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Dawn Ch. 01

By: Turpitudismo



To those of you who have found yourself reading the wrong category, move on now to save yourself the trouble of having to send us messages explaining why this is all wrong! 

It is written expressly for those that enjoy the fantasy of a bit of wife sharing. It is erotica, not a documentary.

We hope you enjoy!

*

'What are you doing Ant? Ooh! Hmmm, that's nice!'

Dawn moaned softly as her husband continued the movements of his tongue around her pussy. His head was between her thighs, her long legs were wide spread and her arms back above her head and tucked under the pillows. He was at work beneath the duvet, preventing her from looking down to see what he was up to. 

He had her favourite black dildo to hand and as his tongue 

flicked lightly across her sensitive little clit he started to nudge the shiny black rubber helmet against the soft moist folds of her rapidly swelling pussy lips. He started to ease it in gently - just a little at first, then out again, in a little further, then back again.

Her thighs parted further as if to welcome the thick helmet, now slippery with her own juices. With each gentle nudge, the realistic rubber dick began to fill her and he could sense her muscles drawing it in. She was writhing a little as he teased her with it, slowly building the pace until, with a breathless gasp, every inch of it was firmly lodged inside, filling her wet pussy. It was soon fucking her hard. He knew she was close now, and could hear her muffled cries.

'Yes! Oh yes! Oh my God, YESSSS!'

Her pussy gripped the dong tightly as she shuddered to a climax, her juices flooding over it. Ant just loved getting her in this state! As her orgasm died away and his own raging hard on became ever more apparent, he slid the dildo from her pussy with a soft gurgle and then, pulling the duvet to one side, he reached up to push the glistening black shaft into her open mouth.

He expected a little hesitation or protest but there was none; her dark red lips closed around it and she began to suck hungrily as she took it from him, then looking straight into his eyes, she began to deep throat it.

The sound of her slurping on that shiny rubber dong got her husband even more worked up as he brought his own cock up to her pussy, lunging forward in one movement to sink the full rigid length into her hot moist pussy.

She kept her eyes closed and her mouth full of cock as she moved one hand to her pert little tits to pull at her sensitive pink nipples, her breathing now more of a pant. Her cheeks were pulled in as she was sucking hard on that fake cock, his thrusting grew faster and more impatient. 

He told her how hot she looked with her mouth full of cock and asked, stupidly perhaps, if she liked having a stiff cock at both ends.

The instant the question registered, her back arched and she pulled the slick dildo from her mouth. She looked at him dreamily through half closed eyelids as a second orgasm coursed through her.

'What woman wouldn't want two hard cocks? I've always been a greedy bitch, you know that!'

Ant feigned a shocked expression, as, with a final thrust, his balls emptied, pumping her full of hot cum. 

His mind was now racing with images of his sexy 41 year old wife being spit-roasted between two thrusting cocks! 

Dawn felt him flood her pussy and tossed the dildo aside.

'Of course, this is only fantasy darling, one man is enough trouble for me, and my black rubber friend is good enough for anything extra I fancy!'

He laughed as she added,

"But you can get down there and clean me up, that's one thing it can't do!"

He watched as she brought the dildo down with an urgent motion, sliding it effortlessly straight back up inside her spunk filled pussy. As she began to work the dong, the sound of it squelching in and out caused stirrings in her husband's cock once more. He positioned his face between her thighs to obey her demands, tonguing her clit lazily as she took charge of the fucking her black rubber friend was providing. 

He had finally opened the suggestion of her taking more than one cock, and she had given a positive response without a second thought. 

Ant thought excitedly, this could become interesting!

***

The complexity of a woman's mind never ceased to amaze Ant! Over the next few days he tried to talk to Dawn about the idea of taking two cocks, but her cheeks would flush red and she would immediately change the subject, unless, that is, they were in bed. That became an entirely different matter!

Now, as Ant lay in the dark on his side with Dawn on her back, one long leg draped across his waist, he start slowly and alternately feeding her his cock and her new toy, a nice fat life like dong!

'How do you like the idea of two cocks fighting over access to your hot little pussy?' He whispered.

Dawn giggled and sighed as her legs parted a little more.

'I'm having very rude thoughts now ... I wonder if both could get in there at the same time? Oh my God, just imagine, my little pussy being stretched by two big cocks!'

'I take it you'd like that then?'

'Mmmm, yes! It's still only a fantasy of course, but the idea of actually having two cocks to satisfy me does turn me on! It's a very naughty idea, but it does have a certain appeal!'

He soon discovered how appealing! 

After teasing her further she became wetter than he could remember and fucked him like a demented wildcat.

***

As the next few weeks passed, every time they made love, Dawn went into more detail, asking what she should wear, and how Ant and the phantom cock would go about sharing her, what positions they would take her in, in fact everything but who it might be. Ant assumed that in her mind they are both him, but at the same time! 

The trouble now is that he wanted to see her writhing between two cocks in real life, He'd always had that fantasy, but now that they were sharing it he wanted to take it to the next stage!

The real problem is who with, how, and would she? He really doubted that she would ever agree to it becoming a reality, so began thinking that a little trickery was called for!

Over the next few days, the seeds of a devious plan were sown in his mind. It was risky, but that made it more exciting, and it might just work!

***

As Ant continued to work on his devious plan, he became delighted with the newly liberated Dawn, even if that liberation was confined to fantasy roleplay within the bedroom! His credit card had taken a hammering though as Dawn has invested in some new clothes to bolster the authenticity of their games. 

Recent purchases included some mini skirts, one of which was really not much more than a soft leather belt! Various tops, stockings, knickers and, best of all, a range of quite slutty (though very expensive) boots and shoes. 

Much to her husband' delight, Dawn had now taken to 'dressing' for sex, be it a pair of long silky black opera gloves, her dominatrix style black pvc wear or a combination of, quite frankly, inappropriate attire for a woman of her age and social standing! 

A 41 year old married professional woman should not really be dressed from head to toe like a cheap slut, more befitting a street corner whore! But Ant was far from caring as he began reaping the benefits of her new found enthusiasm for spicy sex!

***

Getting back to the plan for a second cock - Ant decided that the ideal candidate would be Jim, an old colleague of his. He is mature, educated and quite the "silver fox" -- just Dawn's type in fact. He knew from long conversations that he was like minded, and he had seen photographs of Dawn and had made no secret of the fact that if Ant ever decided to introduce her to extra cock, he would be up for it! 

Ant also knew that threesomes turned him on and that he had indulged in similar fun with his own wife in the past. Jim was in his mid fifties, but still in good shape, and the added thrill was that, although they had discussed their sex lives in glorious detail, he had never actually met Dawn. 

Ant arranged to meet him in a pub one evening and told him what he had in mind. Needless to say, he was very enthusiastic and within half an hour they had a plan in place. Ant surprised himself by scheming with him for a good hour or so and not feeling so much as a twinge of jealousy that this guy might end up deep inside his wife's pussy!

They arranged a date and decided on a nice hotel that was not too far from where they lived. Ant was to take Dawn for a weekend treat and book two rooms with an adjoining door to make the plan easier to execute.

***

Lying in bed a few nights later, he told Dawn that he had booked a weekend away at one her favourite hotels as a little treat.

'That sounds lovely, what's the occasion then?' she asked, curiously.

'No special occasion, I just thought it would be good to get away for the weekend for some relaxing time out the house.'

'Hmm, how relaxing did you have in mind? I know you and relaxing! I presume I won't need much in the way of outdoor clothing?' she laughed.

She became even more enthusiastic when he told her that he had ordered a new 'real feel' dong that he was going to introduce to her, so she had better be prepared for a busy night!

***

Jim booked into the hotel and settled into the room. Waiting for today had seemed like an eternity, but the wait until he received the text telling him that everything was ready seemed even longer.

He felt his cock harden as he went over the plan in his mind, unable to believe that he might soon have it buried in the lovely Dawn without her even realizing! This was so wrong but, at the same time, such a turn on!

A simple text saying 'unlock' would mean that they had gone down to dinner and he was free to unlock and test the connecting door for squeaks, he had oil ready just in case. Then the wait until he received 'now'. The signal to enter the room to join the fun!

According to the plan, he was expecting Dawn to be knelt on the bed facing her husband, blindfolded, legs apart and ankles tied to the metal frame foot board.

She would be expecting to ease back onto the 'real feel' dong that was attached by a suction base to a plastic board clipped to the foot board.

Unbeknown to her, this will have been switched for an identical board with a hole for his cock to fit through. As Jim rubbed his cock in anticipation, a smirk spread across his face as he imagined how delighted she would be at the realism of this cock!

Coming out of the shower, Jim glanced at his watch. Just gone seven, time to order a light meal from room service. It shouldn't be long now until it was time to test the door. 

Then a few drinks and wait for the fun to start!

***

His phone beeped as a text came through 'unlock'.

Jim slowly turned the key and the door unlocked quietly. Turning the handle cautiously and giving a gentle push the door swung open. Perfect! A nice silent door! 

He took a quick look around the room and his eyes fixed on the bed, the scene of the evil deed about to be carried out! Slowly closing the door again, Jim settled back to await his signal. 

An hour had passed by the time Jim heard voices in the corridor outside his room, followed by the door lock clicking next door. They were back!

Dressed only in a clean bath towel, Jim moved towards the connecting door and put his ear to it. He could hear voices and the occasional giggle, but then someone had turned the radio on and music washed over the conversation. He reached down and adjusted his cock, which had grown in anticipation of the treat it was about to receive.

'Not long now!' he muttered as he eased himself back on to the armchair, phone at the ready.

***

Ant had hardly been able to eat any dinner in anticipation of what was in store for Dawn.

As she chatted away during the meal, all he could think about was seeing her writhing about on the bed taking a cock at each end and having no idea that one of them belonged to a complete stranger. He knew that this was so wrong but the appeal was too great to resist. 

Despite her relatively demure attire for dinner she knew he was mentally undressing her and was happy to cross and uncross her legs seductively or let a spiked high heel dangle teasingly from a foot. 

Finally the meal was over and they were on our way back to the room.

Once inside, he pulled Dawn towards him and gave her a long, lingering kiss. Her hand moved over his crotch and she gently gripped his solid cock.

'Mmm, you're keen tonight!' she whispered. 

'I think I should go and get ready, what do you want me to wear for your special fun?'

He handed her a suit cover and a box and she disappeared into the bathroom. As she dissapeared, he flicked on the iPod docked beside the bed so that music would help cover the sound of Jim's arrival and any other "unexpected noises"!

Dawn was back in a few minutes. Until this point he had not been sure about the outfit she was to wear. It had been Jim's choice and a concession he had been willing to make to add to the excitement of the occasion -- in addition to inadvertently ending up spit roasted his darling wife was also blissfully unaware that she was dressing to order for a total stranger! 

His credit card had once again taken a pounding as some of the outfit was special order but the sight of her emerging from the bathroom was more than worth the expense and he knew Jim would be very pleased with his choices, despite them being far removed from Dawn's usual tastes. 

His cock hardened as he took in her long legs now encased in tan suede thigh high boots with teetering five inch spiked heels and her dark brown lace top stockings just visible above the top of the boots. 

Her basque was chocolate brown and in the shiniest satin, the straps clipped neatly to the stocking tops --a first for the suspender hating Dawn. Her neck was adorned with a thick diamante choker -- nine strands of glistening jewels sat snugly against her throat. Her hair was in a tight pony tail fastened high on the crown of her head and she had reapplied her dark red lipstick. She did a slow twirl.

'Will this do for you, sir?' she asked with a wide smile, knowing the effect it was having on him.

'Oh yes, that will do very nicely, I hope you're ready to satisfy two big cocks tonight!'

She glanced across to the bed.

'Where's my new friend then, I thought you had created something special for me tonight?'

'Oh I have, darling, don't you worry! But it's a surprise so I want you to feel it rather than see it! Come over here and let's get you ready!'

A few minutes and a few giggles later, Dawn was lying face down on the bed, blindfolded, and her legs wide apart with her feet through the decorative metal foot board, ankles firmly secured with rope.

'Right, just try kneeling so that I can position your new friend.' He instructed.

As she pushed herself back, the position was perfect for the board that he'd prepared. He clipped it in place and told her to lay down again. The second board with the dong attached was placed nearby so that he could change them over when Jim had left.

It was now or never, nervously he typed 'now' into the phone and sent the text. He climbed on to the bed and knelt in front of Dawn, easing his rigid cock between her lovely red lips. She opened her mouth wide and murmured encouragingly as she let him slide his full length in. Fuck! He thought, this is going to be so good!

***

Jim jumped as his phone bleeped. He grabbed it and saw the word 'now' on the screen.

'This is it old son, it is actually going to happen -you're on! 

Jim murmured, looking down at his cock.

Switching off the phone and the lights, he made his way to the door. He held his breath as he turned the handle and eased it open.

Oh fuck, Yes! He thought as his eyes adjusted to the soft glow of the room.

As Ant grinned a welcome at him, he took in the vision of Dawn as he saw her 'in the flesh' for the first time. Approaching the bed and hardly daring to breath, he took in the long, spread, booted legs, rising to her firm little bum and narrow waist. Her head was bobbing up and down enthusiastically on her husband's cock. He found himself trembling with nerves and excitement -- what a situation to find himself in! He gave Ant an expression of approval as he moved closer, wondering what he should do next. As if reading his mind, Ant eased his cock from her mouth.

'Are you ready for our friend to join us now?' he asked quietly, holding his head near to her ear.

'Mmm, I think so.' Dawn sighed. 'Is he going to like what he sees?'

'Oh yes, my love, he's going to like it very much!' replied Ant. 

He watched Jim wave his erect cock in approval.

'In fact,' Ant continued, climbing off the bed. 'He wants to run his hands over your legs and body first, would you like that?'

This was not part of the original plan but Ant could see how adding to the mental images flooding Dawn's mind would work in Jim's favour, allowing him the opportunity to play even more.

'Oh God yes! Let him touch my pussy too, he can see how wet I am already! I hope it makes his cock good and hard, ready to fuck me with! I need two cocks tonight, I'm going to need a very hard fucking to satisfy me now!'

Ant gestured to Jim to help himself as he continued the commentary.

***

Jim didn't need telling twice.

Moving stealthily, he crept alongside Dawn. His hands started on her soft boots and he felt the heat of her body as he slowly ran them up her legs.

'Hey, he loves your boots, I can see his cock growing stiffer as he touches them! He's going up to your lovely thighs now, do you want me to stop him?' 

Ant continued the roleplay scenario as Dawn became more engrossed in the picture he was painting for her.

'No, no, let him carry on!'

Jim moved his hands up over her soft stockings, across the lacy tops and on to the soft warm flesh above them.

Dawn parted her thighs further to allow easier access as she let out a long sigh -- assuming them to be Ant's fingers but imagining them to be those of her make-believe lover.

'This is so good! Oh my God, what a turn on!'

Ant watched intently as Jim's hand slid between her parted thighs, his thumb nudging against her pussy. She was right, she ready for this! Her pussy was so wet that his fat thumb slipped easily into her hot velvety tunnel as his hand gripped her soft warm inner thigh.

'Oh yes. Oh God, come on, I need some cock now, please, I can't wait any longer!' Dawn gasped as she thrust herself back on to Jim's thumb.

'OK Babe, if you're sure you're ready for it!' 

He nodded to Jim to take up his position with his cock through the board, then helped Dawn back into a kneeling position.

'Are you sure you're ready for this?'

'Yes, for God's sake, give me some cock!'

To Jim's surprise, as Dawn was eased back up into a kneeling position just in front of the wooden board and his hard cock Ant reached between her legs and took hold of his cock. Talking to Dawn as if he had a rubber dildo in his hand he whispered to her. 

'Mmm he needs to rub himself against your clit honey to check you are wet enough for him'. 

The action of Antony doing this reinforced in her mind that it was a lifeless rubber cock stuck to a wooden board being rubbed up and down her gushing pussy rather than an actual cock belonging to a total stranger -- what a deception! 

He rubbed Jim's cock up and down a few times as Dawn purred and then he placed the bulbous head at the entrance to his wife's yearning pussy. Jim needed no further encouragement and stayed perfectly still, his cock resting against the outer folds of Dawn's tight wet slit.

'Ooo,' she purred, 'It's a nice warm one!'

'Told you it'd feel real!' smiled Ant as he took his position at her head once more.


Dawn...



There was something about her, a quirkiness that drew you to her when she was around. It could have been in the middle of a party or large gathering of friends celebrating who-knows-what; it didn't matter, she stood out.

Not a 'babe' in the traditional sense of the word, no, she was rather average; a bit on the short side, maybe 5'4 on a 'tall day', a few pounds more than she wanted to have but there you have it, the pounds were there. Not so much so that it was unattractive but enough that there were 'soft spots'. Her breasts were on the smallish side, probably A+ or B- but with very easily aroused nipples that begged to be sucked when they were awake.

She laughed a lot, found humor in most circumstances and loved to kid and joke with her co-workers at the steakhouse where she bartended. That was where I met Dawn, but it was before I began working at the steakhouse on weekends, as the second barkeep at the larger, main bar downstairs, or as the upstairs service bartender.

She and my wife were friends, having worked together for a couple of years. After busy nights it wasn't unusual for the wait-staff to gather for after-work drinks at a nearby bistro to let the adrenalin from busy weekend nights slip away, to come down from the warp-speed pace that the bartenders and wait-staff had to work at on busy nights. I would join them, most nights, when I picked up my wife from work at night, before I started working there as well.

Dawn and my wife would go shopping together sometimes, and we had also become friends with her husband, John, and often did things together as couples. Dawn knew of my wife and I's involvement with swinging, but was not at all judgmental of us about that; it was our thing and that was fine with her. We never approached her and John with thoughts of screwing them; no, that would never have flown with John who was a very nice guy but also very traditional in every sense of the word. So we were social friends, not sexual ones.

My 'regular' job required a lot of travel for me, during the work week, which also allowed both my wife and me to indulge in extra-curricular sexual adventures when apart. Not a lot, but enough that we both enjoyed it. We would share our sexual adventures with each other during nightly phone calls or after I returned home from my business trips. The sharing of our sexual trysts with each other always resulted in marathon fucking sessions for us, without fail.

Barb, my wife, was a 'looker' with a killer body and knew it. While not overtly conceited about it, she knew how to use it to her advantage when she wanted to with both men and women. Barb was an equal opportunity swinger; men, women, couples, it didn't matter to Barb, it was all good.

Over the course of several months as Barb and Dawn became friendlier and started hanging out during off-work times, Dawn heard many stories from Barb about recent swinging activities of us, the both of us, so she knew where our heads were regarding recreational sex with other people.

I started working weekends as a bartender with them temporarily when they were short help at the steakhouse and was asked to continue by the management, so I did. I became part of the crew, on weekends, and would join in the after work festivities when we closed.

One such evening, Dawn and I were the last to leave the steakhouse and she said that she didn't feel like joining the gang for drinks that night. Barb was visiting her parents back home and wasn't in town. 

"Feel like smoking a joint with me?" she asked me as we stood in the empty parking lot of the steakhouse.

"Sure, you know I never turn down a chance to toke," laughing as I said it. 

She did know for she had shared lots of weed with us over the past several months. Not John though, no not John. He knew Dawn smoked but just didn't want to have her smoke at home, didn't want the kids to find it or smell it.

We sat in her car, toked up, and just bullshitted about non-important things as we got high. 

"You really don't mind Barb fucking other people, huh?" she said suddenly, out of nowhere.

"No, we're okay with it; not many people understand the mind-set it takes to be a swinger," I said, responding, "and after all, it's not like I haven't had my share of recreational pussy," ending my answer to her question.

She laughed, her eyes now glazed, betraying the stone that was overtaking us both.

"Yeah, I know," she said, "Barb's told me of a couple of your flings on the road."

"Hey," I joked, "even traveling salesmen get horny."

She laughed with me and then we were in each other's arms, kissing lustfully, our hands touching each other, fondling each other with reckless abandon. I unbuttoned her blouse as her hand squeezed and rubbed the bulge in my slacks. 

My hand easily covered her breasts, her nipples pressing against my palm as I felt her, squeezing softly, slowly. Our breathing was labored, the windows fogging up from our make-out session.

"I want to fuck you so much," she moaned between kisses, "but I know we shouldn't be doing this and yet I don't want to stop."

"Sweetie, as hot as I am at this moment," I said to her, her head between my hands as our eyes locked, "if there's the slightest chance of regret in the morning by you, then you're right, we shouldn't be doing this."

The heat of the moment having passed, she slowly nodded her head in agreement, giving my cock one final squeeze as I began buttoning her shirt up.

We sat there for a few moments, quiet, each of us in our own thoughts when she spoke again.

"And if I ever get enough courage to jump into bed with you?" she asked, her voice low, almost too low to hear clearly but I did.

"Then let me know, and we'll figure it out from there," I answered, kissing her sweetly and softly on her lips.

"Will you tell Barb about tonight?" she asked further.

"There's nothing to tell, Dawn, we shared a joint and a goodnight kiss; that's my story and I'm sticking to it."

She smiled, leaned over and we kissed again, a soft, lingering kiss that lasted quite a while. Breaking off, I said goodnight to her, got into my car and drove home, as she did.

Over the next few weeks, we found reasons to have other hot, lusty make-out sessions after work, or on breaks. Never going further than fondling and touching, for a while, that is. On a Friday night, when we both closed the steakhouse down, and we were once again sharing a joint and the feel of each other's body, she boldly took my cock from my pants, stroking it, gripping it as my fingers rolled and played with her nipples. 

Breaking from our kiss, she looked me in the eyes and lowered her head, greedily sucking and licking my cock, taking more and more of it into her mouth. My heavy breathing betrayed the fact that I was going to soon climax and raising her head from my dick, her mouth red with precum on her lips, she asked me to cum in her mouth, to let her swallow my climax. Lowering her head again, she resumed sucking with even more lustfulness, almost as if she wasn't going to get enough of my cock.

Reaching down to her pants, I unsnapped them, working my hand down her belly to her snatch under her panties. She was so wet, and as my fingers played with her clit, she came, grinding her pussy against my hand as I slipped two fingers inside of her. Thrusting my hips upward with my climax, our sounds, I was sure, could be heard for blocks. She sucked my entire load, noisily, greedily, reaching another orgasm as I continued to finger-fuck her.

We shared another small joint, silently but both of us smiling before we parted that night.

The following week was a rare week at home for me, no traveling at all. Barb was at work and I was working in my office when the doorbell rang. 

"John thinks I'm shopping," was all she said when I opened the door and found her standing there, "and Barb doesn't get off until closing tonight, right?"

Standing aside so she could enter the house, I said, "Right, but I believe she has a date of her own tonight, with Pauline, I believe."

Pauline was a married bi-friend of Barb's and a co-worker at the steakhouse. She and Barb were going out for drinks after work and possibly back to Pauline's house for fun and games since her husband was away on a hunting trip.

"John can't ever know about this," she said, her eyes pleading.

"That's between you and John, sweetie, I certainly won't go running to him to tell him," I answered, taking her into my arms, bending down to meet her lips as she raised hers up to mine.

I took her upstairs to the master bedroom, leaving the lights off, using the glow of the light from downstairs to provide just enough light to see each other as we slowly kissed again, standing by my bed.

I took her clothes off slowly, kissing on her body as her nakedness evolved. Laying her on the bed, our eyes stayed locked with each other as I stripped, climbing into bed with her, taking her into my arms, rolling her on top of me as I did so.

Pulling her body up with my hands, my mouth traced kissed down her throat and chest, pausing to slowly suckle her breasts, one at a time, her nipples hard against my tongue. Her hands played in my hair, her lips and throat moaning as her pleasure increased from what I was doing to her.

I guided my cock into her wet pussy as I continued to suck on her tits, causing a gasp to escape her mouth as I slowly, teasingly, entered her until I was fully inside of her, our pubic bones grinding against each other's.

Not long; I didn't stay in her long before I pulled out of her and in one swift move, raised her so that her knees had to straddle my head. When that happened, I pulled her pussy to my mouth with my hands on her ass and began eating her with hunger and wanton lust.

Her moans were now cries of joy and pleasure as she reached one orgasm after another from my mouth and tongue making love to her pussy.

"In me, I want you in me when you cum," she said between climaxes, her hands twisted in my hair, pulling my head deeper into her pussy.

Rolling her over to her back quickly, her legs wrapped around my waist as I sank my cock into her. We quickly found our rhythm and took our time with slow, deliberate fucking, enjoying the feel of my thick cock in her tight pussy. She was later to confide that John was much smaller than me, not nearly as thick as me or as long as my 8".

As the passion overtook our beings, we increased our tempo until the headboard was knocking against the wall. We came together, she reaching three to my one. Barb was also multi-orgasmic so I was use to prolonging my ejaculations for her pleasure as well. Finally finishing, I collapsed along side of her as she cooed and murmured contentedly, obviously satisfied with the fucking that had just happened.

"Was it good, Babe?"

Not my voice, nor Dawn's, it was Barb's, from the doorway.

Seeing Dawn's shocked and frightened look, Barb walked towards the bed, slowly unbuttoning her shirt as she did so.

"Relax, Dawn, I'm not mad or angry or pissed off, okay?" Barb said, shaking her shirt from her arms, her braless 36D boobs high and firm on her chest. She stopped at the end of the bed, looking at us both and smiling, slowly undoing her belt and jeans.

"That was hot, watching you guys," she said, still smiling, the familiar-to me anyway-look of horniness in her eyes and on her face.

"Barb, I don't know..." but Barb stopped her from saying anything else by quickly leaning down and kissing Dawn on the mouth, Barb's hand dropping onto Dawn's breasts, squeezing and caressing as she kissed a shocked Dawn deeper and deeper. Dawn's wide-opened eyes of shock slowly closed as the kiss deepened between them. She slowly wrapped her arms around Barb as they continued to kiss, their tongues now dancing in each other's mouth.

Dropping her hand to Dawn's cum-soaked pussy, Barb fingered Dawn for a short bit, removing her fingers and bringing them to their mouths, each sucking and licking my cum from Barb's fingers.

"Baby," Barb said to me, "why don't you let Dawn suck on you while I clean her up a bit."

And with that said, Barb crawled between Dawn's opened legs and dropped her head to her bush, the sounds of her licking and sucking my cum from Dawn's pussy, loud in the dimly lit bedroom.

"Ooh, Goddamn, but that feels so good, Barb," Dawn said as I moved towards her head on my knees, my semi-hard cock bobbing in front of her head. Reaching with her hand, she took my cock and had me rock hard within five strokes from her small hand. Leaning upward as I moved my cock lower for her; she swallowed all of me in three gulps, her cries of pleasure louder than Barb's noisy pussy-eating.

I came in her mouth when I could hold back no longer, she and Barb taking turns at sucking my cum from me. Dawn had climaxed several times when Barb finally finished with her, finished sucking our juices from her cunt and had moved higher on the bed to kiss and play with Dawn as she sucked on me.

The girls let me rest and regain my strength, thankfully, while at Dawn's request, Barb talked her through pussy-eating 101. Dawn had never been with another woman, sexually, before that night but Barb said she was a very good student, laughing afterwards.

Dawn called John with an excuse for being a bit longer from my office. Walking back into our room, she simply smiled and said, "I've got another couple of hours."

We used that extra time well, did the three of us.

"I thought you were going out with Pauline tonight," I said, after Dawn had left our bed to go home.

"She couldn't go so I got someone else to close for me and decided to come home early. Glad I did, that was fun with Dawn, wasn't it?"

"Yeah, it was," I agreed and brought her up to speed on the make-out sessions that Dawn and I had had.

"That's cool," she said, moving down the bed to take my cock into her mouth.

"You think Dawn will want to come back and play with us?" she said, between sucks.

"I'd bet on it," I said as another orgasm began building inside of me.

Dawn was to remain our plaything for a couple of years; fucking either of us, at times, and both of us, most times. She and John are still married and as to what he knows of she and us, only Dawn knows. I suspect he is still unaware and that's probably best all the way around. 



Dawn



My gym manager was apologizing while telling me that all of the massage therapists he trusted were completely booked.

I asked him if they could give him any names and he laughed and said, "Yeah, each others...."

He had stopped before finishing so I finished for him."And you?"

"It would be inappropriate."

"Why, because you are gay?"

He gave me a small smile and shrugged his shoulders."I didn't think you knew."

"I was clued in by the blonde that sneered every time she walked past you. I asked her if she was telling me you were gay because you had turned her down or because you had told her?

She was taken aback by my question, looked away then said, "Both". 

"She suddenly looked embarrassed. She bit her lip and looked around then headed in your direction. That was when she caressed your shoulder as she walked past."

"I was wondering what that was all about. Thanks for the intervention. So you don't have a problem with my being gay?"

"No, I already know that you are the worlds best boy scout and would never do anything inappropriate. You were my first choice in the first place. So unless you find me a voluptuous woman named Wicked Wanda you are my choice."

He laughed and said, "One of the ones I tried to get for you is the Wicked Wanda type but it would not have helped much, she is gay too. The blonde you talked to, Dawn, now goes to her at my recommendation. Come back down to the massage room when you get your work done."

Several weeks later Derek and I had become friends and I was happy with my decision. I got my massages Saturday afternoons as a precursor of going out that night and seeing about getting laid.

I was very surprised when it turned out to mean I would be fucking Dawn more often than not.

I had decided I liked her when her remorse at the way she had behaved towards Derek proved to be genuine. I made her my friend as she made me her sounding board.

She did not need or want a boyfriend; she wanted the occasional one night stand and in her mind she wanted Derek, her massage therapist at the time. 

She did not have the self-esteem to handle being turned down. At first she though Derek was lying to her about being gay which hurt her badly. By the time she talked to me she knew he had not lied and my question made her realize that her behavior was out of line.

She used my ear to get past the embarrassment and had in fact sent flowers and an apology to Derek.

She actually thanked me for forcing her to see that she was not always a nice person.

I soon mentioned to Dawn that "One Night Stand" was my middle name and she tested me out that same evening and many Saturday nights since.

We were now fuck buddies, which was what we had been searching for in the first place. We both have too much invested in our careers for anything else. We had also become each other's best friend, or more accurately our only real friend. We had friends and acquaintances among co-workers but we were each other's lone non-work related friend. 

We had become our default dates at company functions. When she felt like going out it was me she called. I had cancelled more than one date for her.

Any work related bitching either of us had to get off their chest was vented on the other.

I was relieved to have a woman of however fleeting value in my life because over time I had found that Derek's hands on me felt a hell of a lot better than I thought they should. We had expanded my massage to full body and sixty minutes and I was often getting erections from his ministrations.

He assured me that it was very common during massages for the client to get erections, which is likely true, but my real problem was the fact that I liked that he was seeing them. 

Late one Saturday afternoon I was headed for the gym wondering if Derek would make some move on me that day when I got a frantic call from Dawn telling me I needed to hurry to her house and fuck her. Now! 

I called Derek canceling my appointment then hurried to Dawn's house. A lady in distress trumps all other plans.

She was nude as she opened her door. She grabbed my hand and hurried me to the bedroom as my cock jumped to full readiness. She helped get me naked then pushed me onto my back on the bed, mounted me and fucked me with great intensity. 

Her fine orgasm appeared to be one that was well overdue. She slowed her fuck and looked at me with what was an expression of relief, and said, "Thanks, I needed that."

"Apparently. What happened?"

"Inga. She does everything but pinch my nipples or touch my pussy. I would rape her but she is too big. Today she let me caress her ass for about three seconds but would not get her pussy or tits close enough for me to touch. She knows I want her but she just gives me a massage."

Inga was her Wicked Wanda. I reminded her that if she got her wish Inga would lose her license and livelihood. She needed to ask her over for dinner.

"I already have, more than once. She knows that my main course would be her."

"It never crossed my mind you eat pussy."

"I don't, well not since college. I am surprised that Inga has brought back that hunger. She is a large blonde and my preference has always been small with freckles."

Dawn had resumed fucking me with purpose. The mental image of her eating pussy had me in a stir and I was going to have a difficult time hanging on until her next orgasm but as luck would have it her cum came seconds after I started mine. Dawn slid to my side and I kissed her softly. 

"Hang in there baby, we will think of something," I said.

She kissed me back and asked, "How goes it with you and Derek?"

"About the same as you and Inga."

Dawn quickly turned to face me and with wide eyes asked, "Really?"

"Yes, but I am just as afraid he will lose his job as he is. I no longer wear the towel over my ass or cock but although he enjoys looking at my dick especially when it is hard he has never come close to touching it."

"Woe is us," she said with a gentle kiss.

"You have that right," I answered with a soft, lingering kiss.

Something had changed between us and I could not pin down what it was. Maybe it was sharing the same frustrating predicament. Maybe it was admitting to ourselves and to each other our clearly homosexual wants, our most closely guarded secrets. Maybe it had sunk into the two of us that we were basically two against the world. 

We had suddenly become very important to each other or more likely we had just simply realized we already were.Whatever it was it had us cuddling and caressing and kissing for over thirty minutes, double the time of all our other after fuck cuddles combined. 

I suddenly told her something I should have weeks ago. "Dawn, I apologize for not saying this before, you are beautiful, I love the way your body feel against mine. I thank you for allowing me in your bed. You are a special lady."

She looked at me with a look of surprise and a touch of giddiness. Her only comment was a long, soft kiss.

Up until then the longest time I had ever spent at her house was an hour or so. Under normal circumstances I would be dressed and on my way home by now. There was never much foreplay. We probably kissed fewer than five times per session. They were, "slam, bang, thank you ma'm, see you later," events. I had never gone down on her.

I had a semi bright idea and slowly kissed my way down her body. I raised the pitch of my voice and said, "Don't worry, Inga take care of you."

"You doofus. Inga has a British accent," Dawn said amid giggles.

"Oh, silly me. I feel a little peckish. I think I will just slip down and get a nibble."

I had a much better British accent, (the first sounded more Hungarian than Swedish after I thought about it), so by the time I reached her pussy Dawn was willing to play along, or so I thought. 

I excelled at eating pussy because I am a fan of lesbian seduction clips and I took notes. The most important thing I learned was to never be in a hurry, so I began with soft caresses and kisses to her thighs. I gently kissed her pussy and returned to her thighs as I caressed her long legs with my fingertips. I sucked her toes, I licked behind her knees, and I kissed her inner thighs from her knees to her pussy. I spent the time.

Dawn was responding with small shudders and soft moans, neither of which I had ever elicited from her before. Once in a while I made a bolder move like scraping her clit with the flat of my tongue or running the tip of my tongue over her anus. Those moves elicited loud groans and body spasms. Orgasms.

It occurred to me that I really loved doing this for her.

I repeatedly kissed and licked every part of her I could reach in my position with my head between her legs. I rubbed my face on her pubic hair, her pussy, and her thighs. She had many small spasms and many deep moans as she arched her back and pressed her pussy to me.

I had been exploring and loving every inch of her body below the waist for nearly an hour when my neck and jaw started to get sore. Suddenly her hands pushed my face hard into her pussy and she just exploded into orgasm, the largest she had ever rewarded me with. As she came down she shuddered and moaned a few times. 

Much of her orgasm was still in her several minutes later and I knew not to move too much. I resumed my caresses and soft kisses until her hands released my head and I could again breathe freely.

I kissed my way up her body using the same soft touches I had used on her thighs and pussy. The trip from her pussy to her tits took about ten minutes.

I whispered endearments to her fine tits as I rubbed my face over them. Her nipples seemed to be reaching for my lips with all their might and I allowed her nipples to kiss them. Her tits were at least a twenty-minute stop.

I slid up to her neck and I licked and kissed under her ear. My cock slid right into her pussy as I softly kissed her lips. Her whole body shuddered. She whimpered.

I just held my place for about ten minutes while softly kissing her lips then gently worked my cock in and out of her pussy as kissed her neck and nibbled her earlobe. I kissed her eyelids, her nose, her cheeks, I kissed and gently pulled on her lower lip with mine. 

I licked her lips but did not enter her mouth with my tongue, as she desperately wanted. I felt her holding her breath so I suddenly took three deep hard strokes into her pussy.

She had another full body orgasm.

I kissed her softly as she endured. 

"You bastard," was the first thing she said after she recovered. 

I would have been worried except for the fact that her arms and legs were wrapped around me so tightly that I could barely breathe. I could not escape her ferocious kisses, not that I tried. I also took comfort with the fact that my cock was still hard and still buried in her pussy.

Somewhere in her madness she noticed that and flipped us over. She released her grip on me and began to slide down my body coating my thighs with her juices. She not so gently bit my neck, my nipples and my pubic hair. When she got to my cock she took a deep breath and slowly slid it into her mouth.

When we were discussing one-night stands she told me not to expect blowjobs. I had not asked for one and none had been offered. Yet, there she was with my cock in her mouth.

She looked like a kid that had discovered the best tasting candy ever but she did not look like she was ever going to get around to getting me off. She seemed to be thanking my dick, loving my dick. 

"Your cock is so beautiful," she said.

That statement caught me by surprise. Although it is very functional my dick is pretty much average. It is not too impulsive and when it needs to be it is very patient. 

Her words had suddenly made it frantic.

I squirmed and grunted warning her of an impending explosion. She calmly removed my cock from her mouth and pressed her thumb under its base. After a few moments everything calmed down and she resumed loving my confused cock.

Twice more she stopped me from cumming; twice more she made love to my dick. But the next episode would be the last and she knew it, she could feel my cock's desperation. Before I crossed the point of no return she pressed her hand to the base of my cock, straddled me, guided my dick into her pussy then let go.

My release was immediate and volcanic. The tip of my cock was just past her pussy lips when my first volley was fired and a lot of my cum spilled down over its shaft before her pussy fully engulfed it. When her pussy retreated upward the cum was gone, her pussy had slurped it up.

I will never forget that sight.

Dawn continued to slide her pussy gently up and down my cock as I blasted her vagina with cum, easily the largest single orgasm in my life. I saw spots swimming before my eyes.

When I recovered most of my senses I saw that Dawn was having an orgasm of her own, a quiet but apparently very satisfying one. Her body collapsed on me with a sigh. 

After a while she giggled a bit and said, " I take it you liked that."

"Yeah, it was OK," I gasped as I regained the power of speech.

She tenderly punched me in the chest and we kissed as she slid her body to my side. She laid her head on my shoulder and I extended my arm behind her and caressed her ass.

Somebody's stomach growled.

We laughed and got out of bed. Hand in hand and still naked we headed for the kitchen. She fixed us sandwiches as I made coffee. We ate our dinner and drank our coffee in silence. We kissed and caressed and we just looked at each other as if it was the first time we ever had.

After we cleaned up in the kitchen we walked into her shower together, another first. We got each other thoroughly clean and thoroughly horny. We took a chance with our safety and fucked in the shower but I did not cum. She did, however.

It was nearly midnight and I had been at her house since before sunset. I had never spent the night with her but that was apparently also going to end. I helped change the linens on the bed.

We turned off the lights and returned to her bed, snuggling close as she placed her head on my shoulder and I caressed her ass.

"So did you like Inga making love to your pussy?" I asked.

"I knew exactly who was making love to me and it was not Inga. But to answer your question, it has never been better. Not close. Not ever. I have never felt so wanted. Until now I never understood the difference between fucking and making love. Thanks for showing me."

"I have never wanted to please anyone more than I wanted to please you," I said. "I had apparently never made love to anyone until tonight. It was a very easy thing for me to do for you."

Her ensuing kiss had a lot of emotion in it. I returned the kiss in kind.

Derek and Inga had disappeared from our world. So did our jobs.

We kissed for a while longer. Small shudders went through our bodies reminding us of what we had given to each other.

"I think we just fucked up," she said as she cuddled closer.

"Possibly, probably. We can worry about it later," I said as I gave her the longest kiss I had ever given anyone in my life.

As our lips separated she gave me a kiss that lasted a bit longer.

I caressed her hair and she kissed my cheek. Her hand wandered down to my cock and we were both surprised it was hard again. 

She kissed me as she mounted me and sighed as I slid into her. She put her head back on my shoulder, her hands behind my neck. I held her tightly to me. Neither of us moved.

I knew then that Dawn was right, we had just fucked up.



Dawn



"I like this one." She was lying in bed with the tablet scrolling through porn. It was an odd exercise, part of our intimacy counseling. The purpose was to learn what they found arousing and what they didn't. He was shocked.

"Really? It's kind of explicit, isn't it." She was wearing only a T-shirt. He liked the way her breasts stretched the thin cotton. Her nipples were evident. Her hand was hidden beneath the tablet in her lap and from the way the muscles in her forearm periodically flexed and relaxed he imagined she was touching herself.

"It's more than explicit. It's vulgar." he thought her choice of words particular but the vulgarity seemed to be the appeal as just saying the word seemed the quicken the movements of her fingers. "Sex is vulgar. She wants sex."

It was unusual to discover this about his wife. Perhaps there was something to the exercise. "I expected you would like something with a cock. Maybe something with both a man and a woman." She had scrolled down a few more images, paused, and then scrolled back up. It was a woman. A mature woman, you could tell she wasn't a perfect twenty-year-old model with flawless skin, airbrushed to perfection.

"Cocks are good but a cock is a cock. They are, I don't know, functional. A pussy is more sexual I guess." It wasn't just that she had not shown interest in women in the past, she had actually expressed, repeatedly and with certainty, she had no interest in women whatsoever. His wife was not Bi-Curious. "You can tell she is about to get fucked. I think she likes it hard."

The woman was posed on her knees. Not in some sort of casual way that suggested she just needed to pick something off the floor. She was posed on a bed. She wore a short dress that didn't quite cover her ass. Her legs were parted slightly. She wore high heels. The lips of her pussy were revealed, the small curve of flesh that was her clit exposed. Dawn moved her legs a little and He could see now how her fingers moved just within her own vagina, no more than the tips of her fingers inside of her. She moved them in a slight circular motion. "Can you find more of her?"

He showed her the link. It wasn't just a series of the same model, it was a photo-blog. It appeared to be the woman's own page. It was updated frequently as if it was some sort of hobby. "Wow." was all she said. She scrolled through series after series. The woman was anonymous, never a picture that showed her face but there was image after image of her firm legs, round ass, tight belly, large breasts, and her perfectly round, firm breasts. "That one." She paused. The woman was on her back, her head laid back until her face was hidden by the swell of perfectly shaped tits. Her legs were spread and her fingers buried in her glistening swollen pussy. "I wish I could fuck that wet cunt." His cock was swollen and he wanted her. He needed to fuck her. 

"You are so lucky to have a dick." She had scrolled back to the woman's pussy and she had slowed her fingers. She was moving deeper and slower. Her voice was quieter. "God, I just want to bend her over and fuck her." He was stroking his own cock now, through his boxer shorts.

"Tell me how you want to fuck her."

She laid the tablet down beside her and he liked that he could now see her whole body. With her right hand she spread her pussy, with her left, she stroked her clit with long slow motions. "Oh, you can tell how she likes it. She is all strong and shit but she wants it. She wants to be pinned down." He really didn't think he'd ever heard her talk this way before. "She needs it so hard. She wants a cock deep in that pussy. It was made for fucking."

"Tell me how you'd do it." This was all new to him as well. "Tell me how you'd fuck her."

"I'd pin her down. I'd hold her arms down. You know she likes that."

He got to his knees beside her. His cock, pressing at his shorts brushed her tit and he nearly came. He did what she suggested, taking her hands out of her pussy. His wife had small writs and his large hand enveloped both of them. He held them over her head and she cooed, arching her back. He pulled her thigh and opened her legs for him. He delicately placed his finger on her clit.

"She doesn't want it soft." She said, as if correcting him. "She's a little bitch; she wants me to fuck it hard."

He pressed his finger into her quickly. Her pussy welcomed him, wet and slick his finger slipped easily into her. 

"She needs a fat dick, I want to fuck her with my big fat dick."

One finger became two and she pressed her hips forward. He used a third. She pulled back a little.

"It's so fat but I make her take it."

He pressed his hand into her. He had to press hard and she bit her lip.

"She can barely take it but I don't care. I hold her down and give her my dick. I fuck her with my big fat dick.

He pressed hard, the weight of his upper body pushing his fingers into her.

"Harder." He looked up from her wet hole to her face, her eyes were open and she watched him. He pressed his fingers into her harder, then fucked her, spreading her open. She watched his face.

"Faster. Fuck it." She spoke plainly. "Don't be a little bitch."

For years they had been mired in a routine of missionary position. There were rules, the lights had to be off. She would signal when she was done by lowering her legs, essentially pressing him out of her. He resented being the bitch and he was angry. The emotion converted to endorphins strengthened his arm, emboldened his efforts. His palm slapped against her mound as he worked her hole. Her eyes open and fixated on him only enraging him further. "Like that, slut?"

"Harder bitch." She snarled. "Fuck me."

Enough. He thought. He released her hands pulling her by her arm to her belly. He sprung from her side; dropping his boxers to the floor he pulled her by the ankles until her legs were off the bed. He was a big man. She was a small woman. It was easy to move her. From behind he stuffed his fingers into her cunt.

"Fuck it. Give me your dick."

He pressed the end of his cock to her wet lips. 'Oh fuck, don't tease it. Fuck it, bitch."

He pressed his cock into her and she moaned. He pressed his hand between her shoulders and her face was buried in the comforter. He pressed into her.

"Ow. Not..."

"Don't... fucking... Ow... now." And he took her hair in his hand. It was short but thick and he pulled back, her back arched.

"Ouch. My hair..." his hips slapped against her ass. He was coming already. A hot mess of juice and cum dripped out of her wet cunt. "Don't." she gasped.

"Don't what, slut?" He was sweating, he was grunting with each thrust.

"Don't stop." She gasped, her voice high pitched, a voice he had not heard her use. He pulled her head back and her neck strained as his cock dug deeper in her, the slap of their thighs louder, her cries deeper, his groans more guttural, an animal in heat.

"Fuck me." She squeaked, "Fuck. My. Ouch. Fucking. Ouch. Cunt.

He fucked, she cried, "Fuck." she came, she begged. "Me." He tugged. "Fuck." He thrust. "Me."

Sweating they beat their bodies together. He let loose her hair, her body collapsed and he pressed on, pulling her hips off the bed, her legs flailed behind him, her face buried in the deep soft linens of the bed muffled her cries. He came again and then dropped her. Her body, pulled to the end of the bad fell with a thump to the floor. Her face was red, her mascara smeared. She pressed a hand between her legs. He looked down on her, his blood still boiling. She wouldn't call him a 'little bitch' again.

"Suck it." He reached down and again took her hair in his hand, a giant fistful of hair. She tugged to get free but couldn't.

"Ouch, don't"

"Suck it clean." He pulled her mouth to his groin, lifting her body by her hair. Her eyes squinting with pain, she opened her mouth. He pressed his half hard cock to her lips.

"Don't." she pled. "It's all..." He smeared their cum on her lips, "wet." He pressed it into her mouth. He felt her tongue and he was hard again. 

He thrust his hips and she moaned. She opened her mouth wider and took his whole cock.

"Suck it clean, slut." He fucked her mouth. He might come again. He probably could.

"MM MMM." She moaned and he held her head in place giving her his whole cock. He held her in place when he came. She'd never swallowed his cum before and it was time. He held her head, his cock in her mouth. She gagged and worked to get it down. He let her try a moment longer and then released her, coughing and choking in a pile at the foot of the bed.

He watched her as she sat, sobbing on the floor. He lay on the bed watching her, her small hips, the sway of her breasts as she walked naked to the bathroom. He heard water run. He heard the toilet flush. He heard the closet door. He waited prone on the bed, his eyes closed. When he heard her again, her feet padding across the floor, he looked up. She had pulled on one of her nightshirts. He was done with the grandma nightshirts.

"Take that shit off."

"What?" 

He stood and went to her. He tugged at the nightshirt and she fought back.

"Stop."

"No."

The shirt tore from the neckline to the hem. He pushed her back onto the bed and she fell, her arms and legs splaying out about her as she did.

"Asshole." She sneered.

"Fuck that. No more of this grandma shit."

"Fuck you." And her sneer took on a devilishness he had never seen from her before.

He reached for her and they wrestled. He pulled and the gown caught on her arm. He pulled harder and she cried out. "Stop." He didn't. He shouldn't do this. He couldn't believe he was doing it but he pulled at her legs. He was hard again.

"Don't," she said, the maniacal grin confusing him. He did anyway.

This time it was more their normal position. It was basically missionary he thought, except that she struggled to fight him off and he had to hold her arms down, pinning her to the bed, to get his cock into her. When he was finish he rolled over. Letting her loose. She stood up, but only to shake loose the remnant of the torn nightgown. When she returned to bed she buried her face in his chest. She wrapped an arm around his belly.

He was motionless for a long time. He listened for her breathing. When she went to sleep he would hear her breath change, long and slow deep breaths. He waited and it didn't come.

"Dawn?" He whispered.

"Yes?" she replied. It was soft and quiet but it wasn't a whisper.

"Are you?" he didn't know how to ask. His anger and subsided and guilt and remorse plagued him. "Was that... okay?"

She was quiet for an eternity. She didn't move away but she didn't respond. He was still till he couldn't take it any longer then moved his hand to her head, gently stroking her hair.

"David, you don't think I'm gross do you."

"God D. No."

She didn't speak again. After some time he relaxed, perhaps they had moved in the right direction. He held his wife a long time. It was only after he heard her breathing change as she fell asleep that he relaxed. They hadn't held each other as they slept in a long time.



Dawn Ch. 01



Jim gripped the bed in anticipation as his cock nuzzled the lips of her hot little pussy. He felt an overpowering desire to grab her hips and pull her back onto his waiting cock, but dongs don't react, so he just had wait for her to start.

It didn't take long, Ant slipped his cock back into her mouth he asked again.

'Are you sure you're ready for this?

She nodded and moaned against her husband's cock now buried deep down her throat.

Without any further hesitation he gave her shoulders a firm push back, forcing her all the way over Jim's throbbing cock. It was all Jim could do not to gasp out loud as the heat of her soft moist pussy engulfed his cock for the first time! With a muffled murmur of approval, she slid slowly forward before thrusting back against him again, slowly building up the pace. Jim could only watch helplessly and grip the foot board as her lovely firm buttocks wriggled, twitched and gyrated as she began using his swollen cock to satisfy her lust, all the while safe in her belief that this was a rubber toy bought to fuel their roleplay games.

***

Meanwhile, Ant struggled not to fill her mouth with cum the moment she slid onto Jim's cock. The excitement of seeing his wife taking two cocks for the first time was almost too much to cope with!

He managed to regain control as she sucked hungrily on his cock and see-sawed between them.

He knew she would kill him if she discovered what was happening, but now was not the time to dwell on that, she was happily taking a spit roasting and the two men were more than happy to help out! After a few minutes of frantic fucking she slowed down a little and pulled my cock from her mouth.

'Fuck! this is so good, that's an amazing dong, feels so real!' she panted, breathlessly.

'So you like being spit roasted like a slut then?'

Ant asked, stuffing his cock back into her mouth.

She tried to answer but the words couldn't get past his cock, he could tell by the sound that it was approval and by the way she started to speed up again. Dawn continued to fuck furiously for a few more minutes and he could tell that she was about to cum, then looking up at Jim, he could see that he was getting close too! Shit! We hadn't planned for this bit!

***

Jim knew from the way her pussy walls were gripping his cock that Dawn was about to cum and he wasn't far off himself, indeed, he could have let go a few times already under different circumstances! As Dawn thrust back against him rocking the bed wildly, he sensed the moment arriving. She slowed the pace and pushed hard against his cock.

'Oh my God! Oh Yes! Oh yes! Oh fuck Yesss!' she gasped, shuddering. 

Jim felt her hot juices flood over his cock.

This was too much, knowing that she had worked herself to a climax on his cock, he couldn't hold back! Frantically he made a 'cut-throat' gesture to Ant, who quickly pulled her forward away from his cock. But it was already too late, his balls had been boiling for too long and, unable to prevent the inevitable, he let loose the first pulsing jet of his hot cum inside her! 

As she was pulled off his cock by Ant he directed the next four powerful spurts across the calf of her right boot, the spunk making thick splashes on the tan suede. Starting to worry a little that their deception was about to be discovered he quickly released the board from the bed and backed away to the door.

***

As Ant pulled Dawn from Jim's cock I quickly moved to the foot of the bed to take his place. He could see the trail of cum across one of her boots, and as he eased my cock into her well fucked pussy I could tell that Jim hadn't managed to get out in time. He had never experienced 'sloppy seconds' before and had never felt her pussy so hot and wet! The trouble was he liked it way too much, sliding his cock in to his wife and knowing that Jim had shot his load in there only a minute before was just too much to handle! As he imagined the sensation that Jim had just experienced he felt the torrent rising up from his heavy balls, this wasn't going to take long!

He gripped her hips and fucked her hard for about thirty seconds before letting go like a volcano, filling her with long hot spurts as she continued to writhe on his cock, mouthing obscenities that would have put a docker to shame.

***

Jim backed away and watched from the door as Dawn's husband slammed into her, before letting out a deep groan as he added his cum to her steaming little pussy.

Job done! Excellent! He thought as he quietly closed and locked the door behind him, not believing that the plan had actually come to fruition at all, let alone allowed him to blow his load in another man's wife! Still marvelling at the fact Dawn had just fucked herself on his cock without her having a clue, he decided it was time for a quick shower and a trip down to the bar for a few late drinks. Ant and he had suggested meeting in the bar afterwards if it all came off but, in truth, neither of them really expected it so he was not expecting anyone to join him.

***

An hour later, however, and Jim was at the bar and had been chatting casually for thirty minutes with a married couple, Antony and Dawn, who were staying for a weekend break in the hotel.

Dawn had appeared a little embarrassed a first but flattered by the comments of the stranger at the bar on her new suede thigh boots.

'Excuse the forward nature of my comment, but what fabulous boots -- you look gorgeous in them, and they go superbly with your outfit, very sexy!'

Her basque was still there with her boots and stockings, but now the outfit was topped off with a matching tan suede miniskirt and a chocolate brown satin blouse. Once again not her usual choice of attire but it made a statement and secretly Dawn loved the attention her ensemble was drawing from all the men in the bar.

Dawn had spluttered and blushed a thank you and some comment about wearing them to 'please her hubby the boot fetishist' before accepting a double Jack Daniels when Jim offered to buy them a drink.

With the ice neatly broken it was easy to strike up the conversation, with Jim becoming increasingly flirty as the drinks flowed and Dawn's inhibitions lowered. 

Jim seized the opportunity to take a closer look at Dawn's boots, gently supporting an ankle as he looked them over while Dawn giggled like a little schoolgirl.

'Are these new Dawn?' he inquired.

'Only there is some kind of stain on the back of this one'. His observation of the dried spunk trail made both Dawn and Ant blush.

'Must have spilled something down it.' Dawn responded, 'They are a nightmare to keep clean.'

'Ahh! That's the advantage of pvc and leather,' added Jim, 'you can get a guy to lick those clean!'

'Any guy or do you mean my husband?' Dawn quipped cheekily.

'Well, I would be a volunteer for certain!' Jim answered almost without realising.

Ant had sat quietly enjoying the flirtatious exchange between his wife and her new friend, if only she knew the full story!

'If I told you that it was cum on them from a game we were playing earlier would you still be a volunteer?' Dawn asked, sending Ant into a coughing fit at the unexpected question.

The drink had obviously affected her inhibitions and judgement but Ant was not going to stop her, he wanted to see where this was going to lead.

Jim was straight back at her. 

'Well firstly it would need to be a more easily licked pair of boots, do you have any shiny pvc ones? Secondly it would have to be my own spunk -- I don't believe in cleaning up someone else's mess!'

This was amazing; Ant was beside himself at what he was hearing. Dawn was leaning in to whisper to Jim, her hand on his upper thigh, her skirt had ridden up over the course of the conversation and Jim's eyes were firmly focussed on her exposed stocking tops.

'I've got lots of lickable things but they are all at home so you will never know just what I could have you cumming over!'

With that she hopped forward off of her barstool and smoothed down the suede miniskirt, her stocking tops once again hidden from view. Teetering a little from the combined effects of too much Jack Daniels and 5" spike heels she took Ant's arm to steady herself.

'Of course, you could always give me your number and if I need anything cumming over I'll be sure to let you know!'

Jim was staggered with this response but not as much as Ant who was looking at him in a half puzzled, half amazed fashion. Jim hurriedly reached into his pocket and retrieved a business card.

Dawn took it and jokingly tucked it into the top of her left thigh boot.

'Listen out for my call sometime,' she teased and turned on her heels to totter towards the lift, firmly holding her stunned husband's arm.

Thoughts were now racing through Ant's head, what the hell had just happened and, more to the point, what could be else could be made to happen now?

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Dawn



"What are you still doing here," she says. An angry hand rubbing across her lips. Her eyes narrow, boring through him.

"You didn't tell me to leave."

"So leave."

He drops his eyes, moving back to his book propped up against his stomach, pressing himself into the chair.

"You did your duty. You took your pity on me and brought me home. Now go."

His soundlessness and his stillness make her top lip curl in a snarl. She moves quickly to him, taking the book and overdramatically slamming it to the ground. 

"Get out."

"No."

"You aren't getting a thing from me."

"If I wanted your "thing" I would have had it by now."

"Really."

"Yes, really. Now lay back down. You were much more enjoyable when you were asleep."

"Fuck you."

"I already said no."

He picks his book back up and begins to read again, smirking, his cheeks reddened slightly.

She stands there, staring, steaming, in that requisite hands on the hips stance. "Then why stay. You're only pissing me off."

In that calming manner that has already infuriated her, he lays the book aside, and moves to her. He stands so close so quickly she almost loses her breath, yet her depleted spirit makes it hard for her to react. All she sees are his eyes, the ones she earlier called, with no lack of dripping sarcasm, cold and menacing - "lawyer's eyes." This time, they trap her in her spot, the steel blue changed to soft aqua. She starts back, but he grabs her hand, her icey fingers curling around his before she can think.

"I'm not leaving. You've been mumbling in your sleep about not seeing another dawn, you were yelling it, you were crying...I almost woke you, but you woke yourself up."

"I'm not going back to sleep. The dreaming...it's too much."

"Then don't. I'll stay up with you. To help you greet the dawn."

Unsteadily, she looks at him. The dried tears pulling at her reddened cheeks. His finger traces down one of them moving the hair aside. She sways against him, and she feels him against her. She inhales unconsciously, breathing him in, him, this man she's known for mere hours. His arms catch her, lifting her up and moving her back to the leather couch. He slides in behind her, she doesn't fight, she doesn't leave, she doesn't curse him as his arms encircle her.

She lays there, still. She, for the first time in a month, doesn't feel compelled to say anything. And he doesn't feel obligated to offer any forced words of sympathy. Instead, he holds her, both of them staring out the huge window, for hours, dozing on and off without realizing it. Waking in slightly shifted positions, each one getting more and more comfortable. And she is amazed at this. 

She thinks she's dreaming, good dreams, safe dreams. 

He nudges her. "Look," he whispers. The first deep orange stripes marking the sky. Her eyes open. 

"See? You made it."

She sighs gently, and relaxes into him. He feels her fall asleep, and he lifts her, he carries her to her bed, he entertains a notion of undressing her and decides against it. He pulls the blankets around her, blackens the room, and picks up the phone.

Hours later, her eyes blink awake, disoriented, wondering. She's naked, her clothes in a twisted pile next to her on the floor. She stands, pulling the silk robe around her and notices the smoke billowing outside on the balcony. She drags the chenille blanket off the bed and pushes open the door. He starts as she approaches, coughing in surprise. She reaches for his cigarettes, lights one and inhales deeply, settling next to him on another chair. 

"I didn't do that" he says, his eyes travelling the length of her barely clad body. 

"I know. I don't wear clothes to bed; if I fall asleep with them on, I pull them off."

She grins, curling her legs under, wrapping the blanket around her. They watch again in silence as the sun dips below the horizon, the sky unnaturally clear, streaking with a myriad of colors. She notices the bag. "What's that?" 

"I'm staying for the weekend." 

Laughter erupts from her. "What?? No you're not." 

"Yes I am. It's a long weekend and it's obvious to me that you need me. Or at least need someone around. And I'm not leaving until I think you're ready to be alone."

She starts to protest again, but doesn't. They watch the sun drop away. She glances at him as he exhales, watching the smoke drift in slowly curling cascades, filling the winter night. She shivers and he says, "Let's go in. I have dinner for us."

They glance at each other over the steaming food, her stomach almost aching as it's filled, not having been fed properly for weeks in now. He tries not to stare at her while she sighs, giving her the space she's so plainly made known that she needs.

Instead, he absorbs the minutes of the days, comfortably minding her, not intruding on her, not demanding a thing from her. He amuses himself with the objects she hasn't noticed in awhile, busies himself cleaning while she isn't in the room.

He senses what she needs before she thinks it. He feeds her, he draws baths for her, he studies her. He comforts her without words, she opens to him without persuasion. 

That night he lays on the couch, his eyes drooping, watching the same stars she stares at a floor above him. His hand rests on top of the slight bulge forming beneath his boxers; his hand curling around the shaft. Gripping it as he thinks of her. He chuckles, reluctantly, pulling his hand away, thinking, "Your cock is not your brain, you idiot." He turns over and drifts off. 

Her fingers dawdle over her own sex, rubbing with the gentle flats of her fingertips, surprising herself at how wet she is; she's felt it all day, but she ignored it. But now, as her fingers drift just inside her lips, probing with increasing pressure, she pays attention. She recognizes her feelings and scoffs at herself. She doesn't stop, no; she dips her fingers into her grasping walls, thrusting them deeply into her, her clit pulsing and pressing flush to her palm. She tries to push his image from her mind, replacing it with another, but it turns into him, his eyes, his lips, his hands, again and again and again, until she moans into her pillow, she cums into spreading fingers, she writhes in an exhausted fury. 

The second night, he sleeps next to her, his arm curling around her, holding her as she weeps while dreaming, his soft whispers soothing her. He catches himself over and over inhaling her scent, burying his face in her hair, keeping his hips tilted as far from her body as possible, unwilling to give into his libido. She had spent the last few hours gasping out words through her tears, and he carried her again to her bed, laying down with her, urging her to sleep. She dreams in his arms.

The third night he starts to leave. She sees him, and she panics. It's not that she doesn't want to be alone (but she doesn't); it's that she doesn't want to be without him. She reaches for him, her hand gripping his forearm. He turns, sees her face and drops his bags, his hands empty for only a moment before cupping her face and pulling her to his lips. She lets out a soft sigh and submits to him, her body presses to his, molds to his. He steps forward, leaning her into the wall, his lips hungry for her, sucking at her lips, dragging his tongue against her chin, seeking her neck, his hand grazing the side of her breast as it presses down her side. She moans, and he nips at her neck in response. Her hands tighten on his arms, gripping into him, feeling herself slipping against the wall; he slides his thigh between hers, anchoring her, holding her there, his eyes meet hers, twinkling, accompanied by his sly smile. She quells the nervous giggle and begins to undo his shirt.

Her lips cover his chest as it's revealed to her, her tongue gliding against his skin, tasting it. He yanks the material away from his arms and cradles her head in his hands while she explores his skin, her teeth catching on first one, then the other nipple. His groan causes her to suck her lips around the tight tiny bud and he chuckles, pushing her back off him, flattening her to the wall. She unconsciously rolls her hips, gasping softly at the sudden contact of her jean-covered pussy against his own covered thigh, and glances up at him in surprise. His fingers begin to undo her own shirt, his mind urging him to grasp her breasts immediately upon exposure, but he waits, he undresses her slowly, revealing her smooth skin, her stomach, her shoulders, her arms. Her hands press flat to the wall and she almost starts to plead with him to touch her, but then he does. 

Teasing her with fingertips against the curves of her breasts. He hears her breath catch but he ignores it, taking his time with her, sliding over every inch of her skin. Along the line of her jeans. Tracing her collarbone. One hand drifting up between her breasts, the other smoothing her hair back. Eyes watching her face. Hands making her tremble. She wavers against his leg and he knows she wants him. 

Without having touched her erect nipples, he begins to undo her jeans, dropping his thigh down and easing her to the floor. Her hands move to his shoulders as he descends to his knees, sliding her pants down, her silent moans almost whimpering out of her, crazy with desire for his touch, for him. He lifts his eyes, and is met with her glistening shaved pussy, lips red, swollen, clit peeking through. His eyes flick up to hers and he grins, pressing his stubbled chin straight into her, pinning her ass to the wall. She presses back against him, sliding her cunt right against his face, searching for his mouth to cover her. He relents, willingly, opening his mouth to cover her drenched pussy, sucking, his tongue sloshing around her clit and lips, and she grips his shoulders, she clutches at him, nails digging already. 

He drives his tongue into her pussy, fucking it with his long strong tongue, his flicking her clit back and forth, her hips meet him, back and forth, up and down, in no time he has her writhing against the wall, against his mouth, and she starts to moan out loud already. So fast, he has taken her so fast to the edge of an orgasm that she hasn't felt in a long time. His hands are holding her thighs wide and hard to the wall, she feels the bruises already from his hands, she doesn't care, she growls for more, (don't stop, fuck fuck, yes, oh god yes….) her hands move from his shoulders to his hair, nearly ripping it from his scalp as he slurps at her pussy, her sweet juices flowing steadily into his mouth, drenching his face, and she lifts up on her toes, her calves so tight, she thought she'd collapse. But he holds her, his hands and his face, balancing her there, her body shaking, slamming into the wall, her screams filling the kitchen. He doesn't want to stop, but he hears her, hears her sudden change of moans, changed to whimpers, he feels hot tears against his back and he releases her. She slips down to the floor and finds his lips, smiling through her tears, her hands fumbling for his pants, her tongue laps at her cum, covering his chin, her face getting red from his new whiskers. His hands circle her face and pushes her back from him.

"Are you ok?"

He chuckles, "Stupid question, sorry. But I mean, I hope that was ok. I didn't mean to…so fast…"

She laughs gently at his words, and nods, unable to speak, her eyes shining, focused on his kind face. She takes his hand and they rise; she leads him up the stairs and she finishes undressing him, her hands slipping around his cock, caressing his balls, fingers running the length of the shaft. She studies his cock, grips it softly and traces his skin. He shuts his eyes to her soft touch and rests his hands on her shoulders, lips pressing to her forehead. Her thumb slips into the slit, smearing the wetness gathered there and he groans, softly, she hears it and she does it again, pressing, swirling around his cock head. Her tongue licks at her lips, almost by habit, and she grins, whispering, "Your turn, right?"

He starts a lame protest and she presses her fingers to his lips before it slips through. In a moment, she's on her knees, her lips swallowing his cock slowly, letting him feel each hard inch slide past her tight lips, her tongue meeting his thick prick as it stretches into her. He tries to pull back, afraid to thrust but she digs her hands into his cheeks and presses him forward, her throat gagging around his head and he groans, he grips into her hair and he holds her there before allowing her to pull back. His eyes watch her in thrilled surprise, watching as her red lips stretch around his throbbing prick, the delight on her face as it fills her mouth, hearing her moans that almost drown his, (thinking this girl loves this as much I do,) and he starts to fuck her. He fucks her mouth, testing each deeper and faster shove into her mouth, gauging her reaction, and becoming happily surprised with each suck in return, each hold by her muscles. She becomes the first woman he's ever had make love to his cock. 

All others seemed to just tolerate it until he came. He begins to drive his shaft into her, his hands gripping onto her head, holding it steady as he rams it deep and she moans around his cock and he gives her more. He feels her soft fingers slipping around his balls, she feels their tightness and she swallows him faster, she slides her fingers around his balls and coaxes them to release. Her ears perk at the deep growl and she shoves him deep into her mouth, drinking immediately at the cum the fills her, the thick hot cum shooting down her throat. He yanks back and fucks it back again, grunting, spilling more into her, watching as it drips from her lips down onto her breasts and he shoves again, his body tense, his fingers tight in her hair. He sees her eyes watching him and they stare at each other, her tongue darting around his cock. He pulls out of her and lifts her, pressing her back onto the bed, dropping next to her. He pulls himself over her, hovering above her, his tongue lapping up her breasts, cleaning the cum from her. She giggles watching him, gasps for more as he grips his teeth around her nipples, tries to pull his head up to her lips but he pins her hands above her head, holding her there.

"What kind of a girl are you?"

She grins. "The kind who likes sex."

His eyes don't leave hers.

"Good."

He pushes her hands up and curls her fingers around the bars. She holds them tight, moaning as his tongue presses back down to her nipples, her body arching, raising up to his lips for more, oh please more, she murmurs to him. 

"Everything I have is yours," he whispers back. She weeps silently, knowing that dawn is theirs.



Dawn



A gorgeous young wife lives her fantasy...

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Dawn is your typical early 30’s wife. No kids, nice job and horseshit sex life. Ohhh, it was great when she was first married and as a couple years passed she found herself left wanting…wanting for more. Sex with her husband had become routine. Sort of the “slam-bam-thank you ma’am type. He wasn’t having much luck in the job market and seemed to have lost interest in everything…including Dawn. As a result Dawn’s fantasy sex life over took her actual one. 

Mainly Dawn fantasized about being abducted and raped. It was her principle visions as she masturbated. With practice her mind became a fertile playground of numerous scenarios of abduction and rape. The men varied from young to old, from handsome to ugly, the entire gambit. It was a sight to see this 5’ 11”, 130 pound redhead, naked on her bed, legs spread eagle, body in the throws of orgasm as her mind raced through still another version of her fantasy…. 

Dawn was not happy with her life but at least the fantasies helped and after all they were just harmless in nature. Harmless that is until one day when her fantasy world slammed head-on into reality.

It was Wednesday, hump-day, and Dawn liked taking a half days vacation mid-week. It helped to break up the day and because her husband worked afternoons and nights at the local meat processing plant she was insured of an entire afternoon and evening alone. Alone to once again lie on her bed and for a short time live in her fantasy world. Today however, her life was about to change….

Dawn left the office precisely at noon. She had a plant in her hand that was nearly dead and decided to take it home and nurse it back to life. In the parking ramp she opened her trunk placing the plant securely in place, wedging it against her spare to insure it didn’t fall over. Intent on the task at hand she didn’t notice the van until the brakes screeched as it came to a halt behind her and the sliding door flew open. Before she could turn a man, placed a cloth over her mouth. It had a strange smelling odor and as Dawn took a deep breath to scream for help the substance entered her lungs and her world went black. 

As consciousness slowly returned Dawn found herself tied to a bed…spread eagle, bound at your wrists and ankles. There are two men in the room of what it appears to be a bedroom of a house in the country. The realization hits her that she could scream til she’s hoarse but it would be fruitless…no one would ever hear. The men, one she estimates is in his early twenties is black, blacker than the Ace of Spades she thinks and the other? Well he’s white and she guesses him to be her fathers age. The young black kid is naked, the old guy is fully clothed….jeans and a t-shirt. Both men are staring down at her. The black kid has a hard-on…his size takes literally takes her breath away. She tries not to look at his huge swollen member, jet black standing out proudly in front of him but can’t help herself…its, its size….. Fear grips her body and she begins to shake. 

“Shit, will I get out of this alive?” Dawn asks herself. “What am I to do? Would it be best to cooperate? 

These questions burn in her mind as she lies on the bed totally exposed to her two captures. Looking up at the two men, both have shit eaten grins on their faces which are covered with sweat. Dawn is all too familiar with that look, lust… uncontrolled lust. The older guy has a whiskey bottle, bends over, takes the back of her head in his hand and places the bottle at her lips. She hates the taste of whisky and gags as she swallows a mouth full. It burns as it goes down and bursts into heat when it hits her stomach. The heat spreads through her body like wildfire stimulating every nerve.

“That’ll help her relax,” the old guy says.

The young guy merely nods his approval as he places a hand on her tit roughly massaging and twisting the nipple. She closes her eyes trying to deny the joy she is getting from his touch. Feeling a hand on her face she opens her eyes and sees the old guy looking down as he places a thumb in her mouth. She doesn’t know or understand why but his hand gives her comfort and she sucks his thumb.

“You suck good little lady!” The old guy says as he works his thumb in and out of her mouth. “Perhaps you’d like something a little larger to suck on? No?”

The young black guy says, “Hey, let me give her something to suck on!” as he shoves the old guy aside. 

The old guy laughs and pulls up a stool, takes a swig of his bottle and watches as the young man places his oversized member on her lips. Dawn is beginning to feel the effects of the whiskey and even though she doesn’t want to…she is beginning to enjoy her predicament. As his huge head enters her mouth Dawn can taste the salty pre-cum which has oozed out and her eyes lock with the old guy as her tongue licks the cum from the massive shaft. The old guy takes another swig, she can see the lust grow in his eyes as the sweat runs down his face. For some reason she can’t explain, this turns her on. She now wants to drive the old guy crazy and decide to use the young black stud to do it! Continuing to hold his gaze she takes the young cock deep in her mouth and sucks, lifting and lowering her head as she takes about 5 of his 9 inches deep in her mouth.

“Tim! Get the clothes pins. Put them on her nipples. I think the slut needs a little pain.” The old guy exclaims staring deep in your eyes. “I think this bitch wants to moooan a bit!” 

“Henry, you get’em, I’m about ready to drop a fucking load!” 

“Don’t you dare shot your load, we got us some work to do on this slut my friend. We’re going to work her over good!” Henry says, his eyes never leaving hers. 

Henry sees the defiance and takes it as a challenge. An odd game of sorts has just started. It’s a game of wills. It’s the will to be in control. Oh, not physical control, both Henry and Dawn know that. It’s mental control and Dawn is determined not to allow these two men to mentally control her. Physically they may have their way but mentally…never! Henry has however made up his mind…he will break her. She will become his fuck toy of that he is sure.

Reluctantly Tim places a hand on her forehead and pulls his cock from her mouth. She trys to follow, not wanting to let go but his hand stops her. Her anger builds, there is no way she will allow this old bastard to win…no way!

“We’re gonna break this bitch Tim. We’re gonna turn her into our little fuck toy one we will have whenever we want. She’ll be begging for us to fuck her every day…” Henry challenged as he stared into Dawn’s eyes.

“FUCK YOU! I’LL NEVER BREAK FOR YOU OR ANYONE ELSE! She hears the words echo in the room not believing they came from her lips.

“You will break little lady. When we’re finished with you, you’ll beg…yes beg to stay with us and you’ll beg to be fucked.” Said Henry, as a loud roar of laughter filled the room.

“NEVER!” Came Dawn’s reply as she spit at, and missed Henry’s face.

Just then the first clothes pin snapped over her nipple. The pain made her cry out and then the second found its mark. Dawn’s eyes bulged as she looked down, seeing a string connecting the two objects. Henry moved from his stool, placed his fingers on the closed end of the clothes pins and slowly began to exert pressure. Tears filled her eyes as the pain became unbearable. However, that was only a hint of what was to come.

“Tim! Grab that string and pull.”

Tim did just what he was told, his eyes reflected the enjoyment he was getting from her pain. As he pulled, Henry applied more pressure. Dawn tried not to scream, aware of the pleasure it would give her two assailants but the pain…the pain, it was so excruciating she couldn’t help yourself.

“No! Please! No!” she cried.

It didn’t’ detour the pair as they held the pressure constant. Then a funny thing happened. Her body adjusted to the pain. Was it possible…was she actually enjoying it, wanting it, no demanding it. These two had hit on her secret… She was now in a zone, floating with a mixture of pain and pleasure.

“Enough” said Henry

Tim released his hold on the string and Henry removed the Clothes pins. 

“Can I fuck her now? I need to fuck her!” Said Tim. “I’ve got to get my rocks off or my balls will burst!”

“Go ahead, but don’t cum inside her. I want to see you smear it all over her stomach. I want to see that wash board stomach covered with cum!” said Henry as he placed a hand gently on her lower abdomen. 

Dawn’s reaction was an involuntary tightening which brought a smile to Henry’s face. A smile she knew all too well. It was the confident smile of a Conqueror. A Conqueror that knew he would win.

As Tim crawls on top of her, Dawn never drops eye contact with Henry. Tim spit on his hand rubbing the saliva on his cock. Dawn can feel his weight as the head of his cock presses against the outer lips of her pussy. With his hand he moves the massive head up and down the length of her slit. To his surprise…she is wet. With her legs tied flat on the bed Tim can not get his entire length buried. Dawn can feel her pussy fill and hates herself for enjoying this intrusion. Still, she never releases her gaze from Henry. She now hates the old man…hates him for the pleasure he is bringing her. Hates him for his confident attitude….hates him for being right. It was then she realized she wanted these two and would do anything to keep them.

For a moment a very slight smile crossed her lips. Dawn immediately refrained, not wanting Henry to see it. Tim made two deep strokes and dutifully pulled out, shooting his cum on her stomach. 

Dawn was dumb struck and wanted to scream! “NO TIM, KEEP GOING! NOT SO SOON! PLEASE DON’T STOP NOW!!” But the words never came. 

The disappointment of his early withdrawal must have been evident on her face for Henry bellowed with laughter. 

“Don’t’ worry, it’s only just begun!” said Henry as a knowing smile shaped his face. 

After completing his discharge Tim straddled Dawn’s body and slid up to her face. Grabbing a hand full of hair, he lifted her head and commanded, “ Clean it bitch!”

At this point Dawn was so fucking horny all she wanted was cock. His cock was softening but its size was still substantial and the taste of her own cum heightened the excitement. Still her eyes never left Henry. Still locked.

Smiling, again that knowing smile that really pissed her off. Henry rose from the stool and placed a hand high on the inside of Dawn’s thigh. Her eyes begged him to go higher wanting the relief Tim had not given. Slowly, never leaving her gaze Henry’s hand moved up and engulfed her pussy. With the expertise of age he ran a finger up and down the opening the buried his index finger deep while using his thumb to manipulate her clit. Waves of pleasure filled your body. Sucking cock, smeared with her own juice, the lingering pain of her nipples contrasted by the pleasure of Henry’s hand caused a moan of pleasure to vibrate deep in her throat and her hips to move with the welcome presence of his hand. Her orgasm hit hard and fast. So fast it caused her to unexpectedly bite down on Tim’s cock, which she didn’t realize until she heard him scream as his slap stung the side of your head.

“OUCH! The fucking bitch bit me!” Screamed Tim. “She fucking bit me!” Jumping off the bed, face red with rage Tim continued, “I’ll fix this fucking slut!” 

He was about to punch you when Henry stepped in and told him to relax. There was no harm done. Tim retreated to the window to inspect his cock for damage. No skin was broken so Tim placed his hands on either side of the window leaned forward and looked out the window, lost in thought, allowing his anger to dissipate.

Moving to the side of the bed, whiskey bottle in hand, taking an old rag Henry wiped the cum from her stomach. When he was finished he lifted her head, placed the bottle to Dawn’s lips and commanded her to drink. The Whiskey flooded her mouth as she swallowed, running down her cheeks onto the bed. He then poured the Whiskey over her stomach and again wiped her dry.

“You’ve been naughty little lady. Very naughty and need to be properly punished!” 

Having said that Henry flipped Dawn over on her stomach. It was no easy feat with her wrists and ankles bound and it resulted in her arms and legs being crisscrossed. Stretching her neck around she tried, without success to see Henry but couldn’t. She could feel his hand on her back holding her in place. Fear struck as she heard the swish of his belt being removed from the confines of his trousers.

The first swat of the belt rang out within the confines of the quiet country farm house. It was much harder than Dawn had expected and a short gasp escaped her lips. Biting down on her lip, the second, then third….then she lost count as the belt tore at the cheeks of her tight little ass. After several hits, the burning sensation spread to her entire body leaving her ass numb. She could feel desire exploding within her loins and knew the tell tale juice was escaping the warmth of her pussy and turning cold as it made its way down the inside of her thigh. 

Dawn was in a mental daze, somewhere up in the clouds as the spanking stopped. She muffled her tears between your crossed arms not wanting to allow Henry to see any signs of weakness.

Breathless Henry rose from the bed removing his hand from her back. Untying the ropes from her hands and ankles .

“Now Slut…you will be fucked, like never before. After this, you’ll never be satisfied by another! Am I right Tim?”

“You bet Henry, let me at her. I’m ready!” he declared as he held on to his throbbing erection. “I’ll fuck the hell out of her!”

“We’ll both fuck her Tim.”

Tim looked confused and Dawn thought to herself. “What are they planning?”

“Tim, you lay down across the bed, let your legs dangle over the side.” Tim did as he was told. 

Henry then instructed Dawn to climb on top. It was both a command and a threat as Henry held the belt in his hand, ready to use it once again. Quickly Dawn moved on top of Tim, took his cock and guided it to the entrance of her now soaking wet pussy. Eagerly she lowered her full weight down taking his length deep within her vaginal walls. God she loved the feel of a cock filling her. Tim had raised himself and was now sucking on Dawn’s tits, first one then the other, biting lightly on the nipples. Dawn began a forward and backward movement rubbing her clit against Tim’s pubic bone.

After a moment or two Dawn felt herself being pushed toward Tim and down on the bed. It was Henry, behind her, as she looked around she saw he had dropped his pants and was naked from the waist down. His cock was average. She didn’t have much time to think about it because she immediately felt his hand rubbing some sort of lubricant on her asshole and first one finger then two violated your tight little hole. Panic struck as it hit her what his intentions were. Dawn had never been fucked by two men at the same time before…one vaginal the other anal! Could she do it? Could she take it? It wouldn’t be long before she found out!

Henry removed his Vaseline covered fingers from Dawn’s tight little ass and wiped the remaining lubricant on his cock. He then pushed hard against her back forcing her flat against Tim. With Tim’s legs hanging over the bed her puckered little hole was ripe for picking! Henry placed the head against the opening, Dawn bit her lip in anticipation. Henry shoved hard, her sphincter muscle released and the head found its way into the canal. Another shove and he was now buried deep within the confines of her rectum. As he hit bottom it took Dawn’s breath away. Never had you felt two cocks in her at one time. 

Dawn moaned, “Ohh Fuck, oh fuck, you two are going to split me wide open…oh fuck!”

Unable to control herself Dawn found Tim’s mouth and kissed him hard, tongues fighting for control. She held that position as both men drove their hard cocks deep inside her receptive body. Taking their pleasure and giving her a sexual satisfaction she never dreamed possible…ever. Tim’s mouth was wet and warm, her arms circled his neck pulling him hard against her mouth. Tim’s hands busily worked both her nipples sending shock waves of pleasure to her stomach. The feel of both cocks moving in and out gaining momentum put Dawn into a blissful trance. She could tell from the speed of their movements neither man would last long and then her first orgasm hit. It started in the pit of her stomach, moved to her groin and then exploded over her entire body. She nearly choked Tim forcing her tongue deep in his mouth and screaming…. 

Both men released their load nearly in unison. The sensation of having both holes filled at one time with spurt after spurt of delicious cum was more than Dawn could take. The lights went out….she were unconscious.

The shaking brought her slowly from the black. 

“Hey bitch! What the fucks with you? You okay? Hey?”

It was Tim and the tone of his voice indicated concern. He had never witnessed a woman pass out from pleasure before. Slowly Dawn’s eyes began to focus again and she recognized Tim who was still naked and was on his knees on the bed. She looked around to find Henry sitting on a stool by the window, drinking from his bottle of Whiskey. He stared outside and didn’t seem to be paying attention to what was going on.

“That fucking asshole!” she thought. “He doesn’t give a shit about anything! He wasn’t even concerned! PRICK!”

“Get away from her Tim! Bitch, get off that fucking bed and go sit in the fucking corner on the floor! Do it! Do it now!” he commanded.

Dawn couldn’t believe her ears. This SOB, who just fucked her ass was now telling her to go sit in a corner. She sat there confused…bewildered…not moving. Henry made it to the bed in two large steps. He grabbed her by the arm, virtually lifted her from the bed and shoving her, naked, to the floor in the corner of the room. She cowered, trying to cover yourself as best she could with her hands. It was fruitless. Humiliation burned to the depths of her very being.

“When I tell you to do something bitch…you fucking do it! Don’t take your sweet ass time and do it when you think you’re ready…fucking do it NOW! Henry screamed. “You’re here for my pleasure slut, you hear me, my fucking pleasure. That means you do exactly what you’re told to do and you do it right away!”

Dawn’s eyes moved to Tim. Surprise at the harshness of Henry’s words registered on his face. Surprise mixed with confusion. From past experience Tim knew Henry was volatile and unpredictable but in this case he wasn’t sure where this tirade of Henry’s was going. He was soon to find out.

“Tim, get out your change, you and I are going to play some cards son. Some Poker!” 

Both men sat on the single bed in the room. From a small black case Henry pulled a tattered deck of cards and began to shuffle. After about 10 minutes of losing Tim became a little disgruntled. Henry knew it was time to divert his attention.

“SLUT!” Henry yelled. “Start crawling around the floor on your hands and knees. NOW and don’t piss me off!”

Startled by the sharpness of his voice Dawn jumped to her hands and knees and began to crawl around the room. Tim stared at the sight of her on all fours looking like a sleek wild animal on the prowl. Henry, hardly paid any attention all that mattered to him was that she had taken Tim’s mind off losing…that was just what he planned. 

“Come over here bitch.” Henry commanded. “Sit up like a fucking dog and beg Tim to suck his cock.” 

Dawn crawled up in front of Tim sat back on your heels and said, “Please Tim let me suck your big cock. Please?” 

Tim slid to the edge of the bed and spread his legs. His cock hung down, it had been well used so far but the idea of having his soft cock sucked made him eager to feel this white woman’s lips. Dawn crawled up to Tim’s cock and took its entire length into her mouth. It felt warm and rubbery somewhat like a partially inflated balloon. Taking his nuts in her hand, she slowly began to suck and massage. Tim continued with the cards, at Henry’s insistence, and he continued to lose as well. Henry’s strategy was working…so far. Soon it seemed that Tim was just throwing money into the pot without regard for the game.




Dawn



Dawn removed her hand from Tim’s balls and placed it on Henry’s leg, moving it up toward his crotch. When she reached his cock she could feel it was semi-hard, through his trousers. When she moved to unzip his fly his hand roughly grabbed her wrist.

“So, one cock isn’t enough for you bitch. You want more to play with? I’ll give you more to play with!! GET ON YOUR FUCKING FEET!” He yelled.

Tim began to complain, then thought better of it and remained silent waiting to see where this would go.

“Tim, scoot back on the bed. Take her by the arms and hold her in place. You bitch…suck his cock!”

Dawn stood, knees braced against the edge of the bed, bent over at the waist, off balance with Tim holding her wrists. With great difficulty she took part of his cock into your mouth. What happened next came as a huge surprise.

“Hold her tight Tim.” Henry said and he took his belt and once again slapped your tender ass.

Dawn nearly gagged on Tim’s cock as the pain forced her down. She wanted to stand but couldn’t. Slap! Slap! Slap! Again and again the belt found its mark and again welts raised bright red on her firm little ass. In an effort to deny the pain she bobbed your head up and down at an incredible rate until Tim could hold no longer hold back and cum spurted out choking off her air. Dawn were unable to swallow, so the cum ran out of her mouth and covered Tim’s balls. When Tim shot his load, the spanking stopped. 

Tim released her wrists allowing Dawn to stand. He used the same old rag to wipe the cum from his cock and balls. Then to Dawn’s surprise he got up and put his pants and a t-shirt on. Where upon he announced,

“I need some fresh air. I’m going outside for awhile.”

Dawn stood facing the bed afraid to move for fear of another swat from the belt. Now it was just her and Henry in the room…alone. She couldn’t help but wonder…what was about to happen?

“Don’t move.” Came Henry’s command.

“Funny” Dawn thought, “his tone had changed, softer, more sexual.” The change both alarmed and pleased her. She could hear the rustle of clothes but fear forced her to continue looking straight ahead. After what seemed like half an hour but in reality was only a couple minutes Dawn felt his hands on her bare hips. The hands were gentle as they skimmed up her body, over her waist up the rib cage and pushed her arms up and over her head bending at the elbow and locking them behind your neck. 

“Keep them there.” Cliff said as the full length of his body pressed against Dawn and his hands moved to explore your treasures. 

Dawn’s nipples stiffened as his fingers twisted and pinched while his hands cupped the soft flesh of her breasts. Deep in her stomach she could feel the fruit of his efforts. A tingle at first, then a itch was now slowly turning into a craving. His hands left her breasts and moved down caressing as they go. He hesitates at her belly button and a finger applies pressure in a circular motion. Dawn begins to moan with pleasure and the craving grows. Now she can feel him growing behind you. His cock is pressing against the cheeks of her ass and she can hear his breath quicken. She wants to reach back and grab him, but dares not. With Henry, she now knows she must do as he demands. Closing her eyes she enjoys the firmness of his hands and the confidence with which he explores her body. Leaving her belly button his hands move to her lower stomach, the source of a growing lust. 

“Mmmmm, that’s nice.” Dawn moans as his hands press firmly against her lower abdomen pulling her into his hard member. She can feel the heat of its full length now between your legs. The urge to reach back and hold him is compelling but not dared.

Now one of Henry’s hands moves to the upper most point of her vaginal slit. A small pull up and her clit is exposed. Its hardness gives testimony to the success of Henry’s skillful manipulation. Dawn doesn’t care, she’s already too far gone to be concerned about anything. Henry was right, if necessary, she would beg him to fuck her. His index finger works its way up and down the length of her pussy’s outer lips. Toying with it, nurturing it…possessing it. With each movement her lips spread and the inner lips now are open to his touch. The easy movement along those lips concluding in a circling of her button causes her entire body to shiver. A response that doesn’t go unnoticed by Henry.

“Oh! So you like that, do you my little Slut?” He questions as his finger again explores, this time dipping into the warmth of her pussy. Henry’s movements are now more quick and jerky and Dawn realizes he is starting to lose control to his lust. She can feel a sense of urgency building within him and knows something is going to happen soon.

Henry’s hands moved quickly. His right hand went to her stomach, his left reached up and grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her head back forcing Dawn to stare at the ceiling and allowing her arms to fall to her sides. A welcome change as they were numb from the extended elevation. His right hand moved down and pulled her legs apart allowing his hard cock to press against the lips of her pussy. He pushes her legs together surrounding his hot member. Now his right hand moved up and securely clamped on her jaw. This drastic change scared you!

“Do you like the feel of my cock against your pussy? You do don’t you slut? Do you want me to fuck you bitch?”

“Yessss, please fuck me Henry, please!”

“I knew you’d beg. I could tell by the look in your eyes that you would love being fucked. But, I’m not ready for that yet!” He said as he worked his hips back and forth against her swollen pussy. 

God forgive her, but she never wanted him to stop. The feel of his body against hrs, the heat of his cock between her legs…so close yet teasing with its promise of fulfillment. Dawn wanted his cock inside her, slamming her vaginal walls, filling her with the pleasure only a hard cock can provide. 

“What does he want of me?” Is her only thought. She didn’t have to wait long.

Holding her hair and jaw he disengaged their bodies, turned her around facing him and with the same motion forced Dawn to her knees!

“Suck!” was his only word.

Henry’s cock entered her mouth and she begin to slowly and meticulously devour his member. His hands change position, now both hands are holding the hair on the sides of her head. His hips begin to churn with both a circular and thrusting motion. His fever increases, she loses control of the sucking and become nothing more than an orifice to serve as his pleasure. His hips are flaying now, seeming out of control. His balls slap against her chin as the head of his cock repeatedly slams against the back of her throat. She can tell by the swelling of his member that he is about to cum.

“Oooooh Fuck!” he cries. As he continues to slam your face. “Fuck, FUCK, FUCK!” He screams as his hips shudder and his semen floods into her mouth splashing against her throat. 

As the last few spurts come out his hips have stopped and the muscles in his body constrict as the wave of his orgasm passes. It takes all Dawn’s effort to swallow his discharge and some escapes and drips from her mouth to her tits. 

Henry is dead still for several moments holding her head firmly. Then slowly he moves his hips back and forth a few times and stops.

“Clean it off!” are his only words.

Knowing exactly what he means Dawn uses her tongue to clean all the surfaces of his cock. She enjoys the bitter salty taste and feel of his cock as it softens. After a moment or two he stops her.

“Now get back in your corner bitch, where you belong!” as he pushes your head away.

Shocked Dawn scurries to the corner as once again fear fills her body. Why is he acting like this? Is he truly insane? He changes his mood so drastically…she can’t understand him. 

Dawn has never felt so insecure yet at the same time she has never felt so secure. The oddity strikes her…she needs to feel secure! She knows now that what this old man has brought into her life she will never let go!



Dawn



I had known Richard and Dawn for about two years. I knew them before they got engaged. I was their closest friend when they got married. They had a perfect wedding and had a perfect life together stretched out in front of them. How much would it hurt Richard to find out that I had wanted Dawn from the moment I saw her? How much would it hurt to find out what happened last weekend?

I had finally moved into the apartment that I'd been waiting for ever since I heard it might become available almost a year ago. It wasn't so much the place itself that did it for me, but it had an unbelievable view of the lake. The sunsets were incredible and the deck just screamed 'come out with a glass of wine and enjoy'. I wanted to show it off, so I had a little dinner party. I invited Richard and Dawn over, along with my girlfriend, Celeste. I didn't have much experience cooking, but I threw caution to the wind and bought tons of food, seasonings I thought I would never need, and ingredients I didn't like and a few hours later had a beautiful three-course meal on the way.

Everyone showed up at about the same time just as everything was finishing up. Celeste was first and tried to help out in the kitchen, but there just wasn't room enough for two people swinging pots and pans around so she stayed just outside the kitchen. Right about the time the chicken was ready, Richard and Dawn knocked on the door. Celeste stirred while I went to welcome them but as they walked in, I had to fight very hard not to stare at Dawn. She loves flirting with me and knows very well what kind of affect she has on me. Tonight was no exception. She wore a tight blue blouse that accentuated her perfect breasts and a long, tight leather skirt. She is a 5'5", blonde with blue eyes that just melt me and has a very athletic build. Her breasts are not huge by any stretch (I'd call them B cups), but are sized perfectly to her body and are very firm and ride high on their own. The skirt cupped her ass perfectly, forming two perfect cheeks that jumped with every step, as did my cock a little every time she moved.

Dinner went great and soon we had finished the two bottles of wine that Richard and Dawn had brought but we were still thirsty. Dawn was the first to suggest going out for beer. I was game to go for everyone and Dawn asked if she could come along. I looked at Richard and Celeste and they seemed to have no problem with it. We drove to the convenience store around the corner and on the way towards the cooler, Dawn stopped to look at something on one of the isles. I stood behind her looking over her shoulder. That's when she backed into me, pressing her ass against my groin. After that, I had no idea what we were looking at. All I knew was that her awesome body was against mine... and my cock was doing very little to hide it's approval. She began to ever so slightly grind against me, moaning softly under her breath just to mess with me. I loved every bit of it, but knew where we were and knew we had to get back. I'm not stupid, though, and let her go as long as she wanted. She pulled away after a few moments and after I composed myself, we grabbed a couple of six packs and started back.

All the way back, she held my thigh and I held hers, not knowing where all this would go. I never really knew what was going through her head, but I was pretty sure it couldn't go any further than this. We got back to my apartment building and started up the stairs, Dawn in front giving me the perfect view of that perfect ass. She stopped near the top, turned and asked me to kiss her. It quickly became very heated with tongues exploring each other's mouths and hands roaming all over each other. She whispered in my ear, "I've been wanting you to touch me all evening. Do it now, please!" My mind was racing - at any time any of 6 apartment doors could open on us, not to mention we could hear Richard and Celeste from my place, so any loud noise out here could be heard in there. But it's the thrill of getting caught, right?!

My hand slid down her back and worked under the waistline of her skirt, feeling soft skin followed by thong panties hiding in the crack of her ass. She moaned and moved into me, holding me tightly while my hand slipped under her panties. Her hair was in my face and I breathed deeply, intoxicated by her scent and her soft sighs. My hand continued to work down her firm ass, squeezing one of her tight, athletic cheeks, which made her jump. She then backed away just enough to turn and lean forward, bending at the waist and resting on her hands. The view was great and my hand now had access to her very wet pussy. I began stroking her, running between her swelling lips, rubbing her sensitive clit. Her breathing became deeper... and louder. I just knew that at any moment we would be busted, but at that moment I didn't care - I just wanted to get her off.

I dipped one, then two fingers inside her, causing her to gasp. I wasn't wasting time, mostly because we should have been back by now. I stroked her deeply while she pushed back on my hand, wanting more. She caressed one of her breasts through her top while fucking my fingers, bucking more and more and whispering "Don't stop! Finish me!" Suddenly, she gripped my fingers tightly and with one last sharp breath, leapt straight up and grabbed me, whispering in my ear "Oh God! Right there!" as she closed her eyes and climaxed. Her pussy was drenched as she came all over my hand.

We quickly tried to regain control, grabbed the beer and went inside. Neither Richard nor Celeste thought anything of how long we were gone. I had to make a quick excuse to get to the bathroom to rinse her cum off my fingers. I couldn't resist tasting them before I did, and hid that taste by quickly grabbing a beer and slugging it down as soon as I could. After Richard and Dawn left, I made love to Celeste on the deck... all the while thinking of Dawn and how long would it be until she reciprocated...



Dawn



Dawn checked her watch. She pressed the "light" button and suddenly the numbers "9:47" appeared on a green back-lit screen. She sighed and began walking. She was slightly late for the movie and was ditched. Fine. She could handle that. She assumed that everyone had gone ahead without her. 

The air was hot and humid as she walked along the streets. She walked along Queen St., the hot entertainment district that was crowded with pubs and entertainment complexes, including the movie theatre. Dawn shook her head, her ponytail brushing her shoulders before hanging down her back. 

She reached Yonge St., which was crowded with people walking around, talking and laughing. All the shops were closed for the night but cars continued to crowd the busy, brightly lit streets. She continued walking up the street, admiring the people who were dressed to impress each other. She felt very underdressed in her tank top and jeans, the only thing remotely dressy about her being her heeled boots. 

After awhile, no matter how fast or slowly she walked, the soles of her feet began to hurt. Dawn realised that the shoes were once again causing her feet to blister. She sighed in resignation and continued her walk home, hoping that when she got there, the damage wouldn't be too serious. 

As Dawn walked, she began to feel a prickly feeling along her back, as if someone was watching. Thinking of it as nothing, she walked on. There were way too many people around anyway, of course she was being looked at. She was beginning to reach a residential area and she could still feel the eyes on her back, on her body. Spotting a convenience store up ahead, she quickened her pace. As the busy street sounds faded, she could hear her own footsteps. Listening carefully, Dawn thought she could also hear a second set of footsteps, and it seemed to be coming closer.

Not wanting to be caught near that person, she hurried up the few steps and nearly yanked the door to the 7-11 off its hinges in her haste to get inside. Inside the brightly lit store, everything she was feeling seemed to have been imaginary. She walked between the aisles, keeping an eye on the door to see if anyone else would follow her inside. No one did. With a great feeling of relief, she turned around to check out the shelves behind her. 

She heard a noise behind her and spun around. There was nothing there. In her fear, she had spun around too quickly and she gasped as she lost her balance, crashing backwards into a shelf and knocking it over. Dawn cringed as cans hit the floor and bottles shattered while cellophane packages crackled and crumpled. 

Dawn glanced at the mess then looked up to see what had made the noise. All she saw was the door swinging shut and an extremely angry cashier shouting obscenities at her. She nodded her head at him and tossed an apology over her shoulder as she strode out of the store. 

Dawn peered around, and hesitated on the steps, unsure of what awaited her in the night. Shaking her head and berating herself about her stupidity, she tried to convince herself that nothing was there and forced her feet to descend the steps.

She continued to walk along the street towards her house. She continued to think about what had happened inside the store, feeling guilty that she left a mess when her mind finally realised that there was a second set of footsteps and they were coming from behind her again. 

She quickened her pace, hoping it was nothing, hoping it was just her imagination. She didn't dare look over her shoulder. Bright pools of lights from the street lamps made the shadows even darker, more ominous. Her breath came in nervous pants, as she tried to keep herself calm, even though her heart was beating at what felt like a hundred miles per minute. Her sweaty skin glistened whenever she passed through the light. 

Nervously, Dawn crossed the street, peering left and right, acting as if she were only checking for cars when she was actually trying to catch a glimpse of whoever was following her. From the corner of her eye she saw a black shadow slip into the blacker shadows. 

Not hesitating, not caring that her creepy follower knew she knew where they were, she broke into a run, her boots thudding against the pavement as her chest heaved with her frightened breaths. She crossed her left arm over her chest, to flatten her breasts, which hadn't seemed to be large whenever she had looked at them in the past, but now seemed to be huge, bouncing as she ran. 

Dawn ran for a few blocks, finally stopping at a main intersection full of bright lights and some cars. She knew she was close to her neighbourhood and that this was still a residential area. She stopped and listened, trying to quietly gulp air into her lungs as she strained to hear those dreaded footsteps. Looking behind her, she saw nothing, an empty street that seemed peaceful and quiet yet eerie at the same time. 

Confused, Dawn turned and started to walk again. Throwing looks behind her, trying to see if she was still being followed, she walked slower. As Dawn turned around, she hadn't realised that she had passed the busy area and reached a calmer, quieter area. She recognised the house across the street, all white with blue shutters. 

Her body was drenched with sweat, her clothing sticking to her body. Tired, confused and more than a bit scared Dawn stumbled as the heel of her boot caught on the edge of a small pothole in the middle of the sidewalk. Gasping, she pitched forward...and would have fallen on the pavement if someone hadn't caught her by the upper arms and hauled her back up on her feet.

Turning around to say thanks, she looked up and locked eyes with the most ethereally beautiful man. His eyes were violet, set in a face the colour and texture of alabaster, maybe even paler. His black hair curled gently over his forehead and neck. 

Dawn's breath caught in her throat and she fought to say anything at all to this gorgeous man. He spoke first instead.

"I'm sorry if I frightened you. I've...been following you for quite awhile...I...didn't want to alarm you. The least I could do was make sure you didn't fall because of me..." His undulating voice trailed off. It was a beautiful voice, it sounded like velvet midnight and silk.

Dawn couldn't take her eyes off of him; he was so beautiful. She barely noticed as his hand lightly grasped her wrist. "It's...it's okay...t-t-thank y-you." She stammered out. 

After awhile, she finally realised that he was leading her somewhere but she couldn't figure out where, nor did she care. He led her into a dense copse of trees and out into an open field. The moonlight shone down on him, encasing him in a silver light. 

He spoke softly into her ear, whispering. "Are you alright?" As his breath caressed her skin, she shivered. She could feel an ache between her legs, she could feel her body longing to be touched by him. 

All Dawn could do was nod. He gently laid her down on the grass and in nothing more than a few seconds he had her undressed. He spread her legs and kneeled between them. He dipped his fingers ever so slightly into the sweet space between her legs, his fingers coming away wet and slick. He stroked her gently, caressing her. Her musk filled the small open space as her body responded to his gentle touches.

She closed her eyes and groaned as he slipped his fingers into her wetness. She was dripping, juices tickling out of her. He spread her legs wider and lowered his head. A few seconds later she felt his warm, wet tongue lapping at her. 

Dawn had never felt like this before. It was so good, she didn't know it could feel that good. She had played with herself many times before, bringing herself to an orgasm with her fingers. It had been exciting to explore her body in such a sensual manner. Now someone else was exploring it and it felt a hundred times better. 

With her eyes closed Dawn didn't know what was happening except for what she felt. His lapping tongue disappeared and without a moment's hesitation, something rammed into her. Her eyes snapped open.

Dawn had always been a virgin, sexually curious but a virgin none the less. She had expected her first time to be with someone she loved, or at least knew. She had also expected it to hurt. This was neither. It felt so good though, to be filled like this. 

Dawn was drifting on a cloud of ecstasy as the beautiful man pumped himself into her. He drove deep into her virgin pussy, pumping at first gently, as if tasting her with his cock, testing her. Dawn opened her eyes, her vision hazy as she looked at the man who was looming over her as he pounded her. 

Dawn moaned and continued moaning as he took on a sexual ride that went higher and dizzyingly higher, bringing her ever so closer to what she knew would be a bone jarring climax. 

Everything he did, every movement, every touch drove her insane with desire. It was as if he knew exactly where to touch, and when to move to increase her pleasure. 

He rammed her harder and harder, her body bouncing off the grass, her head jerking back. He could smell the blood that mixed with her juices. Despite that, she continued to climb higher and higher, as if she was oblivious to any pain. 

She could feel his cock throb as her pussy engulfed it, milking it as it split her open and delved into her depths. She grunted as he pulled out and slammed into her. She was so close to that climax, she wanted it so badly that every muscle in her body screamed for it. She could feel the heat within her pussy spread and radiate throughout her body, as if every inch of her was on fire, needing that release to quench it. 

A few more strokes and she was sure she would explode from the sheer pleasure of it. His cock seemed to grow until it stuffed her completely. She could feel the opening of her pussy stretch. As he pulled out and pushed back in, he rubbed against the sensitive ring of her pussy while flicking her clit which sent the climax crashing through her body. Her pussy milked his cock involuntarily, spasming as her body heaved and shook as her climax rocked her. 

She barely noticed when he bit her neck and began to drink from her, revelling in her sexed blood. He climaxed as her drank from her, their fluids mixing and oozing out in a viscous mix. He pumped her full of his blood-tinged seed, as he continued to suck from her. 

As long as his lips were against her neck and his cock was inside her pussy, she continued to climax, shaking and shuddering as it wracked her body. Dawn couldn't see anything, she was blinded by a fog, all she heard was her moans and groans, all she felt was her ecstasy. 

Finally, he was sated sexually and physically. He pulled his cock out of her sopping hole. He looked at her, her eyes were half opened and glazed, her mouth was open and she was breathing hard. He cleaned her up and dressed her, then left her on her front porch, knowing she would be safe.

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Dawn watched the young girl as she made her way along Queen St., heading towards Yonge St. She was all alone.