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Guilty Pleasure

By: cheeryorchid



"What the hell am I doing?" Finn asked herself this question with a slow cold realization. What triggered her senses? Was it the unlit road they had just turned on? Was it when the doors locked loudly from the driver's controls? Or was it when she slipped into the leather seat of the Lincoln with the man whose name she did not know?

She was not the sort of girl to do such things. Always she had kept a tight line on her passions. Just this once, she had told herself. Just this one she wanted to see what it would be like to give in to the ideas that raced into her head when she fantasized. 

He was a stranger to her, much older than Finn. She had met him when her car had broken down on the side of the road. He was tall and tanned from work outside or perhaps it was play. His green eyes had danced with mischief when he leaned across his steering wheel and offered help. He wore a suit, but she could tell he would rather have been in something else, his tie was twisted loosely against his throat. His hair had a taste of gray at the temples and there were laugh lines at his eyes and lips. 

At the time, all Finn could feel was relief for the help. She was 23, alone, and driving a long way in the middle of the night. She had just broke up with her boyfriend. She needed to drive to clear her head. She had gotten in the car, still wearing the short black skirt and small white blouse from her catering gig as a cocktail waitress. She had ditched the panty hose, leaving only her black lace thong underneath and the white lace bra that pushed her large breast into firm attention. The spiked hills were hanging from the garment hook in the back seat by their straps along with her small apron.

She never noticed the check engine light. She was too busy pulling up her long brown hair with a clip and trying to light a cigarette with her shaky hands. One knee steered the car the other gunning the gas on the little blue convertible.

A hand touched her knee.

Finn stopped thinking and let reality set in. She was in this man's car. 

"Thanks so much for your help," she had said when he lowered the hood with the convertible purring yet again.

He had smiled at her and looked her up and down in his headlights. 

"I don't know how to repay you," she had added while he stared.

"I have some ideas," he had smiled.

Now his hand was on her knee, his large fingers squeezing the flesh on the inside of the knee moving up the thigh. A tingling starting in her stomach. Fear mixed in with arousal, her body was so alert she couldn't decide which was coming over her. Her teeth clenched together but she could feel her panties getting wet.

They had made an agreement for the evening. No words had been spoken since. No words were really spoken at all, after his suggestion of an idea. Finn had slid into the car as if in a haze, never saying a word.

He gripped her thigh and jerked it towards him, her legs opening wide. His fingers digging into her inner thigh moving up to her center. He never took his eyes from the road or his other hand off the wheel.

His fingers pulled at the waist of her panties pulling them down in a rough manner until his callused hand was touching the sensitive shaved skin. Two fingers pressing into her moistening slit and moving directly for the prize, her tight hole. 

Both fingers slipped in, curling inside of Finn. She stiffened her body against the intrusion, but was stopped from clamping her legs together by the hand still in her pussy jerking hard into her thigh. 

The two fingers began moving inside of her while his thumb found her clit and began to rub against it. Finn closed her eyes. At first she was scared and whimpering like a puppy. After a few strokes of his thumb she found her legs relaxing more, her body needing what she did not understand. 

She heard a cell phone begin to dial, then the man's voice, "John, hey it's me. I'm going to be out at the location this evening if you want to get some overtime hours this evening."

Finn froze in horror. They had agreed no one would know. "Whose John?"

The man squeezed her pussy lips with his hand moving to pinch her clip between two fingers. "A friend, a little added insurance to make sure things go smoothly."

"We said no one would know," she said firmly. She pushed at his hand under her skirt.

"No, you said you didn't want anyone to know. I never said that I felt the same way."

He reached for her neck and began to stroke it with his hand. His smile soft on the mouth but hard around the eyes. A street light became clear in the distance, and he pulled her head down towards his lap as they neared it. Finn had her face forced down into his lap as the car slowed. He pressed her face into his crotch, making his growing arousal press against her cheek. 

A gate creaked open and the car turned onto gravel. Holding her head firmly, he pressed Finn's face against his crotch, moving his hips to thrust against her slowly, his length growing. 

The car stopped. Finn could hear saws and equipment in the background. Her head was released and she looked up to see a site under construction lit by floodlights. There had to be about ten men working on the half-built house. 

The man took her by the hand and pulled her out of the car on his side. Putting a hand up her skirt in the back, and cupping one rounded ass cheek, he guided her the few steps to a small portable metal office whose door faced away from the construction site. Finn noticed a truck parked behind it, there was a light on inside.

The construction sounds were muffled once inside the office. Inside was a water cooler between two metal chairs. A desk stood a few feet away with various blue prints and things, with a long computer table behind it. 

In one of the metal chairs, sat a younger man. In his early 30's if she had to guess. Shorter than his friend, but leaner and with sharper features. 

"I see you've been helping strangers again, Frank," the man in the chair replied. He looked Finn up and down and smiled.

Frank was all business and gave no return smile. He quickly turned out the light John had left on, plunging the trailer into a gray light coming from the two small windows. The room took on a light silvery glow.

He stepped in front of Finn and held her face between his fingers, pinching her chin. The other hand pulled down her hair, making it fall around her shoulders. His hands went to her shirt next, unbuttoning the first button, then ripping the rest away. Buttons clattered to the floor as Finn's back was pressed the wall nearest John. 

Hands were immediately on her breasts, pinching at her nipples through the bra. Finn held her breath until her chest ached, let it out and did this again. She was so afraid of what the two of them were doing, but so excited at going along with this act that she couldn't think straight. Just once, she thought, I want to know what it would be like to give in. 

Frank pressed his thigh between her legs and jerked up hard, making her straddle his thigh on her toes. He bit her neck below the ear. "He likes to watch, baby, I knew you wouldn't mind." His hand moved under her skirt and began massaging her wet pussy as she squirmed against the wall. Fingers dragged the material of her panties to the side and he took her on his hand again. "You don't mind do you." his voice was almost a sneer.

Finn leaned against the wall like a rag doll, "uh huh," she breathed out, not recognizing her own voice. 

Frank smiles, "good," his hand fucking her pussy faster, two fingers now three, jabbing in and out of her hard, "that's my little girl." He wrapped a hand in her hair, and brought her down to her knees in front of him.

Finn hit the floor of the office with a thud, her face pressed into his crotch. This time both hands were holding her head against his pants. "Take it out," he ordered.

Finn undid his belt; opening the khakis and letting them fall to the floor. He wasn't wearing underwear and his cock jerked out hard against her cheek. Growling, he pulled her head back with hands in her hair and guided her mouth towards himself. "Now suck," he commanded in a low hard tone.

Finn opened her mouth slowly, then forced herself not to gag, when he rammed his cock home into her throat at the slightest opening of her mouth. He held her head then, with her throat muscles contrasting to the length of him. Finn held on to his thighs for support as he thrust her head with his own hands up and down his cock. He kept himself deep in her throat, never pulling out far enough to allow her to swallow. 

Finn felt tears in the corners of her eyes, and a burning in her nose as she tried to breathe and not gag on the large dick being rammed into her mouth. 

Frank arched his hips into her face and began thrusting hips as well as guiding her head against himself. Finn could feel John's eyes on her from the chair beside them. She could hear him opening his pants rubbing himself. It excited her, and made her ashamed of this feeling at the same time. 

Frank's breathing was getting heavier, his hands in her hair pulling harder in her reddish brown locks. Suddenly, he pulled himself from Finn's mouth.

Finn gasped and coughed from being released, but did not have a long moment to rest. Frank pulled her up by the same grip of hair until she was standing nose to chin to him. He led her to the desk and bent her over the side. Office materials clattered around her as her upper body was pressed into the top of the desk. Her ass was exposed over the edge, and she felt her legs being opened wide apart. Frank held a hand hard against the small of her back, pinning her there. John came around to face her head and pulled her hands across. He took out a pair of handcuffs and chained her to the bottom file drawer. Finn watched him, his cock semi erect peeking out of his open fly. She could feel her skirt being flipped up over her ass, the cold air on her cheeks. 

"I won't hurt you," Frank said, "relax." At his words he snatched at her thongs, the material cutting into her crotch then ripping away. His hands following close behind, probing at her wet pussy, pulling back the flesh.

Finn felt her knees weaken as he kneaded her clit with both hands spreading out her pussy lips from either side. She felt his cock pressed against her ass, the hard shaft riding between her thighs. 

Just as Finn was growing accustomed to her position, Frank, grabbed her hips and jerked her off balance and onto his throbbing cock. Grunting like an angry bear, he bore his weight down on her upper body and began fucking her pussy from behind so hard that the desk tried to move. 

Finn couldn't help but let out a surprised moan from the swift hard cock being driven in and out with the constant gripping of his hands on her clit. She pulled against the handcuffs and tried not to think about the pain from being pressed into the desk. 

Frank's growls turned into low moans as he slowed his pace replacing them with long strong strokes. John in front of Finn was stroking himself inches from her face. 

Franks fingers drove home against her clit making her body tingle and ache. She formed an "Ohh" with her mouth in pleasure, and John took advantage by forcing her mouth onto him. 

Finn had never felt such a sensation. Trapped in the little office, being fucked hard from behind while she sucked hungrily at the cock in front of her. With each jerk of his fingers, he made her body shake, and she sucked John readily matching her urges to the ones she was giving to the younger man. 

Both moved away from her then flipped her onto her back. Finn hit the desk with a whack, and felt her wrists crossing over her head. Her head hung over the desk, the cock she had been sucking once again being pushed in.

He legs we pulled wide apart, and wrapped over Frank's elbows. He moved again inside her, fucking her hard and fast again. 

Her bra was cut off from her. She felt the knife graze her skin, but was so close to release she didn't care. Hands covered her large breasts when they sprang free, pinching the nipples in tight circles. 

Frank gathered her legs up around his neck bending her body and fucking her fast. John's balls were bouncing against her nose, she could smell him, her own saliva from his cock wetting her face. 

A hand went to her clit, rubbing hard and frantic. Heat filled her stomach but held out her nervous energy not allowing her to explode. 

The desk rocked and shifted the men's voices low grunts backgrounded by the construction. Sensations scary, passionate, and out control filled her. As she felt Frank's thrust become harder and less rapid, her body let go.

She let out a scream against John's cock, her back arching off the desk in a massive release. John began fucking her face hard as she orgasmed, Frank pounding her fast with short strokes as she wet his shaft. Over and over she screamed her release, her body falling over the edge again and again. Frank pulled out and came against her thigh, the warmth of his cum dripping on her leg. John's dick in her mouth emptying in her throat, running out of her lips and up into her nose. 

The men fell back into chairs breathing hard leaving Finn across the desk. Cum running down her leg and dripping off her nose. The blood in her head from hanging upside down making her ears ring, her body to full of pleasure to do nothing but lay relaxed. 

The sounds of construction continued outside taking over the silence of the room. Finn couldn't believe she had came while letting two strange men force her into sexual acts. But truth be told, she had liked it. She pulled at the handcuffs binding her wrists to the desk. 

Frank's voice breaking the silence, "Oh no, little whore, you're not finished yet."

Finn stopped pulling at her wrists. She lay exposed on the desk, listening to the men talk outside; it must have been their break. She wondered if they knew what was happening inside the office and what more she could look forward to doing. Being a slut was as much fun as she had thought.

Guilty Pleasure



Disclaimer: I don't own the Dukes of Hazzard, not making any money, just cheap thrills.

Warnings: Angst, Violence, Slash, Incest, BDSM, Non-Con, Voyerism, First Time

Italics and/or * indicates thoughts

Rating: FRAO

Author's Notes: This story is a response to two challenges. The first challenge is the Addiction Challenge, issued by Peja on the WWOMB. The second challenge was issued by Ani, one of my readers. She wanted a slash story, using the line "Luke...teach me...". Hope this fits the bill ladies.

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Chapter 1

He looked around the parking lot, searching for familiar faces before going inside. Satisfied that his secret was still safe, the young man walked into the non-descript building that housed it's own secret. Walking up to the long bar, he ordered a beer and waited. He had been here often and knew the wait would be a short one. Looking around the room, careful not to linger too long on any one face, avoiding eye contact, he searched for a likely candidate. The club was packed as it always was on a Friday night. Throughout the room, men sat at small tables and in booths, talking and arranging the details of their games. Though music played in the background, there was no dancing taking place, the men here came to this club for a different sort of dance. One the young man at the bar was all too familiar with. 

Darkening his lights, the watcher parked across the street and observed his subject. *Why is he coming here? This doesn't make any sense, what could be inside that warehouse that he thinks he needs to hide? Damn it, what has he gotten involved with?* Waiting for the man to go inside, the watcher waited a few minutes before following. Stepping inside the warehouse, he was surprised to find himself in a bar. Looking around he saw the men at the tables and booths, heard the music playing in the background and the buzz of whispered conversations. There didn't seem to be much to the place. A long bar, covered one wall, a mirror matching it's length on the wall behind. Tables and booths crowded the floor, every table occupied, while those unable to find a table stood at the bar and around the room. The walls were covered with black paint, further enhancing the already dim lighting, none of this was making any sense to the watcher. Why drive all this way to go to a bar...staggering slightly with sudden realization the watcher began to understand. *A gay bar? This is a gay bar, but...he's not gay. Don't be stupid, of course he is, why else would he be here? * He was so lost in thought, he nearly missed it when the person he followed walked away from the bar with another man. 

Following down the hall, he stayed back, not ready to explain himself. Hearing a door open, he came around the corner in time to see the man he followed shoved into another room. Running down the hall, he stood listening outside the door, unsure of his next step. His first instinct had been to protect, but what if his protection was neither wanted or needed? Standing outside the door, trying to decide what to do, he jumped slightly when a hand landed on his back.

"Were you asked to participate sir?" A man's voice asked.

Turning around, the watcher looked at the other man in surprise, "Participate?" he squeeked out, confused.

"You haven't been here before have you?" 

"Um...no I haven't. What did you mean?"

"The men in this room are playing out a scenario. I'm afraid you can't enter the room unless you were invited by one of the participants. However the management does understand your curiosity and has provided observation rooms. We've found this to be especially useful for those who are new to the scene and haven't yet found their niche. If you'd like, you may make use of the observation room, the younger man is quite popular and I'm sure you'll be given a wonderful show." The man spoke to the watcher in a matter of fact voice, as though watching two men doing whatever it was they were doing, was perfectly natural. 

Looking at the closed door, the watcher knew that this might be his only chance to find out what was going on. So, swallowing the bile he felt rising in his throat, the watcher nodded his agreement and stepped into the observation room. Surprised when the man from the hall followed him in, he was embarassed to think that this man would see him as he watched the others. He smiled weakly at the man when he simply turned on the intercom allowing him to hear as well as see what was happening in the next room. Returning the smile, the man left the room, closing the door quietly behind him. Turning to the window, the watcher was just in time to see the younger man drop to his knees and begin opening the other man's pants.

After a short conversation, the two men had left the main room and walked down the hall to one of the back rooms. Opening the door, the older man shoved the younger into the room. "Strip," he ordered in a commanding voice.

Keeping his eyes averted, the younger man slowly began to open the snaps on his shirt. Sensously sliding it from his shoulders, he allowed the shirt to fall to the floor. Toeing off his boots, he simultaneously reached for the buckle of his belt. Unsnapping the tight jeans, he slowly pulled the zipper down and pushed the jeans down long legs, followed a moment later by his boxers. Casually stepping out of the puddle of clothes, he stood awaiting the next order.

"Service me bitch."

Dropping gracefully to his knees, the young man carefully opened the other man's pants, freeing the older man's cock. Placing his hands behind him, the young man leaned forward and tentatively licked at the drop of pre-cum glistening on the other man's cock. Slowly drawing the head into his mouth, the young man began to move his head up and down on the older man's cock. Swirling his tongue around the man's cock as he sucked, the young man felt himself becoming aroused. Flushing in shame, hating himself for what he was doing, and yet, he continued to service the man in front of him, unable and unwilling to stop. 

Feeling himself about to cum, the older man looked down at the man kneeling in front of him, contempt in his eyes. "You better swallow every drop bitch," he growled out a moment before shooting his load into the waiting throat. Pulling his cock from the moist heat, the older man stepped away, smiling in satisfaction at the bowed head of the younger man. The man stood admiring the young man who had so expertly sucked him off, looking closer he couldn't help noticing the partially aroused state of the man before him. "Oh my, it seems you enjoyed that a bit too much. Stand up!" Walking over to a cabinet near the bed, he pulled a small device from the drawer. Coming back to the younger man, he showed him the device, smiling at the look of surprise on the beautiful young face. Reaching out he roughly grabbed the younger man's dick and none too gently applied the cock ring he had taken from the cabinet. "You cum when, and if, I say you can, do you understand?"

"Yes sir," came the meek reply, the younger man making no protest at the rough treatment.

"Did you speak? Did I give you permission to speak?"

Shaking his head in the negative, the young man trembled in fear knowing he had messed up.

Stalking to the wall, the man pulled open a hidden closet and removed a short whip. Returning to the younger man, he began to whip the trembling young man. "You will speak only when I give you permission, do you understand? Speak!"

"Ye...yes sir."

"Very good, but I think you need a lesson about who's in charge. Kneel!"

Dropping to his knees the young man trembled with fear and excitement, his partially erect cock now completely full, he moaned softly with need. Suddenly his head was jerked backwards by a hand in his hair. Looking up, he saw the older man staring at him in anger. *What did I do? Oh no, I moaned didn't I?* 

"You want to cum bitch?" The man softly asked, his voice deceptively calm. "Maybe...if you provide enough entertainment. I'm having a party and I always wanted a pinata, guess what bitch? You get to be the pinata at my party, my friends will be here soon and we're gonna see if we can break my pinata. Trembling with excitement already? Or is it fear?" Looking into the eyes of his victim, the older man leaned down, "No, I think it's excitement. You want this don't you?" Pausing to glance at his watch, the man released his hold, allowing the younger man to look away. "Well pretty one looks like my friends will be here soon, I think it's time to prepare you for the party." Walking to the closet, he removed several items and returned to the young man kneeling on the floor. Stepping behind him, the older man attached cuffs to the young man's wrists, cruelly tightening them. Following this up with a slave collar around the neck, he stepped back to admire the view while he waited for his friends.

In the observation room the watcher fought down the urge to vomit. He didn't understand any of this, why was he allowing himself to be treated like this? The man he knew would never let somebody humilate him and use him like this. At least he had never thought he would, maybe he didn't know the man as well as he had thought. The door in the adjoining room drew his attention, he saw three more men entering the room. Looking back at the man he had followed, he was surprised to see that a blindfold now covered his eyes.

Inside the room, the older man heard the latch on the door begin to click. Reaching forward he quickly placed a blindfold on the younger man, covering his eyes. "Sorry play pretty, my friends are shy so I'm afraid you won't be allowed to set your eyes on them. Come in gentelmen, come in. How do you like my pinata?" Seeing the looks of lust on the faces of the other men, he motioned one of them forward. "Would you like to be the first to see if you can break the pinata?"

Stepping in front of the young man, the large man looked down at him. Looking to the other men in the room, it was soon apparent he was the one in charge now. Motioning to the man who had first accompanied the young man into the room, he waited while the man retrieved one more item from the closet. Waiting patiently, he could hardly contain his excitement at the thought of what was to come. When the other man returned to stand behind the younger man, the large man nodded for him to continue.

"There is a man in front of you whore, open your mouth and service him." 

Opening his mouth to obey, the young man began to panic when a ball gag was shoved into his mouth. Struggling against the hands that were suddenly clamped around his head, he was helpless to prevent the straps from being attached. This wasn't the way it was supposed to go, they weren't supposed to use the gag! He had only agreed to being a slave to this man and his two friends, but he had to be free to use his safe word. With the gag in place, he wouldn't have any way to tell them to stop if the scenario became too intense. He was surprised again when the blindfold was suddenly ripped from his eyes. Before his vision could adjust, the man in front of him leaned down and whispered in his ear.

"Hello pretty, I told you nobody turns me down," the large man snarled into his victim's ear. Straightening to his full height, he laughed maliciously at the look of terror in the blue eyes of the man before him.

*No, you can't be in here! No don't touch me, you bastard let me go! * The young man shook his head violently in denial, trying to back away. The other men in the room surrounded him, blocking his escape. Completely helpless, he couldn't prevent the large man from attaching a leash to the slave collar and forcing him to his feet. Jerked across the room, he was forced onto the bed by the other four men. Feeling the bed sinking down with the added weight of the large man, the young man desperately tried to crawl away. Fighting vainly, he tried to contain the sob when he felt hands grabbing roughly at his hips, jerking him to his knees. Struggling helplessly, he felt the other men putting their hands on him, holding him in place. Hating that he was at the mercy of these men, he shuddered in revulsion when he felt hands parting the cheeks of his ass. He couldn't help screaming around the gag as the large cock was shoved forcefully inside him, making him feel as though he were being ripped in half. 

In the observation room, the watcher stood, sickened by what he was seeing. Startling slightly, he turned towards the opening door. "You're telling me he asked for this?" He asked the man who had originally shown him to this room.

"I know it's hard to believe, but I have learned over the years that there are as many different needs as there are people in this world." The man answered, stepping further into the room and glancing towards the window, eyes widening at the sight before him. "Shit!" Keying the mic on his walkie-talkie, he called for security. "Code red, room 13A. Code red, room 13A." Letting go of the mic, he was barely in time to stop the watcher from rushing into the next room. "Sir stop! Let security handle this, it's what they're trained for."

The watcher's eyes narrowed in anger at the words he heard the man speaking into his radio. Realizing that the man he watched was in fact being raped, that he had actually watched it happening without intervening, he rushed for the door. Struggling against the hands that held him, he was surprised that even though the man in front of him was several inches shorter, he had no trouble holding him in place. Unable to help, the watcher could do nothing but continue observing through the window as security rushed into the room. 

Rushing into the room, the security guards arrived just as the large man pulled from the body in front of him. Quickly subduing the four men, the guards attached handcuffs to the assailants, preventing any further resistance. Before any of them could approach the young man lying on the bed, the owner of the club stepped into the room. 

Surveying the scene with distaste, Madame Rochelle motioned for the security guards to remove the four men from the room. Stopping one, she took possession of his handcuff keys and quietly shut the door behind the men. Taking a deep breath, she cautiously approached the bed and knelt beside it. "It's alright now honey, you're safe." Reaching out she gently caressed the young man's cheek, waiting for him to open his eyes and recognize her presence. "I'm going to take the gag off now, okay?" Carefully removing the gag from his mouth, Rochelle gently massaged his aching jaws, stopping only when she could no longer feel any knots of tension in them. Carefully removing the slave collar next, she slowly freed him from the restraints which had held him. Taking the keys, she next released the cuffs that cruely bit into tender flesh, again massaging sore, aching muscles and speaking softly to the young man before her. 

The moment he was able, the young man pulled away from Madame Rochelle, curling himself into a ball, attempting to hide himself from her eyes. Flushing with shame, he clamped his eyes tightly shut, refusing to look at the woman in front of him. A few seconds later, he relaxed slightly when he felt a soft cover being laid over him, tensing again at the fingers on his chin. 

Covering the young man with a thin cover, Rochelle sat beside him on the bed and reached forward. Taking his chin in her hand, she gently tilted the handsome face towards her. "Open your eyes," smiling at the instant obedience, she felt a wave of sadness at the fear and shame she saw. "Are you going to be okay?" Receiving a hesitant nod, Rochelle went on. "I'm sorry that you were put through this, and I promise those men will never do this again. They will be kept in our holding cell until you are safely away from the club and they will never be allowed in this establishment again. I am concerned about you though, and not just because of tonight. I've been watching you come in here for months and frankly, I was afraid of something like this happening." Gently covering his mouth with her hand, stopping the apology before it could be uttered. "No, you have nothing to apologize for. I only meant that I've seen you choosing companions, each one more domineering than the last. You seem like a decent young man and I'd hate to see something like this or worse happen to you again. I don't know exactly what demons you're running from.... However, I think you should consider the possibility that facing them might be safer than the way you're dealing with them now. I can't force you to face your fears and I won't ban you from my establishment. Even though I think you are playing a very dangerous game, I know that you're safer here than you would be elsewhere." Combing fingers through his hair, she hated the trembling she could feel beneath her hand. "Now, you stay here just as long as you need to, take as much time as necessary. We will keep those men locked up until thirty minutes after you leave so you needn't worry about them. You rest honey, know that you're always welcome here, but please consider what I said." Giving his cheek a final caress, Rochelle stood and walked to the door, leaving the young man to rest.

He didn't know how long he stood watching the man lying in the bed. He was so afraid of what would happen, should he look away, he didn't dare to check his watch. Leaning against the window, he couldn't prevent the tears that streamed down his face in pain for the man he watched. Finally the man in the other room, threw back the cover and gingerly climbed to his feet. 

Carefully removing the cock ring, he reached with trembling hands for his clothes which lay on the floor. Slowly pulling them on, the young man shuddered at the feel of the blood and cum running down his legs. Resigning himself to the fact that he could do nothing about it until he was home, a choked sob escaped his throat at the thought of home. Not knowing how he could face his family after tonight, but knowing he couldn't stay here forever, he fought back the tears and slowly left the room.

Waiting a few minutes, the watcher slowly made his way outside to his parked car. Looking at the parking lot, he was surprised to see the man he had followed was still there. Sitting in the car he'd borrowed from their mutual friend, the man he followed leaned forward, resting his head on the steering wheel. Wondering if he should go to him, not at all sure how he would react to his presence, the watcher was relieved when the decision was taken from him. Before he could make a move towards the other car, the man he watched sat up. With a look of sadness on his beautiful face, he started the car and pulled out of the parking lot, unaware of the man who followed. 

A couple of hours later, they were nearly home when the borrowed car turned away from the main road. A few minutes later the young man brought the car to a stop and climbed out. Walking away from the car, he made his way to the cemetary that held his parents. Kneeling down between the graves, he fell across the grave which held his mother, "Mama please help me, I don't know what to do anymore. I can't tell them the truth, they'll hate me if they know, especially him. But I can't go on like this, can't keep going there and letting those men hurt me. I'm sorry mama and daddy, I know you're probably ashamed of me. I don't blame ya none, you should be. I've always missed having you here, but I'm glad you're not here now. I'm glad you aren't here to see what I've become, what I've let happen. I made a decision on the way home tonight and I had to come here before I carry it out. I need to tell you...that I love you and I'm sorry that I won't get to spend eternity with you. Mama, daddy, I hope y'all can forgive me, but I can't keep living like this." Shoving himself to his feet, the young man started back to the car, jumping in shock when a voice spoke from the shadows.




Guilty Pleasure



Concerned when the car in front of him suddenly left the main road, the watcher followed as close as he dared. A feeling of foreboding warning him that he didn't dare lose sight of the car in front of him, his concern grew when he realized where they were. Parking his car several yards away, he waited for the other man to get out of sight. Following after him a few minutes later, he stood in the shadows, sadly listening to the other man pouring his heart out to his dead parents. Feeling his blood run cold at the final words the other man spoke, he could keep silent no longer. "Please don't go. I don't know why you went to that club tonight, but whatever the reason we can work through it together. Please...I don't want to lose you, please let me help." The watcher held his breath, hoping that the other man would accept his help.

TBC

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Guilty Pleasure



I recall my date one Friday evening with Darius. He pulled up to the curb in front of my condo at six-thirty. We had decided to go out for dinner and a movie. When he came around to open my door, I stretched up on my toes and puckered my lips for a kiss. He surprised me by reaching under my skirt and pinching my right buttock. Right there we decided to skip the movie, grab some dinner and a nightcap at a landmark restaurant, and follow up with a memorable night of sexual healing with Darius. I'll give you a brief history on how we met before moving on to the nightcap and many hours of our sexual voyage.

I first met Darius at a fund raiser charity for children. He's a big supporter and contributor to the organization. It was during his speech to the institute that he drew my attention. His very deep, distinctive voice is the type that commands attention. As I walked past him into the dinning room of the hall where the benefit was held, our eyes met. I was captivated, as if the words he spoke were for my ears only. I felt this incredibly force of nervous energy come over me as he ended his speech. We stood there staring at each other for what seemed like time without end before he came over to introduce himself.

"I'm Darius, he said.

"I'm Lola," 

"How often do you volunteer here?" He asked.

"I volunteer twice a month usually on the weekend to avoid conflict with work."

We continued to converse during and after the fundraiser. He even assisted me and the other volunteers with cleaning and securing the building. He offered to give me a ride home in his long stretch limo, and I accepted. 

There was no love making our first night, but after several dates we began a sweltering affair. Our love making episodes were always exhilarating. Darius and I both thoroughly enjoy oral sex; I especially enjoyed the taste and feeling of his hardness in my mouth. Being well endowed and experienced he made me feel alive and energized, but he loved to go downtown using only his tongue as a guide to my pink pearl. 

His fervent kisses were enough to start my honey flowing, it helped to build up excitement for hours of foreplay. He certainly wasn't a selfish lover either; he wanted to know how to make love to my body. I love a man intelligent enough to ask instead of doing what he thinks I want him to do. We communicated well and he paid attention to all my cues, and soon knew my body very well. With the tip of his finger, he'd slowly trace the contours of my body...watching and listening to my reactions. His smell was intoxicating and we wore each others scent after every lovemaking session. Our adult playtime kept the spice in the fiery relationship.

I got a kick out of the mischievous pranks we played on each other usually during the most awkward times of the day. We'd take turns calling each other. My favorite time to call Darius was during meetings, and attempt to have phone sex with him. It made our sexual exploits much more pleasurable knowing we had lit the fuse to a carnal power keg with a tease at the work place.

Another favorite tease was a seduction dance I would perform for Darius. It begins with a slow ballad; I would sway my hips and motion with my finger tips while lip syncing in a silk baby doll I loved to showcase for him. After the dance he'd sit me on the bed and slowly stripped the nightie off of me before slipping between the sheets to make love.

Darius was amazing in bed and out of it. I lacked for nothing; if I wanted to go shopping for lingerie, he would take me so he could pick out the skimpiest material that left nothing to the imagination or the sexiest pair of shoes. Sure, I had my own money but if my lover wanted to purchase something special for me I had no problem with him buying it for me. Besides I have bought my share of sexy wear for him as well. 

We had wonderful connections with the sale people of the lingerie stores and the adult markets. I was in shopping paradise with his credit card buying in high end name brand products. Sometimes I felt guilty after shopping, because I never expected to find a man so generous with his money, heart and love. 

On this particular night, we decided to skip the movie and just had dinner and a nightcap a few blocks from Darius' Penthouse. When we walked into the restaurant people began to clap and whistle while chanting his name. I was embarrassed by the attention he was receiving. 

I whispered to Darius. "I thought it was going to be a quiet evening for us."

"It will be my darling later tonight at my place." He said. 

I must admit a feeling of insecurity came over me as I watched the women try their best to seduce my lover as they leaned into his body in such a way that their breasts pressed against his arm. 

"Oh you slutty bitches." I thought to myself.

I guess the server felt sorry for me as he poured me a glass of the wine Darius had ordered for our table. As he poured the wine he quietly said to me.

"Just so you know, the women mean nothing to Darius. He only has eyes for the woman who shares his life."

I smiled and thanked him.

He asked if there was anything else he could do for me. I told him no and thanked him again for the pep talk.

At that moment I felt a quieting calm coming over me as I sipped my wine and envisioned naughty things I would perform on my lover later that night.

Darius soon joined me and apologized for losing time with me.

I told him it was all right and we settled down to enjoy our dinner and wine.

After dinner, we went back to Darius penthouse for a nightcap and much more.

I went into the bathroom to freshen up while Darius fixed us a drink before retiring for the evening. I wasn't sure if I should have another drink. I can't handle alcohol well and usually if I drink too much I black out.

I returned from the bathroom to see Darius with a glass of red wine for me. I sipped the wine until I could no longer drink it. 

It was time for making love with Darius and I wanted it now. After my sensual dance ended he removed my nightie to explore my body with his tongue. When he licked my skin, it was like an electric current zapped through my body...It felt so good. 

Then it was my turn to make his body feel pleasure also. I'm good with my tongue and knew how to send tingles through his body. I started at the top of his head with small kisses and flickering licks to his chest, stomach and the inner thighs near his penis.

When I kissed the lower part of his stomach, I felt his hardness press against my jaw. It was so hard and hot but I ignored Darius' pleas to take him into my mouth.

It was payback for ignoring me and flirting with the women at the bar while leaving me alone to entertain myself. I wasn't about to let him know the reason I tormented his yearning flesh by denying him the sensations of my hot mouth on his cock but I knew why.

It wasn't long before Darius grabbed my arms and threw me on to my back and dipped his cock deep into my womb. He moved from side to side, up and down until he had me begging for more. 

It was then that he pulled out leaving only the head of his penis inside of me. The more I squirmed to get him to go deeper, the more he arched his back to avoid deep penetration. I had not used all of my womanly skills on Darius and knew he would have no choice except to release his juice inside of me. I continued to plead for deeper penetration but I was ignored.

He knew he had power over me and he was not about to let it go. So, I stretched up and slid my tongue deep inside of his ear. He lost his grip on power as I pulled him into me and made it happened. First at a slow pace, then at a fast pace he took me. I clawed at his back as my hips moved in sync with his body enjoying our erotic sexual healing.

Unfortunately for us, the relationship has caused a strain with his family and the charitable obligations. After awhile Darius wanted to be with me day and night but that wasn't what I wanted. I felt smothered by his attention and became turned off by his lack of commitment to his responsibilities. His family had no tolerance for me because in their minds I did not come from good breeding and did not have the requisite education required for their son.

I knew it was time to end the relationship before it became ugly. I called Darius on his cell and asked him to meet me at my place of work. I wanted to talk with him and suggested a lunch date to talk things over. 

Darius could see the concern in my face and suggest we take a ride instead of lunch. He knew a place we could talk in private; a little inn at the edge of town. It was a place where no one knew of him. Darius parked the car and went inside first. I knew what he was up to and reminded myself that the relationship had to end today. This was the day to let him go.

Darius walked back to the car with a key in his hand. When he opened the door to drive to the room he rented I told him I was bothered by his lack of respect for what I had to discuss with him. 

He assured me we were only there to talk and nothing more. 

I asked what was wrong with meeting in a public place instead of a secluded inn.

He had an idea why I wanted to talk but he wanted to convince me to stay with him.

I told him I wanted out, because of his parents and his sudden lack of attention toward his charity duties. I tried in every possible way to get through to Darius that I wanted to end the relationship. He refused to hear it and I felt things were getting too heated between us and stood up to walk toward the door. 

Darius grabbed me by the arm and pushed me against the wall next to the door. My heart jumped into my throat while I struggled to break free of his grip. I yelled at Darius telling him he was hurting me. 

He loosened his grip and apologized for hurting me. He asked me to stay and discuss the relationship with him. So I sat down on a chair next to the bathroom door. I was shaking from what just happened when I tried to leave him.

Darius was in bad shape. I told him even though I loved him too, he was smothering me. I explained that it felt as if we were joined-at-the-hip. The disrespect toward his obligations was disturbing to me also. Darius agreed to give me all the time and space I desired in the relationship. We made a promise to talk about any problems that might jeopardize the relationship in a non confrontational approach.

We made love that day and as we made love I felt serenity with Darius as his hands molded my body putting me in a trance. I closed my eyes and allowed his soul to bond with mine for a climatic ending.



Guilty Pleasure



Many people, both men and women, develop "types" of the opposite sex that they are infatuated with, or lust after. While many other people are egalitarian in their outlook for possible sexual partners, those that I like to call "type cast" spend a good deal of time trying to find someone their "type" to latch onto. Fortunately the "type" that type cast people long for is very different from person to person otherwise they'd all want to fuck the same guy or girl.

I, Amy, am one of those "type cast" people. I don't know how I latched onto a certain type but I did at an early age, and when I became sexually active at eighteen I was particularly on the lookout for a guy about six feet tall with reddish blond hair, arms that looked like Popeye's, and of course a cute face. Not just any cute face, however, but with an aquiline nose and kind yet haunting green or blue eyes. Not too specific, huh?

Melissa, my realist best friend in both High School and college, sounded like a tape stuck on "replay" because she said so many times, "Amy, you've never seen a guy like that and you never will. Start looking for other characteristics that are important - like a big cock." Then she'd laugh hysterically, and I'd punch her in the arm.

What do I look like, you ask? I have what everyone would say are "exotic" looks, whether they like my looks or not. I kind of, for lack of a better description, look like a lighter skinned, bigger-boobed, wider-hipped, version of the not-too-well-known actress Janina Gavankar (from "The Mysteries of Laura" and "Game of Thrones"); at least I'd like to think that's what I look like. Oh, one other thing; I have dichromatic eyes, one brown, one green. For my experience I would say that my looks either are not appealing at all to 30% of guys, appealing but not overwhelming to 50%, and enough to drive 20% crazy with lust.

By the time that I started my senior year in college I had to conclude that Melissa was right, and I started looking for Mr. Right without regard to "my type," but giving no credence to Melissa's "big cock" characteristic since I considered that much less important than character, kindness, general attractiveness, ability to commit unconditionally, and someone in that 20% of guys who find my looks captivating. That turned out to significantly narrow my field of likely candidates but at least there were some, and just before graduation I latched onto one. Jason was a second year grad student at the same university that I attended who fit the bill well, and we fell in love.

After both of us graduated, Jason got a good job in a city only about eighty-ninety miles between each of our parents' domiciles, I got an entry level job in public relations in the same city, and we moved in together. Jason was a considerate lover, a wonderful companion, and someone that I could see myself easily spending the rest of my life with, so I was thrilled, and quickly accepted, when he asked me to marry him after we had been living together for about nine months. We did marry six months later in a medium sized church wedding with a blast reception highlighted by an awesome live band. Jason's and my first dance, which we had practiced for months, quickly became a hit when Melissa, of course my maid of honor, posted it on YouTube.

Jason and I enjoyed life as an educated, care-free, upwardly mobile couple. We got a great apartment close to our work places in a garden apartment complex that was full of other young married couples and that had a great pool and a fully equipped exercise facility. Two things that Jason and I found we had most in common that we had talked about on a number of occasions was fidelity, and a desire to keep our bodies in shape. I was 100% dedicated to remaining faithful and exercising at least four times a week, and I knew that Jason was just as committed. Therefore while we had lots of fun at parties and barbecues, both at our apartment complex and with co-workers, we both put clear boundaries on flirting and physical contact.

Time seemed to fly by in our "dream" life, including buying a house and having our first child, little Amanda, after we had been married about six years. The bond between Jason and I got even stronger after Amanda was born - although I didn't think that it could have possibly gotten stronger than it already was.

Then my resolve was severely tested.

Jason was promoted at work, and one of the new people that he worked with was a guy he really seemed to hit it off with. Many dinners, while involving Amanda in the conversation the best we could even though she had only limited ability to talk at about sixteen months old, were about things that he and Warren did together, or talked about. "I'd like to have Warren and his wife Mindy over for dinner next weekend; is that OK with you, Amy?" Jason asked.

"Of course, darling; I'll fix your favorite, Chicken Cacciatore," I replied with a big smile.

When Warren and Mindy arrived the next Saturday night I could not fucking believe my eyes. I immediately sensed, and later confirmed, that Warren was six one, an avid amateur weightlifter, has strawberry blond hair, an aquiline nose and - get this - laughing dichromatic eyes, one green, one blue.

I was flabbergasted and virtually speechless as I stared at him trying as hard as I could not to be too obvious, attempting to divert my gaze to Mindy as much as I could. The horrible thing was that he was doing the same thing with me; and he was having a hard time getting words out of his mouth too.

It took a good half hour, and two glasses of wine, before I almost returned to normal - the operative word being "almost." He seemed to gain his composure during that same amount of time and the consumption of three beers, which he virtually chugged.

At dinner we had a lively conversation. Mindy was smart, pleasant, and very knowledgeable about world affairs. Warren had a good sense of humor, exchanged many good-natured barbs with Jason, and was obviously passionate about keeping in shape. However, he and I kept exchanging furtive glances.

After dessert, while Mindy went to the bathroom and Jason into the living room to put on a CD, Warren helped me clear the table. When both Mindy and Jason were absent he said - in barely more than a whisper - "Amy, has any one ever told you that you look like Janina Gavankar?"

That threw me for a loop. "I've often flattered myself by thinking that," I responded with a bit of trepidation in my voice, "but I'm surprised to hear you say that since not too many people recognize her name or know who she is."

"She's my favorite actress - there's just something about her that appeals to me..." he got out before he realized that he sounded like he was coming on to me. He blushed, and I'm sure that I did too as I mumbled "Well thank you, that's very complimentary," in response

My pussy was leaking uncontrollably.

I couldn't help but notice that he had tented his pants although he was obviously embarrassed and tried to hide it from me.

Sitting with wet panties as we listened to music and chatted in the living room while nursing cordials was not the most comfortable thing in the world for me, but I did manage to get through the rest of the evening without acting too strange and my panties dried fairly well. However, when Warren hugged me goodbye and little more than whispered into my ear "Thanks for the great meal and companionship Janina," the floodgates were opened again, so much so that I could feel a dribble down my leg.

After Jason and I talked for a few minutes about how nice Mindy and Warren were, and I checked in with Amanda to make sure that she was sleeping soundly, I told Jason that I was going to shower while he put the cordial glasses in the dishwasher and started it up. I fingered myself into the fastest orgasm of my life thinking about Warren - the embodiment of who I had been dreaming of until I was twenty two - and almost collapsed in the shower. However, that orgasm didn't fully do it for me.

I'm not sure that Jason knew what hit him when he came into our bedroom and started removing his shirt when I approached him naked, provocatively swinging my large boobs that had not been fully toweled off after my shower. I literally ripped his clothes off, pushed him down on the bed, sucked his cock just to make sure that it was hard, and then mounted him and fucked him like I was a three dollar whore!

Normally considerate Jason, who always took his time with sex including lots of foreplay, at first didn't know how to react. However, since I was bouncing like I was on a bungee cord and my tits were slapping together like I was being applauded by a crowd, he quickly got with the program. He squeezed my nipples with one hand and traced a finger of the other hand over my clit, and I came like a freight train. It barely slowed me down. By the time that he had jettisoned his load into me I had come two more times, and not just minor orgasms - earthquake-like ones!

Once he filled my pussy I collapsed on top of him. After a few minutes he rolled me over on my side and pried open my eyes. "What got into you, sex goddess - not that I'm complaining, mind you," he chuckled.

I thought "Warren turned me on so much that I pretended that I was fucking his brains out," but thankfully that's not what I said. What I said - after a moment for reflection and with a nervous smile - was, "I don't know for sure, but I was horny all day and Amanda didn't go down for a nap when I wanted to fuck you, so I went kind of wild tonight."

"Kind of?" he chuckled again.

I playfully grabbed his balls; "I guess that you never want a repeat, huh?"

"I didn't say that," he chortled, "but thankfully tomorrow is Sunday because I sure would be wiped out if I had to work tomorrow morning."

We kissed and then fell asleep.

My mind must have been in turmoil because I woke up about 4 a. m., something that I never do. I sucked Jason's cock again, this time mounted him reverse cowgirl, and even though he was kind of out of it, I squeezed another load of cum out of him with my pc muscles as I had another gargantuan orgasm. This time I more passed out than fell asleep, until he woke me about 9 a. m. with a giggling Amanda in his arms.

The entire day Sunday I felt guilty. I felt almost like I had betrayed Jason by fucking Warren in my mind - but I couldn't help it. It took two more nights of fucking Jason like an animal, rather than making the slow foreplay-rich love that he preferred, and a session every day for a week with my dildo which I had re-named "Warren," before I finally got back to normal.

I looked at myself in the mirror once I was semi-normal and said "Girl, this is a dangerous situation. Avoid Warren as much as you can. If you feel this guilty thinking about him, just imagine what you'd feel if you really fucked him!" That come-to-Jesus talk with myself helped somewhat, although I was disconcerted that my panties suddenly dampened again.

**************

Fortunately, over the next several months the only times that I saw Warren were in large gatherings. I made sure never to be alone with him, joining him in conversation only when at least two other people were there. I noticed that he seemed to be doing the same thing. We also never had Warren and Mindy over alone again, and the one time that they invited us over when I knew we would be the only guests, I developed a "sickness" the day before and canceled. Of course the "sickness" was overbearing lust, although I pretended that it was a mild form of the flu which - amazingly - neither Amanda nor Jason caught from me.

I was six months pregnant with our second child when the train went off the rails. 

I am one of the lucky women who have had fairly easy pregnancies, and ones without any decrease in libido although fortunately I wasn't in the 5% of those who get super horny even in their third trimester; if I had been in that class I probably would have sought Warren out and fucked him unconscious. 

Jason was his normal loving self during my pregnancy, and I was that I had basically put Warren out of my mind when I made love to Jason, although during my now only once-a-week session with my dildo I was still dreaming of fucking Warren.

Jason was on a Saturday morning excursion with Amanda, something the two of them liked to do once every couple of weeks, when he called me on his cellphone. "Hon, there is something I forgot. Warren is coming over to borrow some equipment for a project he is doing. Tell him it's in the basement. He should be there in about ten minutes, so don't be surprised."

I was flabbergasted. If I protested too much it would be suspicious, but my mind was in turmoil. Finally I concluded "Warren won't find me attractive at six months pregnant," but apparently it took a while to come to that conclusion because Jason said, "Amy, are you there - did you hear me?"

"Uh, oh...sorry, Jason, there must have been a minor interruption in transmission. What...what was it you said," I stuttered.

He repeated.

"OK, I'll look out for him," I replied then hung up.

I was trying to steel myself for Warren's visit but it was only ten seconds or so after I hung up that the doorbell rang. I opened it to a smiling Warren.

"Hi, Amy; is Jason here? There is some equipment he said I could borrow," Warren said with a big grin.

"Shit, Jason didn't even tell him that he wouldn't be here," I cursed to myself.

Warren was wearing a tank top which accented his muscular arms. His strawberry blond hair was slightly disheveled. His dichromatic eyes seemed to be dancing even more than usual. I unconsciously started shaking.

Warren got a concerned look on his face. As he came in I leaned against the wall and he grabbed onto me. "Are you alright?" he asked.

His touch was electric. I stammered out "It must be the pregnancy hormones."

He led me over to the couch and sat next to me. "Can I get you something to drink, Janina?" he inquired while holding my hands in his.

"I'm Amy, not Janina," I muttered, making eye contact even though I had been trying to avoid that.

"You're Janina to me," he mumbled back.

I don't really remember who initiated the first kiss since endorphins were already flooding my brain to such an extent that I was only semi with-it. However, the kiss was electric. So too was the way that Warren manipulated my over-sized pregnancy-enhanced boobs.

I was not yet fully naked, although my dress had been pulled down over my tits and my bra undone, when Warren effortlessly lifted my pregnant ass onto his lap, with me facing away from him. I remember wondering how his cock had been exposed and my panties removed since when I was lowered onto his lap his cock was already poking me, but how it happened didn't seem important.

I was surprised at how full I felt when his cock was completely buried. I was more surprised at how vigorously I moved my pregnant body up and down on his cock and how wonderfully he played with my tits as he bucked up when I slammed down. I had a debilitating orgasm in about two minutes flat which caused me to writhe around like a landed marlin but made me incapable of further bouncing. That didn't slow Warren down a bit, however, as he continued to move his pelvis up and down. When he grunted loudly and filled my pussy with what seemed like a liter of cum I had a second gargantuan orgasm, and was almost rendered comatose.

The next two hours or so seemed more dream than reality. I remember eagerly sucking his huge throbbing cock after he came in me the first time with the fleeting thought "he's even got the physical feature that Melissa told me to look for." I also know that we animalistically fucked through two more orgasms for him, and countless ones for me, in positions that I didn't think that a pregnant woman could fuck in.

I don't know how long we would have continued, or how many times that Warren could have gotten it up, had we not been brought back to reality by the sound of Jason's voice and Amanda's laugh just outside the front door. We got really lucky. As we scrambled to get our clothes back on we could also hear the voice of our next door neighbor, who had engaged Jason in conversation. That delayed his entry for five minutes, which was enough time for me to run to our bathroom and get in the shower, and for Warren to go into the basement to get the equipment he had come over to borrow.

As the warm water cascaded over my body I noticed that my nipples were raw - then remembered how Warren had sucked and twisted them between, and sometimes during, our jungle fucks. As I scrubbed my crotch I began to wonder if my pussy would ever be the same. It was red and gaping having had to expand more than ever before to accommodate Warren's large active cock.

As I was drying off I could hear Warren and Jason chatting, including Warren apologizing for getting over later than he had anticipated and waking me up from a nap to let him in. "Where is Amy now?" I heard Jason ask.

"When she told me to go down to the basement to look for the equipment she said something about taking a shower and then resuming her nap," Warren replied; obviously he was a quick thinker.

Since it's not unusual for preggos to need naps, Jason was not surprised when he opened the master bedroom door and saw me pretending to be asleep on our bed. He gently closed the door and then went to fulfill Amanda's request for a treat.

*************** 

The guilt didn't start to set in until Sunday afternoon. Up until then I was still in a state of euphoria. While I had had many very satisfying sexual encounters, especially with Jason, there was nothing even close to what I experienced with Warren. Not only is the mind the most important sex organ - and in my mind Warren was the elusive man of my "type" that I had always been seeking - but he had the equipment, passion, and technique to go along with it.

What snapped me out of it on Sunday afternoon was Jason coming up from behind me and giving me a big hug and kiss on the neck just before he said "You seem to really be happy, Amy; and that makes me so glad."

"I got a good nap yesterday, and I'm really enjoying my pregnancy," I replied as I turned and kissed him. After that, however, I started to feel like shit.

I really mentally beat myself up the rest of Sunday afternoon, and I got virtually no sleep Sunday night. While I put on a happy face for Jason and Amanda, I was anything but happy. "How could you cheat on someone who loves you unconditionally like Jason does, you fucking tramp?" was a thought that often caromed through my brain on Monday. Early afternoon, while Amanda was napping, the phone rang.

"Hello," was my stellar greeting, before looking at Caller ID.

"Hi, Janina - I mean Amy - sorry, a Freudian slip," came Warren's voice.

"Uh, hi, uh, Warren," I stammered.

"Listen - I want to really apologize for Saturday. I...I...I don't know quite how to explain it. The only rationalization that I can come up with is that I've had this thing for Janina over the last few years, and you're an even more exotic and sexier version of her. Plus, I've always loved pregnant women and never had sex with one before Saturday. I'm really, really, sorry. I feel like shit."

I don't know why I said it - maybe because he was being so straight-forward - but I told him about my fixation. "Warren, you're exactly the type of guy that I longed for between the time I was eighteen and twenty two, and when I first saw you I couldn't believe that you really existed. And then, like me, you're the only person I ever saw who had dichromatic eyes. I should have stopped you from fucking me, but I could no more do that than stop breathing."

"It was the best experience of my life," he blurted out.

"Mine too," I hesitantly replied, and then started softly sobbing.




Guilty Pleasure



"We can't have a repeat. I feel like shit for cheating on Mindy who is a truly wonderful woman," Warren responded.

"We have to stay away from each other - we can never be alone again," I quietly sobbed into the phone. "Guilt is wracking my entire body - I feel so awful for Jason."

After a delay during which it appeared that Warren was gathering his thoughts he said "Look; we'll make sure that we're never alone together again. Just make it up to Jason by being the best wife and mother than you can be. If neither of us ever says anything and we never do it again no one will be hurt. If you have trouble handling it, go to a counselor which will be easy to explain since preggo hormones are flowing through your body."

"You're right, of course," I agreed. "It will be tough, but I hope that in time the memory of our betrayal of our spouses will just be a guilty pleasure that we can deal with, and nothing more."

"Yeah, a guilty pleasure," Warren chuckled. "Goodbye sexiest woman in the world, whether pregnant or not; just don't get caught alone with me again because if I encounter you when you're not pregnant our fuck fest Saturday will look G-rated by comparison."

My pussy started leaking profusely. "You're bad - really bad," I chortled as I hung up the phone.

Fortunately, Amanda was still napping because I never needed my dildo so much; I came four times in rapid succession thinking of Warren's words - and cock.

*********** 

Since the guilt really did bother me, as Warren had suggested I went to see a counselor - a female psychologist who specialized in dealing with pregnant women and post-partum depression. She helped me a lot. While she never allowed me to excuse my actions, she pointed out my history of fidelity, my love for Jason and Amanda, how unusual my situation was, and my resolve never to be alone with Warren again, and how he was thinking along the same lines. Just like Warren, however, she counseled me not to ever tell Jason.

"While confession may be good for the soul, it is really bad for relationships," was one of her pearls of wisdom. "You might think that it's merely being honest; but what if he asks questions? You either have to lie then or tell him 'I had the best, toe-curling, sex of my life which I remember constantly, even when we're screwing.' What do you think that will do to him?" was her most convincing and definitive statement on the matter.

By the time that our son Matthew - no I didn't name him "Warren" - was six months old I had forgiven myself. I was convinced that I was the best wife and mother I could have been since my "guilty pleasure" encounter, and since it would never be repeated I could move on.

It seems that life has a way of throwing you curves, though, doesn't it.

************** 

Even with two little kids, Jason and I had joined an "Adventure" club since only exercise room activities to keep in shape were starting to get boring. Both sets of grandparents lived nearby and they were only too happy to have the grandkids for a weekend. Jason had always been somewhat of an outdoorsman growing up, and I always loved to hike, so it was a natural for us.

There was a problem. Warren and Mindy also liked the outdoors, and with the intense encouragement of both Jason and Mindy Warren was convinced to join the club. The only time that Warren and I were briefly - and I mean briefly, only ten to fifteen seconds - alone he whispered "We can control ourselves, can't we Janina? It's been three years since our guilty pleasure?"

I really wish the fuck he wouldn't call me "Janina" since it made my pussy gush. I was able to not look at his crotch when he said that since I knew that he would be tenting his pants.

"As long as we're never alone together," I replied, trying to sound confident, but convinced that instead I sounded weak. Fortunately I was in a situation where I could change my panties within ten or fifteen minutes after his comment.

About the second year that we were in the adventure club, on a long weekend we had taken a nice hike in a Canadian wilderness area. One thing I really liked about that trip was that we were staying in a lodge for our four day weekend rather than camping out. There was a group of six of us - Jason, me, Warren, Mindy, Beth and Turk - hiking merrily along on our way back to the lodge as nightfall was starting to settle in. We were hurrying to get back before dark.

We were walking past a scree field with me in front, Warren next - I think that the bastard was checking out my ass, but I didn't say anything to him - then Jason, Beth, Mindy, and Turk bringing up the rear. I heard a scream behind me. Mindy had slipped on the scree and fallen down the hillside, almost causing a landslide. Turk tried to help, and fell head over heels. Beth and Json were also caught up in the slide. Warren slipped and fell on his ass but didn't move down the hillside, while I was the only who totally avoided the mishap.

Very carefully, Warren and I shinnied down the hillside trying as hard as we could not to disturb any more rocks. It was very clear that Mindy had a broken ankle, Beth and Jason had broken arms, and Turk was unconscious. Warren and I were able to help Beth and Jason to a point free of the scree field, but it was too dangerous to move Mindy given her broken ankle and the position she was in, and we didn't know what had happened to Turk so we didn't want to take the chance of causing him serious injury by moving him.

Jason had been carrying our SAT phone, and fortunately it was not damaged in the fall. Warren called the local rescue organization and a helicopter was there within twenty minutes. The rescue squad carefully immobilized Turk's neck and lifted him into the copter. Mindy was lifted next, then Beth, then Jason. Warren and I assumed that they would pick us up to ride with our spouses and friends to the hospital but as a rescuer who had immobilized Jason's broken arm was ready to start their ascent he said "We can't accommodate the weight of you two. We're already past maximum capacity. We're going to Health Sciences North Hospital in Sudbury. You can drive there tomorrow."

Despite our protests, they were soon gone.

Warren and I looked at each other funny. "We'll drive there tonight," he said, obviously with a dry mouth. He looked scared for many reasons - Mindy's condition and being left alone with me the primary ones. I was just as scared, also primarily about Jason's and Turk's conditions and being left alone with him.

"OK," I mumbled in reply.

"We really need to hoof it, though," he said as he grabbed my hand and started walking. "We need to get to the lodge before full darkness. There's not much moon tonight, I don't have a flashlight, and it's dangerous walking in total darkness.

We were probably a little more than three kilometers from the lodge. Fortunately, after the first one-half kilometer it was relatively flat and we both hustled. It was probably the fastest that I have ever walked on uneven terrain in my life. We got to within a quarter kilometer of the lodge and could see its lights before it got dangerously dark, at which point we slowed down - a welcome relief since we were both sweating profusely.

When we got to the lodge we suddenly remembered that Turk had driven the six of us to the lodge, and we didn't have keys to his van. We called the hospital and were eventually able to talk to Mindy, Jason and Beth. Beth confirmed that Turk had the only set of keys with him and the hospital was seventy miles away from the lodge and it was too late to arrange transportation that night. Fortunately Turk "merely" had a concussion and some bruising of his back and neck and would be able to be released in a couple of days. All of them were being kept in the hospital overnight for observation. We promised to find a way there the next morning, to pick up the keys - instead they said that they would have a courier bring the keys to us the next morning and then we could come and pick them up.

After we got off the phone, Warren and I exchanged furtive looks. This was a worst-case scenario as far as I was concerned. My panties were already soaked, and not just with sweat.

"Look," Warren said, attempting to remain stoic. "We're in control; we're not sex starved aliens. Let's shower - separately," the last word he added when he saw a scared look on my face; "then eat dinner. We're both extremely tired both emotionally and physically, and we'll fall asleep soon after dinner."

He was certainly right that I was emotionally and physically exhausted, leading me to believe that I couldn't have sex with him that night even if I wanted to; so I said "OK. I'm starving. I'll meet you in the dining room in twenty minutes."

I showered quickly in my room, only delaying look enough to finger myself to one orgasm to help insure that I wouldn't get other ideas when I met Warren. I put on jeans and the most conservative top that I had with me. Warren was waiting at a table when I got to the dining room, and he waved me over.

The lodge had a limited menu and Warren had already ordered us both the special for that evening, which is exactly what I would have ordered myself. The waiter showed up shortly after I sat down with a beer for Warren and a Manhattan for me, which everyone in our group knew was my favorite drink and which I had consumed two of when the six of us ate dinner together the night before.

Warren and I had a lively conversation, both of us choosing not to dwell on what had happened to our spouses or on our need to remain celibate that night, but we intentionally had less eye contact than any two people ever in a lively conversation with each other. We knew that eye contact was dangerous.

Despite me consuming three Manhattans and Warren four beers, because we also ate heartily we weren't feeling particularly light headed - at least I wasn't until I drained the last drop of my drink and we both stood up from the table. I stumbled slightly.

"You OK?" Warren genuinely asked.

"Yeah, just starting to get real tired and realizing that I should not have put three drinks into my sore body."

"It's time for bed," he said - then turning red and clarifying it with "I...uh...mean for us to go to our separate rooms."

I smiled.

We walked up the long winding staircase together to the second floor. Warren and Mindy's room was two doors to the left of the staircase, my and Jason's room six four doors past theirs. I'm sure that it was unintentional on both of our parts when he stopped short at his door and I ran into him. He turned to apologize and we made eye contact, our bodies still touching. I couldn't stop staring into the dichromatic eyes on his perfect - to me - face. There was probably a thirty second delay before he gurgled "We're not going to make it, are we?"

"No," I sighed and we mutually pushed our lips together.

I don't really remember him opening up his door and carrying me to his bed, nor how he stripped me naked - although I did see the remnants of my torn blouse, bra and panties on the floor the next day. I just remember that I was filled with more passion and dread, in a mind-numbing combination, than I ever had been before in my life.

I'm sure that there was no foreplay before his thick turgid cock bottomed out in my slippery pussy as I lay on my back with my thighs wrapped around his waist. I'm also sure that as soon as I started pulsating my pc muscles that he unloaded an ungodly amount of cum into my ravenous cunt as a mammoth orgasm consumed me.

The next thing that I remember is sometime later awaking from what seemed like a dream, and hearing Warren going to the bathroom. Once he returned to the bed I followed him into the head and peed out a couple of liters as cum also dripped from my pussy into the toilet. After wiping my crotch with a wet cloth I returned to the bedroom to find him standing near the bed with his cock pointing toward the ceiling.

He dropped to his knees in front of me, licked my pussy lips and stimulated my clit until I had another massive orgasm, and then without giving me a chance to recover lifted me up by my ass cheeks, moved my back against the outer wall of the room, buried his sword in my scabbard in one vigorous thrust, and then proceeded to fuck the every loving shit out of me while I screamed into his shoulder, dug my nails into his back, and clamped my thighs around his torso.

Given the power of our mutual orgasms I remember being amazed that he could still stand long enough afterword to safely get us over to the bed before his knees buckled. That was probably the last rational thought that passed through my brain that night. All I remember is that we fucked and sucked until the first vestiges of light shone through his window, and then fell asleep. When I woke the sun was fully up and it was 9 a. m. according to the clock next to the bed. Every one of my orifices was as sore as they ever were in my life, my nipples were raw, and Warren's cock was bright red and his testicles seemed to be throbbing.

I pried Warren's eyes open.

"What the fuck did you do to me?" I inquired with a look between laughing and stern.

"What the fuck did you do to me?" he mumbled in reply. "My balls hurt so bad, and my cock is burning.

"You didn't really need to fuck all of my orifices multiple times, did you? It's your own fault."

"I couldn't help myself, plus it's not like you weren't encouraging me."

"How many orgasms did you have, stud?" I asked after playfully pinching one of his nipples.

He seemed to be lost in thought for a few moments. "Six - I think," he said, "four more than any other session in my life. God, fucking you is so heavenly."

"Now we have more years of guilt, and I need to go back to my psychologist again," I sternly replied. "But I'm not going to think of that until we get back home; I'm just going to enjoy the euphoria the last eight or nine hours visited upon me."

I kissed him, put on what was left of my clothing, and chirped "See you down at breakfast in a half hour."

It took the full half hour to shower all of the cum and sweat off of me, douche, dress, fix my face and hair so that I looked human, and then dispose of my torn blouse, panties, and bra in the dumpster behind the lodge.

As Warren and I were wordlessly eating breakfast, although his left hand was squeezing my thigh under the table and occasionally drifting over to my over-stimulated crotch, a messenger from the hospital came up with the keys to Turk's van. We paid and gratefully thanked the messenger, then quickly finished breakfast and got into the van for the drive to the hospital. I lay my head on Warren's shoulder and lap most of the way over there - we talked little, mostly about how wonderful the night had been and what steps we were going to take to preclude a repeat. As he pulled into a remote part of the hospital parking lot I looked down at his crotch and he was - shockingly - tenting his pants.

"What the hell is that?" I asked, trying to sound miffed, as I pointed at his crotch.

"Shit - I don't know," he whined. "I'm so sore that it hurts pushing against my zipper." Then a diabolical look crossed his face. "I don't suppose you could perform one more act before our sexual relationship ends for good?"

"You perverted bastard," I moaned as I unzipped him, fished out his stiff red cock, and then proceeded to give him what I hoped would be an unforgettable blowjob.

When finished I wiped the remnants of cum off of one cheek and started to get out the door. "Let me sit for a second," he moaned. "I don't think that I can walk yet." Fifteen minutes later we both moseyed bowlegged into the hospital.

Turk was doing better but would have to stay another night. He insisted that Beth return with the other four of us to the lodge. Beth and Jason had casts on their left arms, and a sling. Mindy had a cast on her right ankle, but could walk well with crutches although Warren insisted on carrying her to the van.

I drove back to the lodge where we had a relaxing day of fishing as we took turns entertaining Mindy since she couldn't join us. I drove again the next day when we picked up Turk and then drove home. Since I was concentrating on negotiating the sometimes hairy roads, people didn't inquire why I was so quiet. It was hard for me to talk, much, however, with images flowing through my brain of Warren's cock exploding in my pussy.

************* 

Of course when I got back home the guilt returned in spades. The kids cheered me up somewhat, and I went to see the psychologist again. She didn't just slap my wrist. She gave me a tongue-lashing even though she agreed that the circumstances were bizarre and would never be repeated. "You didn't have to drink three Manhattans, and follow him up the stairs, though, did you?" was her pinpoint rhetorical question.

Because of my guilt, activities with the kids, trying my best to make things easier for Jason because of his broken arm, and a busy life in general, I honestly forgot something very important until we were back a week. I had gone off the pill a couple of months before our Canadian Adventure because Jason and I had decided that we wanted a third kid. As soon as I realized it, I went to the calendar and feverishly counted the days and did the math.

"Holy fuck!" I exclaimed to myself as I dropped to the floor. "I had a period last month, but my night with Warren was right in the middle of my most fertile time! I sure hope that the kid doesn't have strawberry blond hair and an aquiline nose!"