed. He heard the sound of metal on metal as a key released one of the handcuffs. "Thanks for being the object of my aggression," she said; but her gratitude didn't seem too sincere as she reached over and released the other arm. He felt her move away.

"I'm going to shower," she stated. He sat up and removed his blindfold. She was already to the bathroom but he did catch a glimpse of her naked ass before it disappeared behind the closed door. Then she peaked out as she cracked the door open briefly. "There's a good Pinot Grigio in the fridge. Don't forget to fetch me a glass!" She smiled and shut the door.

Brian sat on the edge of the bed and caught his breath. He looked down at his half erect cock. "Fuck," he said out loud.

"I heard that," she shouted from behind the bathroom door. Then he heard the shower start. He stood up and walked to the kitchen.

Overall, he felt he was a very lucky boy.



A Bad Day at Work



You're having a long day at work and you text me, bored. "Hey, today sucks" you message me, but you feel lonely when you get no response. As you clean out an empty patient's room, you sense motion from the corner of your eye. 

Before you can turn around you suddenly feel hands clamping on your mouth and eyes. You're dragged backwards off balance into the bathroom and you hear me whisper in your ear "Not a noise." You nod acceptance and the hand leaves your mouth to squeeze a breast. You moan softly and I lightly slap your cheek, still covering your eyes with my other hand. You quiet down and my hand slides back down to grope your tits again. I pull you off balance again so you're leaning against me and slide my hand down to your pants. I quickly undo your pants and slide my hand up and down your panties, kissing your neck at the same time. 

I hold you suspended against me as I slide your thong out of the way and begin teasing your clit. A whimper comes out of your mouth and I pull my hand out and slap you again, a little harder this time. You quiet down and I pull you around to kiss you on the lips, hand still covering your eyes. I reach under your shirt and pull your hot pink bra down, pinching your beautiful nipples in turn. You arch against me but remain silent, and I reward you by leaning down and sucking a nipple into my mouth. I kiss and bite and suck it, feeling your body twitch but you obediently remain silent. I pull your pants off, delighted to see a cute purple thong on you today. I smack your ass, enjoying the echo it makes in the bathroom. You bite back a yelp and I can see you fighting it down. 

I pull your shirt and bra up so that your hands are pinned and your eyes are covered and remove my hand, squeezing and pinching both nipples at the same time. You try to bring your hands down to my head and I grab them and push them back above your head. A soft slap tells you to keep them there, then I go back to pinching and tugging on your nipples. I slowly kiss from neck to tits to nipples to stomach to waist to your clit, hands moving from nipples to ass as I squeeze and massage your ass. I kiss and suck and bite your clit before sliding a finger in your pussy. You gasp in appreciation and I stop fingering you. I grab your hair and pull your head back a bit until your mouth opens and I slide my pussy coated finger in your mouth. You obediently suck at my finger and when it's wet enough I resume kissing your clit, and I pull your thong down to tease my wet finger in your ass. Your hips instantly arch towards my face and I bite your clit as my finger slides in your ass to the first knuckle. Your mouth opens in a wordless scream, but you obediently choke back any noise you might have made. 

I start sliding my finger in and out of your tight ass, still sucking and licking at your clit and pussy. I start tongue fucking you as I slip my finger in to the second knuckle, ears alert for any sound. Your continued obedience pleases me and I stand up to kiss you, letting you taste your juices on my lips as I finger your pussy with one hand and your ass with the other. Despite your best efforts a whimper escapes your lips as I go deeper with both fingers and I bite your neck until you quiet down. You feel me step away for a minute and you obediently stand there, hands above your head, bra covering your face, tits out for me to see, pants and pink thong around your ankles. 

You hear a click and a noise that sounds like an insect. You feel my breath on your lower back and then you feel something vibrating and slowly being pushed into your ass. Your breath quickens but you clamp down on a moan as I slide the vibrator fully into your ass, stretching you wide. You feel an orgasm start to build as I reach down to pinch your clit again, and you sag against me as pleasure rips through your body. I push you back against the wall as your body shakes and twitches. I leave the vibrator in your ass as I take my cock out and slowly trace it between your legs. You bite back a whimper of need and thrust your hips at me, needing me in you. Instead you feel my hands take you and guide you to your knees, then pull your head down to my cock. 

You start to bring your hands down to help and I quickly push them back, keeping your eyes covered. You suck on my cock, just the head at first, then taking the shaft in your mouth as I pull your head down. You obediently follow my hands as they guide your mouth up and down my shaft. The taste of precum fills your mouth as you move faster up and down my shaft, and my hands tighten in your hair. Just when you think I'm about to cum I pull out of your mouth. You obediently open your mouth and wait for cum to rain down on your face, but it doesn't land. 

Suddenly my hands pull you to your feet and bend you over. You gasp in pleasure as you feel my cock fill your pussy the way the vibrator continues to fill your ass, and you get a hard slap on your ass for the gasp. Your red ass turns me on, and I start thrusting deep into you. You stumble from the first thrust and I pull out and step around, pulling your arms out of your bra and tying it around your face. I guide your hands to the sink then step behind you again, smoothly filling your needy pussy. 

You brace yourself as I thrust deeply into you, body shaking as I slam my hips against yours. The impact sets your clit aflame and you reach down to rub it. I smack your hand away then flick your clit hard, making you whimper. I spank your ass hard again, then when you've quieted down I reach down to rub your clit, thrusting the whole time. Your body starts to shake as pleasure builds again and I reach up and pinch your nipples. I bury my cock in your pussy as you cum again, and I nearly lose it feeling your pussy clench around me. I grip your shoulders hard enough to leave bruises. As you stop shaking I pull out and pull the vibrator out of you. You sag, thinking it's over, then tense in anticipation as you feel me spread your ass cheeks. You gasp as you feel my cock stretch your asshole wide, but this time there's no punishment as I'm too close to cumming to think of anything other than fucking my girl. I slide in and out of your tight ass, gasping every time I bury myself completely in you. Your ass grips my cock hard and I feel you squeeze your ass on me. 

With a choked moan I lose control and cum, shooting hot sticky fluid deep in your ass. I buck and thrust against you, spending myself inside you, and you squeeze your ass and milk every last drop from me. Panting, I lean against you for a second before straightening. I kneel down and kiss from your ass to your ankle, then trace the same path up the other leg as I pull your thong and pants back up. I button you up then step in front of you. I kiss from neck to nipple, then pull your bra down from your face and fix it on you properly. I kiss you as I slowly pull your shirt down, making you look like nothing happened. 

At long last you open your eyes and see me, and we kiss deeply for a moment before you hear knocking at the dear. "Hey, are you done yet? We need room 3-12 cleaned up next!" You blush and respond "Yeah, I'll be there in a second!" We smile at each other, knowing the teasing that would happen if we were ever caught, and a minute or two of kissing later we slip out the bathroom door and go our separate ways. You finally get a text back from me "Spanks, baby!" and you blush hard, feeling my cum drip down your leg as you get back to work.



A Bad Day Ch. 01



It was a bad day, in the middle of an unhappy month, not quite mid way though a year which held no perceptible promise. It had, Andi thought, been like this for a while. She looked out the window at Chicago's springtime skyline, 40 floors above Wacker Drive. People and vehicles below seemed to move with purpose, eager to attend to the business of being alive. For Andi, the business of her business (which was the law) had occupied so much space her life that the business of living had simply ceased to exist in any meaningful way. She had loved the law at first, driven by the intellectual challenge of learning to be a trial lawyer and the interpersonal challenge of finding her way through a male dominated firm and profession without losing what it was that made her Andi. There was no event, really—just a fading away of friends, and interests, and dating, until all that was left was work, a sense of emptiness, and absolutely no clue about how to make things better.

And now, into this already unpleasant soup, a fly had fallen: she had made a case mistake from which there was no obvious path to recovery. Having already hired an expert to support the care her physician client had given to a woman who died, she learned yesterday that her expert's license to practice medicine had been suspended several years before. In cases which often came down to a "battle of the experts", having an expert who managed to get his license suspended was very bad indeed. Trial loomed, deadlines for the disclosure of new experts were long expired, she hadn't told a soul, and she was desperate for a plan.

She leaned against the window and took a deep breath though her nose just like her DVD yoga instructor told her to do. The window was colder than she had expected; it felt good. She turned around and pressed her forehead to the glass, eyes closed. She wondered if anyone was looking and, if so, what they might be thinking. She wore a peach cashmere short-sleeved top, a gray pencil skirt, and her uniform black pumps. She was 5' 5", weighed about 10 pounds more than none-of-your-business, but knew that she was shapely and at least fairly attractive. Her mid-length reddish brown hair hung loosely—she could feel it against the sides of her face. She tried to feel someone's eyes on her, and failed. No one was looking or, if they were, they weren't caring. What the hell was she going to do?

She sighed and pulled away from the window. It would be suicide to confess to her partners—that was out of the question. The trial needed to be continued or, even better, avoided altogether. She thought about Jack McLaren, the lawyer who represented the estate of the dead woman. He was in his late 40's, maybe early 50's. Tall, bald, smart, and clearly confident, he had been nothing but a pleasure to work with during the case. He was, in fact, so sure of himself and accommodating that it was a little unnerving—like they were playing a game but only he knew the rules. She reviewed her list of options in her head and found only one idea on the list. She walked back to her desk and picked up the phone.

In Illinois, it turns out, someone who files a lawsuit can, under some circumstances, dismiss the lawsuit and then refile it anew. This process, called a voluntary dismissal, was typically used by claimants when something went wrong late in the case and they needed a do-over. In Andi's case, of course, nothing had gone wrong for the claimant, and there was no rule that allowed a defendant or Andi to restart the case. Andi's plan, such as it was, was to call McLaren and see if he would be willing to dismiss his perfectly good case.

His office staff put her through and he answered warmly. "Kelly. How can I help?"

If you only knew, she thought.

"I'd like to sit down and talk about Collins when you have a minute" she said, using his client's name to identify the case.

"Do you have your checkbook?" he asked with a smile in his voice.

Repartee she could handle. "I do" she said. "Plenty of checks, but I'm not so sure about funds."

She could sense his appreciation. "What's on the agenda?" he asked.

"Procedural stuff". She waited a breath. "And maybe even a favor".

" Good. Can you do tomorrow around 6?" he asked.

"Yep. Where?"

"I'll meet you at the bar at the Peninsula", he said, picking one of the city's nicer hotels. "Drinking sometimes needs to go together with favors."

The call ended. And her worried rehearsing began. It continued all night when she should have been sleeping, and through the next day when she should have been generating billable hours. 

The time was nigh. She went to the bathroom and checked her reflection. She looked just like she felt--tired and worried and strung out. She found something in her purse to cover at least some of the shadows beneath her eyes, put on a little lip gloss out of habit, and headed to the elevator to grab a cab.

She would have been happy in the bar at the Peninsula had she been there for almost any other reason-- it was warm and rich and comfortable, the drinks were good, and the service was nearly perfect. As she walked in, however, she could feel the anxiety rising like a flood tide. She suspected that her neck was flame red, something that often happened in times of stress, but there was no way to know for sure. So she soldiered on, full of foreboding, sheathed in false confidence about a micron thick.

He was there already, seated in a chair, reading. A drink, probably bourbon, sat before him. There was another seat across from his, and Kelly headed for it, resigned to her task. He stood and extended his hand.

"Kelly. It's good to see you. What can I get you?"

No reason to make this harder than it needed to be. "Just a diet cola, I think."

"How sad", he said, smiling. He raised a hand, and a waitress started to glide in his direction.

Kelly watched him. He seemed relaxed, certain of his place in the universe, sure of what was to come. She envied him that. She unloaded her briefcase and raincoat onto an adjoining chair and sat, crossing her legs.

Small talk ensued. Kelly found it almost unbearable. Not that he was hard to talk to; in fact under almost any other circumstance she would have regarded this a welcome respite from the day. But now, the weight of her plight was just too heavy to allow her to enjoy his company. After a while, he seemed to know.

"Okay" he switched gears. "What's up on Collins?"

She glanced down, smoothed her already perfectly smooth skirt, and took a breath. She had thought about this for hours now. It wasn't that she was against bending the truth a little, it was just that nothing but the truth seemed to have any chance of working.

"I've got a problem in Collins. I can't tell you what it is exactly, but it's big, much bigger than just losing this case. Not only might I screw up a client relationship that the firm has had for decades, but it might give me career trouble." Kelly looked up.

McLaren was gazing at her steadily. "Can you fix it?"

"I can't," she said. "But you can."

"And how would that be" he asked, his voice just a little harder and his eyes steady.

"I need you to..." Bad start. Try again. "I was hoping you might consider taking a voluntary dismissal."

She took a quick breath and launched into her argument before she lost her nerve.

"You can refile as soon as you want. It will cause some delay in the resolution of the case, but not a lot-- not more than 6 months. Your case will be as good on refile as it is now. And I'll be able to go back to sleeping at night."

She fell silent. Well, there it was, sitting out in the open like turd. It occurred to her that she might throw up.

Jack pressed his fingers together in front of his chest and thought. And then spoke.

"Seems kind of hard for me to explain this maneuver to my client, don't you think? What benefit, for instance, does the family get from this? And although I can't be sure without knowing exactly what the problem is, I'm guessing that the delay actually hurts my clients by getting you and your client out from under something case related that isn't to your liking. Do you have some suggestion for how I explain why this is a good idea for my people?"

He was, of course, right. There was absolutely no benefit to him or his client and there was no use pretending that there was. She shook her head from side to side gently. She wished to disappear. 

"Not really, I'm afraid. I put you in a tough position by asking, and I'm sorry about that. I'll work it out. Thanks for listening." She reached for her things.

"Stop." It sounded like more of an order than a request. She did.

"You look like you haven't slept in a week." It was one thing for her to know it, and quite another for him to a) notice and b) say it out loud. He raised his hand and the magic waitress appeared out of nowhere.

"We need a glass of pino noir, please." She opened her mouth to protest, but he was there first.

"Don't. You can't seriously tell me that some wine will make things any worse. I need some time to consider my options, and I'm disinclined to sit here and drink alone. I would consider it a favor if you stayed for a while and kept me company."

It didn't sound like he thought it would be a favor at all—it sounded very much like he expected her to stay.

"So. Is every facet of your life this fucked up?" he asked with a grin in his eyes.

She forced a thin, little smile. And so it began, a steady, seemingly endless stream of questions. About her work (otherwise good, rewarding, uncomfortably busy), her family (a brother in Akron and a sister in Miami, Mom divorced and in Scottsdale, Dad absent, busy with a new family), home (condo downtown), pets (who in God's name has time?), husband/significant other (long-gone ex and who in God's name has time), and even hobbies (are you serious?). She asked no questions herself, instead choosing to simply sate his curiosity. In the process, she was overwhelmed with wretchedness. It wasn't just that her life seemed like a barren waste land, it was that he was making her say it out loud. One glass of wine became three; her self-pity knew no bounds. 

"Let's get you home",

McLaren said at last. She gathered her purse and her briefcase and her coat; he took the coat and held it as she snaked into it. They walked together to the lobby, out the doors into the cool, wet spring night. Kelly was exhausted. McLaren waived over a waiting cab and opened the door for her.

Andi moved toward the open cab door, briefly smiling in McLaren's general direction.

"Thank you for staying and drinking with me", he said. She nodded a barely perceptible acknowledgement, never breaking stride. The safety of the cab was milliseconds away.

McLaren caught her arm. Kelly turned her head to see what the problem was. Using her captive elbow, he rotated her body so that they were face to face. He looked at her, serious and direct, but without anger.

"I said, Thank you for staying and drinking with me."

She knew immediately that he was making her acknowledge him. She felt silly and rebuked. 

"You're welcome. It was nice" she lied.

He slid a hand around the back of her neck, gripping it firmly. It was unusual, and felt strange. He turned her toward the cab, keeping his hand on her neck as she folded inside.

"I'll call you tomorrow" were his parting words. The back of her neck felt like it was on fire. She knew that there would be no sleep to be had again tonight. And she was right.

Eventually, morning came. Kelly stopped staring at the ceiling, showered, dressed, and headed for the office. It felt like sentencing day, with the outcome predetermined. Around 11, she checked her email, and saw this from McLaren: "Thinking over. I'll see you tonight at the Peninsula. 5:30."

More torture. She typed back "Don't I get a clue?" and stared at the empty inbox, fruitlessly willing a reply. She swore she could feel the outline of his hand on her neck and she had no idea what that, or anything for that matter, meant.

This time, McLaren was tucked into the far corner of the room. A glass of bourbon was at the ready. Andi shed her stuff onto and around a chair and settled in. She opened with "I guess you couldn't find it in your heart to give a girl a break, could you?"

It came out a little sharper than she intended. Her neck burned.

"I guess we'll need to check with the eye of the beholder", he said. He signaled a waitress and a glass of wine for her appeared. He hadn't asked.

"Okay" he began, "here it is: I have thought about this from every angle and there just isn't any benefit in a voluntary nonsuit to my client. For some reasons which I can't share and others which will be obvious in a minute, I'm willing to consider it. You paid me the respect of telling me the truth, so I'm going to respond in kind. I am interested in getting to know you better. I am not, however, interested in debates, or games, or chasing phantoms. What I propose is that you agree to spend the next 30 days with me. For most days, this won't mean all day and it may not even mean every day. I won't unduly interfere with your work. But it will mean that we will be together when I want, doing what I say. Even if you would prefer something else."

Andi had expected something bad, but she certainly hadn't figured on this. Her brain took a quick vacation, leaving her body and hovering in the corner of the room, looking down on her. Her first thought was that she couldn't imagine what an arrangement like this might look or feel like, and her second was that she couldn't believe that she hadn't already left. She dropped her eyes to her lap.

Almost immediately, his hand was under her chin. He looked at her intensely, and she could tell he didn't care that there was anyone else in the room. Holding her gaze and her chin, he said: "This means that we will have sex. This means that I will decide what you wear. And eat. And do in your time away from work even when I'm not there. And probably other things I haven't thought of yet. I like you. A lot, I think. So I don't intend to screw with your job or unduly embarrass you. But this won't be a democracy."

She couldn't say a word—it felt a little like she might burst into flame if she tried. An image of one of those bettles entomologists pinned in boxes came to her mind. She simply looked into his eyes and waited for him to stop speaking.

"You will need some time to think about this. I am getting up and going to the men's room. I will wait there for exactly 10 minutes. If you're game, come get me. If you're not there in 10 minutes, I'll understand and we'll never talk about this again."

And he was gone. She wondered where the air in the room had gone. She wondered who had heard. Or seen. And she wondered how strange it would be to see him again after she didn't show up. In the men's room, of all places. Good god, what a mess things were. She struggled to order her scrambled brain, to carefully assess her options and strategies. All to absolutely no avail. What she knew was that she was professionally fucked if she said no, and literally fucked if she said yes. She had no idea which was worse.

Andi stood. She looked at her coat and stuff. She wobbled a little on uncooperative legs. And she walked to the lobby to find the men's room.



A Bad Day Ch. 02



Andi looked at the door to the men's washroom, her plan to burst through the door without hesitation abandoned. She took a deep breath and leaned into the door. Very white, was her first thought. McLaren was nowhere in sight. She took another step forward, and felt him come up behind her. She could smell his aftershave.

"No talking for now. Only listening and doing. Understand?" he whispered.

She nodded. His hand circled the back of her neck again, and he guided her to the last stall, the largest. Once inside, he locked it and turned her to face him. Her back was against the door.

"Look at me" McLaren said. She was. "Your eyes don't leave mine, not for any reason. Clear?" She nodded her assent. Her mouth was dry.

"You are going to remove your clothes. All of them. " He paused for a beat. "Start now." 

She should, she knew, have expected this or something like it, but she was surprised just the same. Her blouse, which buttoned up the front, was first. Her neck flamed with embarrassment and anger. When the blouse was in her hand and he had a view of her plain white bra, she paused.

"There's a hook behind you, but don't stop looking at me, he said." She felt for it, looking at him for some sign, any reaction. Hanging the blouse, she reached around back for the zipper on her tan skirt. She stepped out of it, careful not to drag it on the floor. She could not have felt more dowdy in her underwear, pantyhose, and brown short heels. Even so, she knew that her nipples were contracted and that she was wet—she could just tell. And that made her even more embarrassed.

She shrugged out of her bra straps, spun the bra around so that the hook was in the front, and undid it. She liked her breasts, and she watched him looking at her, wondering what he thought. He moved towards her for the first time. He brushed his knuckles over her nips, making them even harder. And then he took each nipple between the knuckles of his fingers and began to squeeze. Her hands were balled into fists at her sides. Her eyes flickered shut. Suddenly there was a hand on her throat, firm, gripping. Her eyes flew open.

"Eyes on me, remember?" he said. She nodded.

The hand returned to her nipple. Pressure increased slowly, and he twisted a little. A fire burned in her core, part humiliation, part anger, part frustration, part pure need. She shifted from side to side a little, and made a little noise. One hand left one nipple and snaked behind her head, tangling in her hair. He tightened his grip on her hair and the nipple at the same time he leaned in for a kiss.

His assault on her mouth was deep and needy and violent. When he pulled away, she realized that she had been kissing him back. And that she was panting. He pulled away and stepped back.

"The rest, please." She stepped out of her shoes, shimmied out of her pantyhose and panties, and looked at him. "This is going to be a very interesting month", he said.

"Turn around." She did, looking back at him over her shoulder. "Bend forward at the waist, placing your hands on the door and keeping your legs straight." She did, craning her head to the side to keep eye contact. 

He spoke firmly. "I am going to touch you now. You are not to cum without asking for and getting my permission. I own every climax you're going to have for the next 30 days starting right now. Do you understand?" She nodded.

"Tell me" he said. And with a shaky voice, she said "I am not to cum without your permission." Saying it aloud somehow made her wetter. And angrier.

He stepped forward, running the fingernails of a hand up the back of her thigh. "Spread your legs." She did, some. He immediately reached forward and slapped the insides of her upper thighs. "Widely. So there isn't any question that you're opening yourself to me." He sounded hard. She moved her feet further apart.

He squeezed her ass cheeks, kneading them deeply. And then, without warning or warm-up, he ran two fingers between her slick labial lips to wet them, and then thrust them deep into her. She gasped and bucked involuntarily. He began to fuck her with his fingers urgently, roughly. And he spoke as he did. "We are going to work together, you and I, for the next month. We will teach each other things. We will learn about each other. And you will give yourself to me, over and over. You may not think you want this now, but I think that your mind will change. Judging by how wet you are, I think your cunt has already changed her mind. Do you understand? Answer me out loud."

She barely managed to get out a "yes", concentrating as she was on not cumming.

"I am going to stop moving my hand now. I want you to continue fucking my fingers." She realized immediately that she was already riding his hand, and she continued. The sounds of wetness and the smell of her desire filled the room. He slapped her ass sharply and the sound caromed around the tile room. The blow felt like it made direct contact with her clit.

"God, I am very close" she whined. "May I cum, please?"

His response was to withdraw his fingers, spin her around so that she faced him, and enter her again, this time from the front. As he plunged in and out, he said "You may cum when you are ready, but you will say my name as you cum. Not just this time. Every single time you cum for the next 30 days."

"I will. I will" she gasped. He began to thumb her clit as he impaled her with his fingers and she knew that the end was close. She felt the dam begin to break, but was careful to keep her eyes locked onto his.

"I'm cumming. Jesus, I'm cumming. McLaren. McLaren. McLaren. Thank you. McLaren." She shuddered on his soaked hand, squirming to try and get her exquisitely sensitive clit away from his still-flicking thumb. She couldn't believe that she had thanked him.

He slipped his fingers from her as she continued to shake. "Get dressed and meet me outside" he said. He reached down and picked up her pantyhose and underwear. "I'm taking these—you won't need them."

And he was gone, leaving her naked in the handicapped stall of a hotel lobby Men's room. Her only thought was to get dressed and get out as quickly as she could. 



A Bad Day Fishing...



My wife and I have been happily married for over a dozen years, we enjoy sex but with kids around its hard to find time or energy for wild sex. But finally we had a day with someone at the house to stay with the kids. We could have some time to ourselves if we could find somewhere to go. No chance at an overnight but a few hours are better than nothing. It was a beautiful warm sunny day so I suggested that I take my wife fishing. I was only half-way serious, since fishing is always what I want to do when I have some time.

To my surprise she agreed. Ever since we were dating my wife has given up on fishing because whenever she comes along we don't catch fish. But I thought that I new a lake that could over come her bad luck, and besides it wouldn't be so bad if the fish weren't biting, we could have some fun with each other. 

I loaded the boat and we headed to the lake. On the way I stopped for bait. The lake I chose had some nice big northern and I figured we might have our best luck with big minnows and bobbers. That way if the fish weren't biting we could just ignore our rods and get otherwise distracted.

The lake was one of my "secret places" a secluded lake which most people ignored because it was hard to get to and it didn't look big enough to have any good sized northern. We arrived to an empty lake and I launched the boat and headed out to a good spot and let down the anchor. I gave her a fishing rod and set it up with one of the big sucker minnows on a hook. The minnows were about six inches long and when my wife saw them she remarked "they are sure big."

I answered back, "mines bigger…" An corny line but she rewarded me with a leer instead of a groan. At least she was thinking about sex too. I was unsure whether being outdoors with the possibility of being seen might bother her, but at least she had sex on her mind. If I could avoid spooking her until she got sexually aroused I figured we could have some fun on the boat.

I set her bobber to the right depth let her cast her line out and then I set up my rod. Indeed, my minnow was bigger by an inch, but it wasn't the biggest in the bait bucket. I had purchased a dozen minnows and the biggest must have been close to 8 inches. Much larger than ideal size but even small northern pile will attempt to eat fish that size. You just have to let them take the bait for a good long while. I explained to my wife that when the bobber went under she would have to wait at least five minutes or she would pull the bait away from the fish. 

"Ok" she agreed, "what do we do now?"

"kick back and relax, and hope the fish are hungry." I said.

She leaned back on the side of the boat facing one side, and I leaned back facing the other side. We were comfortable and warm lying in the sun. She had on a skirt which she usually wore which was tented up over her knees. We reclined in the sun and talked without the interruption of kids. But as time went on she began to get impatient with fishing. 

"I'm tired of holding this rod, can't I lean it on the boat?" she asked.

"Better not," I cautioned, "a big fish could pull it away quicker than you realize. Just hold it in place with you leg or foot or something."

She stuck the pole between her legs and holding it in her crotch she leaned it against her knees. As we continued to talk however she continued to play with the rod, she Kept pushing in against her crotch and trying to squeeze it. Her gentle squirming was arousing me, but I continued visiting, as if I didn't notice because I was too interested in fishing. My cock would soon give away that charade but she seemed not to be noticing me. She was actively rubbing the handle of the rod up and down her crotch. Stopping even few strokes to push with the end against her pussy.

With a sexy smile she looked up at me and said, "I guess I could get to like fishing."

I thought that was maybe my invitation to get involved but just then her bobber went under. 

"Hey, I got something," she said "what do I do?"

Just hold the tip up and wait, I answered, make sure the fish can take plenty of line. 

She watched and waited and after 30 seconds said "should I reel now" 

"No," I said, "you have to be patient or we'll lose the fish."

Finally I told her to start reeling and after a short struggle she landed a nice 3-4 pound northern pike. I baited her hook, hoping she would again start to get distracted.       

I was in luck. After admiring her fish she leaned back to relax. She was holding her pole and was obviously excited about having caught something which seemed to her so large. But as time went on and she couldn't make the bobber go down again by staring, her interest in fishing ebbed and again she held the pole between her legs. She was squeezing the handle then rubbing up and down her crotch, then squeezing again. She leaned her head back and began moaning softly. She was still fully clothed but her playing with herself was keeping me hard. I hoped that soon she would invite me to participate, but unless she was really aroused I didn't dare make the first move. Even on a deserted lake I knew she wasn't into have sex in the open. But, there might be a first time I thought. 

I admit I was squirming just watching her squirm when she surprised me and lifted up her skirt to have better access to her pussy. She put the pole between her legs and squeezed it and began fingering herself at the top of her slit, rubbing her little clit gently. I think I was holding my breath watching my wife put on a show like this in the open air and beautiful sunshine. I was waiting to see what would happen next.

What happened next is that her bobber went under again. She sat up quickly letting her skirt fall back modestly in place and for the next 10 minutes all her attention was on landing another northern. This one even a little bigger than the last. 

"what's my limit of northern," she asked as I put the fish away. 

"Three fish apiece," I answered

"Well you better hurry up and catch something," she said gloating. She was enjoying the fishing particularly since I was not catching anything. I baited her hook again and she cast out to the same spot. Again she took a few minutes settling down, then she remembered that she was in the middle of a great tease. She got that sly sexy smile and said, "I guess I'll just have to be patient and wait for the next fish."

She reached into her pocket a pulled out something, then lifted her skirt and stuck her pole between her legs and began exploring her lips with her fingers. Her excitement and the interruption had made her unusually wet I could see moisture collection on her lips. I was hoping soon she would invite me to do more than watch, but watching was so exciting I didn't want to do anything to risk it stopping. 

All Of the sudden she stopped what she was doing picked up the rod and picked up what she had had in her pocket. It was a condom just like the one I had brought along in case I got lucky. So she had been in the mood all along. I was already reaching to unzip my pants when I realized it wasn't for me. She was sliding the condom over the end of the fishing rod. I couldn't believe what she was doing. My cock was about to tear the material in the front of my jeans but I sat entranced and watched her begin to probe her self with the fishing rod handle. She slid the lubricated condom covered rod along her slit squeezing the pole, then she pushed the end against her lips. Reaching down with her left hand she spread her lips wide and eased the rod into her cunt. 

I could have ejaculated just watching her. She slid the rod in and out moaning and squeezing. I couldn't believe what I was watching, it was so erotic. She kept the pole pumping in and out and began working her clit with her fingers. My eyes were glued to the show. Anything could have happen then and I wouldn't have noticed. My wife was getting ready to climax with my fishing rod giving her a fuck. It was the best show I could imagine. Suddenly she stopped and we both realized that for some time now line had been stripping off the reel. The fish had gone unnoticed in the heat of the moment. 

Not wanting to let herself down from the edge she never took the handle out of her pussy but began reeling where it was. It took only moments to reel in the slack and suddenly she could feel the fish tugging against the fishing rod. And she like the feel. She hung onto the rod about a foot above the reel and just let the fish fight. It lunged against the spring of the rod causing moans that were quickly becoming screams from my wife. Would lean back panting and then the fish would lunge again. The vibration of the shaking pole would again send her to the edge.

About the third or fourth lunge she came. She arched her back up high her whole body shaking then lay back exhausted. The fish was still tugging at the pole as she came back to her sense. I reached over to take the pole thinking I would have to reel it in.

"No way," she said "You'll have to catch your own fish."

And with that she reeled the already worn out fish to the boat. It wasn't huge but it was a nice fish. 

After I landed it, my cock was still standing up stiff. I still could hardly believe what I'd seen. But she was full of how many fish she caught. And she couldn't wait to rub it in. "So how many fish are the limit?" and "How many have you caught?" 

"If you're going to give me a hard time I'll just let you bait your own hook," I said.

"It's a good thing I don't need to catch anymore fish, cause I'm not touching that minnow."

"Why not?"

Cause there wet and slimy."

"And you don't like to touch anything wet and slimy right?," I asked with my eyebrow upraised. "I bet you're just scared." 

"No, I'm not."

"Then pick up your own minnow." I don't know why I was arguing except that I was frustrated and since she had had an orgasm I didn't think she'd get back into the mood. I was just going to have to wait. And I wanted some sort of revenge. So Ignored her un-baited hook and acted like I was really not going to do it. 

She sat looking at the minnows for a while. Eventually, she got the nerve to try to catch one. Easier said than done the minnows scattered as she fished around in the bucket with her hand. Finally she trapped one against the side of the bucket she lifted it out of the bucket and it started flopping around so it fell out of her hand.

I was proud of her for trying so I offered to bait her hook. "No thanks" she retorted "I decided I like wet slimy things."

She caught the minnow again and held on tightly , but it thrashed so vigorously she dropped it again. It lay for a moment of the floor of the boat wildly wiggling and my wife reached over to grab her fishing pole, but instead of reaching for the hook, she grabbed the handle and slipped the condom off of it.

Reaching down she took the minnow and slid it into the condom. She grabbed an empty pop can nearby dipped some water from the lake and poured it into the condom. The minnow thrashed with delight at being back in the water. My wife tied the end of the condom and held up her creation for closer inspection. She liked what she saw. The minnow would lie still but anytime it was touched it would flop around wildly.

She held her new dildo in her hands for a few moments then to my delight she picked up her skirt again. She laid the fish along her slit and felt it wiggling and I could tell by her movements she was getting heated up again. Needless to say I was rock hard again in moments. She rubbed herself all around her crotch and then it was time for the fish to dive in. She held her self open and began sliding the condom into her pussy head first. She slowly eased it deeper and deeper in until only the tail was still emerging flapping back and forth. 

The fish wasn't so active until the first time my wife squeeze her pussy. The fish almost exploded trying to wriggle free and my wife let out a squeal, and so did I.

My ignored bobber had gone under the water and was speeding away from the boat. I knew it had to be a big fish to pull this hard. Again my wife moaned and my attention was back to her. She was thrashing about almost as much as the fish inside her. I could hardly pull my eyes away but my line was caught and I had to quickly untangle it. The fish pulled hard and I set the hook it was a big one by the way it stripped line off the reel. 

My wife screamed and I looked back to her to see her legs squeezed together her back arched. The fish tugged hard and dove under the boat trying to break the line off. I held the tip high and tried to pull it back.

My wife moaned and I saw that she had undone her blouse to get at her breasts one hand was pulling at her nipple, one hand was touching her clit and the fish was still trying to swim deeper into her pussy. The fish broke the surface of the water and swam towards the patch of weeds we were fishing near. The glimpse told me it would weight at least 20 lbs. If I let it go it would dive into the weeds and I'd lose it. I reeled hard trying to get it closer to the boat when my wife absolutely shrieked.

She was coming more violently than I'd ever seen her body was rigid and shuddering. The convulsions of her pussy were causing the fish to wriggling extending the orgasm. 

The line gave a final mighty tug and the rod went limp. The fish had broke the line. My wife lay there panting and I sat there half wanting to cry and half wanting to yell. She opened her eyes and said, "Oh did you lose your fish."

I was speechless, she was still mocking me. She pulled the minnow out of her pussy stood up and came over to where I stood.

She knelt down and reached to unzip my pants. "Maybe I can console you."

She held my engorged cock in her hands and gave it a big kiss, then slid her lips slowly down my cock. As excited as I had been for so long I didn't last long. The second trip her lips made down my shaft was it. I started cumming she pulled her mouth off my cock letting the semen drip from my cock and from her mouth. She looked up and smiled. "To bad about the fish, I hope it wasn't big. Now lets go home I've had enough fishing. Besides I already have my limit."



A Bad Day For All



Author's disclaimer - all participants in this story are over eighteen years of age.

*

Angela Mellon had a very bad morning. It started with an argument over money with her husband Dave. She burnt the breakfast toast because the toaster stuck in the down position. When she stuck a knife in the toaster to push down on the release spring the toaster made a "pssst" sound and stopped working altogether. She dropped the pot to the Mr. Coffee on the floor and it shattered sending pieces of glass all over the place. When she tried to vacuum up the really small pieces the Hoover quit on her and she checked and found that the belt had broken. She got the spare belt out of the utility drawer in the kitchen and while trying to change the belt the screwdriver slipped and she stabbed the palm of her hand.

"Shit!" she cried and threw the screwdriver across the room. "That's it! I'm not going to do another fucking thing today. I'm not even going to get dressed."

Wearing only her robe she went into the living room and turned on the TV set. She watched an hour of the meaningless pap that passed for daytime TV and when she couldn't stand it anymore she went back in the kitchen and got herself a beer. During the next several hours she got herself several more beers and by 2 PM Angela had quite a buzz on. By 3:30 PM she was drunk and feeling horny.

Getting another beer she went and got a porno tape from where she had hidden it to keep it away from the prying eyes of Jennifer, her six-teen year old daughter. She took the tape back to the living room and pushed it into the VCR. The tape was her absolute favorite and the origin of her most powerful fantasy. The section she liked best and watched over and over was the one that had the female porn star being worked over by three studs; she had one in her mouth, one in her pussy and one in her ass. Angela's fingers worked on her clit as she watched the tape and, as usual, she orgasmed at the point in the tape where the female started to yell:

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming, fuck me, please fuck me."

After her orgasm subsided Angela went for another beer and returned to replay the tape. As the tape started playing again and Angela's fingers again moved to her pussy she thought:

"Once, just once, I would like to experience something like that. I would love to have three hard cocks to play with."

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Michael Martin, known as Mikey to his friends, had been having a very bad day. First he was late for school and had to go see the assistant principal to get a pass allowing him into his first class. Next he discovered that he had left his homework assignment on the kitchen table and he was given an 'incomplete' in the grade book. The 'incomplete' would be removed when he brought in the assignment, but it would be marked down one letter grade for being turned in late.

His third class of the day was gym and his gym teacher was also the varsity football coach. The coach had taken him aside and informed him that his low grades would not allow him to suit up for Friday's game and that he would not be allowed to suit up for further games if he didn't get his head out of his ass and start studying.

His being benched had put him in a bad mood; a mood he took with him when he went to have lunch with Jennifer Mellon who was his girlfriend. He saw Jack Watson standing by the table talking to Jen when he entered the cafeteria and he knew that Jack had the hots for her and had been sniffing around lately. Jack had seen him coming and turned and left. When he got to table he had started dumping on Jennifer for seeming to encourage Jack and she had told him to keep his bad mood to himself. He had barked back at her and they ended up having an argument and Jennifer had told him to "piss off" and she had gotten up and stomped off.

Which is why he was standing at her front door. He'd had his buddy Ron drive him over so he could apologize and beg forgiveness. He knew Jennifer pretty well and he knew that it wasn't likely that she would forgive him right away - she would make him sweat a bit - so Ron and Tom, another of his friends, were waiting in the car for him. Jennifer should be home by then so he screwed up his courage and rang the bell.

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Angela was just coming down from her third orgasm when she heard a noise. At first she couldn't place the sound and then she realized that it was the door bell and that someone was at the front door. She got unsteadily to her feet and went to the door and looking through the spy hole she recognized Jennifer's boyfriend Mike. Somewhat foggy from all the beer she opened the door without realizing that her robe was still open from when she had been fingering herself.

"Hi Mrs. Mellon. Is Jennifer ho..." and his voice trailed off as he took in the sight of Angela's naked body. Damn, she had some great looking tits. Jennifer had some really nice ones, but Mrs. Mellon's were twice as big and the nipples were erect and huge.

Angela noticed where he was looking and looked down. Seeing herself exposed she said, "Oops" and giggled as she closed her robe.

"Come on in Mike. I'll go get Jennifer for you. Go on into the living room and have a seat."

Mike when into the living room and sat on the couch. He noticed the TV was on and then he did a quick double-take as he saw a woman sucking on a man's cock. He had never had a blow job and he stared at the screen mesmerized.

Angela went to Jennifer's room, but her daughter wasn't there. On her way back to the living room she stopped and got another beer and she took a long pull at the bottle. 

"God, I'm so horny" she thought, "Dave better get home soon."

She walked into the living room and saw Mike staring at the TV and rubbing his cock through his pants as he watched the blond on the screen deep-throating her partner. She giggled as she thought, "Poor boy, he looks so cute sitting there with his mouth hanging open. I think I'll have a little fun with him."

She sat down on the couch next to him and let her robe fall open enough so that he could see her tits. "What's the matter Mike? Haven't you ever seen a porn video before?"

Mike was startled. He had been so glued to the TV that he hadn't even noticed her sitting down. He guiltily pulled his hand away from his throbbing cock and stammered:

"Uh, no Mrs. Mellon, I er, uh...I mean no ma'am, I haven't."

He started to get up and leave, but Angela pulled him back down. "I can't send you out of here like that. Here, let me help."

Mike froze as Mrs. Mellon unzipped his trousers and reached inside for his cock. She pulled it out and started stroking it and she looked into his eyes and almost laughed at the mixture of lust, panic and fright that she saw there. She would give him a quick hand job and send him on his way. 

"This will be our little secret Mike" she said as she ran her hand up and down on his stiff meat. "It is a really nice cock" she thought and she wondered if Jennifer had ever had it in her hand. A drop of pre-cum appeared on the head. "I wonder what a young boy tastes like" and she lowered her head.

"The door was open so I came in to see.....Holy Shit!" said Ron as he came into the room to see Mikey lying on his back on the living room floor with Mrs. Mellon bouncing up and down on his cock. He stared for a moment and then tearing himself away he ran back out to his car and breathlessly said to Tom:

"Quick, you have got to see this" and then both boys ran back to the house.

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Jennifer Mellon had been having a very bad day. First, an argument with her dad over her allowance, then her mother's refusal to let her spend Friday night over at Carol's. Carol was planning a slumber party and it was killing Jennifer that she couldn't go. At school she had gotten into a shouting match with Beverly Abbeg over the attention Bev had been giving Mikey. It had gotten them both detentions after school which would make her an hour late getting home. To top things off she had gotten in an argument with Mikey over that asshole Jack Watson - as if she would ever have anything to do with him - and she had ended up walking away from Mikey. The day had really sucked!

She opened the door and walked into the house. The door closed behind her and she heard voices coming from the living room.

"Oh God, oh God, Yesssss! Like that, oh yes, just like that. Fuck me, oh yes fuck me. I knew it would be like this, I knew it would be this good, I just knew it."

Jennifer walked into the living room and froze. She stared open mouthed at the scene in front of her. Tom Plant was lying on the floor and some woman was bouncing up and down on his cock. Ron Jones was standing in front of the woman with his cock in her mouth, and Mikey - her Mikey - was fucking the woman in her ass. All this she cataloged in her mind before the realization hit her.

"That's my mother! Mikey, you bastard, that's my mother! What are you guys doing fucking my mother?"

All four members of the fuck-fest were lost in lust and did not seem to even notice her. She stalked over to them and hit Mikey. The blow penetrated the fog of lust and he turned to see a very pissed off Jennifer.

"Mikey, God damn you! How could you do this to me? And with my own mother! God damn you you rotten bastard. Well two can play this game" and she went to Ron and pulled him away from her mother. "Nooo" cried Angela, "Give it back" but it was too late. Jennifer was on her knees and Ron's cock was in her mouth.

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Dave Mellon had been having a very bad day. First, an argument with Angela over money, followed by an argument with his daughter Jennifer over money, followed by a speeding ticket on his way to work. His first phone call of the day was from a client who said he was taking his business elsewhere. He had been called into a meeting with his boss just before lunch and had been informed that the expected pay raise had been put on hold pending a company reorganization. On his way home, three blocks from his house, he had a flat tire and when he looked he found the spare missing from the trunk of the car. He walked the three blocks to his house and as he opened the front door to go in he said to himself:

"The worst of the day is over, thank God" and he walked inside. 



A Bad Day for Shore Leave



Sumati pulled her uniform jacket taut over her body, glancing down briefly to confirm that she looked suitably smart. It really shouldn't matter, she thought to herself, as she flicked aside a few stray hairs from her jet black fringe. Here, just beyond the borders of Federation space, nobody was going to care that much.

Except that the senior officers might very well care, especially with the Captain being such a stickler for rules. The Captain always looked immaculate, almost infuriatingly calm and polished. And Sumati knew exactly what the Captain would say: today she was representing Starfleet, and couldn't afford to let the side down.

The last thing Sumati wanted right now was to turn up at the transporter room and be sent back to tidy herself up. Perhaps it wasn't very likely – it rather depended who was on duty – but she wasn't going to take the risk.

As an ensign, she didn't have a window in her room; only senior officers were lucky enough to get that privilege. Instead, her brown eyes flicked up to the monitor screen above the fold-away dresser. The space station hung there, a clunky collection of habitat modules around a central hub and power pylon. It was matt grey, the insignia scuffed by micrometeorite impacts that suggested a somewhat erratic shield system. It was an old design, too, hardly a match for modern Starfleet facilities, and in orbit around a nondescript, uninhabitable ball of rock.

It looked, in short, little better than junk. But, to Sumati, at this moment, it seemed a golden haven of opportunity. She actually had to steady her breathing for a moment, before picking up the chip, and securely pocketing it inside her uniform. It wouldn't do to leave without that!

She opened the door to her cabin, and stepped out into the corridor, her long braid swishing behind her as she turned to head towards the transporters...

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When Sumati had first been assigned to the USS Endeavour, one thing she hadn't expected was a protracted period of celibacy.

Although, as a newly graduated Ensign, this was her first real assignment on a Starfleet ship, much of the rest of her life on board had been more or less what she expected. Life in Starfleet wasn't always as glamorous as the stories made out, but it certainly wasn't bad.

True, as a lowly engineer, she rarely got to leave the ship, to physically explore all the 'strange new worlds' that the recruitment ads talked about. They were certainly there – she could see them through the windows – but she rarely had the opportunity to set her feet on alien soil. But she didn't mind that too much. There was plenty to keep her busy on the Endeavour, a state-of-the-art research vessel, with several sophisticated features. 

And, of course, she had to prove herself and work her way up through the ranks in order to get the best opportunities. She understood all that; Starfleet had a rank structure for good reason. There were even some benefits to being an engineer on a research vessel; around half the crew were scientists, and they always needed someone to keep their equipment working. It meant that she – or at least her department – was often in demand, and her skills were appreciated, as they might not be, for example, on a space dock.

No, none of that was the problem. It was definitely the celibacy thing. 

One of the first things she had discovered on receiving her berth on the ship was that the USS Endeavour didn't have a particularly large human complement on its crew. She didn't really have much to compare it to, from her own personal experience, but the impression that most people had about Starfleet ships was that they were, by and large, crewed by humans, with just the odd Vulcan or Betazoid here and there. 

Not so the Endeavour. A modern research vessel and one of the best of its kind, it seemed to attract science officers from across the Federation. She wasn't sure how many of them had been personally picked by the Captain or senior crew, but they were among the best in their respective fields. And, naturally enough, that meant that they were a diverse bunch. After all, Andoria and Benzar, to name but two worlds, surely produced just as many top quality scientists as Earth. Humans couldn't have it all their own way.

So, there were a lot of alien races on the Endeavour. It made some of the discussions in the lounges and rest rooms fascinating, a blend of different cultural perspectives that Sumati quite enjoyed. But it did rather leave one short of romantic opportunities.

Of course, even on the Endeavour, she was far from the only human present. What with the physical requirements of Starfleet training, many of the younger men were pretty good-looking, too. They were also all either dull science nerds that really weren't her type, or else already in a committed relationship by the time she'd embarked. A larger ship, or one with a more Earth-centric crew, would surely have had more exceptions... but not this one.

It wasn't that she was obsessed about sex, or anything. It really was, in the grand scheme of things, a minor inconvenience. At least she was here, on a starship, exploring the galaxy. It made up for a lot. But still, celibacy hadn't been on the brochure.

After a few months, she had hit upon the obvious solution: the Endeavour had holodecks. It wasn't really the same thing, but it beat the alternative – which was to say, nothing. So she had booked some leisure time, obtained a suitably erotic program, and had looked forward to trying it out.

It was when she had tried to feed the program into the holodeck that she had found out that the Captain's idea of relaxation wasn't quite the same as her own. The holodeck rejected the program, and left her in no doubt as to why it had done so; the Captain had evidently put a lock on it to prevent just this kind of use. Why, she wasn't entirely sure, although the fact that the ship's commanding officer was a Vulcan probably had something to do with it.

She was positive that the red flag that the program had raised had gone straight to the Chief Engineer. But, to his credit, he had never said a word about it to her. Perhaps he was used to it happening, at least among the new recruits. They didn't even have to be human; presumably the Ktarians, and all the rest, became equally frustrated about the lack of available singles of their own species.

She was equally confident that she could override the lock. But she wasn't going to do that. For one thing, it had doubtless occurred to the Chief Engineer, at the very least, that this was possible, and there would be countermeasures in place. Sooner or later, no matter how careful she was, she was going to be found out, and unauthorised tampering wasn't going to go down well.

But there was also the fact that she was, at the end of the day, a Starfleet officer. By tampering with the lock, she would be disobeying an order, even if only an implicit one. She wasn't going to do that; she wasn't that desperate, and she would be betraying her new family... even if she disagreed with them on this one point.

So, celibacy; that had been the remaining option. She could live with it, but, at times, it was rather frustrating.

But not today, Sumati had promised herself. Today was going to be different! 

---***---

The Federation called it by the rather unimaginative name of Waystation Five. Apparently, it had had so many names down the years that the dull moniker at least had the advantage of consistency... although Sumati wasn't entirely sure where Waystations One to Four were. The numbering must have made sense to somebody at some time, but she had no idea when or why.

The reason it looked like such a haphazard pile of junk from the outside was largely because that was what it was. Historians might have known more, but all Sumati knew was that the place was old, and had been built and rebuilt, with new bits being added here and there, and old ones being cannibalised, all on a timescale of centuries. Currently it was owned by a Ferengi consortium, which used it as a neutral meeting ground and a place for traders to stop off from all over the galaxy. 

Being located where it was, in that little patch of unclaimed space where the Federation came close to the Klingon-Romulan border, doubtless made it a metaphorical latinum mine for its owners. There must have been few places better placed for interstellar trade... at least in times of peace such as the present.

Looking around herself as she stepped off the transporter platform, Sumati couldn't help but think that the Ferengi influence was obvious. The décor had that slightly tacky look to it that suggested the designer had more money than sense. In these days of replicators that was unlikely to be literally true, but she suspected it was the sort of impression that Ferengi liked to give off... especially if it wasn't the case.

Brushing aside a small gaggle of Ferengi merchants who had gathered outside the transporter room to sell her goodness knew what (they had to be the ones at the bottom of the pecking order, surely?) Sumati headed down a short corridor and onto what appeared to be the station's main concourse.

It was a hive of activity, full of gaudily decorated stalls and concession booths, holographic adverts flashing in the air, open cafes and bars competing for space with the salesmen. And there were salesmen everywhere. At a guess, less than half of them were actually Ferengi, with races from across the quadrant here to try and sell something. That was before you counted the visitors, the people here to buy, or perhaps to exchange goods from far afield. 

It was a bewildering array of cultures and aliens, not to mention a cacophony of voices. 

Sumati quickly identified a holo-map of the station's layout, flashing with adverts for what else was available. Casinos, hotels, restaurants, strip clubs... they were all here, along with a host of quieter places to do business. She paused for a while, trying to find the best place for what she had in mind. It turned out that there was only one – the station wasn't actually as big as it appeared when you looked at it from outside. But one was all she needed.

She turned in that direction, her thoughts focussed on the chip in her pocket, when she heard a loud, deep voice calling out behind her.

"Hey, Starfleet! Didn't know they let you human scum here! Better watch your back, weakling!"

She span round to see a group of four Klingons stepping out from the transporter arrival suite. It was clear from their uniforms that they were no mere traders, but warriors of the Klingon Defence Force. Sumati had not seen any such ship berthed when she had looked out of the viewer on the Endeavour... it had either arrived later, or simply been hidden by the bulk of the station.

Two of the Klingons let out a barking laugh, while a third – an ugly, squat individual with a scar across his face – simply grinned as if he had just made a particularly fine joke. 

"You're outside your Federation now," sneered the scarred Klingon, his voice clearly the same as the one that had just spoken, "let's see how you last without a ship to hide in. A true warrior faces death in the face when he can. Are you ready to do that, Starfleet weakling?"

Sumati backed away, looking around and seeing none of her fellow officers in sight. Nobody else seemed to be paying any attention, either, and she doubted that anything she could say would change the Klingon's attitude. This was not a good start to her time off!

The scarred Klingon snorted in derision, stepping suddenly towards her, his hand reaching for a wickedly serrated knife at his belt. The Ensign braced herself, ready to dash into the crowd if she had to.

Before she could do so, the fourth Klingon in the group acted instead, grabbing onto her scarred compatriot's weapon arm, and harshly jerking him back. The only female in the group, she was dark skinned, even by the standards of Klingons, her head completely shaven save for a short pony tail wrapped with a leather cord.

The scarred Klingon snarled at her, and almost seemed about to strike his own fellow with his free hand, but she hissed something in his ear, too quiet for Sumati to hear. Whatever it was, it had the desired effect. His eyes full of fury, he lowered the blade, though his teeth were still bared in a ferocious display.

"This isn't over!" he called out. 

"Yes it is," stated the Klingon woman clearly. "This is neutral ground. We don't attack without reason. Understood?"

He nodded, albeit in as surly a manner as the human had ever seen. The two other Klingons laughed again, at him this time, and he glared at them, all his swagger gone.

"I'd leave, human," said the dark-skinned Klingon woman, "before I change my mind. And if you see us coming again... get out of the way."

Sumati swallowed, and walked briskly away, trying not to make it look as if she was running. Yes, she was a Starfleet officer, and had had all the combat training, but she wasn't carrying her phaser, and hand-to-hand fighting had never been her strongest subject at the Academy. There was a reason she had become an engineer, instead of joining security, after all.

Once she was far enough out of sight, she stopped to steady herself. Her heart was beating, and she felt a little flushed. That had been close, and it was only the common sense of the – well, senior officer, she presumed – that had saved things from getting nasty. Even if she had managed to avoid injury, getting herself into a fight could result in her being thrown off the station, and she couldn't have that.

It wasn't a good start to her day, not at all. But it hadn't been a disaster, and she still had something to do... something that could let her forget about violent Klingons for a while at least.

She tried to get her bearings again, realising that she'd walked off in a hurry, and had already forgotten the exact details on the map. She needed a corridor of the main concourse, that much she knew, but she wasn't going back to check up. It was probably that one there... yeah, almost certainly that one.

The corridor seemed empty after the bustle of the main concourse, but Sumati could hear a loud pulsing beat from up ahead that indicated she was heading towards some kind of nightclub. Or whatever you called the 24-hour equivalent. There had been mention of something like that on the map, she reflected, although she would like a good look at another one. Pity she didn't have a PADD on her to download the thing from the station's database.

It turned out that there was no way round the nightclub, at least not in practice. There was a large open area in front of it, dimly lit, through which the corridor ran. It was cluttered with tables, and the crowd from the club proper spilled out into it. Sumati didn't think much of the design choice, but perhaps the intention was to lure passers-by in to spend money.

She stood on tip-toe, trying to see over the throng of drinkers – if anyone was dancing, they were in the main room, off to the side – and managed to make out an exit beyond. Cursing the profit-oriented stupidity of the station managers who allowed this sort of arrangement, she began winding her way through the crowd.

"Excuse me... excuse me... excuse me..."

Somebody bumped into her, hard from behind, and she felt a cold splash as some sort of beverage was unceremoniously dumped over her back.

She span round. "Watch where you're going!" she snapped, liquid still dripping from her clothing. She regretted the words almost immediately.

The Nausicaan glared at her, smashed the empty glass down onto the nearest table, and swung his fist in her direction with a belligerent roar.

Sumati ducked out of the way, underneath the blow, but the room was crowded, and the Nausicaan's fist impacted with a human civilian standing nearby. He staggered back into the table, as three of his friends rose to their feet, their own fists raised.

Great. A pub brawl. On a crowded space station. She was going to get in so much trouble if anyone thought she had anything to do with this!

Fortunately, the Nausicaan seemed to be too drunk to notice that he'd hit the wrong person. Or possibly, he just didn't care so long as there was a fight to be had. Either way, he didn't seem to be paying any attention to her any more.

Sumati ran for it as the fight erupted behind her.

For the second time in what seemed like just a few minutes, she found herself standing in a corridor trying to regain her breath. Surely even independent space stations shouldn't be this violent? She was having incredibly bad luck, when all she wanted to do was have a good time. She wasn't even the only one who had taken shore leave here... if everyone was having as much trouble as she was, half of them would be on a disciplinary by the time they got back.

Her uniform was dripping wet, the drink soaking through the outer jacket onto her vest beneath. After all the trouble she had gone to get it looking immaculate! If any of the Endeavour's senior officers saw her like this...

A short while later, she had managed to find a washroom, and was doing her best to dry out her clothing, mop it up, and generally look respectable. There was still a stain on her vest, but the jacket covered that, and, once it was dried out, the black fabric of the jacket itself seemed to hide the discolouration quite well. She put it back on, smoothed down her hair again, and went back out.

How hard could it be to find what she was looking for?

Well, she wasn't going back down that way, because it led back to the club. So, onwards...

She soon came to the conclusion that she was not only delayed, but also lost. The station could seriously do with more signage, she thought to herself grumpily. Still, so long as she didn't keep doubling back on herself, sooner or later...

Yes! She was back on the main concourse again!

The station, after all, wasn't as large as all that, and she'd known that, since everything else was arranged around the central hub, she'd be bound to get back there eventually. And the main concourse, at least, did have maps.

She was some distance from where she'd started, but she could see another of the map holos not too far from where she was standing. All she had to do was check it, and...

"Hi, Sumati! Come and join us!"

Off to her left was a sort of 'open air' café (as much as one could be, under a concourse roof), and sitting at one of the larger tables were some of her fellow crew from the Endeavour. Trying to avoid rolling her eyes in frustration, she reluctantly walked over to them.

The woman who had called out to her was Lugmilla; one of the ship's piloting crew, and a full lieutenant. Like most Tellarites, she was argumentative, and she could have a mean streak a parsec wide if you really crossed her, but Sumati rather liked her. She had a relaxed attitude for a lieutenant, and could be mischievous when the mood took her, as well as possessing an earthy sense of humour. 

She could see the reason that Lugmilla wanted her to join her, though. She was sitting with Sh'ree, who was a decent enough sort for an Andorian, a slightly geeky looking science officer whose name she couldn't recall, and... Lieutenant Halvorsen.

Astrid Halvorsen was in security, and, boy, did she take it seriously. She wasn't, Sumati supposed, actually a bad person, it was just that she was quite staggeringly dull. If she had any hobbies, Sumati knew nothing about them, and her conversational skills were quite limited. Since she wouldn't approve of any even slightly risqué topic, or anything that hinted at skirting Starfleet rules to have a good time, she had to be driving Lugmilla crazy.

"Ensign Chennapragada," said Halvorsen, acknowledging her presence as she sat down. Wow, she stuck to surnames only, even off-duty. What a barrel of fun.




A Bad Day for Shore Leave



"So, what are you planning to do today?" asked Lugmilla once Sumati had ordered a cup of tea.

The ensign glanced across at Halvorsen before answering. It wasn't as if she was going to do anything illegal or against regulations, but she didn't want to broadcast it, either. "Oh, this and that," she said vaguely, "I haven't really thought about it that much."

"This is your first real shore leave, isn't it?" asked Sh'ree, "since the Academy, I mean."

"Uh, yes, yes it is."

"Well, you'll find it goes quickly enough. I'd make some plans, if I were you. It's not as if we're somewhere where you can just relax and admire the scenery. On a planet, it can be different."

"Where you always insist on going somewhere freezing cold," butted in the Tellarite.

"If you're talking about that last trip, that's hardly fair - five Celsius is not cold!"

"Well, it doesn't apply here, anyway," broke in the human science officer, who evidently knew Tellarites well enough to see that a protracted argument was brewing, "and I'm sure there's entertainment around."

"I'd avoid the nightclub," said Sumati, as her tea arrived, "I hear it's a bit rough. At least, it seemed that way when I passed it earlier."

Halvorsen looked over at her, gave a little sniff, and frowned disapprovingly. The smell of whatever the Nausicaan had been drinking must still be on her clothes! It wasn't strong, but it was probably just about detectable. The security officer probably thought she'd been drinking the stuff herself, although hopefully her obvious sobriety counted against that.

The conversation continued, going nowhere in particular. The chip was almost burning a hole in Sumati's pocket. How could she get away? At this rate, she was going to be invited to join them somewhere else, and then what would happen to her real plans? Shore leave was rapidly turning into a complete disaster. It could only be worse if...

"Ha! Starfleet weaklings! Are those your ideas of drinks? Pathetic! And you, blue-skin, what kind of warriors are your people supposed to be, hanging out with these pieces of detritus!"

It was him. He was back again – the scar-faced Klingon. He had a different friend with him this time, and the female officer she had seen earlier was nowhere in sight.

Sh'ree clenched her fist, and half-rose from the table, but it was Halvorsen who held out a warning hand towards her, then rose herself to stare into the Klingon's eyes. Sumati had to admit, the blonde woman was tall, and with scar-face being rather squat for his race, the security officer was actually able to stare him straight in the eye.

"This is supposed to be neutral ground," she said coolly, "so if you're looking for a fight, we'll have to disappoint you. I'm sure your own captain has told you the same."

"You're just scared I'll whip your skinny ass."

"I'd leave, if I were you."

Sumati gulped down the last of the tea as the others began to square off against each other.

"Good plan," muttered Lugmilla, leaning across to her, "let's find somewhere else." Seeing that Sh'ree was already backing up Halvorsen, she turned to the geeky looking science ensign, "coming?" He shook his head, focused on the coming confrontation, and the Tellarite shrugged. "Suit yourself."

Once again, Sumati found herself beating a hasty retreat, this time with Lugmilla at her side. If there was really going to be a fight, Halvorsen and Sh'ree should be more than capable of handling themselves, and they wanted to be nowhere near when it went down.

"This place seems rougher than I thought," said the Tellarite woman once they'd reached the safety of a nearby corridor entrance.

"Well, it doesn't sound like they are actually fighting yet," said Sumati, "thankfully. But I know what you mean. Although I think that particular Klingon is just looking to cause trouble. Oh, look, here comes station security. Better make ourselves scarce."

"So," began Lugmilla, a short while later, "what were you actually planning on doing? And don't say you didn't have a plan, because I could tell that wasn't true."

The ensign sighed, "actually, I was just trying to get to the holosuites. Haven't been able to find them yet, though."

"Ah, well I have a PADD," said the Tellarite, smiling, "so let's see." She took the small item out of her pocket, and poked it a few times. "We're pretty close... just down that way."

"Oh, right. Thanks!"

"You're welcome." The other woman looked at her suspiciously, dark brows furrowed, "but we do have a holodeck on the ship. The point of shore leave is to go somewhere different." Sumati shuffled her feet, unsure of what to say, but apparently that was enough to give her away. "Ah," said Lugmilla, "yes, I noticed that about our holodecks, too."

"You did?" Somehow she couldn't see the squat, snouted lieutenant in that way.

"I am a single adult... Well, I'm guessing you don't want me to join you." She pointed again, "down there, and round the corner. I'll see you later."

Sumati grinned, "thanks! You're a star." It seemed the first piece of good fortune she'd had all day.

---***---

"There will be no problem using my own program?"

"Of course not," replied the Ferengi, "we pride ourselves in giving our customers exactly what they want. If you'll just authorise the transaction?"

She did so, relieved that at last, the day's obstacles seemed to be over. The chip was still in her pocket, and ready for use in the holosuite she had just booked.

It contained an erotic holonovel, a historical story set in the early nineteenth century, about an innocent young woman courted by two equally eligible, but contrasting, bachelors. The reviews had said that the plot was engaging and full of twists, with well-rounded characters, plenty of period feel and, most importantly for today, some very steamy sex scenes.

That, of course, was one of the things about holonovels. In almost any other medium, whether traditional text novels or two or three dimensional cinema, the writer could, if they wanted to, gloss over the erotic elements. They could describe them only briefly, or use camera angles, lighting, or simple editing to leave much up to the imagination. A holonovel, in which, by its very nature, you had to experience everything the heroine did, had no such luxury. You either left it out altogether, perhaps put in some dialogue to imply it had happened off-screen, or... you went the whole way. Clever camera angles just weren't an option.

It was so much better than the largely emotion-free holo-porn that the Ferengi were likely to serve up. She couldn't, of course, finish the whole novel today, and, like most holonovels, you were supposed to experience it chapter by chapter anyway. But she estimated, from the suggested timing guidelines, that she could get through all of the initial scenes at the country house, and then complete the episode in which, from what she gathered, the feisty young heroine comprehensively lost both her innocence and her virginity. (To which of the dashing young aristocrats, she had no idea – that would be the thrill of playing through it).

The rest could wait for another day, another shore leave.

"Thank you," she said, as the Ferengi owner completed the transaction. "Which holosuite is it?"

"Oh, it's not available yet," he said, trying to look innocent, but, given his race, failing horrendously.

"What?" growled Sumati, a hard edge creeping into her voice.

Her tone evidently registered, and the Ferengi began talking rather more rapidly. "They're all booked up at the moment. If you'd got here just a little bit earlier, there would have been one, but somebody just beat you to it. You've just bought a slot in, let me see... five hours' time. Don't be late. And no refunds! First Rule of..."

"Five hours?!"

"Well, yes, you see, they're..."

"Actually, on second thoughts, I don't want to know. But if it's not ready in five hours, I will wring your neck, understood? I'm sure there must be a Rule of Acquisition about it being hard to make profits when you've just been strangled."

He nodded, backing off and muttering something that sounded like "one hundred and twenty five."

Could this day get any worse? Sumati stormed off, fuming to herself. Even a delayed start like that would leave her enough time, but what was she to do for five hours? Apart from anything else, she was going to need sleep before then, if she didn't want to nod off before Lord Whatshisname got naked.

She was seriously beginning to wonder if she would still be in the mood by the time she did manage to start. But at least she did have a booking, and the Ferengi was unlikely to give up her slot if he wanted to keep his reputation. She just had to find somewhere to spend the meantime.

One of her few lucky breaks in a day of disasters was her discovery that, less than a hundred metres beyond the holosuite complex was a small hotel. It wasn't the most expensive on the station, but it didn't look like a rat-hole, either. All she had to do was rent a room, take a lie-down, set an alarm, and be back at the holosuite on time. Given the short distance, for once, that shouldn't prove an obstacle. And, no matter her worsening mood, she was damned if she was give up after having gone this far.

The hotel was managed by another Ferengi, who appeared rather flustered when she arrived. Perhaps she just looked sufficiently fed up that he sensed he might be in trouble. She booked a room, and then reached for the console to make the transaction before pausing, her finger above the screen.

"You're not going to tell me you're booked up, are you?"

"No... no..."

"You do have rooms available, now? For the night?" 

"Yes, yes, no trouble!" He looked a bit confused at her questions, but at least it was hard to see what else could go wrong at this point.

Apart from an asteroid strike on the station, which she really hoped wasn't likely.

"Good," she said, thumbing in the key, "so which room is it?"

"Ah, right, yes... yes... I've got it here somewhere." He fiddled through a set of electronic keys, somehow having difficulty finding the one he was looking for. Goodness knew how, since some of them had a green 'available' tag actually glowing on them.

Sumati lost patience, reached over and grabbed the nearest green tag. "This one...?"

"Uhhh..."

"It says 'available'."

"Then, yes, yes, that's free. I mean, available, not 'free'... pardon my language. You still have to pay for it."

"I just have paid for it."

"Yes, yes, yes, go right on through. Or..." something seemed to occur to him, "perhaps I should just check something... could you...?"

Ignoring him, Sumati strode off down the corridor into the hotel. What had got into the little weasel? Whatever it was, it wasn't her problem.

She found the door, checking the number against the key, and pressed it into the lock pad. The door slid open and the little light turned red for 'booked'. So the room had been available. Good. Finally, things had stopped going wrong.

Sighing, she stepped inside, and thumbed the light switch as she door slid shut. The room remained in blackness, and she stabbed at the switch again. Nothing. She was about to let out a loud expletive when she felt herself suddenly grabbed from behind, and cold, sharp steel pressed against her throat.

"And now," said a deep voice right by her ear, "...you die!"

---***---

Sumati froze, petrified. She could feel the sharp blade pressed against her skin, a muscular arm wrapped about her shoulder, and warm breath on the back of her neck. The moment seemed to drag out as she waited, helpless, for her assailant to finish her off.

Instead, the knife was pulled away rapidly, and she found herself pushed away violently.

"You are not Patrick O'Leary!" shouted the deep voice, angrily.

She had had enough. Every single thing was going wrong today! Couldn't she even get a lie-down in peace? She span around on her heels, and finally vented her frustration.

"No I'm bloody well not! What the hell do you think you're doing, jumping people in their hotel rooms? What the fuck is this? I've been threatened, cheated, nearly beaten up – twice – and now you're trying to murder me because you think I'm some man I've never heard of? This is insane! You're insane! How the hell does anyone get any peace around here?"

"You are not Patrick O'Leary," said the man, more insistently this time.

Sumati slapped him.

It was only then that the nature of her assailant fully sunk in. He was a Klingon warrior. She had just slapped a Klingon warrior. Holding a drawn blade.

Fortunately, he seemed as shocked as she was, staring at her in amazement, his eyes wide in the near darkness. He put a hand up to his face, where she had just slapped him, and held it there for a moment, in apparent bemusement.

Then he let out a short booming laugh. "Lights!" he called, and the room was suddenly illuminated.

"Well met... Starfleet," he said, apparently seeing her uniform for the first time. "Few would have the bravery for that." He grinned, "but perhaps you should not strike me again. That might be... unwise."

The Klingon stood over two metres tall, with the muscular build typical of his race. His skin was pale tan, somewhat lighter than her own, and his hair black and shoulder length. He was, she estimated, a young man, not much older than herself, his beard neatly trimmed into a goatee. Aside from the knife, he appeared to be unarmed, although she doubted that would make much difference should she decide to attack him again.

"What... what are you doing in here?" she managed, trying to keep her voice steady, but not really succeeding.

He thought for a moment before giving a brief snort and then, to her relief, thrusting his wicked looking blade back into the sheath at his belt. "I seek to rid the galaxy of Patrick O'Leary," he said, as if this explained everything.

"So why were you hiding in my room?"

"This is not your room. It is mine."

She held out the electronic key with its little tag, now glowing red to signify that the room was occupied. "No," she told him, her voice calmer now, but still with an angry edge to it, "I don't think so."

He looked at the small device, and then swore. "P'takh of a Ferengi! That key was not for you." He began to pace the room angrily. "O'Leary was to meet me here. He was to be given that key, thinking that this was a meeting to arrange a deal. And then to meet his doom, like the coward he is."

Sumati recalled with horror how she had practically snatched the key from the hotel owner, ignoring his own apparent confusion. What had she just blundered into?

"Who is he?" she asked, unable to think of anything else to say.

"An arms dealer and traitor. He has been arming, shall we say, undesirable elements, raiders and insurgents who have harmed the Klingon Empire, and your own Federation, too. You should want him dead as much as I do."

"Perhaps I would, if I had heard of him." She doubted that was the case; the Federation did not believe in the death penalty, and neither did she. But it seemed best to humour the man.

He nodded, apparently satisfied with her remark, "I had planned to assassinate him myself, to claim the glory of removing his stain from the galaxy. He is a coward and an outcast; he did not deserve to die a warrior's death. A slit throat and an ignominious end, that is what he should face."

"You still think he's coming?"

"No," said the Klingon, shoulders slumping slightly, "not now. He is late already, and now you have the key to the room. These rooms are sound-proofed; he could not even knock on the door if he wanted. Although I suspect, given his lateness, that he has somehow got wind of my scheme, or at least fears that the meeting is not genuine. I do not believe he will arrive now. I have failed."

It wasn't her problem. "Well, if you don't mind, I'll leave," she told him, eyeing him carefully to see his response. 

She needn't have bothered; he just wearily waved his arm in the direction of the door, not even bothering to look at her. Still walking slowly, in case he became violent again, she went up to it, and thumbed the key in.

Nothing happened. She tried it again. Still nothing.

She turned to look at the Klingon, and he stared back at her this time, as if suspecting a trick. "Why do you not leave?" he asked, accusingly.

"The door won't open. The key isn't working."

He frowned, and then suddenly strode to the door, pushing her out of the way, and pressing his own key to the lock. It worked no better than her own.

"The lock... does not work!" he said, spitting out the words.

"Yes, I know. Why not?"

He remained silent for a moment, and then let out a shout that almost made Sumati jump. "That damn Ferengi!" he shouted, "he has betrayed me! I shall wring his scrawny neck. He must have trapped me in here while O'Leary made his escape from the station! The room is locked from the outside. We are trapped here!"

Sumati said nothing. Not for the first time, she reflected that her day had managed to take a turn for the worse when it seemed that it had already reached its nadir.

The Klingon pounded on the door, shouting to be released, and explaining in graphic detail what he would do to the hotel owner as soon as he got out. Sumati doubted that this was going to be an effective method of persuasion. She waited until he got bored, leaning up against the door, panting with frustration.

"It's sound-proofed, remember?" she told him, "even if he wants to let you out so that you can disembowel him, which I doubt. Why don't you let me try?"

"And what good can you do, human? You think your voice is louder than mine?"

"No, but I'm an engineer. Perhaps I can get the lock open."

"Oh." 

He stepped out of the way. Soon she had the panel off, and with the warrior fuming behind her, got to work on the circuits. Soon, however, she had to admit defeat, rolling back onto her haunches. "If I had my PADD..." she said, "but there's nothing I can do here without tools."

"So we are trapped?"

She turned to look at him, "you said he's already late. So won't your friends be coming to look for you soon?"

He looked down at the floor, suddenly sheepish. "They do not know I am here."

"What?"

He glared at her, "you think I asked permission for this? Of course not, it is my own plan! My Captain does not know where I am. She thinks I am simply on shore leave. They will not miss me until I fail to return to the ship."

Sumati filed away the 'she' for future reference, but instead said, "so how long will that be?"

"Twelve hours. Unless your people look for you first."

"Not in that time. I'm supposed to be on shore leave, too. You're seriously telling me we're stuck here in this room for twelve hours?" He didn't reply, just yelled, and kicked the wall. She felt like doing the same; her holosuite booking would be long gone by then, and there wouldn't be time left for it, anyway.

Sighing, she got to her feet. "Nothing else for it, then," she said, and thumbed her communication badge. "Ensign Chennapragada to USS Endeavour. Requesting beam out." 

Silence. 

She looked at the Klingon. "Sound-proofed and communication proofed?"

He nodded. "I imagine most people renting these rooms do not wish to be disturbed. It is a Ferengi hotel."

"Just great..." she muttered, seeing any chance at a real shore leave finally vanish into nothingness. 

Who knew how long it would be before she got the chance at another one? She threw herself onto the bed, rolling over onto her back and thumping her head against the pillow in frustration. She stared up at the ceiling as she heard the Klingon stomping about and occasionally kicking the wall. At least he wasn't taking it out on her, she supposed.

She lay there for a while, completely out of ideas. Twelve hours locked in a smallish room, with only a pissed off alien warrior for company. She would rather be fixing the plumbing in the officer's head. 




A Bad Day for Shore Leave



Speaking of which... a strange smell was creeping into her nostrils. A few moments later she identified it as the Nausicaan beer. Her jacket was dry now, but not properly cleaned. She pulled herself up in the bed, seeing the Klingon now standing in the middle of the room, arms crossed, and thick eyebrows creased in a sulky frown.

"You don't mind if I take this off?" she asked, more for the sake of saying something than in expectation of a response, "I got beer on it earlier, and it still smells."

The Klingon grunted, uninterested, and she pulled the uniform jacket off, balling it up and throwing it to the far side of the room. Her vest wasn't entirely free of the odour, either, but she wasn't taking that off, so this would have to do.

"Gah!" she said as another thought struck her. "Twelve hours? We haven't even got anything to eat. I'll be starving by then."

"You are hungry now?" asked the Klingon.

"No," she admitted, "but I will be by then. And that's assuming they find us straight away."

The Klingon grunted, and stepped to one side, waving his arm behind him. Sumati's eyes widened, as she saw a replicator set into the far wall. There would be a fee for using it, of that she was sure, but, now that she thought about it, this was a hotel room, so it made sense. The door she had only just noticed on the wall to her left presumably led to a bathroom, too.

"Ah, well, then," she said, "I suppose it could be worse. At least we won't go hungry."

"You, perhaps not," replied her reluctant companion, "but replicators can never manage proper Klingon food. It is edible, but..." he made a short retching sound.

"Really?" Did they have chefs on board Klingon vessels, then? "Anyway, can't you try some other cuisine for a change? At least it would be prepared properly."

"You suggest I eat human food?" he looked offended, "I have tried it, from a replicator, as you say. It is bland and tasteless."

Sumati smiled to herself, "you," she said pointing, "have not tried a proper curry. When you get hungry tell it to prepare..." she thought for a second, "kolhapuri mutton rassa. With extra chilli, I'd suggest."

He looked at her quizzically, before deciding she wasn't joking. "Very well, I shall." 

He sat down in the room's only chair, a medium-sized one, upholstered in mock leather. He looked a little uncomfortable in it, his bulk and the thickness of his armour not suiting its relatively narrow confines. He wriggled about a bit, frowning at the chair, as if it was somehow to blame. He did a lot of frowning, she had noticed.

He got up again. "Perhaps I do not need the armour," he announced, "and it would not do for me to be better protected than you, for it shows fear."

Sumati raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. He wasn't taking that much notice of her anyway. Still, she watched with interest as he unbuckled the bulky hauberk, with its large shoulder pads, and set it aside the chair before sitting down again. 

"Much better," he announced. "But I know what would be better still. If you will have me eat human food, then I shall return the honour." 

He got up out of the chair again, having sat in it for no more than a few seconds, and walked over to the replicator. Beneath the armour he was wearing a seamless black shirt with a high collar, tight enough to show the muscles of his arms and what Sumati thought was a slight set of ridges down his spine. His shoulders were broad, even without the pads to accentuate them, and his belly taut without a trace of fat. Callisthenics, she supposed, were a daily routine for Klingon warriors.

"Warnog, two," he said, and waited as the replicator hummed to life.

When he turned round again, he was holding two pitchers of what she assumed was some kind of drink. He placed one on the table by the bed, before retreating to his chair, and taking a gulp of his own.

She raised the pitcher, and resisted the temptation to sniff at it. It looked to be a clear fluid, giving no hint as to what it might taste of. Taking his lead, and sitting up on the bed, she took a deep gulp and swallowed a mouthful of it down. It was strong, alcoholic, and, she supposed, not unlike a potent lager, but with more of a bitter flavour to it.

"Whoa..." she said as the fiery drink began to warm her. "You know, that's not bad."

The Klingon grinned, leaning back in the chair as he took another swig. "Kurdok of the House of Khurless," he announced, and it took a second before she realised what he meant.

"Ensign Sumati Chennapragada," she told him in reply. Not that he hadn't heard the surname already, she reflected.

"So, Ensign Sumati," he said, getting the name more or less right the first time, "why have I not heard of this 'curry' before?"

She laughed, and took another sip of the warnog – smaller this time, since she didn't want to get drunk. "I have no idea," she said, "it's a common enough dish. There was a time in England when young men would try to show their worthiness by eating the strongest curry they could find. Showing off the strength of their stomachs, I guess."

"A warrior's food, then? I did not think humans had such things."

"If you like. At least, that seems to be what they thought. It's just regular food where I come from."

Kurdok thought about this for a moment, "then you are not from this Ing-Gland?"

"No, no, I was born in Mumbai. It's a big city in the tropics."

"And the people there are warriors? There seem to be few such among humans today."

"In the past there were more, Earth had as much of a warrior culture as any world. Well, perhaps not as much as Klingons, but we did have many warriors. Knights, samurai, Vikings... my own ancestors were Kshatriya – ruling warriors."

"But no longer." It was a statement, not a question.

"I'm an engineer, I told you. But, come on, all Klingons can't be warriors. Somebody has to design the disruptors and the warp drives. They may be useful for conquest, but you don't discover hyperspace theory by thinking solely about tactics."

"As my captain sometimes says," he nodded, "but we all understand that the warrior ideal is the highest."

It was like some of the conversations she'd had with the alien crewmen on the Endeavour, except that she knew rather less about Klingon culture to start with. She had thought of them only as violent brutes, except that they had a sense of honour that set them apart from the likes of the Nausicaans. Other than that, she knew little, and she wasn't even sure how true that was. Klingons had discovered faster-than-light travel on their own – at least so far as she knew – so they were hardly stupid.

Of course, the ones she had met earlier in the day had hardly done much to dispel the myth, and she did not want Kurdok to suddenly turn on her like that, so she forbore from saying anything about how the Federation viewed the role of warriors in society.

"I've told you where I come from," she said instead, "what about you?"

Kurdok looked down into his drink, perhaps wondering how much he should tell her. The Federation and the Empire were not at war, at least not now, but they were hardly close friends, either.

"A small place," he said, eventually, "a town in the countryside, in a southern part of Qo'nos. The homeworld, yes, but far from the main cities. It is a cold and harsh land, a good place for building strength and determination. In the past, food was hard to come by. My ancestors were warriors, yes, but also hunters."

"Sounds about as unlike Mumbai as it's possible to be," she told him, "it's one of the largest cities on Earth. Even with modern technology, it feels crowded, although it was probably more so in the past. But it makes it easier to live on a spaceship, I guess. I never grew up with great open spaces."

"Your ship is the Endeavour?" he asked, before taking another swig of the drink. "To strive, or struggle. Not a bad name for a Federation starship."

"Sorry to disappoint you, but it is named for a famous ship of exploration, not a warship. Not all great endeavours are on the field of combat, I'm afraid, at least not on Earth. Although, if it helps, the captain of the original died in battle. Although that was later, I think. So what is your ship? I didn't see it when we arrived here."

Kurdok made a sound that the universal translator refused to handle, presumably because the word had no equivalent in Marathi. "What is that?" she asked, "a place or the name of somebody?" 

"An animal," he said. He put the drink down and held out his hand in a clenched fist, "about this big. Lots of legs, deadly poisonous bite."

"A tarantula?" offered Sumati.

"Perhaps," he said, his translator evidently having handled that word no better than her own had handled his.

"Well, here's to the IKS Tarantula," said Sumati, downing more of the Klingon ale, "may she bite people many times her own size."

She got a broad grin in response. Evidently it had been the right thing to say. Despite the unpleasantness of their initial meeting, Sumati was beginning to warm to Kurdok. He seemed very different to the other Klingons she had met today, or those she had heard of. Of course he was a warrior, inclined to see all things in terms of conflict, but he was being pleasant enough, under the circumstances, as trapped here as she was, and trying to make the best of it.

The warnog was warming her, too, although she had not drunk enough to get tipsy. The stuff wasn't bloodwine, or some other ridiculously potent drink. She supposed that no captain wanted drunken Klingons all over their warship, and she suspected that a Klingon crew could drink a lot of this stuff, with much banging of cups and warlike singing, without running the risk of that happening.

"You have this on your ship? We're only allowed synthehol."

"Of course!" he replied, "only the real thing. Perhaps humans are too weak to drink much real alcohol?"

"I'm drinking this aren't I?" she said, before proving the point again.

"You are a good human," he said, nodding, "strong in heart, if not in body. Will matters more than muscle, as my captain would say. I think she may be right in this. Sometimes."

"Your captain sounds interesting."

He grunted. "Perhaps. She is unusual, I would say. But what of yours? Your captain that does not allow alcohol? Is he dull, then?"

"She's a Vulcan. Which says all you need to know, really. I'm not sure she understands human needs all that well. Although the synthehol isn't just her; that's Starfleet regulations."

"A Vulcan? Ha! I suspect one such as you chafes under the command of a Vulcan. Am I right?"

"Not really," said Sumati, defensively, "she's a good captain, and I'm a Starfleet officer. We just have different ideas about how to have a good time off-duty, that's all."

"Your loyalty is admirable. And you are right: even Klingon warriors have their differences. Or I would not be here. But still... I doubt that even a Vulcan's idea of a good time is sitting in an empty hotel room."

Kurdok pulled himself up out of the chair and began pacing the carpet again, his scowl indicating that he had clearly lost interest in further conversation. Sumati sighed and tried to ignore him, closing her eyes to see if she could get some sleep, and the time would pass quicker that way.

It was no use. She opened her eyes again, and watched the Klingon walking back and forth, occasionally casting an angry glance at the partially disassembled lock.

"Can't you do some exercises or something?" she asked in exasperation. It had to be better than wearing a hole in the carpet.

"Why not?" he agreed. "A warrior needs to keep in shape."

Kurdok sat down on the chair, and began to pull his boots off. She raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. Presumably it was more comfortable that way, and she had to admit the boots did look rather heavy and bulky. She was more surprised, though, when his next act was to stand up, and to pull off his shirt as well. Straightening his belt, he dropped to the floor, and began to perform press-ups.

From her angle lying down on the bed, she couldn't see much, but curiosity compelled her to pull herself up straight for a better view. She could still only see his back, and that only half the time, but even so she could see that the ridges on his forehead continued down his spine. Some kind of skeletal armour, she supposed, evolved to protect his spinal cord.

Soon, he switched to doing sit-ups. Sumati found, to her surprise, that she was admiring his body. Blushing slightly, and hoping he hadn't noticed, she turned her head away. He was a Klingon, after all. If she hadn't been admiring non-humans in that way during her time on the Endeavour, his was hardly the race she should be starting with!

Unconsciously, her eyes drifted back towards Kurdok's half-naked body. Oh, why not, she thought, as she caught herself admiring him again. I'm only watching after all, and he's only bare above the waist.

She had to admit, he looked rather impressive. His chest was broad and muscular, as she had already deduced, and looked much like that of a human, anatomically. He was moderately hairy, but less so than she might have expected, given his long hair and beard. His abdominal muscles were well-defined, taut, and starting to glisten with sweat. His arms were powerful, too, although not so muscle-bound as to look odd to human eyes.

Eventually, he stood up, and stretched, and Sumati took the opportunity to drink in every athletic curve of his exposed body. He had already shown more stamina for exercise than she expected all but the fittest of humans could, and he looked barely out of breath, for all the slight beads of sweat against his tanned skin.

"That feels better," he announced, giving no sign that he had noticed her attention. She wasn't sure whether she felt good about that, or not.

"If that's how you like to spend your free time, it's fine by me."

"It is one of the ways," he said, without elaborating further.

"So what else?" she asked, "what do you do on the Tarantula for fun? What is it we're missing out on in Starfleet?"

"Proper drink and food, for one."

"Okay, I'll give you that. At least if replicators aren't good at Klingon food."

She realised she hadn't finished the ale, although Kurdok had done so long ago. She picked up the flagon and downed the remainder, discovering there was more left than she had thought, but determined to get through it in one go. 

"There is combat practice, and tactical games," the Klingon was continuing, "and we can listen to opera and join in with the singing. There is much to do, to keep our spirits up between duties. Klingons live life to the full!"

"Perhaps it helps that you are all the same race and culture. On the Endeavour, humans are a minority. We have members of two dozen different races on the crew. It keeps things varied, but..." she'd almost said too much, "well, I guess there can be some downsides."

"The Klingon Empire employs the best warriors it can. Even our engineers and medics are warriors. There is no room for weaker races on our ships!"

Perhaps it was the alcohol speaking, as the warmth of that last drink spread through her body, but Sumati found herself responding to that as she would not have done less than an hour before. "We aren't 'weaker' races! It's not all about brawn, you said so yourself earlier. The Federation has hardly been a failure, now, has it?"

"Perhaps not. But you are not warriors. That is all I mean."

"You said earlier that wearing more armour than me would have made it seem you were showing fear."

"What of it?" 

"You think I'm showing fear? I mean, I'm just sitting here, not trying to hide. And you're the one with the weapon, remember."

"No," he conceded, sounding a little conciliatory, "you have shown that you have steel in you. I do not think you a coward."

"Good," she said, "thank you. But just to prove I'm not afraid, let's make sure we're equal."

"I have already put the knife away," he indicated it, lying beside his armour now. She hadn't noticed him removing it.

"But I'm wearing more armour than you. As it were." 

She made a show of pulling her boots off and dumping them beside the bed, balling up her socks and tucking them inside. Kurdok grinned, the thought of imitation leather boots as 'armour' evidently amusing him.

"I shall not attack your feet," he promised, sounding solemn.

"Well, what about this?"

She pulled her vest up, over her head and off, then dropped it over the boots before lying back on the bed again. 

"Now we're even," she told him, "besides, it still smelled of Nausicaan beer."

She crossed her arms and looked at him, tilting her chin up a little to look proud. Amazingly, it was only then that it hit her: she was sitting across from a ferocious Klingon warrior, wearing just her uniform trousers and a white sports bra. And Kurdok himself was bare from the waist up. How much of the ale had she drunk to make her do that? She was acting before she was thinking, which was rather unlike her.

But she wasn't backing down, either.

There was a long silence. Kurdok shifted uncomfortably in his chair. "Yes, we are," he said eventually. "You have made your point."

She nodded in agreement, and unfolded her arms, adopting a less confrontational posture. She couldn't help but note though, that, while Kurdok had always maintained eye contact while speaking to her so far, that now his gaze kept flicking downwards. It should have made her nervous, but actually, she felt pleased, a warm glow touching her that no longer had anything to do with the warnog.

"Well, at least you have women on your ship. That must make it easier to 'live life to the full'."

"A woman has as much right to be a warrior as a man."

"No arguments from me on that front." 

Sumati adjusted her position slightly, and flipped her long braid over her shoulder, nestling it in her cleavage. Kurdok's eyes followed it, tracing down its length to where the end rested close to her navel, before darting back to her face, as if hoping she hadn't noticed. She pretended she hadn't.

"Being a warrior is about determination, skill, and honour," he went on, "not gender. Our ancestors once thought otherwise, centuries ago, but we recognise the wastage of that approach."

"Birth control, huh? It had something like that effect on Earth, back in the twentieth century."

"Just so. It liberated many women for combat roles."

"Must help for entertainment on the ship, too. You can't spend all your time in combat practice." 

Sumati rolled over onto her side, propping her head up on one hand, and idly twirling the end of her braid with the other. From this angle, she knew, her cleavage would be more visible to him, and, once again, she saw the movement of his dark eyes.

Kurdok crossed his legs suddenly, and cleared his throat. She suppressed a grin, guessing the effect she was beginning to have on him. How far could she take this teasing? How far did she want to take it? She was, for the first time in her life, leading on an alien, and, of all races, he had to be a Klingon. Was it wise, what she was doing? What if he took it the wrong way?

Was there, she wondered, her heart suddenly jumping, even a wrong way to take it? Yes, he was a Klingon, but did that have to be such a problem? She had come to the station for a purpose, and it had been thwarted at every step. Until, perhaps, now...?

"There are liaisons on the Tarantula," he was saying, "it is understood. Except for the Captain, so far as I know. She keeps out of that. As she has to."

"I guess she would. Our captain doesn't exactly have to deal with the question, though. But it happens on the Endeavour. Even with our range of different species. Even the Captain doesn't forbid that, if it doesn't get in the way of work."




A Bad Day for Shore Leave



"Different species?" He seemed surprised.

Sumati dropped the braid, and casually slid the hand down her side, hooking it into the waist band of her uniform trousers. Kurdok's eyes followed it all the way.

"Sure. Why not?" Not that she'd ever considered it herself before; but she wasn't going to mention that now. "It depends on the species, obviously. Not many humans find Tellarites attractive."

"I see."

There was silence, the Klingon's eyes still fixed on her hand, she not sure whether to move, and neither of them apparently thinking of much else they could say.

As the moment dragged on, Sumati took a decision. Perhaps it was a gamble, but she would risk it.

She slid her hand round to the front of the waistband, and, almost as if it were an unconscious movement, popped open the clasp, moving her hand beneath the fabric so that that the zip slowly pulled apart.

"Does that not happen with Klingons? There are no other species that are attractive to you?" she asked, breaking the silence, "or is it just that you don't often meet other races under the right circumstances?"

"I suppose, yes, it happens. On rare occasions."

She pushed aside the top of her trousers, exposing her hip and part of her knickers. "So it's not that other races are never attractive?"

"I suppose not. To some people." His eyes were on her hip now, not her face.

"What about you?"

"I have never thought about it."

"But now that I've asked," she slid her trousers further down, exposing the top of her thigh, "you can think about it. So?"

His eyes flicked to her face, boring into her, trying to gauge her mood. "Why do you ask?" he said, eventually.

"No reason," she said, rolling onto her back again, both hands free to push her trousers down to her knees. 

Having done enough for the moment, she instead crossed her arms behind her head, resting on her hands, as she watched him. His eyes roved over her exposed body, taking in the swell of her bra, the slim curve of her belly, the contrast of her white knickers against her skin.

"In the right situation, I can see how there might be an appeal," he said slowly.

"And what's the right situation?" Sumati moved her legs, showing him more of her inner thigh, and, not coincidentally, causing her trousers to slide further down.

Kurdok's hands gripped the arms of the chair, making the upholstery creak. He opened his mouth to speak, but then thought better of it, and closed it again. Instead he just stared at her. He seemed, she thought, uncertain, for a warrior.

"There is another question I could ask, instead," she conceded, "if you'd rather."

He raised his eyebrows, looking back at her face again, but still said nothing.

"You seem to be wearing more than I am, again. That's not a problem for your honour, is it? Because I wouldn't want to do that."

He stared at her for a moment, then stood up. Her eyes immediately dropped to his crotch, beneath the tight leather trousers. If she had needed confirmation of his interest, it was definitely there now.

Watching her face with those dark eyes, Kurdok pulled off his belt and cast it aside. Then he pulled his trousers down, revealing powerful, slightly hairy, thighs, and stepped out of them. Then he stood there, no more than two feet from the bed, his arms at his side, still looking at her, his expression unreadable.

Beneath his trousers, he wore a pair of dark-coloured shorts, tight fitting, with padding over the crotch. She couldn't tell how much of the current shape of them was due to the padding, and how much... to what lay beneath. Although that would have to be quite a lot of padding.

"Even," he said, "again."

"Technically," she said, kicking off her trousers altogether so that they fell over the edge of the bed, onto the floor, "I am still wearing one more thing than you." She reached her right hand for the clasp on her bra.

"It does not count."

"It doesn't?"

"No."

"Oh." She flipped the clasp anyway, but made no further move, her bra still preserving her modesty.

"Are you playing with me, Starfleet?" he asked.

"Do I look like I'm playing?"

She leaned forward slightly as she spoke, a bra strap falling loose over one shoulder, the upper curve of her breast clearly visible to his gaze. And gazing he undoubtedly was.

"I do not know; you are human. I do not know how well I understand humans," He gave a wry grin, "but you are not throwing furniture."

"Would you like me to?"

"It is not as necessary as we sometimes make out."

"Well, what would you like me to do?"

He gave out a deep rumble, almost like a lion's purr. "Perhaps..." he looked up to her eyes again, "perhaps I am tired now, and simply wish to sleep."

The disappointment must have shown in her face, for he audibly had to suppress a laugh at her expense. So he was teasing, too?

"I wouldn't want you to sleep on the floor," she said, "or on the chair."

"You do not mind if I share the bed?"

"It is a double. That kind of hotel, remember?"

"Then there is something you should know."

"You snore?" she said, unable to resist.

He grinned, white teeth flashing against his dark beard. "No, but I do sleep naked."

"Then I guess I shouldn't upset tradition."

Her eyes dipped down, over his broad chest and the well-defined muscles of his abdomen, to fix resolutely on his shorts.

Kurdok pulled them down, and stood before her, stark naked, and very obviously interested.

Sumati's eyes went wide, and the Klingon looked downwards, as if expecting to see something had gone shockingly wrong. Apparently finding nothing out of the ordinary, he looked back to her face, heavy brows creased in puzzlement.

Then, realisation seemed to dawn, and he punched the air. "Ha!" he cried, "I knew it! Human males are underdeveloped!"

"It's not that," Sumati told him, and then added, more honestly, "well, not just that. It's..." she nodded towards his jutting erection, "it's ridged."

Kurdok looked down again, more puzzled than ever. "What..." then he threw back his head, and laughed, a booming sound of pure mirth. "You mean human dicks look like..." he chortled, unable to contain himself, "look like their foreheads?"

The padding on his shorts, while real, had been minimal. Fully erect, Sumati judged the Klingon's cock to be well over twenty centimetres long, and with an impressive girth. Beneath it, his scrotum looked almost globular, cased in what appeared to be a hard, leathery, natural armour. Kicking Klingons there must be a lot less effective than it was on humans, she reflected.

But it was to the ridges that her eye had immediately been drawn. They started at the base of the shaft, running upwards, a series of rugged rings beneath the skin that, so far as she could see, entirely encircled his girth. On the underside, facing her, they formed into chevron shapes, pointing upwards, like a set of arrows, towards the bulbous head. 

That, too, seemed wider, in proportion to the shaft, than she had seen on a human, but also slightly more rounded, and a deep plum in colour. It was also clear that, either Kurdok had been circumcised, or Klingons naturally lacked a foreskin.

"Is it a problem?" he asked, and she realised she had been staring in silence for a while.

"Huh?" she said, straightening herself up as she awoke from her reverie. Her bra fell loose as she did so, sliding down her arms. 

Kurdok's eyes widened as he took in her naked breasts, the dark nipples visibly hard and erect. "Oh..." she said, trying to frame a response. He had a huge cock, complete with novelty ribbing, and he was asking her that? "No, I'm really, really, not seeing a problem."

With a sudden leap, he was on the bed, muscular arms either side of her, eyes gazing into hers. Sumati felt a warm glow in her loins, and gasped at the unexpected swiftness of his movement. She ran a hand over one powerful shoulder, feeling the muscles hard beneath the skin, his long dark hair trailing over her fingers.

She reached her hand up behind his neck, noting as she did so that the ridges on his spine, previously hidden by his long hair, evidently continued all the way up. Then she pulled him towards her and, eagerly, their mouths met.

Kurdok's kiss was passionate, possessive, crushing his lips against hers, his tongue pushing between her teeth. His breath was warm on her face as he devoured her, his weight pressing down on her, pressing her bare back into the warm softness of the sheets and mattress. His beard tickled, but she hardly noticed, so intent was she on other sensations.

Her right hand was still on his head, running through the long hair, finding it surprisingly silky between her fingers. Her other hand gripped his shoulder, and then moved across his back, finding the hard ridges of his spine, their knobbly feel unfamiliar, and intriguingly different. 

His fingers were rough, perhaps used to the manual labour of bat'leth fighting. One slid down her flank, caressing her almost gently, while the other grabbed a thigh, lifting it up beside his hip, fingers digging into the flesh. She could feel the warm length of his cock against the inside of her other thigh, and moved her left hand further down, towards the small of his back, and what lay beyond.

They were still kissing, lost in the moment, and Sumati realised that she was struggling to breathe. She tugged his hair with her right hand, but he either didn't notice, or thought it was all part of the fun. She tugged harder, letting out a muffled yelp in the hope that that might be a clearer signal.

Evidently, it was, for the next thing she knew, he was releasing her, and she was gasping for breath, filling her lungs. He seemed barely winded, leaning back and partly off her. Instead, he gazed downward, watching her breasts rising and falling as she regained her breath, then looked up towards her eyes. She grinned, between the now quietening pants, trying to show him that there was nothing wrong, and that she was happy to continue.

He grinned too, dropping her thigh and rolling over onto one side, so that he wasn't quite so heavy against her any more, just one leg lying over one of hers. He ran his free hand along her side, stroking her, their dark eyes locked together, each intrigued by the other's reactions.

The hand moved round to her front, cupping her nearest breast. He gave it a light squeeze, fingers roaming over its surface, and then pushed it up slightly, trapping her nipple between the base of his middle and index fingers, rubbing her swollen aureole. He pressed the fingers together slightly, and jerked them upwards, tweaking and pulling on her. She cried out in appreciation, the feeling intense, yet pleasurable.

"Your body is so soft..." said Kurdok, almost purring, "so different..."

She said nothing, just moving her left hand up to his face, stroking his prominent cheekbones, before running her fingertips over the ridges along the side of his forehead. He opened his mouth slightly, panting, eyes moving down to where his hand was still massaging her breast.

The Klingon leaned in, kissing her once on the lips, and then extending his tongue to lap at her chin. He moved slowly, the tip of his tongue dabbing down her throat, making her catch her breath. Sumati rained kisses across his forehead, wondering how well he could feel them through the bony armour, but not really caring. 

Soon, though he was too low even for that. He wrapped his lips around her free breast, his tongue slathering over her hard and swollen nipple, sucking gently on her, beard tickling once again, his right hand still kneading the other breast.

He switched sides, and she shifted beneath him to give him a better angle. Her loins were on fire now, and she was very conscious of the feel of his cock, still pressed against her thigh. But he seemed in no hurry to give up his present prize, sometimes just pulling himself slightly away to catch her nipple between his lips, before pressing himself in once again.

The way he was nuzzling and caressing her breasts was wonderful, but Sumati did not want it to last forever. She wanted more, much more, an ache growing between her legs that could not long be denied.

"Lower," she gasped, hands gripping his shoulders, and trying to push him in that direction, "I need you to go lower."

He obliged, at last, pressing kisses along her belly, hands now stroking her thighs with a gentle, yet firm, pressure.

Just as he was about to reach her hips, the warrior sat up straight on the bed, obviously admiring the body laid out before him, Sumati's breasts still glistening from his recent attentions. He was panting slightly, but it seemed more with passion than with exertion, as his hands gripped her sides.

With another sudden motion, he moved them to her buttocks and pulled her up and forward, onto his lap, her legs spread wide either side of his powerful abdomen. He snarled, and made a sharp growl as his fingers grabbed the sides of her knickers and then yanked them apart.

The fabric ripped, and Sumati let out a yell of surprise. With a few more desperate motions, Kurdok shredded the garment into fragments, hurling the torn rags across the room. She looked at him in shock for a moment, before relaxing into a wry grin and a half-laugh. She could always replicate more.

She was now completely naked before him, legs spread, everything on display. For a few seconds, he sat there, silently, perhaps admiring the view, then he took a finger, and ran it along the length of her crack.

Sumati was damp, hot, her lips engorged, and she shivered in delight, even letting out a small moan of desire as she felt his rough finger stroke her. He held it up to the light, and she was not surprised to see the tip covered in moisture. The Klingon popped the finger into his mouth, and smiled.

"You taste good," he informed her.

"Then taste me properly."

"Yes," he groaned, as softly as his bass voice could manage, "yes..."

He adjusted his position, moving so that he was now leaning over the back of the bed, arms gripping her thighs, feet on the floor. He pressed his face into her groin, tongue probing rapidly between her folds. Sumati let out a much louder groan this time, unable to stop herself. One hand gripped the sheets as the other pressed onto the Klingon's head, once again feeling the many ridges on his forehead.

He continued to suck and lick her, nose pressing into her mound, tongue moving deep inside her. As before, he barely seemed to stop for breath, exploring every fold, responding to her every gasp, her every cry of encouragement.

Finally, he pulled his head back, grinning, some of her juices evident on his beard. He clambered up quickly onto the bed, leaning over her, and they kissed again, her hands squeezing his firm body, trying to caress as much of him as she could. She could still taste herself on his tongue, but knew, from the heat in her loins, that she had much further to go.

Kurdok pulled away from the kiss more quickly this time, judging it better than he had before. He loomed over her, and grabbed her arms, pressing them against the bed, held out horizontally to either side. She could hardly move as she looked up at the fierce Klingon warrior above her, and then downward, between his legs to the erection that now hovered centimetres above her groin.

His eyes swept over her body, too, although there was nothing now that he had not seen, and little he did not seem to have tasted.

"Please..." she murmured, gaze moving rapidly between his cock and his eyes.

"Please what?" he asked, "I want to hear you say it, Starfleet. Tell me what you want me to do to you, Ensign. Do to your gorgeous human body."

"Kurdok of the House of Khurless," she said, noting that he seemed pleased that she had remembered his affiliation, "just fuck me, will you?"

"Yes," he growled, his voice full of desire, "oh, yes..."

He adjusted himself slightly, lowering his hips, pushing her thighs aside with his knees. He still held her arms, leaving her unable to move, his dark eyes fixed on hers, drinking in every expression on her face. She could feel the head of his cock resting against her lips and let out a small mewl of anticipation.

With a grunt, Kurdok pushed his way inside, just the head at first, and then, slowly, more and more of his length. He felt even bigger than he had looked, flooding Sumati with incredible sensations. It was as if she hadn't realised until this moment how many months it had been, and she let out a long groan of long-delayed release. Her hands clenched and unclenched as she lay there, spread-eagled, in the iron grasp of his hands and the delightful pressure of the Klingon's cock inside her.

Kurdok began to move his hips, slowly pressing himself in and out of her body. He let out a gasp of surprised pleasure, his fierce features softening with a look of pure delight. He released her arms, lowering his chest onto hers, still grinding into her with unexpected gentleness.

Sumati's arms gripped his shoulders, fingers digging into the firm muscle, feeling the motion of his back, as her hard nipples pressed against his powerful chest. He was heavy on top of her, but the feeling was pleasurably reassuring, and not at all uncomfortable. Her moans were protracted, in time with his slow thrusting, as Kurdok let out little grunts of pleasure.

His rough hands were caressing her, running over her body, from her armpits to her thighs, sometimes slipping behind her back, raising her hips up slightly to meet his motions. Sumati's right hand slid down to the small of his back, feeling the rugged ridges of his spine, once again reminding her that he was not human, but delightfully, powerfully, Klingon.

Her opening was stretched wide by his girth, which was greater than that of any human male she had slept with. She could feel the ridges, rounded and covered with soft skin, yet oh so evident inside her. Every time he moved his hips, they rubbed against her clit, stimulating her yet further.

As one thrust caused Sumati to let out her most satisfied moan yet, Kurdok moved a hand to her face, stroking her cheek as he stared into her eyes, his other hand exploring her flanks.

"You are so soft," he said, voice thick with passion, "and yet so tight. Why have I never..." he groaned in wonder, a deep rumble in his throat, "I have never felt... oh, yes, yes..."

Moments later, though, he withdrew with a sigh, rolling off of her to lie on his side. Sumati whimpered with frustration; she felt suddenly empty, and was not yet ready for a breather, even if he was. She ran a hand over his chest, through the short hair there, feeling the shape of the powerful muscles beneath the skin.

"Are all humans like you?" he wondered, casually stroking her belly, and apparently willing to take his own time.

"Oh, I shouldn't think so," replied Sumati, "I'd make the most of this chance, if I were you."

"Hmm... perhaps our peoples should have been doing something other than fighting all these years. There would have been no loss of honour in spending our days as allies against the Romulans or Cardassians, and our nights as allies of a different kind."

She didn't want to talk. She rolled over to push her body against his, scratching his chest lightly with her fingernails to get his attention. He just smiled, so she dug in a little harder.

"They'd better be long nights," she informed him.

He just grunted, so she took one of his brown nipples between her fingers and gave it a sharp tweak. At that, he gave a low growl, and bent over to whisper into her ear.

"So you want to play rough, Starfleet?"

She had no idea what a Klingon's idea of 'rough' was, and couldn't help wondering if it would end with broken bones if he underestimated the fragility of her human body.

"I just want you," she said instead, nuzzling into his neck, "to show me what it's like to have a real warrior take me over the edge."




A Bad Day for Shore Leave



"Oh, I have not finished, Starfleet," he told her, "I have barely begun."

Kurdok raised himself up into a sitting position, and gripped Sumati's shoulders, gently but firmly rolling her over onto her front. Sensing his intention, she settled herself into position, wrapping her arms around the large, comfortable, pillow as she pushed her hindquarters up into the air, legs slightly spread.

He positioned himself behind her, running his hands over her buttocks and thighs. "Beautiful..." she heard him sigh, almost to himself. His thumbs pressed into her lips, pulling them a little apart, his breathing becoming a little deeper as he did so.

Sumati let out a yell as suddenly, and without warning, he thrust himself inside her, much harder than he had before. With a delighted sense of shock, she realised that, the last time, he had been holding himself back, not pushing himself all the way in. Her hands gripped the pillow, knuckles whitening as a high pitched gasp escaped her mouth. He was even bigger than she had thought!

She could feel his rounded ball-sack pressed into her, hips hard against hers, as his hands roughly grasped her body, pulling it up a little as he remained in position, filling her more than she had thought possible.

Panting, Kurdok eventually pulled himself all the way out, only to perform a second, equally powerful, thrust. Words failed Sumati as he began to move inside her, hips building up a slow rhythm that gradually increased in pace. He was incredible, better even than before, huge cock pumping in and out, skin slapping against hers as the bed began to creak with his exertions. The ridges on his member ground repeatedly against her swollen clit as Sumati cried out again and again.

She turned her head back over her shoulder to look at him, watched the muscles on his abdomen flexing as he continued to pound into her, with no signs of exhaustion in sight. His face was wild, lips pulled back, groans of pleasure escaping his throat. He looked fiercely, defiantly, Klingon, long hair falling around his shoulders, beard bristling, eyes wide with a mixture of ferocity and unbridled passion.

"Do you like it... Ensign?" he asked, seeing her looking towards her, his speech punctuated by his own pants and groans.

All she could do was moan in response, too engulfed in the pleasure to formulate even the most basic of replies. She turned her head round again, resting her chin against the pillow, as her body continued to push back against his, in time with the steady, pounding rhythm of his motion inside her.

"Say it..." he grunted, digging his fingers into her buttocks, "I want to... hear it... what is it... like to have... a true warrior... fucking you? Tell me..."

Still, she couldn't reply, although her moans of uninhibited pleasure must surely have been telling him all he needed to know. His hands grabbed her waist, pulling her up onto her elbows. He leaned over her, reaching his left hand down, to grasp her hanging breast, kneading it between his fingers.

"Tell me..." he grunted again.

Not breaking the rhythm for a second, he released her breast, and his right hand caressed the back of her neck, before flipping up the long braid that was now hanging beside her, to lay it across the middle of her back.

"Tell me..." he yanked the braid, pulling her hair, "tell me..." again, harder this time.

It wasn't as painful as it could have been, but the slight change in sensation was just enough to bring Sumati to something at least slightly closer to her normal state of mind.

"I love it..." she managed, "I fucking love it... just don't... stop... don't stop until I..."

He grabbed her breast once again, leaning over her until she could feel his warm breath on her neck. The speed of his motion increased, and she found herself responding in kind, her moans near continuous now, only pausing as she drew ragged breaths to fill her lungs.

She was close, so close... and her partner was certainly not letting up for a second. Sumati came, a blinding orgasm washing over her, better than any in her life until this moment. She could barely hear him crying out himself, so overwhelming was the force of her own sensation. Her legs collapsed, shaking, and he fell on top of her, cock at last sliding free from her aching pussy.

She lay there for a while, gasping, as Kurdok stroked her belly, evidently savouring the 'soft' body. Once she had recovered her breath, though, she rolled over on her side, facing him.

"Mmm... that was good," she told him, voice husky, "very good."

She ran a hand over his chest, feeling the firm muscles of his pectorals, and running through the short hair – sparser than on many humans, she thought, although that might just have been him. Her hand trailed lower, casually, as she lay there in post-coital bliss, simply admiring his body. She could feel the curve of every muscle, not exaggerated, as they were on bodybuilders, but undeniably powerful. 

She dipped a little lower... and discovered, to her surprise, that he was still fully erect. Hadn't they just...? But, no, she realised: she had climaxed, but Kurdok had not. He had still, somehow, held himself back from the final act. Which meant, surely, that he had not finished?

Sumati slid her hand round to the base of the Klingon's cock, through the thick hatch of pubic hair. His scrotum was, as she had previously seen, somewhat globular, and it felt solid beneath her questing fingers, like a thin layer of soft leather stretched over some harder material. It was large, too, the balls inside presumably much bigger proportionally than those of a human.

She looked into his eyes as she began to move her hand back up. His dark orbs were focussed on hers, breath coming slow and shallow, a slight smile on his lips. Down below, she moved by touch alone, feeling each individual ridge on his hard member, perfectly delineated beneath the skin.

She tried, experimentally, but she couldn't reach her hand all the way around his girth; her fingers and thumb could not quite reach on the far side. She slid it further up, as Kurdok continued to watch her face. The head was rounded, flared slightly at the base, a slick shape of smooth, damp skin beneath her fingertips.

"I don't know about Klingon women," she said quietly, not moving her eyes from his as she continued to stroke the tip of his cock, "but human women do not take long to..." she paused for effect, and gave her prize a tight squeeze and a quick tug, "...re-arm."

He grinned, showing a flash of white teeth, and pushed her over onto her back again, looming over her. He lay partially on top of her, kissing her passionately, their tongues entwining as his hands massaged her breasts. He broke free of the kiss, still grinning, and moved down a little, sucking a nipple into his mouth.

"Wonderful..." he sighed, before turning his attention to the other side, eyes glancing up to see her response as plundered her breasts once again.

It was good, but she was ready for more, even so soon after their last coupling. It was not long before he obliged her, grabbing a pillow and sliding it beneath her buttocks to push her sex up slightly. Kneeling, he lifted one of her legs by the calf, sliding his other hand down the inside of her thigh, then placing his hand over the still damp slit, rubbing it slightly until she whimpered in mixed pleasure and anticipation.

Still holding her leg, but moving his other hand now to one of her breasts, Kurdok pushed himself firmly inside her. Sumati arched her back, moaning loudly as he began to move, his cock filling her, that bulbous head stretching her innermost reaches in time with his slow thrusts.

Kurdok was panting in time with his motions, his eyes wide open, as if not wanting to miss a single motion of the body spread out before him. She could see his muscles flexing beneath the skin, his broad chest rising and falling as his breathing became deeper, and admired how his fierce, Klingon, face was so suffused with ecstasy.

He released her leg, and she immediately wrapped it around his body as he lowered herself onto her, chest now pressing against her breasts, one hand holding the small of her back, as the other stroked her cheek.

"Sumati..." he groaned, the first time he had used her name since they started, "oh, Sumati..."

She responded in kind, calling his name as the motion of her hips matched the gradually increasing speed of his thrusts. One hand gripped the back of his neck, tangled in the long dark hair, while another dropped to his tight buttocks, feeling their steadily pounding motion.

The ridges on his cock were rubbing over her clit ever faster as he continued, and she knew that, once again, she would not be able to last much longer. She cried out his name with more urgency this time, his huge member stretching her, filling her, driving her to heights she had never known.

Kurdok let out a low growl, increasing in pitch as he moved ever harder, ever faster. His teeth were bared, his eyes wild, as the bed creaked with outrage and Sumati's loud and uninhibited cries all but drowned out the slap of skin on skin.

She couldn't take any more, her body jerking as she succumbed to the second overwhelming climax of the night. Simultaneously, Kurdok grabbed her buttocks, lifting them up and off the bed as he let out a sudden roar of triumph and passion, ejaculating forcefully inside her.

Incredibly, he did not stop, still pounding hard into Sumati's aching slit, prolonging an orgasm that was already stunning in its ferocity. Kurdok's roar continued too, as he came again and again inside his human partner.

Sumati lost all sense of time as the sensations overcame her. In retrospect, she would suppose that Kurdok's climax had only lasted a matter of seconds, although still far longer than she could imagine it possibly would for any human man. And all the while, he pumped more of his seed inside her, his ejaculation inhumanly prolonged.

When at last he finished, and pulled free, Kurdok collapsed on the bed beside her, chest heaving, and they both lay there for a while, motionless and exhausted. Eventually, they rolled together, kissing softly, before Sumati buried her head in the crook of his neck, holding him close to her. 

With remarkable gentleness, Kurdok stroked her body, fingers running over her head and back as they lay there, legs entwined. In time, the softness of his touch and the aftermath of their exertions sent her into a comfortable sleep, nursed by the warmth of the Klingon's body.

---***---

She woke up, an unknown time later, as he disentangled herself from her. At first, she whimpered, trying to pull him back into the comfort of their mutual embrace, but as she came more fully awake, she let him go and rolled away, pulling the loose pillow into her arms and holding it against her body.

She watched him as he stalked across the room, admiring the shape of his backside as he stepped towards the inner door, the one leading towards the bathroom. He opened it, and stepped inside, turning back towards her as he did so.

"I need a shower," he told her, quietly, "especially after that."

She smiled, raising herself up on one arm, the other still clutching the pillow. 

"What's the time?"

He looked over towards a small digital clock set into the wall. "We slept for a while, I think. But I fear there are eight hours still to go in this room."

"Then I'll need a shower, too," she agreed, and grinned, throwing away the pillow. "Hope you don't mind if I share. Then you can show me how long it takes Klingon men to re-arm."

"Not long at all," he informed her, and she could see his cock already starting to stiffen, the ridges becoming more prominent as it did so.

"I hope not. Although, with eight hours to kill, you may need to demonstrate it to me quite a few times."

Kurdok just grinned, and Sumati reflected that this was turning out not to be such a bad day for shore leave, after all.



A Bad Day Gets Better



What a day! I get to wake up to a corrupted file system, a crashed computer, no OEM for my OS CD to restore, a lost report, and a longing for sexual relief. However, I didn't know that it would eventually turn out better.

It all started when I when I woke up this morning. I had been doing some rather important schoolwork on my computer and grew tired, so I saved and let the program run all night. And when I woke up, my computer was frozen and refused to boot into Windows 98. I tried to salvage the information through another OS on a separate partition, but to no success. 

Distraught that I had no report for my literature assignment due that day, I went and took my usual morning shower. This time, however, I accidentally walked in on my beautiful 20-year-old sister, Marian. She's a very shapely woman, though not too tall at 5'9". She has beautiful, long, blonde hair and a body to die for. Her curvature is astonishing as her 35c breasts take shape, going down her slender body and curving lusciously at her hips, to her perfect, full, firm buttocks. Her breasts firm and lightly tanned, her areolas just larger than silver dollars, and her nipples large and very, very pink. I don't think I've ever seen a more exciting a sensual body in my life! Moving to her blonde muff, cleanly and neatly shaved except for a small path above her woman-hood. As I stood there staring at this magnificent site, she looked back toward me and screamed.

"AAAAHHH! What the HELL are you doing there Jim?!" She exclaimed in a slight tone of embarrassment and confusion. 

I turned my head and replied, "Oh, shit. I'm sorry Marian... I wasn't thinking straight. My report got lost and... I wasn't expecting you to be home today. What are you doing here?"

She drew her breath as he wrapped a towel around herself and blurted, "My EX fucking boyfriend Ron was cheating on me, so I left that son of a bitch and asked mom if I could stay home from school."

I kept my face hidden as she said, "It's okay, you can look now. I'm decent, not that you didn't enjoy your little show."

I just stood there with my face beet red, sweaty and flushed with an all out hardon and replied, "I really am sorry Marian. I.. I..." my words ended as I was too horny to explain myself. She stood there tapping her foot as I just kept my face, and cock, hidden as best as I could. She finally speaks up and says, "Well, you wanna get out of my way so I can get some clothes on? I'd rather not stand here and watch you hide your face and hold your crotch while I'm standing in a fucking towel, you prick." And with that, I simply move away and began walking shamefully to the closet to get a towel. When I returned to the bathroom, Marian was collecting the rest of her things and stormed past me while muttering under her breath, "Pervert." 

Now with all of this that just happened, I'm aroused, guilty, and fascinated. I had never seen my sister as the full-blown hotty that she is! I couldn't keep my mind off of the wonderful display I had witnessed this morning. All I could think about was how fucking perfect my snotty older sister had become.

So, now I'm heading home from school after getting in shit loads of trouble in several classes for day dreaming. And to add insult to injury, I have to face Marian when I get home. What a fucking drag. My feelings are already hurt, my self-confidence is destroyed, and worst of all, I think I'm getting a case of blue balls. As I slowly drag myself home, I notice something. Mom's car is still gone and there's another car at my house. So I walk in like I always do and look around, assuming it's one of Marian's friends when I hear, "You fucking SON OF A BITCH! GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE NOW! I DON'T EVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN! YOU GOT THAT?!" followed by the loud crash of a door slamming and glass breaking. Marian was screaming at someone, so I dropped everything and ran back towards Marian's room. I stop as I come to the door and open it. Marian is sitting on her bed crying her eyes out as this guy tries to walk past me.

I stand in his way and ask; "Who the fuck are you, and what the hell did you do to upset my sister so much?"

He answers, "I'm Ron, and I just told your bitch of a sister that I've been cheating on her for almost a month. How do you like that, tough guy?"

I cock my head side to side, look him dead in the eye and say, "You know something, PAL? I don't like your attitude. So I suggest you get the fuck out of here before something really goes bad."

He looks back at me and says, "Fine with me, you just gotta get out of my way."

So I move aside to let him through and exclaim as he walks towards the door, "Hey, if I ever hear you calling my sister a bitch again, I'll cut your fucking balls off and feed them to you, got it?"

With that he simply huffs, mumbles something under his breath, and storms out of the house, slamming the door. I walk over to Marian and kneel a little, watching the tears run down her face and listening to her now softening sobs and ask her, "Are you OK? Did he hurt you? Cause if he did I swear I'll.." She cuts me off and says, "No, I'll be okay, and no he didn't lay a finger on me. Thanks for caring for me, and thanks for defending me." and gives me a hug. I return the hug and gently pat her back and tell her, "Any time sis, any time." She asks me to leave the room, so I did.

A few hours later I get a phone call from our parents. Mom and Dad decided to take a weekend retreat and were leaving us the house for the next three days. I thought to myself, "Sweet. Fucking sweet. Maybe I can get a couple of friends to come over and we can watch some movies and shit." So I make a few calls, no luck. It's Friday night, and everyone but me has a girlfriend to party with. So I decide I'll ask Marian if she wants to come with me to rent some movies. As I knock on the door gently, I listen for signs of activity. There is none. So I crack the door a little to see if she's asleep, and there she is. Stretched out on the bed with nothing but a long T-shirt from what I can see. I stare for a couple of seconds and whisper her name a few times. I decide that she's out and get my stuff together to go rent some movies.

Guilty, yet still feeling horny from that morning, I decide to rent a sci-fi horror movie and a porno. I rent Pitch Black, and some porno that looked promising. I get some munchies and a pack of Black 'N Milds and head home. I get out of my car and unlock the door, setting the movies on a small table near the door and tossing my coat onto the sofa. I head back to Marian's room once again and knock to see if she's awake, once again, no answer. So I crack the door open again to see if I woke her and to my surprise, she was still sleeping. I look a little closer and her nightshirt was risen well above her breasts, and I saw her soft cotton panties, her vaginal contrasts perfectly defined by the snug cotton. Bam, instant erection. And God did it hurt stretching my tight blue jeans. Fixed on her cotton covered love hole, I begin to rub myself a little, then reality hits. I decide it's time to watch that porno that I just rented, not that I needed any more stimulation.

So, I walk awkwardly out into the living room, get the tape, pop it in the VCR, and lounge in the sofa. I fast forward through all of the beginning bullshit until the actual movie starts. So I unzip my pants, turn the volume up a little, and pull my hard 7" out of my boxers. This movie was fucking hot, and I just imagined myself doing that to my sister. I stroked myself slowly as to not blow my load soon. Then I got a guilty, yet very aroused smirk on my face. I knew that thinking of my sister like that was wrong, I'm not stupid. I know what society accepts and what it shuns. Still, simply thinking of penetrating my sister was giving me a guiltful pleasure. I lay my head back on the couch, listening to the moans the woman is making on the movie, and stroking myself. I'm just getting ready to shoot my wad onto myself when I hear footsteps and a gasp. I stop and shoot up while turning my head to see what it was. FUCK! It was Marian! And there I am, standing there with a hardon, my hand around it, and looking at my sister. "Oh no." I thought. "She's going to fucking freak and tell everyone, SHIT! God fucking damn it all!" To my surprise she just stands there, staring at my swollen organ. "Quickly! Say something!" I thought. Then she goes, "What are you doing, wait, don't answer that." and giggles a little. 

Wham... what a fucking pain. My heart falls through the fucking floor and I stand there with an embarrassed look on my face and say, "Err.. uhhm... Marian... uhh... you're... I mean, you can't be... I... uhmm... I thought you were sleeping?"

She just stands there, eyes fixed on my crotch and says, "I was, I heard something and came to see what is was. Then I find you here with a porno on and your friend in hand."

Now I realize I still haven't put it away, so I quickly tuck my dick in my pants, zip them up, shut the movie off and eject it. I turn and look back at her and say, "Marian.. I can't explain this. I just... fuck, I... I can't explain anything right now, excuse me." and start rushing to my room. I close the door and lay face down into my pillows. I just stay there, really hot and really embarrassed. Suddenly I hear a knock at the door.

"*Knock* *Knock* *Knock*.. Jim.. Can I come in?" Marian queries.

"If you're going to try to make me feel any worse about this, no!" I exclaim, face still buried in my pillows.

Marian opens the door and walks in, closing the door behind her and softly says, "Jim, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to walk in on you like that. Why do you have to do that anyway? You're cute enough, you should be able to get laid."

Grumbling, "Jessica broke up with me and I haven't gotten laid in two months, apparently she spread a bunch of rumors about me and now none of the girls will really talk to me, much less date me." I reply.

Softly she says, "Really? Wow.. What a bitch. Look, Jim. I didn't mean to call you those things or yell at you this morning either. I was just so embarrassed and surprised that I simply went off. Can you forgive me?"

With a slight sigh of relief, and some self-confidence restored, I reply, "Yeah, no problem. If you don't tell anyone about... uhmm... you know. My length, or lack of it."

Giggling, Marian replies, "Jim. 7" isn't really small. You're pretty well endowed, if I do say so myself. And I won't tell anyone anything you don't want me to. I promise."

Slowly I roll onto my back, sit up and look her straight in the eye.. "Really? You think I'm well endowed?"

With a shy grin and sly expression she blurts, "I sure do. I wish my boyfriends had cocks even close to the size of yours."

Feeling quite a bit better about myself, I look at her and decide I need to let her know what got me into that ordeal to begin with. So I look at her and ask her to sit next to me. She carefully, yet promptly, sits next to me on my bed as I begin to explain. "Marian. I don't want you to get freaked or anything; I want to be honest with you. And most of all, I don't want to destroy our relationship. So, please don't think poorly of me for what I'm about to tell you." I said. She sheepishly replies, "OK.. What do you have to tell me?" 

With a deep sigh, followed by another I gather enough courage to blurt "Marian. After I saw you this morning, I couldn't stop thinking about how drop dead sexy you are. I couldn't stop thinking about your body, and envying everyone who's ever slept with you. Then before I rented the movies, I snuck a peek at you and rented that porno to fanaticize. After I got back, I checked to see if you were awake yet and stared at your breasts for about five minutes. So I went out there to relieve what had built up, so to speak." I quickly cover my face and mutter "There, I said it. Please don't hate me, even though I know you already do now."

She smirks and pats me on the back and whispers to me, "I've got a secret for you, too. I've snuck peeks at you while you were masturbating before, it turned me on. In fact, I was standing there for a while before I made any noise."

With a confused expression and a once again raging boner I ask, "R.. re... really? ... But.. You said in the bathroom.." Cutting me off she says, "Like I said, you embarrassed and startled me. I've had a secret attraction to you for a while now. I used to fanaticize about you while I'd masturbate. I thought you'd never accept me as a woman, rather than your sister, but judging by that cock or yours I was mistaken."

Embarrassed yet smirking I bashfully tell her, "I only thought of you as my sister until recently. Then all I could think about was how bad I wanted you."

Slowly she leans over and kisses me. My lips meeting her subtle, full, lucious, red lips. It was bliss, all I could do was sit there and let her lips touch mine. She began to probe my lips with her tongue, slipping it between them once and a while. Marian certainly was a skilled kisser. I finally gathered a little courage and began to return the favor, this was all that she needed and she opened her mouth to mine and her tongue darted in. Wrestling my tongue, then me wrestling hers. She held one side of my face as she leaned on the bed with me. I slowly began to get bolder and let one of my hands to begin exploring her body. Running it through her hair, down her cheek, along her back and finally down to that oh so perfect ass. She continued to prolong the kiss as her hand left my cheek and went to my thigh where she began to rub. My dick was throbbing and so constrained by my jeans that I begged her to unzip them before it got bent or something. She unbuttoned my pants then slowly unzipped them.

Relieving my aching member from the constraints of them and leaving it only constrained by my boxers. She began to run her hand to my swelled love tool and caressed it. I moved my hand below her smooth buttocks and slowly began to pull the back of her T-shirt up. She quickly reached back and grabbed my hand while smiling. She stood up and pulled the shirt off. "Are these the breasts you liked so much?" She said as her twin 35c's stared at me, pink nipples at full attention. Meekly I nodded, as she sat back down and looked deep into my eyes and gently whispered to me.. "Go ahead, take me. I'm yours." With that I placed my hand on her left breast, gently cupping it and lifting it, twisting that hard pink nipple and circling it with my index finger. "Hhhmmm... That feels good." She responded. I positioned myself to get my lips closer to her huge, young, firm breasts, and began to lick them. She began to run her fingers through my hair as I licked and suck her left nipple, eventually moving to the right one, trying to give them both equal attention.

"Oh yeah... mmm... oh, lick my nipples. Suck them, devour my tits!" Marian moaned.

I slowly worked my hand over her wet, cotton covered muff and began to massage it while she played with my stiff cock. Forgetting any second thoughts I had I began to move my hand under her now soaked panties. She softly moaned and asked me to get undressed, so I did. I quickly undressed while she took her panties off and lay on my queen-sized bed. I position myself next to her and began tongue lashing her nipples once again. "Ohh.. Yes... more... unnnngh.." she moaned as my hand began rubbing the love button nestled between her legs. My tongue assaulting her full breasts, my hand pleasing her hungry snatch, her hand tugging at my cock. I looked into her eyes and smiled as I said, "Get toward the edge of the bed, spread your legs, and lay on your back."

She complied without hesitation, then said.. "You ready to give that beautiful cock to your big sisters hungry hole, are ya Jim?" I replied, "Almost, I've got a few things planned first." She just smiled and rested her head as I positioned mine between her legs. The smell alone was almost enough to make me cum right there. I stared into her waiting cunt, then moved in and began to lick her swollen nub. "Ohh... ohh god yes... mmm... I like that! Oh yeah, eat your big sister out! Make me cum on your face, Jim!" Marian moaned excitedly as I gave her swollen clitoris a tongue-lashing. Traveling her soft, puffy, pink, sweet vulva, tasting her sweet love juices and then beginning to tongue fuck her while tracing her clit with my thumb. 

"OOOhhhh YES!.. Oh GOD it feels SO GOOD! Oh Jim! Don't stop! Please! Don't stop!" She gasped and moaned as my tongue and thumb worked simultaneously at her muff. Her breathing became heavier and she began to buck her hips wildly. I worked furiously to meet her wriggles and bucks, then she began to moan louder. 

"OOOOHHHH! OOOHH YEAH! OHH, EAT ME JIM! OH FUCK YES! EAT ME JIM! EAT YOUR BIG SISTER! OH GOD I'M CUUUMMMIIIIIIING!!!" Marain screamed in ecstasy. I could feel her pussy trying to milk my tongue, her sweet fluids oozing onto my tongue and me greedily lapping them up. She bucked and writhed wildly until her orgasm began to subside. When she caught her breath enough she went, "Fuck me, Jim! I need that cock in me! Don't make me wait anymore! I want your cum mixing with mine!"

I got up and she slips up on the bed, I crawled over her and positioned myself directly above her opening. With one hand, I probed her soft, steamy slit until I began to slip in. Inch after inch became buried deep into her steamy cunt. My dick twitched and throbbed at the feeling of her tight, hot pussy. Her vaginal walls like fine velvet along the shaft of my dick. Her muscles grabbing it, trying to pull it in further. "Give it to me Jim! Fuck your big sister hard!" 

She cried, so I shoved the last 3 inches of my cock into her hot fuck hole. She moaned with joy as we were finally united. I knew I was going to shoot my load into my sister. I knew it was wrong, but I didn't care. All that I wanted to do was fuck her until we couldn't move. Slamming my hard cock into her, and withdrawing rapidly, then back into her. Our bodies colliding making a slapping sound. Moans filling the empty house. Love juices seeping from between us, sweat rolling from our bodies, her muscles twitched and contracted as if they were trying to milk my hard dick for all it was worth. I looked into her eyes as my body began to shake and yelled "Oh GOD YES! Oh SIS! I'M CUMING! I'M CUMMMMMMMING!" 

And I began to shoot my seed deep into her throbbing snatch. My dick pulsing with each squirt of sticky semen. My ass twitching and writhing. She wrapped her arms and legs around me, holding my tight into her body. Swear rolling off of me as my orgasm subsides and the last bits of my jizz are milked by her greedy cunt. 

Breathing heavily I collapse next to her. She looks toward me and kisses me and smiles while saying, "That was great, Jim. I love you. I love you so much little brother." I smile and kiss her back and say, "I'm glad you enjoyed it as much as I did. And I love you too."

For the next few minutes we kissed and relaxed, then we both fell asleep, entirely satisfied.



A Bad Day Gets Better



'Jen!? Get in here.'

It had been a bad morning and the afternoon didn't look like getting any better. The presentation I was working on just wasn't coming together. I needed to take a break and relieve the tension. In other words I needed to take out my annoyance on my office slut.

Responding to my shout the intended reliever of my frustration tottered in to my office on ludicrously high heels. Her tiny black skirt barely covered the lacy tops of her stockings and her lovely hard nippled breasts jiggled under her transparent blouse.

'Yes Sir?' she asked, perhaps already guessing what was required. Her heavy, tarty make-up was as per my requirements and her crimson lipstick highlighted her smiling mouth.

She couldn't type worth a damn but her other skills and proclivities more than compensated

'Under my desk, with your mouth open. Now!'As she dropped to her knees and eagerly crawled under my desk I unzipped my trousers. I felt her hot wet mouth engulfing my hardening cock. 

Now Jen is a good slut and she deep throats like a desperate crack whore. But I needed to be in control, so I grabbed her head and buried my cock in her throat, driving it in so hard that her head banged against the underside of the desk. Soon her bright red lipstick was smeared all over my cock as I enjoyed the sounds of her gagging and chocking, gasping for breath as I raped her mouth. But there were no sounds of complaint, no attempt to pull away from my relentless thrusting. Her mouth just took me in deeper and deeper..

When I was close to cumming I slowed my thrusts and, sensing my needs like a good slut, she changed her own pace and started licking my shaft slowly and lasciviously, then moved down to tickle my balls with her talented tongue. 

'On the desk!' I ordered brusquely. She slithered out from under my desk and bent over in front of me. I admired the view that her crotchless knickers offered me of her leaking wet cunt.

'You just love having your throat fucked don't you Jen?'She looked over shoulder at me, eyes dreamy with lust. 'Yes Sir.' she admitted without shame.

From her arse protruded a fat butt plug. I grabbed it and pulled it out, admiring how her anal pucker gaped. Taking my saliva wet shaft I pressed the head against her arse and drove my hips forward. As I slid into her my breath hissed in my throat at the fabulous combination of resistance and acceptance provided to me by her sphincter - the ultimate combination that I was looking for.

She sighed as my cock filled her fully. 'I think you should start on the 4 inch diameter plug tomorrow.' I instructed as I began to thrust. 'Just a little more stretching and your arse will finally be tailored perfectly to my cock.'

'Yes Sir'she grunted as I started to fuck her arse harder. I felt her finely trained muscles contract on my cock, trying to milk my cock as she began to rock back against me, desperate to feel my cock more fully in her.

It wasn't long before I was once again close to cumming, so I slowed the movement of my hips and withdrew my cock, causing my whore to whimper with frustration.

I laughed at her neediness and told her to turn over on her back. 'You'll get enough cock by the time I am done with you my little fuck toy.'

Once she was in position I pushed her legs back until her knees squashed against her tits. I marvelled at the usual swampy wet mess of her cunt, rivulets of excitement leaking from her.

I eased my cock back into her arse, making her squeak with excitement. I took her hand and placed it over her soaking slit.

'Finger yourself, fill your cunt. But don't cum.' Eagerly she did as she was ordered as I ploughed her arse. I loved watching her face as she tried to fist herself whilst I ruthlessly buggered her. I could see her fighting the orgasm that was building, eyes screwed tight shut, whimpering with passion. But she never stopped burying her fingers in her slurping, sopping hole until her hand was wrist deep in her cunt and I was balls deep in her arse.

Finally I took pity and told her, 'Stop.' Gasping on the brink of orgasm, she obeyed; half grateful and half hating me for denying her release.

I grabbed a handful of hair and hauled her head up and shoved my cock back in her mouth. 

'Make me nice and clean whore and I might fuck you and let you cum.'

This was the sort incentive a good slut loves and she attacked my cock, slurping it deep and swirling her tongue around my throbbing cock. What I relished most about my slut's cock sucking was how obvious it was that she loved doing it. Performing the act gave her as much pleasure as I got from receiving it. Nothing else was on her mind but giving me pleasure. She lived to be a proper three-hole fuck toy, existed only to be used by me.

With difficulty I pulled my cock from her needy mouth and laid her head down on the desk, lolling part way over the edge. I walked round the other side of the desk and dropped my trousers.

'Let's see if you can clean my arse as well as my cock.' I told her bending over slightly to proffer her the target. 

Without delay she parted my buttocks and lifted her head. Seconds later her nimble tongue was in my arse, flickering and probing, making me groan with lust and almost flinch as she found my most sensitive spots. It was filthy and taboo and she did it! That was the real, deep pleasure of this act. I wanted her to perform this degrading act and she willingly, happily, joyfully, expertly obeyed because I wanted it and because she knew it would give me pleasure.

Eventually, reluctantly, I straightened up and kicked off my trousers. With a motion of my finger I instructed her to turn around on the desk, so that once again her arse and cunt were in view. As she did, instinctively understanding my needs, she placed her hands behind her knees and drew her legs up and apart, revealing herself to me in all her unabashed, slutty glory.

I took up the butt plug from where it had been discarded earlier. I shoved it roughly back into her arse - and she actually smiled as it went in. With my other hand I took the shaft of my cock and rubbed it over her slit and clit. I could feel her hard button rub against my glans and see her twitch and writhe with the need to be filled and fucked. I imagined, almost felt, her cunt trying to suck my cock into her desperately wet, fantastically ready, incredibly enticing cunt.

'You want my cock slut?'I teased.

'Your slut needs your cock Sir' she mewled.

'Where?' I goaded, as I pushed it in an inch

'Anywhere you want Sir. Just so long as you fuck me.'

I pushed in another inch or two.

'Do want my cum as well?' I whispered.

'I live for the gift of your cum Sir, please reward me with your sperm. In my mouth, in my ass, in my cunt..please....please fuck me, cum in me..please.'

Her begging was so abandoned, so desperate, so pure and lovely. Such submission deserved reward and I leant forward to spear ever last inch of my cock into her. Her sigh of pleasure as I did so was the sweetest sound I ever heard. I felt her legs move and entwine behind my back, ankles looked, heels digging into me like spurs, urging me to give her everything I had.

I inclined my head and gently bit a nipple. Her eyes opened and caught my gaze.

Smiling, finally, I told her, 'when I cum you may cum'. I saw her beam with pleasure and then I felt her delightfully trained pelvic muscles squeeze my cock with expert control. She giggled when my face betrayed the pleasure that gave me.

But, as I started to move inside her, that control started to disappear. As the pace of my cock quickened the clenching of her pussy on my prick was not an erotic technique; it was the precursor of a mammoth orgasm. I could feel the plug in her arse rubbing against my cock as I fucked her harder and harder. With both her holes full she was soon panting, mouth opened, cunt opened, arse opened.

But on the edge of total abandon there was a slender tendril of control that held her, conscious of my instructions. I could tell that her long delayed orgasm was no more than an instant away, yet she delayed it, clamped down on it, biting her lip, postponing it; seemingly by force of will alone â€" until I was ready.

That tiny, horny detail was what it took to shred the last of my control. With a final, deep thrust I tried to split her with my cock and bellowed 'CUM!!!'

I emptied myself into her, hosing her with the hot, pent-up, spurting, spraying jet of my sperm. 

My thighs trembled, my vision blurred and my breath rasped â€" and all the while I came. And as I did I saw, heard and felt Jen cum too. Shrieking like a soul lost in Hell's torments whilst shaking and twitching in an orgasm that seemed to consume her totally

Eventually I staggered backwards a little, almost collapsing into a nearby chair. As my breath gradually returned to normal I watched as the huge load I had just deposited began to dribble from my slut's red, well-fucked, gaping cunt, pooling on my desk as she shuddered over and over.

My presentation wasn't any closer to being finished. The difference was that, right now, I didn't care.

As my cock slowly deflated I felt the familiar sensation of a full bladder. Jen was still sprawled on my desk, floating on a post orgasmic cloud. Well, I couldn't let my staff lie around so unproductively during work hours could I? I stood, a little unsteadily, and moved till my cock dangled over her face. Languorously she opened her mouth and accepted my cock, perhaps thinking I wanted it cleaned. She must have almost immediately tasted the piss that started flowing into her mouth. She smiled impishly around my cock as she revelled in our favourite kinky type of 'after-care'. I squeezed my muscles and slid my cock from her mouth. Relaxing again I released the last of my pee over her breasts, ensuring her blouse was as transparent as a contestant in a wet t-shirt contest, the flimsy material clinging to her breasts.

'Clean my desk up - with your tongue.' I instructed as I pulled my trousers back on. Diligently she licked up the mixture of her juice and my cum from the desk, getting her trailing hair soaked and chin smeared with the pungent mixture. Then she stood up with the satisfaction of a good job well done. She tugged her skirt down as she waited for my orders, make-up smeared, soaked with sex and smiling.

'Back to the reception desk Jen. I am expecting clients in 30 minutes. Be sure to make them welcome when they arrive.'

She smiled even more. 'You know I will Sir.' Then hurried off to do my bidding

I couldn't help feeling that yet another 'excellent' rating was coming for Jen at her next Employee Review. 



A Bad Day in Dream World



Gwendolyn walked slowly through the dream world. Her feet made a slight squishing noise and against the purple, blue and green giant mushroom pads. Fog hung low and the sky was black. She heard a deep, booming laugh and spun around. No one or thing was there. She studied her surroundings. She slowly walked faster, trying to find a clearing in the fog. She knew she shouldn't have come to the dream world. Grayson had told her not to come back, but of course she came back, looking for him.

She hurried on further, trying to find the Steel Tree. The Gold Tree was that of wealth, the Silver Tree one of knowledge, but the Steel Tree was that of love, where she had always met Grayson. The Steel Tree was love because no matter how hard you tried to bend or break it, love was strong as steel. Every night she had met Grayson right here, at this tree, but the tree was gone, and Grayson was nowhere in sight. Gwen turned in circles, looking for a way out of the fog, trying to escape this awful feeling of dread she had acquired ever since she had stepped foot into the misty dream world.

She heard a loud squish behind her, from a mushroom pad being stomped on. She flew forward, running as fast as she could. Whatever it was, it was following her, and fast. She ran, her heart pounding in her chest, her feet flying so fast she was almost soaring, trying to escape whatever hideous being was following her. She heard it coming closer, and closer, and closer. It grabbed a hold of the back of her dress and stopped, while she kept running, tearing her own dress off. It was close behind her again, she could hear, smell, sense it. It grabbed her by her underwear and she was forced to stop. Gwendolyn trembled, waiting. It let go.

Gwen slowly stood up and turned around. It was only a chooka, a mix between plant and animal. A small face, growing out leaves and vines, with two human legs and two human arms, all completely cerulean blue. The chooka squeaked and grabbed Gwen's hands to walk with her. Chookas happened to be very protective of humans. Gwendolyn felt much safe with the chooka leading her, keeping her from harm's way. Gwen heard that noise again though, of something behind her, stomping on the mushroom pads, twigs and branches snapping. Gwen slowly turned around.

There was a giant hideous blob, with sharp, pearly black teeth, its dark as night skin glimmering with beads of slimy moisture. Its eyes were red as it glowered at her, a wet, mold green tongue licking its lips. Its massive form moved sluggishly towards her as she started to run. 

Suddenly, she tripped. The chooka that had been helping her realized it could not save her, so since it could not save the human; it tried to save itself by helping the oversized mass. The chooka whipped out its vines and brought them to bind Gwendolyn up in the air, moving her closer and closer towards the overgrown appendage.

Long, slimy tentacles jutted out from the creature, ripping off what was left of Gwendolyn's underwear. She cried, preparing herself to be eaten. She felt a pulsating vibration on her breasts and looked down to find two of the creatures tentacles on her tits, slowly rubbing and massaging her nipples, creating a warm, sticky friction. 

Gwen screamed in fright and struggled against the vines binding her in the air. The vines wounds tighter around her wrists, shooting her arms up in the air and spreading her legs out provocatively. She desperately tried to close her legs as she saw another tentacle approaching her, but the vines would not loosen their grip.

The large, oversized appendage latched on to her clit, vibrating and pulsating, making her body tremble and her will flutter. Her mind fought against her willing body, until she could not fight it anymore, and a scream escaped as she gave into a world shattering orgasm, her body shaking uncontrollably.

Even after her orgasm, Gwen still fought the vines, struggling to get away from the slimy blob that was pleasuring her body and torturing her mind. It was no use. Another giant tentacle snaked up to her hot, dripping wet pussy and slowly snaked its way inside. It slowly stretched her out, filling her up, and she cried out in pain as it profusely stuffed itself inside of her small, tight hole. She groaned as it started pulsating, bringing pleasure to her bones. She stopped fighting it and relaxed, letting the monster fuck her franticly.

She was just starting to get accustomed to the large member forcefully fucking her, when she watched in horror as another larger tentacle moved its way towards her virgin ass. She battled the vines violently, viciously attempting to free herself. The limb slowly caressed her never touched hole, fondling it with great care.

It slowly began its journey into her tight, tiny hole, as she screamed and cried to get free. It gently, lazily roamed up her taut ass. She writhed, desperate, clawing to get free, as the monster continued to explore her. Its tentacle started pulsating in her back door, sending pleasing vibrations through her body, loosening up her narrow passageway, relaxing her more and more, until the appendage could ram in and out of her ass, making her scream and screech with pleasure, being double fucked, sending her over the edge over and over and over.

Her mouth hanging open, screaming, a tentacle feels its way in, drawn to the moisture and warmth and starts fucking her face. Gwen thrusts herself down on the tentacles over and over, desperately trying to shove them deeper inside of her, sucking on his tentacle in her mouth passionately until all three explode inside of her at once, making her come again, with hot, sticky monster cum dribbling out of her used holes.

The vine slowly puts Gwen on the ground and she looks up at the hideous blob, which slowly turns away and sluggishly disappears into the fog.