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A Call

By: jthserra



The phone woke Jeanette up from her nap and it took her several rings before her eyes focused enough to read the caller ID. The call was from a cell phone, but she didn't recognize the woman's name. She picked up the phone and answered anyway, "Hello?"

"I'm gonna fuck her good," came a rough male voice over the phone.

"What did you say?"

"Just listen, I'm gonna fuck her good."

"Look I don't know..."

"Don't hang up or I'll kill her."

"Who?" Jeanette asked.

"Hell I don't know her name, you probably have caller ID, you see what her name is."

"No, I'm not playing this..."

"Listen to me, I will kill her if you hang up," the voice growled angrily.

"Stop, I don't know who you are, but..."

"Listen!"

Jeanette heard a muffled scream and then the sound of slapping, once, twice and once again. She shook her head wondering what to do.

"You hear her?"

"Yes, what are you doing?"

"I told you already, I'm gonna fuck her while you listen."

"No..."

"You want her to die?" Jeanette heard, she also could hear a faint pleading in the background.

"No, don't hurt her."

"She won't get hurt as long as you and her cooperate. You understand."

"But what do you want me to do?"

"I just want you to listen and enjoy," came the voice, followed with a hollow laugh. "I'll tell you what is happening each step of the way. If you have any questions just ask."

"But..."

"Be quiet now and I'll tell you what I see. She's naked already, I figured it would be too hard to cut her clothes off her while I'm talking to you. I got her hands taped together over her head and her legs tapes to the bed posts. Duct tape makes such wonderful restraints, don't you think?"

Jeanette didn't answer.

"I said, 'Don't you think?' so you answer me now."

"I don't know, I never..."

"Hell no -- you never, well I have and it's good. Picture it, the duct tape at her ankles, pulling her legs wide open, her pretty pussy there for me to see. You want me to describe it to you?"

"No..."

"Dammit, you want me to describe it to you don't you?"

"Ah, okay..."

"No, no, if you're gonna enjoy this you need to convince me. Now ask me to describe it, do it politely."

Jeanette winced as she asked, "Please, describe it to me."

"Describe what?"

"Describe her."

"Her what?"

She hesitated, but when she heard the woman moan she quickly said, "Please describe her pussy to me."

"I thought you'd never ask. Oh it's a nice pussy, with soft, curly hair above it. When I run my fingers over the hair it feels so soft, it's like it might purr at me. Her lips, they were pretty tight, till I licked my finger and ran it up her slit a few times. She opened up when I did that, pink, hot and wet.

"You know, if I had time, or was so inclined, I might taste that pussy. Have you ever tasted pussy?"

"No," Jeanette answered.

"Too bad, that might be a nice show to watch, you eating this woman's pussy. You don't suppose... nah, I know better. You still there? Say something to me."

"Yes I'm here."

"Don't you go slipping off now, the best parts about to come. Yeah, I got my dick out and it's hard, it's real hard. Bet you'd love my dick, feel it rub on your face. You think you'd like my dick?"

"Yes."

"You'd suck my dick? Tell me you want to suck my dick."

"Jeanette replied, "I'd like to suck your dick."

"Oh yes, you know, just as you said that I shoved it in her pussy. It was a bit dry, but I pushed hard and it went in."

Hearing the woman's screams of pain Jeanette cried out, "Please stop this, stop hurting her."

"I'll fucking kill her if you don't come along with me. Now shut the fuck up and listen. Yeah, it's better now; she's wet and has stopped screaming. She's crying, but that's because she likes it so much.

"Do you like it?"

"Like what?"

"Do you like getting fucked? Would you like me to fuck you?"

"I like getting fucked."

"You'd like me to fuck you wouldn't you?"

She paused, but another muffled scream ignited her, "Yes, I'd like you to fuck me."

"Say it again..."

"I'd like you to fuck me."

"Again – say it again cunt, just say fuck me... say it now!"

"Fuck me, fuck me, please fuck me," Jeanette shouted into the phone.

"Aghh, oh, oh yes, yes. Oh bitch you're good, my dick feels so good."

She heard him grunt several times and then sigh. "Is she okay?" she finally asked.

"Oh yeah, she bled a bit on my dick, but I think she came, she really loved it. You know, I'll have to remember your number, maybe call you sometime."

"Don't hurt her, don't hurt her anymore."

"She's pretty quiet, not moving – must be resting. Hey, hey you, wake up... wake up."

"Is she all right? Is she all right?" Jeanette screamed, but the phone was dead.

She immediately called the police, "Please, please, I need to report a rape."

"Have you been raped ma'am?"

"No, I witnessed one."

"You saw a rape?" came the nasally voice.

"No, no, I heard it."

"You heard the rape?"

"Over the phone, the rapist called me, he threatened to kill the woman if I didn't listen."

"Do you have the phone number?"

"Yes, it's..." she hit her caller ID and read off the number.

"That's a cell phone ma'am, we probably won't be able to track it."

"Can you check the number and go to her house?"

"We'll take the report and see if we can locate an address. Please understand, we've had a number of calls like this."

"This man has raped like this before."

"No, the other reports weren't real, some prank. A stolen phone and no victim, all a big hoax."

"No, no, this was real, it really happened, I could hear the woman screaming," she argued.

"Ma'am, we'll look into it."

"But, but... will you call me and let me know?"

"If we find anything an officer will call you."

"But..."

"Thank you for reporting this, please give me your full name and address."

Jeanette rattled off the information wondering if anything would be done. It happened, she knew it. "Listen, please let me know."

"We have your number, someone will be in touch."

"But, but..." the phone went dead. Jeanette sat at the edge of her bed rocking back and forth, wondering... wondering.

A Call From My Wife



Like a ship on calm seas, John Marx drifted aimlessly through the dream. The golden sand warmed his back as he gazed up into the cloudless sky, he felt relaxed, contented and happy. A figure wandered in front of the shimmering sun. He squinted up into the shadowy apparition as it began to take shape; dark, tanned skin; long, jet-black hair; a bikini. John felt the stirrings of a building erection. The dream forbade him to speak, all he could do was lie on the warm sand and gaze upwards as the delightful figure moved closer and closer towards him. As she neared him, John could make out more of her definition; a sultry, island beauty, the swell of her dark skinned breasts filled the bikini top. 

She stopped by him, almost touching him. John could feel the heat from her legs next to his skin. He saw her foot lift, noticing that her sandy toes were painted the same dark maroon colour as her fingernails. The sole of her foot touched his belly. His eyes closed as he felt the warmth transmitted. Slowly her foot moved down towards his bathing shorts. He felt his erection twitch, and then her foot touched the bare skin of his cock. He looked down again; mysteriously the shorts had disappeared and he lay naked. All of a sudden the beach seemed deserted save for the two of them. Again John closed his eyes and began to revel in the sensations as the sole of this beauty's foot slowly and warmly massaged his aching cock. He could feel himself building quickly towards climax......he sighed....he gasped.....he felt himself falling through time and space......his eyes opened, but the beautiful apparition was fading; her figure and all around her fragmenting and swirling in mist.......

John Marx awoke suddenly. His eyes opened to the usual view of his own bedroom ceiling. His erection still felt hot and strong and he looked down, smiling. Jenny was crouched seductively between his spread thighs, her long, blonde hair cascading down to hide her pretty face and her lips sealed deliciously around her husband's engorged erection. John gasped again as he felt her expert tongue swirl around his cock head and bucked his hips pushing another two inches of his solid meat into her mouth. Jenny's fingers cupped his heavy balls and tickled the underside. John groaned deeply. He held his breath and closed his eyes as the cum rushed up his shaft. His cock jerked as he came hard and fast into his wife's open and eager mouth, the blurred memory of the dream returning to add strength to his emission as he sprayed her face and mouth with his hot, sticky seed.

"Morning, darling!" Jenny gurgled with a lewd smile as she tried her best to swallow her husband's viscous juices.

She stood beside the bed looking down at John. Her silk robe was untied and open at the front revealing her full, voluptuous breasts; smooth, flat stomach and completely shaved pussy.

"I think it must be Jenny's turn now!" she murmured as she walked seductively back towards the bed.

John smiled, his arms outstretched towards his wonderful, insatiable wife. Not for the first time, he thanked his good fortune to have met such a beautiful woman with such a voracious appetite for sex! His eyes drifted to his wrist watch for a moment....8:05.....his mind was concentrated on the lithe form he now held in his arms.....8:05.......her hot, throbbing nipples, her smooth skin...8:05!!!!!

"Jesus, Jen! It's after 8am!" John cried, suddenly back to reality. "I gotta get to work! I'm gonna be so fucking late!"

"Hey! What the fuck about me? Look, I'm dripping wet! You can't leave me here like this, you bastard!"

John stopped briefly as he rummaged feverishly in the closet for his clothes. He looked down at his wife, naked and spread-legged on the bed. He could see her juices glistening on her pussy lips. He nearly weakened, called in sick, but his resolve held firm. He had a very important meeting today and if he didn't move at break-neck speed he was going to be very late.

"Sorry, babe! Just have to keep it warm til later!"

As John hurried from the bedroom, he smiled as he heard his wife's parting shot.

"Don't you go sticking your big dick into that cute little assistant you hired! And don't think that you're the only stud around here that can satisfy me!"

John looked over his shoulder and winked. Jenny smiled back; one hand touched her full lips as she blew a kiss, the fingers of the other busy stroking her clit. John was already thinking about getting home that night and sinking himself into that wonderful body.

"Call for you, John. Line four."

Rachel's head appeared around the door as she imparted this information to her boss.

"Thanks Rach. Oh, by the way, can you come in and take the notes on this morning's sales meeting, please?"

John smiled as his young assistant sashayed her way towards his desk. He could never tire of watching her athletic hips swing and her usually braless, large breasts bounce and sway under the tight sweaters she wore. He grinned as she smiled at him, noticing his attention to her body.

"Yeah, this is John Marx." John said as he pushed the hands-free speaker button on his desk phone.

"Hello darling!" Jenny's familiar voice came through the speaker. "Is the slut, Rachel there with you?"

Rachel immediately looked up at the sound of her name. Her face broke into a wide smile. She and her boss's wife were good friends - very close friends. Intimate friends and had shared John's attentions on several occasions. Rachel didn't mind Jenny calling her a slut, it was an accurate description of the twenty year old!

"Hi Jenny!" Rachel called into the speaker phone, "yeah, I'm here!"

"I hope my old man hasn't been playing with those big, firm tits of yours yet, hon?" 

Rachel giggled. "No, we've been a bit busy today. Not much time for any fun!" She winked seductively at John.

"I don't suppose the bastard told you how he left me this morning? I sucked him dry and just as I was going to get the drilling that I needed, the jerk just fucked off to work!"

Rachel giggled again. She threw a look of mock scorn at her boss. "Shame on you, Mr. Marx! Leaving your poor wife in such a state!"

"Well, I've organised a little treat for myself and, because I'm feeling so generous - and so fucking horny! - I'm gonna share it with you two! Say hello to our mail man, Tom!"

John and Rachel smiled at each other. This was not unusual behaviour for Jenny.

"Hello, Tom!" they both cried in unison.

"Er...hello....I...er..hope this is cool with you, man?"

"That's fine Tom." John reassured the stranger's voice. "I felt real guilty about leaving her all hot and bothered this morning, I hope you can do something to help in my absence?"

"Oh, he's gonna help all right!" Jenny's voice was back on the line. "Keep the phone line open and listen to what happens!"

John indicated to Rachel to lock the office door and then retake her position perched on the edge of his desk.

"Fine, sweetheart, we're waiting!"

As Rachel kicked off her shoes and hopped up and sat on the edge of John's desk, the line went quiet for a moment. John looked at his assistant. She knew that something exciting was about to happen and she was almost trembling with anticipation. There remained an eerie silence for a few more seconds until John heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper being lowered.

"Mmmmm. Oh. John, Tom has a lovely big cock!" Jenny's voice sounded soft and seductive as it drifted through the speaker.

"Ohhh yes....I'm gonna suck it .... Take it deep into my mouth....would you like that Tom?"

John and Rachel heard Tom mumble a few grunts of obvious consent and then loud slurping sounds as Jenny began to fellate her new lover. More grunts and groans from Tom followed as Jenny utilised her expert lips and tongue.

"Mmmm...ugh...ahhhh....God, he's really big, John." Spluttered Jenny. I can't wait to feel his thick meat inside me!"

John was getting very excited himself now. Sitting in his executive, leather chair, he had rested his hand on Rachel's bare leg as he listened to his slutty wife's oration.

"Go on then, Jen! Let's hear him fuck you then!"

"I thought you'd never ask!" Jenny replied with an excited laugh. "Come on stud! Let me bend over the back of the sofa for you! Rach, I guess you and my old man must be getting a bit worked up by now, feel free to join us!"

"Thanks, Jenny!" Rachel breathed into the speaker, "You're dead right! My tits feel like they are on fire and I'm already getting moist! Think I'll just slip this sweater off."

John felt his cock harden as his young assistant grasped the hem of the knitted garment and pulled it up and over her head immediately baring a pair of full, soft breasts.

"Oh yes...pull my panties off Tom," Jenny's voice filtered through the speaker, "Rip them off. Go on, do it. Please!"

As John began to caress Rachel's warm breasts and hard, pebble-like nipples, they both heard the sound of tearing fabric.

"Ahhhh yes..yes...now give it to me stud. Fuck me...fuck Jenny HARD!"

"Do the same to me?" Rachel whispered into John's ear. "I'm so horny, I want you to tear my little panties off and butt-fuck me while we listen to your wife get drilled!"

John's hands were already up his assistant's skirt before she had finished her sentence. He gripped the thin material and pulled. The same tearing sound could be heard as the fabric fell away to reveal her sparsely covered, blonde mound.

"Hey! What's going on there?" cried Jenny

"Rachel wanted me to rip her panties off as well, honey." John replied. "Then she wants me to fuck her in the ass!"

There was a brief silence from Jenny and her lover and then suddenly a loud groan from Jenny.

"Ahhhhhhhh....Goddamn Tom, you're big! He's in me now John...Ohhhhhhh....right up my pussy........yes..yes....he's fucking me, John. Do her John! Do your little slut assistant! Do her in the ass!"

John wasted no more time. Unzipping his suite pants he hauled his throbbing member out of his underwear and held it tight in his fist. He and Rachel could both hear the grunts and groans coming from the speaker phone as Tom hammered his big cock into Jenny's willing pussy.

"Lets do it, baby!" cried John amidst the sexual cacophony that filled the room. "Sit up here!"

Rachel smiled. Her face and breasts looked flushed and hot as she climbed up onto John's chair and straddled him. John let his hand drift between her legs and touch her open and wet pussy. She was really dripping down there and she squealed and shivered as John's fingers grazed lightly over her engorged clitoris and entered her hot vagina. For several seconds John fingered the young woman's pussy, spreading her copious juices around her puckered back door and over his hard tool. When he was happy that they were both lubricated enough he sat back and smiled at his assistant.

"Go ahead, baby....sit down on it now!"

"Oh yes" Jenny's voice came again. "take it up your ass Rach...sit on his cock..it'll feel so good.....Ohhhhhhh, Tom...yes..yes...fuck me baby...I'm cumming......"

As his wife climaxed loudly, John felt the exquisite tightness of Rachel's butt sink slowly over his engorged manhood.

"Oh God...mmmmmmm....I'm inside her Jen......are you still cumming?"

"Ahhhhhh .....yessssss......Tom's still hammering my poor pussy, John....ugh...ugh...I'm coming all over his cock!"

Tom's voice was suddenly heard over the speaker.

"Jeez, man....your wife's got one hot pussy!.....She's real tight...real hot...I think...yes..yes..I'm gonna cum...yessssss........"

As Tom and Jenny both collapsed in a state of sexual exhaustion, John had reached round and was pulling on his assistant's hard, hot nipples. She groaned as he squeezed and rolled the buds between his fingers and sank her body further down into his lap.

"Oh...Jenny! John's right up my ass now!...he feels so big in me...I'm so full..so stretched...he's pinching my nipples - it hurts but it's such a nice warm hurt......I really want to play with my clit now...can I Jenny? Can I?"

"Oh yes, Rach...finger yourself while my husband drills your tiny, hot ass!...squeeze your clit ...cum for me so I can hear you!"

Rachel's fingers went straight to her juicy snatch as John continued to thrust harder and harder into her abused butt. Her fingers spread herself wide open. A jolt of electricity passed through her as she touched her throbbing clit and sank two fingers deep into her sopping hole. She timed her fingering with her boss' thrusts. 

"Ohhhh...I'm so close, Jen...so close...I want to cum...I need it....It feels like John's splitting me open...I'm almost there...yes..yes..yes........OOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!!! YESSSS..."

John now was the only person left that hadn't yet climaxed. He knew it was his turn. Lifting the quaking Rachel up slightly, he rammed his hips upwards time and time again.

"Oh yes.....I'm cumming Jenny" he cried with a guttural groan. I'm flooding Rachel's ass with my cum....mmmmm...oh yessssssss!!!"

Rachel gasped out loud as John gritted his teeth and pumped his seed into her young, fit body. Jenny and Tom heard their combined exclamation of ecstasy. Jenny's hand was already back on her lover's tool and masturbating him towards another powerful erection.

John and Rachel both exhaled with ragged breath as they came down from their orgasm's.

"I hope you both enjoyed that!" Jenny's voice came through the speaker. "Because me and Tom have not finished yet! We're just getting started!"

"Hold that thought, guys!" said John. He turned to his assistant. "I think we've finished work for today, don't you, Miss Jacobs?"

"Oh yes, Mr. Marx. I think it must be time for us to both go home now.....your home I think!"

"Don't wear her out, Tom!" John continued, "we'll be there in half an hour!"



A Call from the Basement



Kim paraded down the walkway between the grey cubes that made up the main office spaces of Parker & Chaffee Associates. Her heels clicked as she strode along the hardwood surface, and then were muted as she stepped into the carpeted area of the copy and fax station. Kim didn't actually need to print from the common area, in fact she didn't need to print at all. However, she enjoyed the attention she drew each time she passed the open cubes on her way to pick something up from the printer. 

Kim was Mr. Chaffee's personal assistant and she enjoyed many benefits as such. A small desk outside of Mr. Chaffee's office that was in an enclosed suite, away from the depressing "cube land". It gave her a private area that few people, other than herself and Mr. Chaffee, ever walked into. Kim enjoyed having her own space, but if she stayed in the office she got bored. Most of those who worked for Mr. Chaffee were men in their late 20's. Going out to the printer gave Kim the excuse to get out of her office, and boost her confidence a bit by attracting attention to herself. The male worker bees, who were stuffed into grey boring cubicles, thrilled Kim each time she caught one peering over to catch a glimpse of her as she passed.

Kim was nearing 40 but her body was in good shape. Her hair was naturally blonde and she had it pulled tight in a professional bun. A few strands of her hair loosely fell around her soft oval face, and her blue eyes were framed with glasses. Kim's work attire consisted of a baby blue jacket and matching skirt. The skirt was tight around her hips and ass hugging her round thighs. Her jacket top was form fitting and showcased her hourglass figure. The sleeves ended above her elbows and the buttons fastened securely mostly hiding her firm D cup breasts. 

Kim always wore office attire that was appropriate. A few of the girls who worked in the office wore skirts that were much shorter or tops that exposed a great deal of cleavage, and Kim made a point of keeping her attire more conservative. Of course, conservative now was pushing the edge twenty years ago when Kim first started working as a personal assistant. Although her shoes still pushed what was acceptable for office attire. Four inch peep toe leopard print pumps adorned her feet today and as always the shoes allowed her to show off her most obvious accessory; Fully fashioned sheer stockings. 

The stockings gave her creamy legs a soft touch of brown. The gossamer fabric made her gams gleam with each step she took. Her skirt had a vent in the back allowing her to walk, otherwise each step would be much shorter and would force her to wiggle. When her leg expanded the vent, the flirted underwelt of the nylons would briefly peek with each step. It was gone in a flash leaving any onlooker to wonder if he'd actually seen it or not. The stockings had the traditional reinforced heels and toe that ended in Manhattan heel. The seams and reinforced nylon were black, contrasting sharply with the soft brown leg. 

The conservative skirt and top allowed Kim to wear seamed stockings, and heels without looking trashy. If the boys liked the stockings, they'd go nuts over what was under her skirt and jacket. Kim always wore high quality lingerie. Today, a matching set of bra, thong panties, and garter belt were Kim's secret. All were a mix of satin copper and mesh, that barely concealed anything they covered. 

Kim adored wearing stockings and the lingerie. The nylons and garter belt underneath helped her feel very sexy. Together they were less restricting than pantyhose, and the thong panty did more for her firm ass than restricting pantyhose. Kim's daily workout meant she hardly required shape wear. She added a white satin slip today. It barely covered past her stocking tops but the slip helped keep the garters from printing under her skirt and added a classic touch to her outfit. Under her jacket was just the bra. The inside of the jacket had a satin lining and the sheer bra teased her nipples as the soft fabrics rubbed against each other. 

Despite her flirtatious display, Kim did all of this for herself. She wanted a little attention, but if one of the younger men got too interested she quickly put them in their place. She wasn't an office slut cruising for a hook up. Every woman likes to be noticed for her beauty, and Kim was no different. Notice was all she wanted, harassment would not be tolerated. 

Kim's large diamond wedding ring also sent a clear signal. "You can look boys, but don't touch." She'd been divorced for years, and kept that private. She didn't need any of these men getting too interested in her. If they thought she was on the market they might get the wrong idea. Mrs. Toliver was how everyone addressed her. If she really wanted the company of a man, she could get one. Until then, her vibrator did everything she needed.

Kim waited at the printer while the several pages printed out. As she stood at the printer she lifted her left foot, sliding it out of her shoe. Pointing her toes she ran the top of her foot along her silky calf. The rasping of the nylon was almost a silent call for anyone near by to get a good look. Kim smiled as she saw the reflection of a man in a window. He'd come to a full stop to gawk at Kim, then slowly he walked away. 

With a stack of paper in her hands, Kim walked back down to her desk, knowing full well how many sets of eyes were on her. As soon as she turned into the office suite she toss the paper into the trash, and stepped over to her desk to sit down. Her skirt stopped about mid thigh when she was sitting and if she wiggled too much her stocking would peek out. 

Kim hiked up her skirt up and set to work arranging her stockings. It was a cheap thrill for her to have her stockings exposed like this, knowing that anyone might walk in. She gently wrapped her hands around her ankle and pulled up her leg, forming the stocking back in place. Repeating the action on her other leg, she gave her stocking tops a tug, tightened her garter straps, and slid her skirt back in place, crossing her legs.. She tightened her garters and slid her skirt back down. After the adjustment, crossing her legs wouldn't expose her stocking tops. 

Kim made such adjustments to her nylons several times a day. So far, an unintended leg show hadn't occurred but it was only a matter of time. Kim certainly would be embarrassed if anyone walked in with her skirts hiked up like that but she enjoyed the tiny thrill it gave her. It was almost getting boring because no one ever seemed to notice. She spent more time doing it and she knew just the sound of her nylon stockings rasping against each other could be heard in the office. The like to think someone was listening. 

Kim had not always been such a cock tease, but as she got older, she began to feel less attractive. Her husband had left her for a girl barely in her twenties and although she bid him good riddance, the act still stung her ego. Kim had begun a rigorous fitness program to tighten up her body, and wearing sexy lingerie under her work clothes made Kim feel like a million bucks.

Kim's phone rang and she reached to answer it. She had the duty of screening calls for Mr. Chaffee and as it was what she did most of the day, she picked up the phone and answered out of habit. 

"Parker & Chaffee Associates, Mrs. Tolliver speaking." Kim said in her professional tone. There was silence on the line and Kim prompted "Hello?"

"Hello Mrs. Tolliver." Said a male voice. It had a deep resonance, even over the phone and the confidence behind the voice was clear. The sound of it made the hairs on the back of Kim's neck stand up. The way he said her name was as if he had called to talk to her directly.

"Hello." Kim said sweetly. "How may I help you?"

"It's going to be a long day today, are you ready?" The voice said.

"Ready for what?" Kim asked, now confused by the way the conversation was going.

"Did you wear stockings today?" The voice asked, and Kim was a moment recovering from his question.

"Who is this?" Kim demanded. She looked at the phone and saw that there was nothing on caller ID. She had never seen the phone show a blank space. If the call had come from inside the building, the desk number would have shown up. If was an outside line that number would show up. Even the word "BLOCKED" would be there if they had that setup but this was blank.

"Isn't that what you usually wear to the office, Mrs. Tolliver?" Kim couldn't help but look around, to see if there was someone in sight looking at her. No one could see her from the doorway to the office suite. Involuntarily Kim tugged at her skirt, trying to make it cover more of her legs.

"Sir, if you don't have business with us, I must ask you to hang up. Now, what do you want?" Kim asked angrily even though she felt she was being way too polite.

"I want to know if you are wearing stockings." the voice said. 

Kim hung up the phone, disgusted. Some pervert getting his kicks had decided that he was going to get them from Kim. This was precisely the kind of behavior she squashed when it was in person. It had only ever happened once and she had made it very clear that unless he wanted to be sued and fired, he would keep his comments to himself. 

Ever since that incident, none of the men talked to Kim unless they needed to. It was exactly as Kim liked it. Kim had never had a phone call like that before and she was irked that she couldn't face the problem directly. The phone rang again and Kim's eyebrows furrowed. The caller ID again was blank. Kim wasn't going to let some freak have the best of her. 

"If you call back again I will have the police trace this call, do you understand?" Kim said, her voice cross. 

"Um, I'm sorry can I speak with Mr. Chaffee please?" This was a different voice and Kim gasped when she realized who it was. 

"I'm sorry Mr. Donahue, please hold and I'll transfer you." Before she made the connection, Kim checked the phone. It was blank, but when she pressed the transfer button, the caller ID showed a number and "MARCUS DONAHUE" just as it should. Shaking her head Kim connected the line and hung up her phone. 

Feeling a chill, Kim tugged at her skirt again and ran her hands over her silken knees. She took a few steady breaths and decided that it was nothing to get riled up about. The call was a prank. She'd get to the bottom of it, and those accountable would be warned or punished if necessary. Kim keep reminding herself this and started to calm down. 

The phone rang again. Kim looked down and saw that the caller ID was blank. Not wanting to embarrass herself a second time, she answered the phone properly. "Parker & Chaffee Associates, Mrs. Tolliver speaking." Kim's stomach turned as she heard the same dead air as before. "Who is this!?" Kim said, almost yelling.

"I can't believe you hung up on me, Kim. That was very rude." It was the same voice as before. Kim flared with anger.

"Look here-" She started but he cut her off.

"A secretary should never act like that, should she? Did you wear stockings today?" There was a mocking tone in the voice this time.

Kim hung up the phone. She picked it right back up and dialed for the building security. The guard on duty answered. She told the guard that she had just received a prank phone call. The guard assured her that he would log a complaint.

"Thank you." Kim said, but the guard had already hung up. Kim almost called him back but decided to let them do their job. She realized how silly she'd feel if she called him right back. Trying to sort out what she was doing before the interruption, Kim put her hands to her temples. She couldn't remember what she had gone to the printer for. She'd gone for a walk, that was all. 

Kim slipped off one of her shoes and stretched her toes. The shoes were new and she was still breaking them in. She could smell her foot, the unmistakable mix of sweat and leather from her shoe mixed with nylon fabric. Suddenly Kim was self conscious about it. She slipped her shoes back on and then wondered why that had bothered her. It never had before. Kim knew she was flustered from the phone call and was determined to not lets this joker get to her.

Again the phone rang and Kim clenched her fists. She took a deep breath and picked up the phone. "Parker & Chaffee Associates, Mrs. Tolliver speaking." Her voice had a bit more frost in it than usual. 

"Uh, may I speak with Mr. Chaffee please?" Said a startled voice. Kim made the transfer and again tried to calm down. Clearly she was letting her frustrations out on people who didn't deserve it. She slipped both her shoes off again, almost defiantly this time. It's what she normally did at her desk and she wasn't going to let some jerk on the phone ruin her day. She stretched her toes and rubbed her feet on the soft carpet of the office. 

Kim decided that the next time Mr. Creepy called, he'd keep him on the line. She could could record any call from her desk. She doubted that he would keep up his act if he knew she had a recording of him. For an hour Kim sat at her desk, waiting for the phone to ring. To her it felt like an eternity. Kim realized that she was getting upset out over nothing. She slipped on her shoes and got up to go for another walk. As she did, the phone rang.

Kim picked it up and answered, "Parker & Chaffee Associates, Mrs. Tolliver speaking." When she heard the dead air on the line she looked down at the phone and saw that the caller ID was blank. With the press of a button she began to record the call.

"Your shoes are very nice, but I'd prefer it if you took them off again." Said the voice. Kim froze, as if she had been caught someplace she didn't belong. She looked around, there was no way for this creep to know she'd taken her shoes off. 

"The police are going to trace this call, and I'm recording it." Kim said, trying to sound more confident than she felt. Kim had a flash of insight and knelt down under her desk. She held the phone to her ear as she looked under her desk for a camera.

"No, sweetheart. They aren't. The rent a cop at the front desk followed company policy for a "prank" call and didn't do anything. As for the recording, can I get a copy, I love listening to you when your angry." Kim became very angry, but then tried to calm down, knowing he wanted her to be angry. She wasn't sure what his game was, but he wasn't going to win it. "Now," he continued "What kind of stockings are you wearing?"

"Why do you want to know?" Kim said, the anger in her voice was clear.

"Oh so you are wearing stockings then?" the voice said.

"I didn't say I was." Kim retorted.

"You may as well have, you didn't deny wearing them. If you weren't wearing stockings you would have just said, 'I'm not wearing stockings.' You may as well have just told me yes." 

"I'm not wearing stockings!" Kim's frustration got the better of her and her outburst was much louder than she had expected.

"Oh my, I want a recording of that!" He said laughing at her.

"Kim?" Kim jumped at the voice behind her. Turning around she saw Mr. Chaffee. Kim felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment. Mr. Chaffee was looking down at her, eyebrow cocked as he studied her. Kim was still kneeling under her desk, holding the phone to her ear. Her unladylike position had pushed her skirt well up her thighs and the tops of her stockings were in plain view. The metal garter of her left stocking was even peeking out from under the hem.

"Is everything alright?" Mr. Chaffee asked. 

"Yes, sir." Kim said, trying to regain her dignity as she got out from under her desk. Mr. Chaffee watched as Kim got out from under the desk. Kim tried to keep her modesty but she knew that he had a peek all the way up her skirt as she tried to get up. Mr. Chaffee continued to look at Kim's legs for a moment and Kim could she the thoughts rolling in his head. He looked like he was about to say something when he seemed to change his mind. He nodded to her and walked back into his office. It wasn't until he was gone that Kim realized she was still holding the phone to her ear.

"Hello?" She said.

"Still here, sweetheart." Said the man. Kim slammed the phone down embarrassed and enraged.

Kim smoothed her skirt and sat back down, mortified with embarrassment, she skipped arranging her stockings. She didn't want Mr. Chaffee to walk back in while she had her skirt hiked up even further. It dawned on Kim that Mr. Chaffee had heard her. It was also very clear that he had seen her stocking tops, if not her satin panties. Kim covered her face in her hands. It's likely that a few people out of the office heard her as well. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been so embarrassed. 

The phone rang. The caller ID was blank. Kim let it ring. It rang five times then automatically transferred to the voice mail. Kim waited and after a few moments there was a blinking light showing that a message had been left. Pressing the button, Kim put a hand over her mouth, as much try and calm herself as to keep any sudden outburst from echoing out of the office. She worried at what the message might say. 

"This is Mark Harris, I'm calling for..." Kim stopped the playback. Mr. Harris called often and his caller ID should have shown on the phone. How did this stranger block his number? Worse, how did he keep it blocked after he called? Remembering what the stranger had said about the security officer not making a complaint, Kim picked up the phone.

"Security." answered the guard.

"This is Ms. Tolliver." Kim said, ice in her voice. "I called an hour ago? I told you I was receiving obscene phone calls and I wanted you to make a report to the police."

"Yes ma'am. Uh, you said it was a prank phone call before, did something change?" asked the guard.

"No, it was obscene the first time." Kim allowed some of her frustration come out in her voice. "Why didn't you inform the police?" she demanded. 

"Ma'am," the guard started calmly, "Company policy states that a report will not be made unless multiple prank calls come in. The police don't do much about prank calls."

"These are obscene phone calls." Kim explained angrily.

"Yes, ma'am. And due to their nature a report will be filed immediately. I'm sorry but, you did say 'prank' when you phoned last."

"I did. I meant obscene." Kim said, and almost hung up until the guard continued.

"Can you describe the nature of the call, ma'am?" the guard asked.

"I beg your pardon?" Kim asked.

"The police will want as much information as possible. For the complaint I need to know the nature of the call." The guard said.

"It was obscene." Kim stated.

"Yes, ma'am." said the guard patiently. "But what made it obscene?" Kim paused shocked at the sudden turn of events. 

"Look, buster-" Kim started, taking her frustration out on the guard.

"Ma'am, please calm down. These are questions the police are going to ask me, and the more details I have, the more likely they will take it seriously. I know it's uncomfortable, but if you want something done about it, you must be specific."

Kim bit her lip and tried to calm herself. She tugged on her skirt, again feeling as if someone was watching her. "Male or female voice?" It was the security guard, prompting her.

"Male." She said flatly. 

"Did the caller have an accent?"

"No."

"Did the caller use foul language?"

"No."

"Did the caller threaten you?"

"No."

"So..." the guard paused, trying to figure out what to say next. "What exactly did the caller say that made you feel it was obscene?"

Kim thought about this. She knew she had a recording but, she felt very reluctant to let someone else hear it. Telling the guard the specifics over the phone was almost as bad as having that voice ask her the questions all over again. And if the guard asked what she was wearing... It wasn't worth the humiliation. "Never mind, I'll handle it myself." Kim said and hung up. 




A Call from the Basement



As soon as she hung up the phone, it rang. The caller ID was blank. Trying to keep her composure, Kim answered, "Parker & Chaffee Associates, Mrs. Tolliver speaking." 

"Kim? This is Mr. Chaffee. I have to leave the office. I'll be out the rest of the day."

"Yes, Sir." Kim said and she spun in her chair to look at his open office door. She realized that he had never come back. 

"If you need to head out for the day, go ahead." He added.

"Yes, Sir." Kim said, a little sheepishly. "Thank you, Sir." Kim was grateful that Mr. Chaffee wasn't an ass. He'd seen an eyeful today, and he knew it had flustered her. 

"I'll see you tomorrow." he said and hung up. Kim hung up as well and, released for the day couldn't grab her keys and purse quickly enough. The office felt dirty to her and she just wanted to get home. Before she could step away, Kim's cell phone started to ring. She pulled it out of her purse and saw that it's caller ID was blank. Not blocked. Completely blank. Kim stared at her phone for a few more rings and then decided to answer it. 

"What?" Kim said, her tone frosty, knowing full well who it was. She walked into Mr. Chaffee's office and shut the door behind her, giving her the privacy of a soundproof office. 

"Where are you off too, Sugar Tits?"

"Look ass hole, stop calling me."

"I didn't Know you were in such a rush, you need a good cock don't you?" 

"The damn security won't report you, but I will. And when I find out who you are-"

"Oh, you're going to find out, Sweetheart. You're not leaving the building until I fuck your brains out." His last sentence came out with a growl that startled Kim. She felt like a rabbit staring at the hawk swooping down on her. 

Kim hung up the phone, as frightened as she was angry. Her phone started to ring again and she shut it off. She took a few deep breaths to calm herself. He couldn't do anything to her but make nasty phone calls. She needed to get home, take a relaxing bath, and then talk to the police. She took a deep breath and stormed out of Mr. Chaffee's office. 

As usual, Kim drew plenty of attention as she walked down the main section of cubes. The attention was not wanted this time but Kim could do nothing about the several pairs of eyes that ogled her. She couldn't help but wonder if one of these men was the cold voice on the other end of the phone. The walk became uncomfortable and she quickened her pace. Something that's not easy to do in four inch heels. 

Kim took a misstep and her ankle turned. She gasped and almost fell but managed to catch herself before she toppled to the floor. Kim had been wearing heels for close to 15 years but she looked like a girl who started yesterday. She heard snickering from over her shoulder but she kept her focus forward.

"Those look like stockings to me." a man grunted from behind Kim. 

"I wonder what else she isn't wearing." said another.

Kim flushed red as several men tried to keep from laughing out loud. Kim's anger intensified. Any other day she would have turned around and put those men in check. Now she was too riled up and her stumble made her lose confidence. 

"Looks like someone flustered the frost queen." The first voice said and this time there was no holding back the laughter. Kim's confidence was shot and she could feel tears welling up in her eyes. She almost bolted the last few steps to the outer hall. Anything to get out of sight. 

Kim arrived at the elevator and pressed the down button. It seemed to take forever and Kim was sure that men from the office were about to come around the corner and heckle her. Finally the bell rang and the elevator door opened. There were three men in the elevator and Kim stepped inside barely glancing at them.

Two of the men had been having a conversation when the doors opened but stopped the moment they saw Kim. There was a thick awkward silence as she stood there waiting for the doors to close. Kim felt exposed in the silence, certain that the three men were looking at her. She could feel their eyes undressing her as she waited for the door to close.

The doors seemed to take forever, hanging open and Kim changed her mind. She took a step to leave the elevator but before she could, the doors finally began to shut. Off balance she took an awkward step to keep from bumping into the doors. Her ankle was sore from twisting it and she had to catch her balance again to keep from falling, missing her chance to leave the elevator. 

"You in a rush, toots?" Said a gruff voice behind her. Kim managed to hold in a gasp. The voice sounded close and her reaction to it embarrassed for the third time today. She heard the men snickering behind her and fed up, she decided she wasn't going to take it from these idiots. Kim spun on her heels and glared at the men. The three men looked back at her, not hiding their smiles, and one was still looking at her legs. 

Facing their mocking stares, Kim suddenly felt foolish, and spun back around. "I should ride this elevator more often." Said another voice and the men allowed their laughter to come out unchecked. Humiliated, Kim just looked down waiting for the elevator to go down. And that's when she realized it was still going up. She had forgotten to press a button when she got in.

Kim waited, hoping to hide her mistake, and quietly rode the elevator up. The doors opened as it reached the top floor and two of the men got out. As they passed Kim, one of them gave her a pat on the ass, saying "Thanks for the show, Toots." Kim gaped at him, mouth wide open, shocked at what had just happened. The elevator doors closed and Kim realized that the third man hadn't gotten out. 

As soon as the doors closed, the third man stepped forward and knelt at the base of the elevator where a small locked door was located. He pulled a key from his suit coat and opened the small door. He switched something, and then, he turned his head to look at Kim's legs. He remained crouched and Kim felt shivers go up her spine. She took a trembling step away from him.

"Those are stockings alright." he said smiling. Kim recognized his voice and gasped, backing away from him until she reached the wall of the elevator.

"Who are you?" She whispered. She looked him over carefully for the first time since getting into the elevator. He was tall, at least 6'3" and his build suggested he spent a good amount of time in the gym. His suit fit him tightly. His head was shaved clean, and his dark eyes looked up, locking gazed with her for the first time.

"You don't know me, Kim. But I know you. I can't tell you how many times I daydreamed about having you, just like this. Helpless, and at my mercy. God, I'm surprised no one has pulled you under a desk and fucked you silly." His eyes wandered back down her body.

"When I get out of this elevator, I'm going straight to security." Kim said, but her voice betrayed her fear. 

"Sure." he said laughing "You can tell them how you sucked my cock, and enjoyed it so much you swallowed every last drop." He stood up and walked over to her. Kim wanted to scream but all she could do was breathe. "Are you going to tell them about your stockings too?" He reached down and grabbed the hem of her skirt pulling it up. She grabbed his wrist with both of her hands but it didn't stop him from lifting it up to display her stockings. 

Kim struggled to get away from him and with his other hand he gripped her throat pinning her against the elevator wall. Kim put her arms down and stopped moving, hoping he wouldn't squeeze her any tighter. "Good. It's much better when you submit." His other hand let go of her skirt but slid up her body, groping her as it went. 

When his right hand reached Kim's left breast, his left hand released her throat and slid down to her right breast. His hands gripped her and then slid down her body. He crouched again and soon his hands were on her nylon thighs, gripping them. His hands slid down to her ankles and finally her nylon toes. Kim's body reacted to his touch and her nipples hardened. It had been a very long time since a man had had his hands on her and there were things a vibrator couldn't do. 

The elevator was still going down and it was almost to the lobby. Kim figured she would just hold still and let him have his fun. The door was going to open soon and she could make a run for it. He reached over and picked up Kim's purse. She had dropped it when he grabbed her skirt.

He snapped open the purse and dug his fingers around inside. "No spare stockings? What if you got a run?" He looked at her legs, again running his fingers over the silky nylon. Kim's eyes flicked to the floor indicator then back to him. 

"I have an extra pair in my desk." She said, hoping to stall just a bit longer.

"Well, Good thing I have other means to tie you up with." He said with a smile and snapped the purse closed. 

The elevator door opened and Kim bolted for freedom. He didn't try to stop her. Adrenaline took Kim eight steps out of the elevator before she realized she wasn't in the lobby. Her heels clicked loudly on concrete floors that echoed in a large open space lit by overhead fluorescent lights. The walls were the same concrete as the floors and a few support pillars spaced around the area. Kim had almost run into a large black table. She looked down at it.

The table was more like a doctor's examination table, covered in leather. The side of the table had silver rings evenly spaced around it. "I haven't had time to fully decorate, but it will do for now." Kim spun around to face him as he came out of the elevator. Tossing her purse to the concrete then spreading his arms asked "What do you think.". Kim looked behind her again. 

"Where are we?" she asked.

"Under the parking garage." he said calmly and he reached for the top button of her jacket. She tried to slap his hand away, but with a flash, he caught her wrist. Just as quickly his other hand snatched her by the bun, locking her head in his grip.

"Don't fight me, Kim. Do you understand?" Kim's blue eyes were wide with shock and she stared at him. "Answer me."

"Yes." She said. 

"From now on you call me Sir. Understand."

"Yes, Sir." She said.

"Very good, Kim." He said and let go of her wrist, but he still had a grip on her hair. "Now, lets see what we have under this jacket." Again his fingers went for the buttons on his jacket. Kim had stalled as long as she could and still didn't see an easy escape. The elevator doors were closing and Kim saw her only escape slipping away. Her next act was pure desperation. Her intent was to knee him in the groin as hard as she could, then run. The instant she tensed her body, he reacted. 

Kim saw stars, and felt a dull pain on the side of her face. He had moved so quickly! It took her a moment to realize that she was turned around and bent over the leather bench. The pain was from her head came at the cost of how quickly he had grabbed her, spun her around and slammed her over the table. 

"Now, Kim." he said in a lecturing tone. "This wasn't necessary. Why are you such a naughty girl?" Kim was vaguely aware of him reaching down and the sound of a drawer opening echoed in the chamber. He grabbed her by her bun again and pulled her upright. 

"Now, say you're sorry." He ordered.

"I'mmMMMMMPHH!" As Kim opened her mouth he stuffed a large red rubber ball gag into her mouth. She tried to turn away but his vice grip on her hair left her no where to go. He forced the gag inside then, with both hands, quickly grabbed the straps and pulled it tight as he fastened it behind her head. 

"A liar's punishment." he said once the gag was completely in place. He then reached around her and grabbed the lapels of her jacket. With a tug he opened her jacket, popping one of the four large buttons right off has he did so. He stripped it off her and her copper bra with it's satin trim and sheer mesh cups was on full display. He grabbed her arms and pinned them behind her back. Reaching into the drawer again he pulled out a length of silk rope and started to bind her arms together. 

"Up until this point you've been a cock tease." He said as he folded her arms across the small of her back and started to loop rope around them. "From now on, you are a slut. Specifically my slut. You're still a wild slut so restaurants are necessary." Kim felt the rope tighten. It held her arms pinned behind her back. The strain on her shoulders was starting to become uncomfortable. 

"Eventually you'll come to heel, but until then I'm afraid rope is the only solution." He then looped more rope around her elbows, crossing the line behind her back. "Although if you're like my other sluts, you end up enjoying the rope." He reached around her, wrapping the line above and below her breasts several times. He did something with the rope behind her back and Kim felt the tension in her shoulders ease. Her arms were perfectly bound, without cutting off circulation, and without allowing her to move them at all. 

"Now, slut." lets have a look at you. He turned her around. With her arms bound so, Kim found that she had to focus more on keeping her balance. She wobbled a bit as he turned her to face him. His hands ran over her breasts, squeezing them tightly. She couldn't hide her hard nipples any longer and his fingers ran over them.

"You're excited aren't you slut?" He said with a grin. The soft fabric of her bra allowed him to pinch her nipples between her fingers. The pain caused Kim to squeal through the ball gag. He held the pinch and Kim tossed her head back enduring his mild torture. He released his grip on her nipples and then softly rubbed them.

"Let's see what's under that skirt." The man said and he reached around her. As he did so his face came close to Kim's and he pressed his nose against her neck. Inhaling sharply he breathed in her scent. "Oh you smell good, slut." He whispered, keeping his lips against her skin as he spoke. The sensation thrilled Kim. She didn't want to admit it but he was turning her on. While he nuzzled her neck his fingers found the zipper to her skirt. He unzipped it and let gravity take it off her. It slipped to the floor quickly revealing the rest of her lingerie. 

"You wanted to get fucked this morning, didn't you slut." He looked her in the eye and Kim tried to meet his stare but looked away. She wanted to tell him no, but her vagina was wet and spoke otherwise. He reached down and unzipped his pants, allowing Kim to see his cock for the first time. It was large and a lot longer than she was expecting. 

He squatted down again and ran his fingers over the tops of Kim's stockings. Then he slid his hands over her thighs and down her shins. "My God, you have perfect legs." He fingered her toes. "Turn around, slut." Kim obeyed and she felt his hands rub against her calves and then up her thighs as he traced her seams up her legs. he stood and Kim felt the tip of his shaft slide between her ass cheeks.

It was clear he didn't want to waste any more time with foreplay. He pushed Kim over the table kicking her feet together. Kim was on her toes now, and even with the heels of her shoes off the ground she felt he wanted her higher. She felt him tear aside her thong, and pressed the head of his cock into the lips of her pussy, lifting it up and down to spread her juices over his dick. Slowly he pressed inside her, then pulled out a bit, then pressed back in, waxing his cock with her natural lubricants. 

Now that he had his cock sliding into Kim with ease, he put his hands on her hips and started to drive into her much harder. With each thrust, her ass slapped against his loins and Kim was rammed into the leather. Every time his ballsack slapped against her cunt, Kim let out a squeak that echoed in the chamber. He picked up his pace until Kim's squeaks were overlapping the echo of the previous.

Kim felt an infusion of sensation well up in her. His angle and length allowed him to peg her cervix with each thrust and Kim tried to push back against him to get him in deeper. He slowed his pace and as he did, increased the amount of his cock that he withdrew before thrusting back into her. Soon he had a slow pace but his shaft was all the way out of her before it parted her pussy and drove home. 

Abruptly, He pulled out of her entirely. Kim was just short of orgasm and she looked around to see what the deal was. Apparently it was to change position. Stooping to grab her legs he lifted her onto the table then flipped her over by grabbing her ankles and twisting. He kept hold of her ankles, lifting them high and plunging his cock back into her waiting pussy.

Kim groaned deeply as the sensation of his cock, now in a different position, reignited her inner fire. Kim was vaguely aware of the man pressing his nose into the instep of her foot and inhaling the scent of her nylon foot. His thrusting never slowed down and again Kim felt her orgasm building. She was about to explode when he pulled out again. Kim flashed her eyes at him in frustration, almost silently demanding that he finish what he started. 

"Only good girls get the full ride, sweetheart." he said. Kim was angry to be so close and then be denied for a second time. Keeping his grip on her silky ankles he pushed her further onto the leather. Kim let out a squeak of shock as he suddenly swung her clockwise to position her lengthwise on the table. 

Kim watched him walk around the table, his cock still stiff and upcocked. She was trying to figure out how to communicate with him with a gag in her mouth but before she came up with anything he solved the problem himself. Grabbing her hair he pulled her to the edge of the table, forcing a yelp out of Kim. He unbuckled the gag and pulled it out of her mouth. 

Kim worked her sore jaw, and tried to suck in the excess saliva that the gag caused. She was about to speak when he gagged her again, this time with his cock. Kim's blue eye bulged as she fought off her gag reflex. His cock was digging into the back of her throat and she could feel his ballsack against her chin. Breathing was hard since her nose was smashed against his lions. 

After diving deep, he pulled out of Kim's mouth and then slowly slid in and out of lips at a more reasonable depth. "Suck on it, slut." He demanded. "Show me how badly you want to cum." Kim slid her tongue under his shaft and tried hard to please him. Suddenly, she felt his cock convulse in her mouth and a load of hot semen smack against the back of her throat. 

"Swallow it, cunt." He ordered and Kim's eye's opened wider as she tried to keep his load from passing out of her lips. He finished and slid out of her mouth, leaving her gasping on the table. He zipped up his pants and walked to the side of the table. She felt her bindings loosen but he didn't take them off her. 

"See you tomorrow, slut." he said and landed a hard slap on her ass. 

"OOH!" Kim squealed and looked over at him. 

"Maybe tomorrow, I'll let you finish." He walked away from the table.

"Hey!" Kim said, trying to get the ropes off her arms. "You can't just-" She tipped forward cutting herself off with a grunt as she kept from falling off the table. "You can't just fuck me and leave, ass hole!"

The man had pressed a button waiting for the elevator. He kept his back to her. Kim managed to get one arm free and then the other, and soon she was sitting on the table. The elevator opened and the man walked inside. "I'll tell the police!" Kim said.

The man smiled at her. "Don't forget your stockings tomorrow, sweetheart." The elevators doors closed leaving Kim half naked, hair a mess, and with a deep desire to feel him inside her again.



A Call from the Heart



"Are you sure it's safe to be going out this late, Dr Dunstan?"

The concern in the voice stopped the man who turned and faced his Housekeeper. Verena had been nursemaid and nanny in his childhood and now the matronly, grey-haired woman kept his house. He smiled reassuringly at her.

"If I cannot be back by dark, I will keep well away from danger," he replied.

Verena smiled sadly at the determined man before her. She could scarcely believe it was over thirty five years since Dunstan had been born. He was now a doctor, like his father before him, but neither of his parents was alive to see it. Both had died over ten years earlier during a plague that that ravaged the town. It was luck, or fate, Dunstan had been away studying and she had gone to visit her sister that had saved them.

Dunstan had grown into a fine man, tall and broad like his father and inheriting his mother's fair hair and ocean-blue eyes. A light-blond goatee beard adorned an expressive, sensual mouth. He was liked and respected in his home town and popular with his patients. His practice was both successful and busy. There had been a call for him to visit a pregnant woman, heavy with her first child, on the outskirts of town. Even with his horse, Dunstan might not get home before darkness fell.

This night of all nights.

The eve of All Saints' Day. 

Allhallows Eve.

"You will take care?" Although phrased as a question, the tone brokered no argument.

"I will, Verena. If I am not back before dark, lock the house and I will return before daybreak."

"I understand, Doctor," Verena nodded. Impetuously she gave him a hug that was returned with equal affection. "Be safe," she whispered, as he disappeared through the door.

****

Dunstan growled as he trudged through the thick foliage. The mother-to-be was now fine, but it had taken much longer than he had anticipated. He would never get back home before dark. He left his horse tethered inside the forest that encircled half of the town and sought shelter from the oncoming storm he could feel in the air. He stopped, suddenly certain the sound of voices had carried to him. Glancing in the direction the moon would rise that night, but not espying its light, Dunstan veered from his course.

Now that he could hear the voices, he felt anger rise within him.

"Please, I am innocent, I did not touch Morton's cow. You must believe me, please."

The sound of flesh on flesh made Dunstan's jaw clench and he hastened forward.

"Silence, Nosferatu," came a harsh, uncultured voice. "Your kind is as bad as those that feed on us. Well, no more. We will leave you tied here for the sun to take care of."

"But it will take days for me to die," the first voice sobbed. "And I have done nothing except spurn your unwanted advances, Morton."

Dunstan stopped to peer at the scene before him and felt his stomach roil. A half-naked youth was tied to a tree, his face and chest bearing the bruises that spoke of his ill-treatment. His trousers were also torn, revealing the skin at his hip and a wisp of the hair at his groin. Dunstan recognised Ranald as the captive, as well as Morton and two of his cronies. Drawing himself to his full height, he strode forward and demanded angrily:

"Just what do you think you are doing?" He purposely directed his question at the weakest of the group, Morton's men; Rodney and Owen. "Do you want to hang?"

"No, sir, Dr Dunstan, sir," Rodney spoke quickly. "But Master Morton here says it was Ranald as killed his cow and we need to take care of him if no one else will."

"Ranald has lived peacefully amongst us for the last month, what would possess him to act so out of character? Moreover," he continued, not allowing anyone to answer. "As I and the town's Mayor can attest, Morton's cow did not have blood drained from it. It was savaged by some form of fell beast that fed on its flesh."

Rodney and Owen turned surprised eyes on Morton.

"What does it matter how the cow died?" Morton snarled. He shoved his long, dark hair away from his face to glower menacingly at Dunstan. "He's Nosferatu."

"And he rejected you, so you take perverted revenge. No one deserves to suffer as Ranald would. He would die of thirst slowly and painfully. If you do not all leave instantly I will report you to Edmund and, as town Mayor, he can confiscate all your possessions to compensate Ranald for your mistreatment of him."

"You tricked us, Master Morton," Owen rumbled. "We'll not be punished because of something between you and the boy."

Dunstan gave a silent sigh of relief as Owen turned and Rodney went with him, their mutual grumblings fading. He glanced quickly at Ranald. As their eyes met for the first time, Dunstan felt a sudden jolt throughout his body. It was as though he was seeing someone he had known all his life. He gave himself a mental shake. He still had Morton to deal with.

"You'll be sorry, Dunstan," Morton hissed sibilantly. "You'll get yours."

Dunstan waited for the other man to leave before rushing forward to begin untying the captive young man. He had known of Ranald's existence and briefly seen the exquisitely beautiful man, but never eye to eye. Dunstan recognised the feeling of attraction, but there was more, something deeper he did not understand.

"Thank you, Dr Dunstan," Ranald whispered as one hand came almost free, then his eyes widened on a sight behind his benefactor and he cried desperately. "Behind you!"

The warning came too late and Ranald felt ill at the sickening crunch of wood on bone as the branch wielded by Morton connected with Dunstan's skull. He could only pray the doctor was neither dead nor would be permanently damaged by the ferocity of the blow.

"There's no way I'm leaving this night without having surfeit of your body, Nosferatu," Morton grinned evilly, tossing the branch aside.

As cruel hands began to tear at the remnants of his clothing, Ranald tried desperately to resist. His kind were stronger than humans, but not to the same extent as his more deadly Vampire brethren. He sobbed with pain and sorrow as more hard blows to his unprotected stomach and groin robbed him of strength and breath. He had already spent some time in Morton's clutches and had not fed which weakened him further. He knew he would not be able to fully free the hand Dunstan had partially untied nor would he be able to stop his would-be rapist taking that which he had sworn only to give to his life-mate. He was untouched and the thought of his impending ravishment had tears sliding down his cheeks.

One of his legs was taken in a hard grip and forced around Morton's waist; the other man's breath fetid as he gripped tightly to Ranald's hair and crushed his mouth against his captive. Ranald could feel the evidence of Morton's arousal pressing against his buttocks.

"Please do not do this. I beg you," he husked, his voice rough with tears.

"I've dreamt of having you," Morton laughed coldly. "There's not a man alive as could stop me now."

Ranald eyes closed as he felt Morton push forward. They flew open again at a shriek of fear and snarl of fury. Ranald could hear the sounds of the life-or-death struggle that was taking place behind him, but was unable to turn enough to see. He concentrated instead on freeing his hand. As the limb became loose from its bindings the shrieks turned into gurgles and then silence descended. Ranald shivered as he strained to free his still-tied hand. Then he stopped and stared.

It was not a man who had saved him. Instead a werewolf, whose gold and caramel fur glinted in the moonlight, stood before him. Even if Ranald had been unable to see that Dunstan's body had vanished from where it lay, he would still recognise the man within the beast. He gave a nervous smile, unsure of just how much the Lycanthrope would understand.

"Thank you," he whispered. He watched as the beast cocked his head from side to side like a confused puppy. Then the werewolf stepped closer, nose twitching as he scented Ranald. Ranald shivered again as hot breath caressed his throat then across his chest. He gasped as he realised the direction of the werewolf's curiosity. A cold nose nuzzled against his groin and he groaned as he reacted.

"Dunstan, please, not here, not like this," he pleaded.

The wolf-man had eliminated the threat to what he already considered as his mate. Now he was uncertain of how to proceed. The young male was shy, uncertain and yet a beguiling scent called to him and he began to follow its trail down luminescent skin to its origin. He heard a voice but although he could make no sense of the sounds, its tone caught his attention. He rose from where he crouched at his mate's sex and peered at the beautiful visage. 

"Please, Dunstan. Let us leave this place. It is not safe here," Ranald coaxed. He reached to caress the furred face.

The Lycanthrope growled as he scented Ranald's blood. He gripped the hand stroking him and nuzzled the bloodied wrist before licking to help it heal. The taste of his mate was as a song in his soul. He realised the other limb was restrained and, with a slash of powerful claws, effortlessly ripped away the rope binding his mate. He whined his distress as the other male immediately scooped up the discarded clothing and began to leave him.

"We must go, Dunstan," Ranald said, picking up the man's clothing and heading away from the clearing. A sad sound had him turn back and he gave a smile as he saw the werewolf standing forlornly, looking like a lost puppy. "Oh, Dunstan," he husked. "I am not leaving you." He moved to the other man and rubbed his body against warm fur to a sound remarkably like a purr from his relieved mate. "Come with me." He clasped a hirsute hand and they ran.

Finally satisfied there was enough distance between them and where they had left Morton's remains, Ranald slowed to a stop. He glanced around, the darkness no bar to his preternatural eyes. He spied a soft, grassy mound within a thicket and led his lover-to-be towards it. He, too, could feel the imminent storm, but that would not stop them.

The werewolf could smell his mate's growing arousal as they slowed to a walk and then sat together. He gave a low whine as his mate drew him close.

"This is not the place or the way I envisioned my first time," Ranald sighed. "But I know I have found that for which I left the safety of my home and family to find. I heard your call, Dunstan, the call from your heart and I have answered it. Make us one and bind us forever. Even if you cannot understand my words, I know you feel the same as I. The wolf mates for life and you would not act so if you did not wish to be bound to me. Take me, Dunstan." He lay down, spreading his legs as the first flashes of lightening split the sky.

The wolf-man's head had cocked from side-to-side as he listened to the musical sounds his mate made. The invitation to couple was unmistakable and yet the beast hesitated. There was desire for him which set his flesh afire, but there was something else...an anxiety that caused him to whine softly. He snuffled delicately at his mate as thunder rumbled distantly. He trailed down satin-smooth skin to his mate's sex. He nosed at the velvety sac and then lower again as he pushed slim legs out and back. He scented his lover's most private entrance and then *knew*what disturbed the beautiful one. He threw his head back and howled as thunder clapped loudly overhead. His yearning was answered. This was *his* mate. *His*. For him and him alone. 

Ranald watched as the beast scented him. He did not expect a gentle coupling. He was surprised the werewolf did not attempt to mount him immediately. He could sense and smell the creature's desire. The sensation of the creature's moist breath across his skin had his sex hardening and when the shaggy head dropped to scent him intimately, Ranald moaned softly. Then his mate was howling and Ranald blinked. Did the Lycan understand it was his first time? He smiled shyly as the male crouched over him, the cerulean orbs regarding him with a tumult of emotion. He pulled the werewolf to him, rubbing his skin across the furred visage and nibbling gently at lips that framed deadly teeth.

The gentle, loving touches sent a frisson through the Lycan's form. He responded with equal tenderness, not wanting to bring anything but pleasure to the entrancing creature. He licked down the ivory column of his mate's neck, pausing to bite carefully, wanting only to mark, not tear. The gasp and wriggle aroused the wolf-man further. He barely noticed the fat drops of rain that began to fall, his senses focused on the beguiling being writhing beneath him. His tongue traversed the smooth chest, pausing to nip with exquisite precision on the pebbled nubs. This time his mate gave a pleasured cry, holding his head at the breast he laved with rasping licks.

Ranald was grateful for the occasional drops of rain that meandered their way through the leafy canopy above him. He was certain that without their cooling influence he would surely ignite. His skin seemed on fire with desire for the werewolf that so lovingly and erotically was learning every inch of his body. He cried out Dunstan's name as the talented tongue licked his manhood. He felt it taken into the ravenous maw and his hips began an instinctive rise and fall. A strong hand stilled him and the aching rod was licked from root to tip once more. The head was singled out for prolonged attention as the Lycan drank Ranald's pre-come greedily.

Ranald thrashed, moaning his need, his hands tangling in his lover's mane as he hurtled towards release. The pressure on his hips vanished and he thrust up as he came, his seed flooding the mouth that swallowed noisily around the flesh it still held. He called Dunstan's name again and again as he was milked of his crème to lie sated and boneless in a languid afterglow. He whimpered softly as his lover moved lower between his spread thighs. He shuffled a little to ensure he was exposed to his mate, encouraging the final union.

The werewolf reluctantly left his mate's sex, but knew there were more tastes and textures yet to savour. His mate's hidden portal was revealed to him and his nostrils flared. Eyes closed, he followed the alluring scent, moving forward until his nose was buried in it. His tongue slid out to lick, adding a new taste to scent. Instantly addicted, craving more, he thrust his tongue forward again and again. 

A low moan reached his ears and he relished the pleasured sound. Soft panting, gentle moans and impassioned groans enmeshed together with a rapidly increasing heartbeat to create an intoxicating melody that fed the fire of arousal within him. His hands roamed over heated flesh, some soft, some hard, to discover fragrant fur and smooth skin. The different textures made him excited in a way unknown before. Finally, he opened his eyes. He stared ravenously at the opening to his mate's intimacy, wet and slick with his saliva. 

Wanting more... needing more... he brought his mouth back to his mate's body, licking and nuzzling. He heard a whimper, the sound of need penetrating the sensual haze clouding his mind. He leant his head against a now rain and sweat damp, quivering thigh, licking it as he panted harshly. Briefly he leant over the writhing form as if seeking permission, his indigo eyes aflame with want, need and love. They met orbs of scorching sienna that held the same emotions.

"Yes, Dunstan," Ranald moaned. "Yes."

A feral look glinted in the wolf-man's eyes. With a growl, he moved back down the luminescent, rain-wet body, stopping to lick and nip, marking his mate. By the time he reached Ranald's groin once more, his lover was writhing and pleading, caught up in the fire now racing through his own body. The Lycan howled his joy before pulling apart the satiny globes, his tongue tasting once more before plunging into Ranald's body again and again. 

Everything else ceased to exist. The two males were enveloped in each other, in the sensations coursing through their bodies. The rain, the cold, the hard ground were all forgotten and Ranald felt no pain when his mate finally entered him, one thigh held out to open the slighter man even more. The bigger male instinctively held him down and Ranald let the waves of pleasure cascade over him. The wolf-man thrust into his body again and again enjoying the push into Ranald's tight sheath.

Ranald moaned as the Lycan changed his angle and brushed across his sweet spot. At the mercy of the stimulation, the Nosferatu felt his excitement mount with each stroke of the long, thick flesh inside him. His own renewed, straining arousal rolled across his belly, the slight friction against the sensitive head making him yearn for a more firm touch.

A fierce grin lighted the Lycan's face at the cries of pleasure from his mate's lips. Releasing his grip on the trim thigh, the wolf-man grasped his lover's engorged shaft. In response his mate lifted his buttocks, grinding wantonly on the rod that impaled him. The werewolf withdrew until only the thick, blunt head of his staff was sheathed. He roughly pumped the arousal in his hand and thrust in a series of short, sharp jabs, relentlessly ramming his mate's hidden jewel. Dunstan howled as Ranald moaned and writhed, rocking his hips trying to envelop more of the pleasure-giving hardness whilst pushing his own into his mate's furred fist.

The werewolf watched avidly as Ranald threw his head back, screaming at the intense pleasure. The Lycan howled again when the Nosferatu's slender shaft pulsed in his hand and a stream of pearlescent cream jetted forth. The thick, warm fluid spattered Ranald's smooth chest and spilled over the wolf-man's fingers. As the slighter male rode out the wave of consuming bliss, nearly passing out as his release tore through him, the werewolf eagerly licked his fingers clean. He then blanketed the slighter form with his body to clean the sweet nectar from satin, moon-kissed skin. The sensation of his furred torso against his mate's sensitised skin was almost too much for the Nosferatu to bear and Dunstan reacted to the soft whimper. A brush of his face against Ranald's and his weight shifted. 

The wolf-man flipped Ranald easily onto his belly. Quickly re-sheathing, the Lycan pushed into the tight passage until his full length was once more snugly ensconced. Now the beast was oblivious to all but his overwhelming need to sink his aching manhood into his mate as deeply as possible and claim him for his own. The second climax had relaxed the smaller male to the extent that the Lycan could thrust as he needed. In a growing frenzy of need and desire the big male drove into clinging heat, knowing instinctively, in every cell, that here he would find all that he needed in this world. Releasing his seed into the irresistible creature writhing under him was more than just desirable it was crucial, it was their ultimate bonding. Finally, the pleasure caught up with him and he threw back his head and bayed his release to the heavens as his seed erupted in a devastating climax.

Drifting, Ranald dimly heard the werewolf's roar of completion and the sensation of teeth latching onto his neck as liquid heat filled him. Ranald smiled at the werewolf's exhaustion as he panted heavily in his ear. Hot drops of saliva fell on the back of his neck and the bruising hold on his flanks lightened. He felt the wolf-man's weight shift. The Nosferatu moaned when his mate's fur rubbed against the insides of his thighs and then a supple tongue was licking sensitive skin. He relaxed fully and let the Lycan give him a thorough cleansing. He was rolled once more to gaze into the anxious orbs of his new life-mate. He caressed the furred visage tenderly.

"Sleep with me, my love," he murmured. He settled the big head on his chest, smiling at the way the bigger male tried to wrap around him. With a contented sigh, he let himself drift once more.




A Call from the Heart



****

As a Nosferatu never truly slept, Ranald was instantly aware of the point at which Dunstan began his transformation back into human form. He silently prayed that the man was as pleased with his new mate as the Lycan had been. He smiled shyly at the human in his arms as confused cerulean gazed up at him, then the eyes became more alert as memories surfaced.

"I...you...we..." Dunstan stammered, unsure of how to proceed.

"You recognised me as your mate, Dunstan," Ranald whispered. "We bonded. I pray that you are not disappointed with me."

"Disappointed?" Dunstan laughed, incredulity colouring his voice. "I could scarcely hope to ever have had a mate of my own, and yet, here I am with the most beautiful creature I ever beheld. I felt something for you the instant our eyes met. Like...like coming home...like I had found where I belonged."

"Then I...I...please you?" Ranald asked coyly. 

"If I were any more pleased, I do not think I could contain myself. But...I was rough. I pray I did not hurt you?"

"You were very considerate," Ranald smiled. "I would have preferred to have had my first time with you in human form..." The groan from Dunstan made Ranald stop.

"I can barely remember," Dunstan said, his voice anguished.

"That can be remedied, if you wish," Ranald offered, laying back submissively.

"You would have me again?" Duncan husked, his eyes devouring the vision of loveliness that lay before him. "You are not too...uncomfortable?"

"Nay, my love. I would have you inside me, if you are willing."

"More than willing," Dunstan replied honestly. He moved to take his place between Ranald's outspread thighs. He hissed angrily as he now saw the mottled markings of the beating Ranald had earlier endured.

"They will heal, my love," Ranald whispered, soothing, softly, sensually. "Make love with me, banish the unhappy memories forever."

"Mine, always," Dunstan growled, possessively, angrily, passionately. No one would ever again hurt the exquisite creature in his arms. He mated their mouths, his tongue ravishing his mate's warm, wet cavern. He ensured he was familiar with every nuance before moving to taste the ivory skin of Ranald's throat and collarbone. He sucked one alluring cinnamon nub into his mouth as his fingers teased the other before switching sides to an impassioned cry from the young man he pleasured. Already both of their staffs were hard and leaking and Dunstan knew he did not have the control to draw out their foreplay nor the time as the first tendrils of dawn made their appearance in the sky.

He positioned their bodies with care, staring lovingly down at Ranald, and tenderly pushed into the entrance of the slighter man's body. The tight heat of his mate enveloping his throbbing maleness almost made him spill instantly. He took deep, calming breaths as he gazed into the limpid brown pools of his lover's eyes. Slowly, gently, inch by hard, aching inch, Dunstan sank into Ranald's body, until they were physically one once more. 

"Dunstan, it feels so good," Ranald purred, reaching to caress his lover's face. "I love you,"

The bigger man held very still. He felt the tense muscles of the hot, moist channel slowly loosen and relax to welcome him home. Wherever Ranald was would now forever be his home and to be inside the Nosferatu was paradise on Earth. Waves of erotic pleasure pulsed throughout his whole body. He could feel his mate's heartbeat as they bonded, mated, united, two becoming one. 

Destiny. 

Dunstan tried to go slow, to be gentle, but after just a few strokes his tenuous control fractured. 

"Love you, love you, love you," he chanted. Senses afire, he made love with Ranald in an erotic blur of sound, sight, scent and sensation. His sex plunged In and out of his beloved Nosferatu's body, faster and harder, adoring, desiring, claiming that which was already his. This time he would remember every dulcet cry, each look of joy and love, their combined scents and tastes, the feel of his mate coming apart in his arms and of his seed filling the body of his beloved.

Yet, even at the height of their passion, the bigger man was both aware and overjoyed that his Nosferatu, his mate, his lover, was meeting him thrust for thrust, passion for passion, needing, wanting, desiring him. Ranald was claiming Dunstan as his own, binding, cherishing, loving him with equal fervour. He felt it deep within his soul. They were joined, spiritually, physically, completely. 

One. 

Dunstan could feel the need for release building within his sweet Nosferatu. His own pleasure increased, fired, blazed through him, gathered deep in his groin, glowing, igniting, burning. He was going to erupt and wanted to take his mate with him. With one final thrust, burying himself as deep as was possible, he came, his seed flowing like lava deep inside his mate and his voice roaring his completion. 

Dunstan's orgasm triggered Ranald's. This coupling had been made with pleasure, ardour, rapture, and his manhood was no longer able to contain his euphoria. He coated their hot skin with pulse after pulse of his crème, moaning Dunstan's name. 

Slowly the two men came down from the high of their shared orgasm. With awareness came the realisation of lives entwined forever, of destiny fulfilled, two becoming as one and they kissed tenderly to seal their bond.

"We have to return to my home quickly," Dunstan said, pulling his lover to their feet. He caught the slender, swaying form. "When did you last feed?" he asked anxiously.

"Nearly three days," Ranald murmured drowsily.

"Feed from me," Dunstan commanded, pressing the Nosferatu's mouth to his throat. It was not the norm for one such as Ranald, but there was no time for any other recourse. He felt the soft lips caress his throat, the sensation so erotic that if he had not just come, Dunstan was certain he would be hard. "Feed," he whispered desperately as Ranald moved away after a moment or two of gentle nuzzling.

"I have, my love," the Nosferatu replied. "My kin do not kill when they feed and so it is the lightest of touches we need. "I have taken enough for now."

Dunstan kissed his mate lovingly and began to dress. 

"Your clothing?" he asked, as he saw none but his own.

"Torn and ruined," Ranald confessed. "I can stay here..." he began, but his words were halted by a harder kiss.

"I will not leave you," Dunstan growled. "I need my horse."

"She is close by, over in that direction," Ranald pointed. "I know her by your scent."

The two men hurried to the mare. Dunstan rapidly unsaddled her and wrapped Ranald's pale form in her blanket. Once she was saddled again he mounted the horse and drew Ranald into his arms.

"I will take care of everything, my beloved," he promised. "No one will persecute you again."

****

Verena opened the door, glowering angrily at the early hour and the uncouth banging that seemed to cause the door to rattle. 

"What is it you want at this time?" she asked archly.

"My apologies for the hour, Mistress Verena," a deep, cultured voice apologised. "But we need to see Dr Dunstan."

"I'm afraid you cannot, Master Edmund," Verena began. She took in the sight of the town Mayor and the Chief Constable who accompanied him. Both men wore grave miens and she felt coldness in the pit of her stomach. However, she gathered her strength and firmly stood her ground. "Dr Dunstan is not..."

"What is it, Edmund?"

"Dr Dunstan!" Verena exclaimed. "You should not be up and about."

Edmund stared at his friend. The blond wore his night attire, looked exhausted and there was bruising about his temple.

"The Constable and I need to speak with you, Dunstan. It's important."

"Come through to the drawing room," Dunstan said tiredly. "We can speak there. Verena, may we have some tea?" He led the way, ushering the other two men ahead of him to sit on a large, leather wing-back settee. He settled on one of the matching chairs. A fire was already lit and blazing in the room and he pulled his chair a little closer to its heat.

"We came to see you because Morton is dead and Rodney and Owen say you and the Nosferatu were last to see him," Edmund said quietly.

"Dead?" Dunstan echoed, looking shocked. "But how, when?"

"Sometime last night after you persuaded his men not to go along with his plans for Ranald," Edmund replied.

"I give you my word, as a man, I did not kill Morton," Dunstan said, choosing his words with great care. 

"We do not suspect you, Doctor," the Constable said. "But the Nosferatu..."

"I think perhaps I can allay your suspicions there also," Dunstan interrupted. As he stood, Verena bustled into the room carrying a tray with the necessities to provide tea as requested. He murmured into her ear and both left.

Edmund frowned with confusion as Verena returned in seconds with a warm, woollen blanket and a small tray. Then his gasp was matched by the Constable's as Dunstan returned, his arms seemingly the only things keeping Ranald on his feet. The bruises of a beating were vivid against the pallor of the Nosferatu's face, his slim body wrapped in a thick, voluminous robe. He watched as Verena clucked and settled Ranald into a chair, suitably covered by the blanket, and with the tray supporting a cup of tea for him. He accepted his own cup as she passed out drinks before returning to Ranald. He could not help but smile as the Housekeeper stood, arms folded, as if on guard at Ranald's side.

"I was lucky not to be killed by Morton," Dunstan sighed, as he collapsed back into his own chair. He sipped at his tea and then touched the bruising at his temple. "He returned to try to...hurt...Ranald. I was injured, but foiled his cruel intent. However, I could see no safe place for Ranald but here. If you so require it of me, I can show you the bruises that cover the rest of Ranald's body. As to Morton's death..."

"There is no need, Doctor," the Constable interjected. "It was no man that killed Morton," he added gruffly. "He was torn apart; the marks of tooth and claw are evident."

"And so you suspected me?" Ranald's sad voice had all turning to face him. "I did not kill him any more than I was responsible for the death of his cow."

"Hush now, Master Ranald," Verena clucked. "I am sure the gentlemen had no such thoughts." She fussed over the blanket as she was favoured with a smile that warmed her despite its fragility. She was certain that once the dark, young man was fully well, his true smile would be as incandescent as the sun. 

Edmund exchanged a brief, discomfited look with the Constable. It had indeed been the other man's thought, although everything Edmund knew of a Nosferatu told him otherwise. However, he could see that the Constable was clearly changing his mind. It was evident that Ranald was not their murderer and no man had killed Morton. If Edmund were to confess his true heart, he would admit that Morton would not be missed.

"Ranald barely had enough strength for me to bring him safely here. I can assure you, he has not been out of my company since last night. He is not your killer. His is a pure, gentle soul," Dunstan added angrily.

"We had to make sure, Doctor," the Constable countered suavely, smoothly turning his initial suspicion of, into apprehension for, Ranald. "People will be concerned about the Nosferatu, some regarding them as no different to Vampires. I would not want them thinking of taking the law into their own hands. As Ranald is innocent in regards what befell Morton, I need to ensure people leave you in peace until he is well enough to leave your care." 

"I will take whatever measures I deem necessary to protect Ranald, Constable," Dunstan said firmly. "I will not countenance any that would abuse or hurt him in any way."

"Dunstan, might I have a private word with you?" Edmund asked. He arose quickly, before the Constable could enter into a debate with the blond whose face was so stone-like as to be carved from granite.

The two men moved into Dunstan's library, the blond looking quizzically at the older man.

"You must know that news of Ranald's true nature will spread quickly through the town. There will be some who will not continue as your patients until he has moved out and others that will not want a Nosferatu living amongst them."

"Edmund, I appreciate your concern," Dunstan sighed. "However, Ranald cannot fend for himself at this time. Morton's attack hurt more than his body. He is both physically and mentally fragile. I cannot turn him away. If patients will not come, then they may find another physician. I must trust the Constable when he says he will help protect an innocent man and I assure you, my friend, Ranald is a pure soul. When he is well, he will leave here and I will leave with him. All I would ask of you, as my friend, is that you help me keep him safe for the time it takes him to regain his strength. We shall be gone in a couple of weeks."

"Your home, your practice?" Edmund asked, not entirely shocked by the news. Dunstan's protective behaviour now made sense to the older man.

"I am putting both into the hands of my solicitor to sell as soon as I feel fit enough to leave the house to do so. We intend to return to Ranald's home. I am more assured of my safety there than of his here."

Edmund nodded and clasped Dunstan's hand.

"I will miss you, my friend. However, I wish you happiness. I wish both of you happiness," he added with a smile.

****

Ranald snuggled close to Dunstan's warm body as they shared his bed. He was still weak and his lover still insisted he feed from him. If he was not already so in love with the blond, Ranald knew he would lose his heart to Dunstan all over again. He nuzzled affectionately against Dunstan's lightly furred body. He relished the feel of muscled torso and learning the taste and texture of the dusky-pink nubs haloed by rose areolae, urged on in his explorations by low groans and breathy moans of appreciation. He raised his head as Dunstan's hand tipped his chin to lock eyes with him.

"If you feel strong enough, my love, I must show you where I will spend this night when the moon rises," Dunstan said, his voice laced with resignation and sadness.

"You will not spend it here with me?" Ranald asked, a mix of confusion and hurt in his voice. Did his mate not wish to sleep with him? "If you will not share your bed with me, then where will you go?" Ranald allowed himself to be assisted into a nightshirt and robe and watched as Dunstan dressed himself similarly. He took the proffered hand and let himself be led from the room.

They went into the kitchen and to a thick, wooden door with strong iron hinges and locks. Ranald glanced at Verena, but she simply shook her head sadly. Through the door and down stone steps he followed his lover until they entered a cellar of thick, stone walls and Ranald gave a cry of denial at the sight before him.

Behind iron bars was an area spread with straw. Fastened securely to the thick walls were manacles. Ranald buried his face in Dunstan's chest.

"You have lived here during the full moon?" he whispered hoarsely.

"Verena secures me and I take a sleeping draught that would knock out a mere man for an entire day. A part of me must also know not to make too much noise and the thickness of the walls helps muffle sound and, yes, this is where I stay. This way I cannot get free and risk hurting the townsfolk or being attacked myself."

"How long?" Ranald asked.

"It has been three long, lonely years," Dunstan sighed. "I thought to help an injured man and was bitten for my concern. The first change caught us by surprise. The next night I almost drugged myself into oblivion, but I still tried to get out of the house. I created this prison to hold me. I do not know how I would have coped without Verena to help me."

"Three years ago I started to be restless at the time of the full moon," Ranald whispered. "Then I started getting dreams, feeling as though I was being called, that I was needed. My mother and sister were both against my leaving home and so I resisted until several months ago. They were always strongest at the time of Allhallows Eve. But I felt the call in my heart, in my soul, your call, Dunstan and I am sorry I took so long to find you. You will not need this...this place again. Tomorrow we will dismantle it and this night you will spend in your bed...with me."

"Ranald, you cannot be sure..." A kiss stopped Dunstan's objections.

"I can be sure. Do you trust me, Dunstan?" he asked.

"With my life." Dunstan did not hesitate in his reply. He knew it with every fibre of his being. His reward was another kiss.

"Then let us return to the kitchen. I will need Verena's help."

****

Dunstan lay naked on his back. His stomach was heavy from a large meal of rare meat. He smiled at the memory of Ranald all but standing over him insisting he finish the repast. His smile became a moan as talented teeth tugged daintily at a swollen nipple. A soft tongue caressed the taut nub before dancing across his chest to treat the neglected twin with equity. His shaft ached and leaked, but Ranald would give him no release. An unwanted tingle began and he knew the moon must be rising.

"What is it, my love?" Ranald asked, aware instantly of Dunstan's tenseness.

"The time comes and I fear it, beloved," he replied.

"You need fear it no more, Dunstan," Ranald soothed, running his hands over his mate's torso, feeling the muscles quiver beneath his fingers.

"I fear that I will remain the beast and lose the man," Dunstan whispered.

"That can never be," Ranald assured. "The beast will come during the full moon, but the man will prevail in the end. Your heart is too pure to stay savage. What you need to do is learn to give yourself to the change so it becomes a smooth transformation both ways. I will be here to watch over you and keep you safe."

Ranald watched as the light dusting of golden fur spread and thickened over Dunstan's body as it became a thick wolf's pelt. As the transformation completed, Ranald smiled lovingly into the confused cerulean eyes that looked around the room. His smile widened as the eyes settled on him and instantly lit with joy. He laughed softly as he was pulled against the wolf-man's chest and carefully kissed his mate.

"I love you so much," he murmured, knowing the Lycan would not understand the words, but the meaning behind them. The low rumble in the Lycan's chest was one of happiness and Ranald nuzzled the strong male lovingly. "This is the way we will spend all the nights you take this form, my love," he whispered. "I will keep you safe in my arms."

He moved to kiss his way down the powerful body. He licked daintily at the thick staff that steadily released its juices and gave his own purr of pleasure at the salty-musk taste. He moved to sit astride Dunstan's supine form and reached behind his body to position his mate's sex at his entrance. He had insisted Dunstan prepare him earlier. This time he wanted to pleasure his mate. The oil was not flavoured or scented and so would hopefully be palatable for the wolf-man.

"I love you," he mouthed as he shifted, letting the tip of the Lycan's sex slip into his opening, moaning slightly at the stretching sensation. He felt the wolf-man tighten his hold on his hips, making him pause in his downward descent.

Ranald trembled as he inched slowly downward until he finally had taken all of his lover's flesh inside him and The Lycan's sac nestled against his nether cheeks. Ranald opened his eyes to look at The Lycan, the depth of his mate's need easily visible in the pleasure- darkened sapphire orbs.

"You're so beautiful," Ranald murmured, as his mate released his grip of Ranald's hips to run his hands over the Nosferatu's already sweat-slickened skin. Ranald's lips parted around another moan as one of the Lycan's hands closed around his leaking shaft, stroking unhurriedly, while the other hand caressed sensitive skin, roaming imperiously over Ranald's smooth chest.




A Call from the Heart



Ranald carefully lifted himself up slightly before sinking down again, drawing a low moan from his lover. At the second uplift, the wolf-man's fist on his aching flesh tightened, stroking the Nosferatu harder. They kept their eyes locked as Ranald slowly raised and lowered himself and then incrementally faster, squeezing his inner muscles to soft whines and low growls of pleasure from his mate. 

The Lycan kept one hand on his lover's heated flesh, pumping it instinctively with Ranald's rhythm, drawing frequent moans from his mate's gently panting mouth. The other hand roamed freely over the body he was learning intimately. The Lycan was secure in the knowledge that no other had touched his mate like this. This sweetness was his and his alone. None had experienced the touch of his mate, or the beguiling way Ranald's eyes widened at first breech. He watched enraptured as Ranald raised himself up again until only the head of his staff was still inside his mate's body and then lowered himself quickly, squeezing his muscles to drawing a loud growl from the Lycan's lips. The wolf-man shifted, wrapping his free hand around his mate's body and pulling him down to meet his lips while thrusting inside the scorching heat that clung to him.

Ranald did not care that the Lycan's thrusts did not reach deeply or that the new position forced him into an awkward angle, because he was writhing in the Lycan's arms and moaning into his mouth. He felt the bigger man let his free hand slide up Ranald's back to gently score clawed nails down damp skin, making the Nosferatu shudder with pleasure. He jerked in the Lycan's arms, his breath coming in raid gasps as the wolf-man squeezed his sex and raked his back in tandem. 

Pleasure was building up low in the Lycan's stomach threatening to spill over at any second. The sight of his mate, the young male's skin luminescent in the light of the moon, dark hair spilling past slender shoulders and the beautiful visage aglow with their shared pleasure made him howl softly with unbridled joy. A change in motion forced his throbbing maleness deeper into Ranald's body, rubbing the slighter man's jewel and Ranald came with a drawn out moan, his seed pulsing over the wolf-man's chest and stomach in powerful spurts. The Lycan growled as his staff was squeezed strongly by the Nosferatu's clenching channel. Thrusting up into the heat enveloping him, he let his own completion rush through him and he came deep inside his mate, claiming the young male as his own once more. 

Still quivering with pleasurable aftershocks and the thick flesh of his lover still impaling him to his heart, Ranald let himself sink down bonelessly against the Lycan's chest, joining their mouths in a tender, unhurried kiss. He smiled to himself as he realised how quickly the Lycan had learnt to kiss, the powerful jaws and sharp teeth wielded with care and precision to dispense pleasure.

"I love you," he whispered and smiled into the beloved chest as his words were followed by a soft whine and a tightening of the strong arms enveloping him. "Rest, my love," he crooned. "We will spend this night loving each other until the moon sets, there is no haste."

He felt the Lycan's body relax beneath him, although his mate's manhood remained half-hard, lodged within him. Nestling happily, feeling completed, safe and loved beyond any doubt, the Nosferatu drifted, awaiting his mate's awakening.

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A year sped by in the blink of an eye and, once more, it was Allhallows Eve. Ranald ran through the forest, listening for the harsh breathing of his pursuer, certain he could reach his home before he could be caught. He stopped to hear better. He changed his angle and ran again. He gracefully vaulted a fallen log and gasped as strong arms enveloped him and he and his captor tumbled to the ground. 

"I have you," Dunstan growled into a small ear. "Now what shall I do with you?"

Ranald laughed at the big blond who sat astride him with a feigned look of confusion.

"Have you *no* ideas?" he asked, fluttering long eyelashes and pushing his hips suggestively against Dunstan's body.

"Insatiable," Dunstan said with a put-upon sigh that was as insincere as the confused mien had been. He then bent down to possess the alluring, pouting lips of his heartmate. "Let us return home, my beloved. I would prefer our bed tonight." He stood, drawing Ranald into his arms to kiss him tenderly. He wrapped an arm around Ranald's trim waist and they walked towards their cottage in the wood, murmuring words of love and trading soft, sweet kisses.

Dunstan had no regrets about leaving his home town. He had been welcomed with open arms into Ranald's family. They had also taken Verena with them as she had no desire to be left behind. There would be a full moon that night, but he no longer feared them. They would spend the time loving each other; Lycan and Nosferatu, Dunstan and Ranald. Thanks to Ranald's love they were both free to be themselves and Dunstan would forever be grateful that the call of his heart had been heard and answered. 



A Call Home



You are away on a trip. Alone at home, I spend my day cleaning, just wearing one of your white button-up shirts, no bra or panties. The feeling of my bare breasts rubbing against the cloth, which smells like you, keeps me wet and horny all day. I know you are calling later, and so I wait to take care of myself until I can hear your deep, sexy voice over the phone line.

Finally, the phone rings. I take it into the bedroom, lying back on the red satin coverlet, my left hand stroking my breast while we talk. I can tell you are horny too when you tell me how you miss rubbing up against me when we cuddle in bed.

You: What are you wearing?

Me: Just one of your shirts. It smells like you. It makes me wish you were here, so I could show you just how horny I am.

You: Pretend I'm there and describe what you would do to me, to the very last detail.

Me: Mmmmm....I sit you in a chair and kneel down between your legs...slowly sliding my nails up your legs, starting at your knees. I use my nails to draw slow circles on your inner thighs, just a hair away from touching your balls, making you anticipate my touch as I lean forward, breathing lightly just an inch away from the head of your cock.

I lick my lips and look up at you with a teasing smile, slowly running the pad of my index finger up the side of your hard, throbbing cock, moving a little closer, flicking my tongue across the tip, tasting you. I lean forward a little more, taking just the head into my mouth, lightly sucking and running my tongue in circles around it. 

Opening my mouth wider, I use my tongue to lead the way as I slllloooowwwwlllyyy engulf your entire cock into my mouth, taking you deep into my throat. I have to swallow to get it all the way inside, but I want every inch. I want to fill my mouth with your throbbing cock. 

I start going up and down at a leisurely pace, making a zigzag pattern with my tongue on the underside of your cock, down and then up, and then suck you hard and fast into my mouth, as deep as I can take it, my throat muscles massaging the head as you thrust deep.

I use my right hand to cup your balls, gently massaging them as I go up and down on your cock, sucking it like the tastiest ice cream cone, wanting to taste your warm cream...

You: You want to swallow my cream, my pet?

Me: I don't want to take you out of my mouth, so I nod softly, my moan of "mmhmm" vibrating around your cock as I deep throat you again.

You: Good girl.

Me: I keep massaging your balls as I hungrily suck and lick your delicious, thick cock. I want to feel your cum spurting into my throat as you throb against my lips.

I pull back until just the head is in my mouth, swirling my tongue around and around, flicking it against the sensitive slit. Finally I open my mouth and engulf your entire 7" with my warm, wet mouth, slurping you deep inside. I close my lips tightly around you and move my head up and down, using my mouth to fuck your cock.

I keep running my tongue around you, swirling, then sucking, then sliding up and down, over and over, moaning as I slip my hand down and run my finger over my clit. You can feel my mouth vibrating lightly around your cock as I moan harder. 

I lean back and pull your cock from my mouth, using my hand to push it up toward your stomach, licking my way down the shaft toward your balls. I look up at you, tongue reaching out to taste your pre-cum, fingers wrapped tightly around you, squeezing lightly, stroking up and down...

You: I'm about to cum, Angel. You better be ready for it.

Me: My eyes gleam and I engulf you in my mouth again, trying to suck your cum up through your cock as you get ready to cum in my mouth...

You: Yes, Baby, I'm cumming into your mouth...take it!

Me: Mmmmmm.... I suck it all up...flicking my tongue across my lips to get every drop

You: Mmmmm...Did you enjoy that?

Me: Mmmmm.... I lick my lips again and use my finger to catch a stray drop, sucking it off. Definitely

You: Good. Now go clean yourself up.

*****

I can't wait for you to get home.



A Call In The Dark



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Hello baby, did I wake you? Mmm I was laying here alone in this big ole bed listening to the storm when I realized I am very, very horny and need you to put your tongue where my finger is right now *giggle slightly* that's right I have my middle finger on my clit of my clean shaved pussy that hasn't one hair on it, oh you should feel how soft it is to the touch. I can imagine you laying between my thighs as you gently spread my pussy lips apart and lightly tease my clit that is swollen and throbbing. I can tell by your moaning you are touching yourself as well. *Giggle* I love these naughty calls in the middle of the night and listening to the sounds of our moaning, our heavy breathing that mixes together in the still of the night. I have my hand holding my dildo at the opening of my pussy, I am making myself even hotter by moving the dildo in slow circles and the vibration is making my clit throb and my pussy is getting dripping wet.

Oh that feels so good, now I am sliding it slowly into my pussy and slowly back out again. Oh my this is really making my pussy gush its thick white juices all over my dildo. Oh it tastes so good too. My hand is beginning to shake as I place the dildo on my clit once again and now back in my pussy. I want more though this is to tame baby, I grab my other dildo and getting up on my hands and knees I place one in my pussy and placing the other dildo in my ass by reaching my arm over my back to my ass. Oh it's so hot, Oh baby, baby I am going to cum baby. Alright I will stop the climax, that felt so hot baby I wish you were here to share this with me and fuck me baby.

I am now able to continue our sexual adventure with this call in the dark and I now have ice cubes that I am placing in my pussy and rubbing over my clit, I am now unwrapping the halls cough drops the Icy blue is my choice oh my the menthol is really making my pussy tingle, the dildo is going back into my pussy and I place the other one under my ass helping it to go in as the menthol is running out of my pussy down to my asshole, wow what a feeling I am getting now. Oh I am so hot, so horny baby, my legs are spreading wider and my asshole is trying to suck the other dildo up inside of it making it go deep as I grind my hips and ass. I need to stop so I can place the nipple clamps on my nipples, just a second as I try to do this without disturbing the dildos from doing their job and vibrating the fuck out of my pussy and ass.

Oh, oh it feels so numb and at the same time I am so horny, oh baby help me please, please help to fuck my pussy so I can explode my juices that are building up pressure and the throbbing in my pussy and ass is becoming more then I can stand. Oh please tell me to cum, please tell me to gush my juices all over this big hard dildo and I will lick it clean with my tongue and mouth sucking off it's mentholated flavors. Yes, yes oh gawd yes I am cumming, I am cumming so hard, oh shit, oh shit, fuck me fuck me *yes* *yes* *yes* oh *yes* oh baby that felt so fucking good, and I can hear your breathing and moaning in my ear and you want to cum don't you baby, you want to explode your juices all over the fucking place don't you? You ready to cum yet? Cum now, cum now for me baby, you want me then fuck me and fucking cum. That's it baby let it explode, oh you sound so hot cumming in my ear baby oh yes, yes baby.

Wow this was the first time I made an obscene phone call for sex,*giggle* it was really hot wasn't it? Would you like me to keep your number for another time. I'm EW by the way and your name is? Well baby until the next time have an erotic week.



A Call on Society



I was casually cruising down the interstate when the phone interrupted. Another 20 miles and I'd be at the race track for and a weekend of NASCAR. This was no time for me to get called into work. I really didn't want to answer. I had nearly $900 dollars tied up in this weekend and really was looking forward to having a good time. But, as a Department of Defense employee It's my job to support my country so I answered. "Jim Beam, how can I help you?" 

"Hi Jimmy. Its Gwen."

"Gwen?"

"Yea Gwen Walters"

Gwendolyn Walters is the Governor's wife. We have had a few good times at the club in resent months. She has a somewhat average but firm body, short blond saloon styled hair, an intoxicating smile and body language that spells "Fuck Me". She is into the light S&M thing that runs it's course in the basement of the club and Its been my pleasure to help her.

"Sorry Gwen. Thought you were someone from work! What's up?"

"Well I'm getting a bit of a tea party together for Wednesday afternoon and we were wondering if you could brighten up the atmosphere?"

"I'm off so I can make it but I'd have to check with Sally. She has a morning business meeting."

"Oh no honey! Sally would put a big damper on our plans. You know what I mean?"

"Ok Gwendolen! No Sally!"

"Dress is casual. Summer home around 3?"

"Sounds good."

"Bye Jimmy. See you Wednesday!

The racing was great but I couldn't get Gwendolen off my mind all weekend. A bit of a tea party? My wife not invited? She was up to something! Well now that I'm in the driveway it won't be long before I find out. A Mercedes, a Lexus and yes Gwen's red Jag, guess my Subaru is going to degrade this "little tea party".

The maid greeted me at the door and ushered me down the hall to the sun room in the back. Three ladies were casually sitting around the room. Our entrance obviously interrupted the conversation.   To my left was a nice looking blond with beautiful legs that barely disappeared under the hemline of her short skirt. Her silk blouse draped low and laid wide reveling the sides of a firm pair of un-haltered Cs. Her dark brown aureoles were clearly visible through the shear material. She shifted uncomfortably and a slight blush came to her face as she noticed me looking her over.

Straight ahead, with the bright sun behind her was a voluptuous brunette. Her soft sweater stretched tantalizingly across a pair of haltered double Ds. A slight smile crossed her radiant face as my gaze drifted down to her loose flowing skirt, hiked high, revealing the ends of a pair of white hold- ups for her red nylons.

The third woman was Gwendolen. She sported a nearly transparent lace blouse and a tight short skirt. Everything about this average looking but firm 35 year old said "Fuck me".

"Thank you Maria. That will be all for now."

"Yes Ma am"

"Ladies this is Jimmy. As I've been telling you he's the best – head -- I've ever had!"

"Gwendolen-------------???????"

"It's ok Jimmy. These are my friends--best friends. We share everything don't we girls? "

Again the blond nervously shifted in the wide wicker chair. As she crossed her legs I gasp as it became nearly obvious that she didn't wear panties. This time that shy little girl blush didn't fool me. She was hot as a fire cracker.

The brunette wasn't going to be out done by a simple snatch flash. She grabbed the hem of her skirt and while staring directly into my eyes she slowly slid it back until I raised my eyebrows confirming that she had gone far enough.

"Jimmy, This is Allison. Don't let her school girl shyness fool you. She has fucked the balls off some really big bulls. And, this is Wanda. She loves to suck cocks better than kucking."

"Hi ladies. Nice to meet you. And Gwendolen, what am I doing at this tea party?"

"Honey, you're the entertainment!"

"Well girls what do you like?"

Wanda started "Allison wants her pussy ate."

Allison continued "I'd like to see a little skin before you dive in."

Gwen added "Lets strip him girls!"

They all stood up and surrounded me like wolves. In seconds I was stripped down to my socks. Gwen held me from behind and rubbed my nipples, Allison kissed and fondled my balls while Wanda stroked my cock.

Gwen backed off then offered "Not yet girls. Let Jimmy show you his talent."

Allison stood up, hiked up her skirt and plopped down in the chair. As I suspected from the previous glimpse she was shaven smooth. Her tight lipped pussy was raised high and ready for my eager tongue. I pulled my cock out of Wands's hand and dropped to my knees in front of Allison. I kissed her smooth mound and lapped at her tightly closed lips until I was interrupted by Wanda sliding her head between my legs.

She had removed her sweater. Her massive breasts were mounding from the upper edge of a white basque. At first I though she was going to suck me off but she forced her way under until my cock was wedged in her cleavage.

Although I've shot my load on may a pair this would be the fist time I ever fucked a pair. As I started fucking Wanda's tits I returned to licking Allison's pussy. As I licked my way down her lips I could taste her delicious juices. As I got her outer lips wet they opened and I slid my tongue in between just enough to tease her. I worked my way from the very bottom up to her clit. She was bucking wildly when I realized Gwen was not going to stand back and watch.

Gwen started licking my balls. It felt so good but to let her do it I had to stop fucking Wanda's tits. I found a good position and let Gwen do her thing. Wanda cooperated by pushing her basque down, holding her breasts tightly around my shaft and wrapping its head with her lips. 

I used my mouth to force Allison's pussy open and drove my tongue deep into her hot pussy. She pushed down and forced her clit into my lips. I got the message and sucked hard while I flicked her clit with my tongue. Allison grabbed the back of my head and held it tight while she raised her hips smashing her pussy into my face so tight I couldn't breath. Wow what a way to go! Suffocate in pussy while getting my balls licked and titty fucking a big pair. 

Well it wasn't to be. Allison pushed my head back, screaming, "Watch! Watch me cum!" With that her cum sprayed from her cunt, like a water fountain. It splattered on my chin and ran down dripped all over Wanda's breasts.

Gwen quit licking and Wanda let her tits go. I got cheated so I backed up and licked every drop from Wanda's tits. She let me finish licking up Allison's cum and then pushed my head down to her pussy. Unlike Allison, Wanda's lips gaped open giving me full access to her delicious womanhood. I sucked each fold of soft meat into my mouth and rolled my tongue over every morsel. Wanda moaned with pleasure and when she was ready, I drove my tongue deep into her cunt as she emptied her load into my mouth. It took me ten more minutes to clean up and the girls let me get every last drop.

Gwen pulled me off and as I raised up she whispered in my ear "Fuck me." She leaned out over the glass coffee table and as she did the short skirt slid up over her ass. That's my favorite view of a woman. Her baseball sized pussy mound pushed her thighs apart and begged for my cock. I mounted her like a stud horse and began to fuck her. However, the girls had other ideas.

Allison and Gwen slipped a leather harness under Gwen and buckled several straps so tightly behind my ass that I couldn't move. My cock was deep inside Gwen and neither her nor I could move. Wanda took my hand and pushed my finger to Gwen's clit.

"Make her cum! Finger her clit until she cums."

I slid my finger under the hood and teased her clit. My cock throbbed like it had a heart of its own. As I diddled, her cunt rippled up and down my cock. From behind Wanda and Allison were licking and sucking my balls. I have heard of women who gave muscle fucks and if this is what they were talking about I wanted more. Gwen's pussy suddenly relaxed and my cock was just hanging in her meat. Then I felt it. Gwen's cum flowed over my cock like a warm shower. 

As Gwen's orgasm subsided, the girls unbuckled the harness and when they did Gwen collapsed. Wanda, who had shed her basque, helped Gwen to the floor then positioned herself, tits up, on the coffee table. With both hands she pushed her breasts together then, offered "Your turn honey" I straddled the table and laid my cock gently between her breasts. Gwen and Allison each rubbed my cock with KY Jelly taking a few extra strokes before Gwen closed the cleavage tight. Let me tell you fucking a woman's tits is not as easy as fucking pussy. Slowly I got the rhythm and when I shot my load to the cheers of all three women It was the most satisfying thing I've ever done.

We were all casually sitting in the sun room when Gwen called Maria to bring the tea. There were only three cups. The girls said good-bye as Maria ushered me back to the front door. On the way she handed me an envelop. In the car I opened it to find $1000.

"When's the next tea party ladies?"



A Call To Remember



It was mid-afternoon as he sat in his own small portion of the large open-plan office. There were some seventy-five people on this floor, and each had his own personal space of ten feet by eight feet, lined by screens that hid you from sight unless you were standing up. There was a constant buzz of telephones ringing, keyboards being battered and muffled conversations. He had been working on this set of figures for nearly two days now, and at long last it was beginning to take shape. He leaned back in his chair, took a sip of his coffee and was just about to restart when the telephone rang.

He picked it up and automatically gave his extension number. As soon as he'd done it he realised it wasn't an office call. The line was too quiet.

"Hi, it's me." It was Patricia, but she sounded different, on edge almost. As she spoke he looked at the photo of her that sat permanently on the corner of his desk. She was of medium height with dark hair, her face wide across the cheek bones and pointed of chin. Her straight nose and soft, sensuous mouth belied by the direct gaze of her hazel eyes. Her figure was trim and spoke of regular works-outs in the gym. He thought about the way that she moved with an air of confidence and purpose, like a woman who knew what she wanted and would, more than likely, achieve her goal. 

The picture showed her leaning against a tree and smiling to the camera. She had that wicked look in her eye which was why he loved this particular photo. The reason for the look was that when he had taken the picture he had been standing stark naked in front of her. He had been erect and had just pointed out the tree-stump he was going to fuck her over. As the smile had crossed her face... Snap! He took the photo. He kept it on his desk to remind him of the sensuous creature that awaited him when he got home each evening.

"Hello Patricia. Everything alright?"

"Yes fine. Are you busy?"

"Never too busy to talk to you, why has something come up?"

"Er,...sort of. You know how several times in recent months we've discussed various sexual fantasies to each other. Did you mean what you were saying?... Are you sure you can talk?"

"Yes, yes I'm sure I can talk. Did I mean what I was saying? Every word, you know that. Why?"

His heart skipped a beat as he asked this for she obviously had something in mind.

"One of the things that you keep telling me is that you fantasise over the idea of my making love to another man. Is that really true or is it just a fantasy? Think before you answer, it could be important."

"Christ Patricia, why are you asking? What's happened?"

"Answer the question David. Is it true? Do you get turned on by the thought of my making love to another man?"

"Yes, you know damn well I do. I'm almost coming on the spot just thinking about it. Why are you asking me this now?"

"I'll tell you. There is a man downstairs in our lounge. He was delivering some flowers ordered for me by my mother. I invited him in because I wanted to give him an order for a bouquet for the christening we are going to next weekend. To cut a long story short, as I'm trying to explain what I would like, he is staring at me as if he would like to devour me. He turns me on David, and so I thought about your fantasy."

"Bloody hell. What is he doing now?"

"He is waiting for me to show him the colour of the dress that I want the flowers to match. I've just come upstairs to get it... it's up to you now David. Would you like him to make love to me?"

"Yes," he replied quietly. Before he could say anything further, she told him to hang on a second. From the sudden tapping and rustling sound, he realised she had put the phone down somewhere. He waited for her to return. Perhaps the delivery boy had called her.

After thirty seconds or so, he heard her voice, but she was not talking into the phone. She was back in the room, but ignoring the phone. Christ, he heard her call the boy upstairs. He listened intently as it dawned on him what she was about to do.

"I'm in here," she called. "Ah, there you are. Now then, that dress was in here somewhere." There was a few seconds silence that seemed to last an hour.

"No... its not there. Damn. I tell you what though, it is exactly the same colour as the negligee hanging on the back of that door. What colour would you say that was?"

"Er... lilac?" came the reply. There really was a strange man in his bedroom. He tried to put a face to the voice, but found it impossible. He felt his hand getting sweaty as he held the receiver.

"Nice texture too" came the voice again. "Must feel nice against your skin."

"It is satin" Patricia replied. "I'm told my skin feels just like it... why don't you come here and tell me if it's true."

David was spellbound. This was the stuff his dreams were made of. He had only known Patricia for six months or so, and she had already fulfilled most of his earlier fantasies. But this... wow!

"Does it feel the same?" asked Patricia in a perfectly calm voice.

"It... it is very soft. Not quite the same though" came the response.

"It wasn't my arm being stroked when the comparison was made."

"No? Where were you being stroked?"

"On the insides of my thighs... try there."

"I will... lift your dress."

"I can do better than that..." David could not believe what he was hearing. The delivery boy obviously had no idea that the phone was off the hook. He wondered how she'd hidden it. He envisaged her pulling her dress over her head. He waited.

"Oh my God," came the voice. "You are beautiful. Let me feel the inside of your thigh then. Please."

"Of course. Kneel in front of me... mmm, that's better. How does it compare to the satin?"

"Exactly the same. Are these satin as well?"

"No, unfortunately not. Why don't you pull them off,... yes... much better. Now lick me... slowly!"

As he listened in silence, the love of his life made all the familiar noises that told him the delivery boy was hitting all the right spots. If anything she was being more vocal than ever. He hoped that was for his benefit rather than due to the prowess of this boy's tongue. It was some 

some ten minutes before he recognised the pattern in her moans that told him her orgasm was approaching. He almost came with her as he listened to her scream with undiluted pleasure.

All went quiet for a short while before she spoke again.

"Thank you," she said, "and now its your turn. How long do you have?"

"As long as I want. You were my only delivery this afternoon. How about you?"

"There will be nobody here until eight o'clock" she said quite clearly, leaving David in no doubts as to when he was expected, "so we have at least three clear hours to ourselves. By the time I've finished with you, you will have to crawl home through exhaustion. Now stand up and strip."

David looked at his watch. Seconds ticked past in silence before she gave her next comment.

"That's much better. Does it taste as nice as it looks... mmmmmm, wonderful. So what would you like first mister deliveryman? Which of my orifices would you care to fill first?... hang on, before we really start let's just move these... CLICK!!"

The telephone went dead. She'd hung up. He could not believe this was happening. He wanted to ring her back but knew he couldn't. He was tempted to go straight round and spy on them..., but no. That was not in her rules. He would go round as instructed at eight o' clock. By then he would be ready to explode. It was going to be a very long afternoon. He looked at the sheets of figures on his desk, then shrugged and settled back to contemplate what he should relate to her as his next fantasy. Only three hours and forty-seven minutes to go...