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Her Way

By: Omega12



This is the Revised Version of a story I posted last year called, I DID IT HER WAY. There are changes throughout the story and a completely different ending.

Kathy was one of the most popular girls in college, and in my opinion, the most beautiful girl in the whole world. She has long dark brown hair that that shines like burnished copper in the sunlight. She has a small turned up nose and slightly parted lips that look like she is going to kiss you.

Our Sociology professor had asked us to team up with a member of the opposite sex to do a study on the effect of crowded living conditions on human development. Here was my chance to say something to her, instead of stuttering out an embarrassed Hi when I passed her on campus.

She was talking to three other girls when I approached her. "Pardon me Kathy, but I was wondering if you had a partner for the sociology project yet?

Kathy looked at me with slight annoyance on her face. "Who are you?"

My name is Bill and we have been taking the same course, in the same lecture hall, for the entire semester and she doesn't even know who I am.

"I wonder if you would consent to be my partner for Professor Walter's sociology project?" This was coming out all wrong. It sounded more like a marriage proposal. It was just that she had me all nervous and tongue-tied. I just melt when she looks at me with those big brown eyes.

All of them were laughing at me. "Who is the dork?" asked Amanda.

"I think it's a geek from the 5th grade, with a face like a troll." Diane said with a giggle.

"Who are you going to team up with?" Jennifer asked. "Is it going to be Larry, Doug or Scott?"

"Wait a minute," Kathy said. "Those guys only think with their dicks. This report determines if you get a credit or not. What did you say your name was?"

"Its Bill." I know my face was a flaming red.

"Now I remember you. You're that brainy guy that sits in front. Meet me after class and we'll talk about it."

I floated into class on cloud nine. Who says dreams can't come true.

Knowing Kathy's course schedule by heart, I skipped my last class so that I could wait for her outside the lecture hall. I must have waited an hour or more before she finally came out, talking to her same three friends.

"There you are Billie; I forgot I was supposed to meet you." (My name is Bill, not Billie. I hate that name; it's like I am a little boy or something.) "You wanted to ask me something; so get down on your knees in front of me and ask me." 

Her friends were all laughing. I was embarrassed, but I started to do what she told me. Now even Kathy is laughing at me.

"Its OK Billie, you don't have to do that. I was only teasing you. I'll agree to be your project partner. I only have one question."

"Thank you, thank you Kathy. I'll work very hard to ensure we produce a good report. What was your question?"

"How much are you going to pay me to be your partner?"

"It's, it's supposed to be a team, I, I don't think I am supposed to..."

That's when I noticed they were all laughing at me again. They found it hilarious. I was just trying to get Kathy as my partner.

"I was just kidding; you don't have to pay me."

"You should have made the geek pay," Jennifer said still amused, "and made him lick your feet."

"Now that's not very nice," Kathy responded with a slight smile. "Can't you see he is all red in the face and starting to stutter?"

Things did not work out quite the way I expected. I envisioned us spending many hours together on the project and getting to know each other. In reality Kathy spent less than an hour with me during the first two weeks. I knew she was popular, that she dated 3 or 4 guys, but I had hoped for a lot more time than that. Her normal excuse, any time I tried to get some time with her was, "I have a date tonight. Be a sweetie and do my part too."

The interim report was due and Kathy wanted to know if we were ready. She had spent so little time on the project she had no idea of the status. "I am a little behind because you have not given me much time. Maybe we could spend a couple hours together tonight and finish it."

"That's impossible. Be a good boy, finish the intern report for me, and for your reward I'll go out with you next Wednesday."

My heart was singing, although I tried to appear reluctant so Kathy would not know how happy I was. She did not tell me what she wanted to do on the date, and I did not want to bring it up in case she remembered something and cancelled our date. I finally decided to wear a suit. 

This was my best chance to make a good impression on her. My parents are reasonably wealthy, and I drove a late model Mercedes. I am rather small, about 5 feet 6 inches tall and slender build. I have seen some of the guys she goes out with. I think they are football jocks. I may not be able to compete on a physical basis, but by showing her a good time and that I care for her, I should do all right.

I was to meet her outside her dorm at 6:30, so to be sure I got there at six. It was after seven before she finally came out. When I saw her my heart started pounding. This was a living dream. She was wearing some kind of short blue jean skirt and a tight white T-shirt. When she got in the car, I could see her nipples poking through the shirt and her skirt rode up almost to her panties.

She wanted to dine at Alfrado's, the most expensive restaurant in town, then see the movie called Betty's Romance. She had 2 cocktails before dinner after warning me she did not go out with drunk drivers, so I drank ice water. She ordered lobster, one of the most expensive items on the menu, and some kind of Italian wine that cost $30.00 a bottle. She let me drink some of the wine, and believe me, it was not worth thirty dollars.

The movie was totally boring. After it was over, she said none of her boy friends wanted to take her to see it. I could see why.

I drove her back on campus and parked in front of her dorm. I was a little nervous. Kathy smiling said, "You don't know what to do next, do you?"

"I was wondering if I could kiss you?"

"You are so sweet. Here, I am going to give you a treat." She pulled up her T-shirt exposing her beautiful breasts. Pulling my head to her breast, she said, " Suck my nipple. That's it, now flick your tongue back and forth across it. Good, now lick it. Now suck some more. OK, now do the other one." I was in heaven doing what she wanted. "Now bite my nipple gently and pull it with your teeth."

She slapped me hard on the side of my face. "I said gently, you asshole." I tried my best to do it the way she wanted. "That's better, now go back and do the first one the same way." She kept me at it for quite a while. "That's good Billie. You are a good sucker. Maybe I'll teach you how I like my pussy sucked. Now I want you to go home and jerk off thinking about me."

That was the best date I ever had. I was a virgin and I think Kathy sensed that. I thought now we would spend more time together. It worked out the exact opposite. She felt that having gone out with me once, she didn't have to do anything on the project. I asked her once if she would go out with me again and she said, "No, I have plenty of boyfriends."

It was now nearing the time to hand in the report. I had done it all myself. If I was going to get another date, it had to be now. I didn't want to beg, but it came out that way. "Please Kathy, I did the whole report myself. You said you might go out with me again. I'll take you anywhere you want to go. Please say yes."

"You beg so nicely. OK, I'll go on a date with you Thursday night, but don't wear that dorky suit."

Prior to my date, I went to a man's clothing store and bought an expensive pair of casual slacks, and a sports shirt. I was determined to make a better impression this time. It was dinner at Alfrado's again and then to a nightclub. She let me have one drink to her three or four. After the floorshow a small dance combo took over.

"Dance with me Billie," she said pulling me to the dance floor.

"But, I don't know how to dance."

"Its easy, just follow my lead."

I had to admit Kathy was a good dancer. She would sway her hips in perfect time to the music. I felt like I had two left feet as I tried to shuffle a little to the beat. The first dance was fast. I more or less stood still watching her. She would spin around and her skirt would fly up. She would stand in front of me and bump her hips like she was having intercourse with me, or turn around and rub her bum against me.

I was glad the second dance was slow. Kathy held me tight and I could feel her rub her breasts against my chest. It was fantastic because she was not wearing a bra. Then she slowly pushed her leg between mine and I could feel her hot body tight against me. It felt so good I stopped trying to dance and just enjoyed the feel of her body.

Then she pushed me away. "You are totally useless. Go sit down while I dance with him," she said in a loud voice pointing to a guy standing close by. Totally humiliated, I went back to the table. How could she do this to me in front of all these people? And, how did she know that guy would dance with her? He could have been with someone or something. Was she flirting with him while she danced with me?

At first I was to embarrassed to even look at them dance. I ordered another drink. To hell with her and her one drink limit, I was going to drink all I wanted. I could not help myself, I had to watch them. It made me jealous to see Kathy press her body against him, and then slide her leg between his and slowly lift her knee to rub his crotch. I knew how good that felt and how horny it made me feel. I could not watch any more, so I turned my back to the dance floor and sipped my drink.

When I realized it was getting late. I looked at the dance floor and Kathy was not there. There were only seven or eight couples left on the floor. Now I was really hurt. Had Kathy gone home with that guy and left me sitting there by myself? I didn't know what to do. Should I go home? What if she came back? Still, I felt awkward sitting in a nightclub by myself, when most of the people had gone home.

I finally decided I would finish my drink and go home, when I saw Kathy come through the front door. "Oh good you are still here, are you mad at me?"

I was both relieved and angry. "Where did you go? You went somewhere with that guy, didn't you? How could you leave me here alone, sitting by myself?" I was not crying, but I could feel the quiver in my voice.

"Come with me. I'll make it up to you," as she took my hand and pulled me out the door after giving me a quick kiss. "Let's go back to my dorm room. My roommate is away and guys do not have to be out until 2 AM. That gives us an hour."

I guess I was more hurt than angry. Besides, it sounded like we were going to make love. I drove back to campus, and Kathy took me up to her room.

"Have you sucked pussy before?"

"No," I replied.

"I didn't think so. I'm going to teach you. First, take off all your clothes including your underwear."

It was kind of embarrassing to get naked in front of Kathy while she lounged on her bed fully clothed.

"Oh, you have a nice big one. Now jerk yourself until I say stop," Kathy said with a smirk.

It was kind of degrading to be jerking myself for her amusement. What did this have to do with pussy sucking?

"OK, stop. Now that you are nice and horny, come over here and carefully pull down my panties. You are going to French kiss my pussy. If you please me, I might even let you put it in. Kiss my pussy and run just the tip of your tongue up and down my slit. Good, now wiggle your tongue as you do it. Aaah, not bad for a beginner. Stop right there. Feel that? That's my clit. Flick your tongue back and forth quickly. Now, suck it gently.

"I said gently, you twerp! Now thrust your tongue into my pussy as deep as you can. That's good but do it faster." A few moments later, "Can't you get your tongue in deeper. Don't forget to suck. Look, you have to do better than that. Push your tongue in deep 6 times quickly and then suck me twice; then repeat it. Count to yourself so you don't get mixed up. Even a moron should be able to do that."

I must have been doing it right because she was rubbing her pussy in my face, or jerking my head tight to her pussy by pulling my hair. Then I could hear her start to moan and felt moisture on my tongue. "Get your tongue in deep and keep it there. Don't move it." I could feel her pussy squeezing my tongue.

"I suppose that's not bad for the first time. A little more training and you should be able to do it better." I started to get up from between her legs. I had been on my knees at the side of her bed for close to a hour. She was lying at the edge of her bed, legs spread, and fully clothed except for her panties.

"Wait, you are not finished yet. Gently blow on my pussy" After a couple minutes, Kathy with a sigh said, That feels good, now kiss my pussy and get up. OK it's your turn. I want to see you jerk off for me."

It was a bit humiliating, but my cock was aching from all that sexual frustration. So, while Kathy sat on the edge of her bed with a smile on her face, I started jerking myself off. " Hurry up, it's almost curfew."

The Engagement

I gave Kathy a three-carat solitaire diamond engagement ring. She liked the ring and would often show it off to her friends.

I was happy just to be seen with her. I know people wondered how a guy like me could latch on to a girl like her. We were both the same height, small for a guy, but just right for a girl. I liked to just look at her, and wonder how come I got so lucky.

On one of our dates, (the usual was dinner at Alfrado's and a movie), Kathy told me she had to move out of her dorm room. She was no longer a freshman and all the rooms were reserved for them. She and her roommate, Amanda, had looked around and could find nothing suitable. They had one more week left. The only offer they had was to rent a bedroom in a 3-bedroom house occupied by 4 guys.

"We get to share the kitchen, living room, and bathroom. I am worried that living with 4 horny guys, we are going to get fucked every night."

"There must be some other way," I replied.

"I know of another way. We found this perfect little 2-bedroom townhouse on the edge of town. You could rent it for us. I would still collect from Amanda and pay you something back."

"I don't like that idea either."

"Fine, we will move in with the guys since you don't mind them fucking me."

"Ok, Ok, I'll rent the place for you. How much does it cost?"

"It's only eight hundred a month and it includes all utilities."

"Eight hundred! That's more than I pay for my apartment."

"But, this place is perfect, and when we come home from a date, if I invite you in, you would not have to leave at 2AM the way you do now. I might even let you spend the night with me sometime. Would you like that?"

"Alright, you win. Give me the address."

"Thank you sweetie. Do it first thing in the morning before it's gone."

Other than paying her rent, things were about the same as before we got engaged. She would not set a date for the wedding, and I still only got one date a week with her. Even then what I usually got was a goodnight kiss in the car.

When she finally invited me in, I was quite excited. I thought I was going to get some sex. Coming through the door, I was quite surprised to see Amanda on the sofa with her boyfriend Chuck.

"I am so horny." Kathy coos, "So I am looking forward to a nice tongue fuck from you Billie."

"Let's go to your room then."

"No. I want them to see how well I have trained you. Now, get over here, get down on your knees and pull down my panties. I want them to see what a good boy you are." I had not sucked her off in a while, and while I liked pleasuring her, I did not want to do it in front of others. After a stern look from her I did as she told me.

As I darted my tongue in her pussy, I could hear Amanda say, "Why don't you do that to me sometime, Chuck? How come I always have to be the one to suck you off?"

Chuck responded in a sneering voice, "Only a wimp would do that."

After Kathy's orgasm, made more intense by an audience, she pushed me away saying, "Now jerk yourself off."

"But Kathy, I don't want to do that in front of them."

"Just do it. Why do you have to argue with me about everything?"

Of course, I did it for her. Looking at her bare pussy, I realized that Chuck could also see her, as she sat on the edge of the chair with her legs sprawled wide open. I would have liked her to show a little more modesty.

As I came, catching my come in my other hand, I could hear Amanda say, "Looks like she has him pussy whipped and they are not even married yet."

"He has to learn that my pleasure comes first and that if he gets off or not is not important."

A couple weeks later, Kathy invited me into her townhouse again. Amanda was there and I noticed she had been crying. "Why are you crying?"

"Kathy is going to kick me out unless I come up with the rent money I owe. She wants to make me a whore. She told me I could make rent money by standing on a corner in town and selling my body to who ever wants it. If I don't come up with it she is going to throw me out and let her old boyfriend Doug move in. He has promised her he will pay on time."

"Kathy, surely that can't be true. After all, I'm the one that pays the landlord."

"I have expenses," Kathy said exasperated. "I count on that money for clothes, entertainment, and other essential expenses. Doug will not only pay on time, he is also going to pay for the rent she owes me. I'm sorry, but I don't have any other choice."

Now Amanda spoke up. "Do you want her ex boyfriend living with her. They used to fuck all the time. If he moves in, it's just a matter of time before they start up again. I want to stay here, but I don't want to be a whore. Couldn't you pay Kathy my rent? I know you have money, and I would be soo grateful to you, if you know what I mean. And, it would keep Doug away."

"Well, I, I don't know. It seems kind of unusual."

Kathy, now in a softer voice, "I don't care where my money comes from, as long as I get it and on time. If you want to pay for her it's OK with me"

"How much do you pay her?"

"I pay her 100 dollars a week. If you pay her for me, I'll show you my appreciation."

"Just because your boyfriend Chuck and I got carried away once, is no reason to make a play for my fiancé. I give him all the sex he needs." 

I totally disagreed with her last statement. Not only have I not made love to her, she makes me beg just to suck her off. She told me she wants to marry a virgin. However, I did not want Doug moving in. I knew what he was like. He had short blond hair and a stocky build. He figured he was a real jock. I hate that type. So it was agreed, that I would pay Kathy 100 dollars each week.

That summer, on a beautiful Saturday morning, I thought I would surprise Kathy by taking her to the fair in Stockton, about twelve miles away. I know she likes the rides and stuff. When I called on her, Amanda opened the door.

"Is Kathy in?" I asked.

Looking a little surprised she responded, "Sure, I'll get her. Come in."

Going to Kathy's bedroom door, she knocked loudly saying, "Kathy get up. Billie is here."

A few minutes later, Kathy still in her short nightie comes out. "Billie, what are you doing here?"

"It's such a gorgeous day, I thought it would be a good day to go to the Stockton fair."

Just then, Doug, wearing only his shorts, came out of Kathy's room.

"Now before you get bent all out of shape," Kathy said promptly, "Doug drove me home from school yesterday. We talked and had a few drinks, and before I realized it, it was past 2AM when they lock the doors at the dormitories. So I had no choice but to let him stay overnight."


Her Way



You watch as she hovers her cunt over your face, her fingers spreading her pussy lips. You have such a strong urge to push your fingers inside her hole, but she told you not too and you promised to obey.. Refraining from stroking your cock is difficult enough, but these are her rules and you gave your word...

You can almost taste her cuntcream as she lowers her cunt closer to your mouth. Fuck, you wonder why you agreed to this, to do only what she desires when all you want to do is ram your hard cock inside her. She told you to anticipate not knowing, enjoy the experience. If only she knew what you craved. Would she surrender herself to you?

At last, her sultry voice heightens your senses, she tells you to lick your lips, if only she would squat down a little lower, you would be able to reach her juicy cunt with the tip of your tongue. As you are wetting your lips her middle finger traces around her clit, coating it with her cream. She lifts her finger and smears your lips, will her teasing never end? Finally she pushes her finger into your mouth and at last, you can taste her. When you have sucked her finger clean, she takes it out of your mouth and pushes down onto your face, telling you she wants you to fuck her with your tongue. You can feel her hot sticky cream covering your tongue as you probe between the kips of her pussy. You feel you are back in control and you tease her clit with your teeth, gently pulling it, stretching it out.. But she starts to move her body back and forth, she knows what she wants from you and she is going to get it, whatever it takes. She rocks her body back and forth in slow motion, your tongue glides over her clit then between the lips of her soaking fanny. You know in your mind she will ride you until she cums, will she allow you to satisfy your own sexual urges once she gets what she wants?

She leans her body forward and you feel her breasts touching your torso, if she would just move her body a little more you are sure you could push your throbbing dick between her tits.. Her breath is hot as it lingers over your cock, you ache to feel her lips wrapped around it..

Finally, you feel her tongue, wet and hot, on the tip of your cock. She takes her time and explores every ridge, she circles the rim of your dick before opening her mouth and closing her lips around the head.. She moves her cunt faster now, pushing down a little more, forcing your tongue as deep as it can go, inside her. Would she object if you pushed your cock further into her mouth? It is her game afterall, but fuck, it would feel so good. 

Pushing your hips up you wait for her reaction.. She opens her mouth and you think its all over, but then you feel her lips close half way down your shaft and she begins to suck it hard. This is all the encouragement you need, will she let you take over now?

You move your hands to her ass cheeks and pull them apart. She is still riding your face, even your chin is soaking wet. You ease your finger between her cuntlips, getting it wet from top to bottom. Then you slide it back up to her asshole and circle her entrance round and round, you do this over and over again until you know she is relaxed enough to allow your finger to fuck her tight hole.

As you push your finger inside her, she sucks even harder on your cock, her moans are muffled but you can tell she is close. You feel her fingers reach to your balls, she caresses them slowly, pushing them up as she moves her lips down your shaft, pulling them down gently as her mouth reaches the head of your cock once again. She builds up a rhythm and you can feel your balls tighten. She moves her cunt even faster and you can feel her juices really starting to flow over your tongue. You both feel your orgasm building and you thrust your cock up, forcing her to take you deeper into her mouth. As your thick white cum sprays down her throat she stops her movements so that your tongue is directly on her clit.. You flick it fast until her body begins to shake, pleasure coursing through every part of you both...

She moves her body and rests beside you, kissing you breathlessly and licking her cum from your lips.. She tickles the insides of your thighs with her fingers and whispers in your ear, telling you when you get hard again, her body is yours to control...



Her Way



"I suppose that makes sense. Come on, get dressed and we'll go to the fair."

"You should have called first. I don't like surprises, and I could have saved you a trip, because I have already agreed to go with Doug. You told me you don't like fairs."

"But, but, we are engaged to be married. Why are you going with Doug?"

"Its not like we are going on a date. He is just taking me to the fair." Then with a playful push on Doug's back, she says, "Come on stud, let's get dressed and go."

While they were in Kathy's bedroom getting dressed, I asked Amanda, "Is Doug around here often?"

"Look, I like you Billie, but if I were you, I would keep Kathy more under control. For a woman about to be married, she spends a lot of time with Doug."

"Are you saying she is cheating on me?"

"I am Kathy's friend too, so I don't want to be a tattletale. Let me give you some advice. Buy Kathy a car. She hates taking the bus, and I must admit bus service out here is lousy, so when Doug offers to drive her, she always accepts. She has already picked out the car she is going to make you buy for her when she marries you. So, why don't you buy it for her now, and she will not need Doug to drive her."

That sounded like a good idea. Anything that got Doug out of her life and mine had to be a good thing. Telling her it was an early wedding present, I bought the car she wanted. It was a convertible, totally impractical, but it was the car she wanted.

 MARRIED LIFE

Kathy made my day when she suddenly said lets get married. I was always so worried that something would come up that would cause her to change her mind.

We had a quick wedding, a reception that lasted half the night, then an early morning flight to Barbados for our honeymoon. I don't mind admitting I was excited. I was finally going to make love to Kathy.

Barbados was beautiful. We checked into the honeymoon suite of our hotel, and Kathy started working on her suntan. We had red snapper for dinner, watched a native floor show and returned to our room about 10pm. My nerves were tingling with excitement. Earlier I had champagne sent to the room. I heard that champagne put girls in the mood. After 2 glasses, I could wait no longer.

"Kathy, let's go to bed and make love."

"I'm tired. Let's do it some other time."

" I have waited so long for this. You said you would as soon as we got married. So, please, please Kathy have intercourse with me."

"OK, if you insist," she said as she quickly stripped off all her clothes except her bra, and lay on her back. She spread her legs wide saying, "If I fall asleep before you are finished, make sure you turn off the lights before going to sleep."

"But Kathy, I want to kiss you; I want to kiss your breasts. Please take off your bra so I can touch you."

"My tits are a bit sunburned. If you want to fuck, then fuck, don't whine about it."

This was not the way I had pictured it; but she was now my wife, and it was our honeymoon, so I was going to make love to her. I got on top of her and got my penis into her. I thought once I started having intercourse with her she would respond. She did not. At one point she even yawned saying, "Hurry up, will you." I did get to ejaculate but it was nowhere near as good as I thought it would be.

The next morning I thought she might be in a better mood. She let me kiss and suck her pussy, but that was all. Later when I tried to kiss her, she pushed me away saying it was breakfast time.

She wanted to play tennis. I don't play, but the resort had club pro's that would play if you don't have a partner. The tennis pro had me picking up the balls Kathy missed and handing them to her. When the match was over she kissed him to thank him for a good game. That annoyed me because that morning, she would not kiss me.

Later that day, I took her into town so she could do some shopping. One of the things she bought, which I considered obscene, was a bikini. Ties held on the bottom. It would be easy to pull one of the strings and the bikini bottom would fall off. She also bought a romance novel and we headed to the beach to relax in the sun.

When we arrived, she shocked me by removing her top. There were a few women topless, but most were not. When we were going together, it used to make me feel good to see guys drooling over her and wondering how I got so lucky. I used to say to myself, "Eat your heart out boys, she's all mine." Now that I was married, it bugged me to see guys stand around looking at her body, while she lies on her back reading her book.

That evening for dinner we had lobster, one of Kathy's favorites, and I ordered oysters for her because I read somewhere it was supposed to make women feel sexy. I served her drinks while she lay on the bed reading.

I was a little bit apprehensive after what happened last night, but around eleven o'clock I got up my nerve and said, "Lets put out the light and make love."

"You go ahead sweetie. I want to finish my book. When you do it, lean to one side so that I can read." It was a repeat of last night. She spread her legs, kept her bra on, and let me have intercourse with her. She would show no emotion, nor would she respond to my thrusts with any kind of movement. It made me feel like I was making love to a corpse. 

For a second morning in a row she would let me suck her, but no kissing. That day we went on the Captain Morgan pirate ship party cruise. I was sure a day of drinking and food would put her in the mood. One of the ships crewmembers danced a little with Kathy then asked her if she would like a tour of the ship. Kathy accepted and they were gone. Later I realized they had been gone close to an hour so I went looking for them. I found them coming out of a cabin, Kathy laughing at something he had said.

"Oh there you are Billie. We were looking for you."

That evening as she lay on the bed watching TV, I tried again. "Kathy, I want to make love to you, not just have sex."

"Do it then; I want to watch this program." I went to kiss her thinking I could warm her up that way. "Get your head out of the way. How do you expect me to see the TV?"

So that was how the rest of the honeymoon went. I got sex of sorts every night and she got sex each morning when I sucked her off.

Not long after returning to our new home, Kathy surprised me by saying she was pregnant. "You can't know if you are pregnant or not. We have only been married for a month."

" I am. I'm entering my fourth month."

"But that means you were pregnant before we were married. Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't want to spoil your honeymoon. Why, would you not have married me if you had known?"

"Of course I would have married you."

"Then, that is why I am telling you now. Another reason is the doctor told me, that once I reach my fourth month, I should stop having intercourse. It could harm my baby. Oral sex is Ok, so we need to go back to what we used to do, that is suck me off, then jerk yourself off."

"So, who is the father? Don't tell me, I think I know. Its Doug isn't it?"

"You are very perceptive dear. He is the real father but you have an important roll also as the pretend daddy."

As the months went bye, I kept busy at work. Kathy was getting sex the way she liked it and fussed around getting the baby's room ready and buying a crib, stroller, and stuff like that.

When the baby was born, the first thing I noticed was his light blond hair. Kathy has dark brown hair and my hair is black. Of course, Doug's hair is blond.

A few months later Kathy said, "Doug wants to come and see his son. As my son's real father he has legal rights. He is concerned that if he comes, you are going to get all huffy. To show him there are no hard feelings, I want you to call him and invite him to dinner."

"But, I don't want him here. He has already caused too much trouble."

"He is Douglas's father, (why did she have to pick that name,) so he has every right. If you won't let him come here, then I'll take his son to him. Is that what you want?"

"Of course not. OK, tell him he can come."

"No," Kathy said with a slight smile on her face, "I want you to telephone and invite him."

Since she had the baby, she had me doing most of the cooking and cleaning, saying she was to busy or to tired. I guess my full time job did not count. The night Doug was coming over she had me busy making dinner, while she had a bath and put on makeup.

When the doorbell rang, Kathy was sitting on the sofa, while I was in the kitchen. "Get the door dear," Kathy shouted. I had to let him in, then return to the kitchen, while they sat on the sofa drinking white wine.

"Hurry up with dinner sweetie, we're hungry." I know she doesn't mean it but her tone embarrasses me. They spent most of the meal talking to each other. I was starting to feel left out. When dinner was over, they had more drinks in the den, while I cleaned up the kitchen and did the dishes.

When I came to join them, Kathy shocked me again. "I heard that it is very comforting to a mother, to have her child nurse on one breast while the child's father nurses on the other. I want to try it. If this is to intense for you to watch, we'll go upstairs."

"But, I don't think..."

"Come with me Doug," Kathy said as she grabbed his hand and led him upstairs to our bedroom and closed the door.

I was angry, jealous, and humiliated. I tried to watch television, but I could not concentrate. Finally I could not stand it any more. I had to go up and find out what was happening. I made my way quietly down the hall. When I got to our bedroom, the door was closed but by listening carefully I could hear most of what was being said.

First it was his voice. "Kathy, I have sucked both of your tits and it's given me an aching hard on. It's only fair, I sucked you, now it's your turn to suck me."

Then I could hear my wife. "I am a married women now. I shouldn't be doing that anymore."

"I'm not asking for a fuck, just a blow job. Come on, just open your mouth so I can stick it in."

"I don't do that for Billie so why should I aaah..."

I could hear what sounded like kissing, and then Doug's voice again. "Oh, that felt soo good!"

"You devil, I didn't say you could do that."

So our marriage was off to a rocky start. One year later I was still having very unsatisfactory sex, but the good news was Doug was dropping around less and less.

One weekend Kathy got a call from her ex roommate Amanda. She said she and Doug were going to get married and she wanted Kathy to be maid of honor. Kathy slammed down the phone in a rage. "That two bit slut wants to marry Doug, the father of my child. If she thinks she can steal him from me, I have news for her. I'll teach that whore to mess with me. Now I know why I haven't seen much of Doug lately."

I was surprised at how angry Kathy was. They used to be best friends. Then she told me her plan to get even. "I am going to get her over here, drug her, and let you fuck her while I take pictures. Maybe when Doug sees what a slut she is he won't be so anxious to marry her."

"Isn't that a little extreme? I don't know her well, but any time I met her she seemed quite nice."

"You know nothing. I lived with her, I know her well and she is nothing but a fucking bitch.

"You must know I am mad at you. That's why I am not giving you the kind of sex you want."

"I knew you seemed angry, but I did not know why. What did I do wrong?"

"If you don't know, I'm certainly not going to tell you, but you do this for me and I'll give you the loving sex you long for."

I agreed after she said she would give me a pill that would make me mellow but horny and that I could fuck her afterwards as a special treat without a condom.

The following night she invited Amanda over. Kathy made the drinks and I could see her put a pill in Amanda's drink and a different one in mine. It did not take long before Amanda was sprawled half-unconscious on the sofa. Kathy pushed up Amanda's skirt and ripped off her panties. Next she unzipped me and pulled out my penis. It felt so good to have her hand on me. It must have been a strong pill because I liked Amanda yet I had a raging hard on, and Kathy's soft stroking made me want to do it. Amanda did not move much but her hot wet tight pussy soon had me coming. As I pulled out I felt remorse over what I had done. Kathy gave me another pill to relax me. Whatever it was had me in a semi conscious state. I could not tell reality from my dreams.

In one dream, Kathy had a thin rope around Amanda's neck choking her; in another I was floating through the air on a magic carpet. The next thing I remembered was being shook awake by a policeman. "I am arresting you for the rape murder of Amanda Hamilton. You have the right..."

I thought this was a dream also until I felt handcuffs being put on my wrists.

The following day Kathy visited me in jail. "I got you a good lawyer. He is a young guy, kind of cute, and the law firm he works for is giving us a discount because he has never been involved in a murder case before."

That should be no problem; I may have had intercourse with her but I did not kill her.

The time leading up to my trial went slowly broken up by Kathy's twice-monthly visits. On one of her visits she told me that Doug had moved in with her. I was mad and jealous but Kathy said I was just being silly.

Another time she brought me some pornographic pictures of her and Doug. She said a friend of Doug's took them. "I know you get no sex so I thought you could jerk off looking at the pictures of Doug and I. Doug thought you could sell them to other prisoners after you are through with them. He said if you like, he could have many more hard core pictures taken and you would have lots of pictures to jerk off to and sell. He thought you might want to split the profits with him. What do you think?"

"How could you even suggest such a thing. What makes you think I would want to see pictures of my wife being fucked by some other guy?"

"I'm just trying to be helpful honey. By the way, one picture is missing. The young guard that frisks me each time I come wanted the one where I am kissing Doug's ass, so I gave it to him. He is good looking and he wants to go out with me. I told him I would like to but because I am married I would have to ask you. So, can I go with him?"

"No you can't. You show him dirty pictures of you, then he asked you to go on a date. He expects to have sex with you. I am doing without sex, so should you."

"But honey, that's why I brought you these pictures."

The trial finally began. The first witness called by my lawyer was my wife. The judge reminded Kathy that as my wife she was under no obligation to testify. Kathy insisted saying she felt her testimony would help my case.

My lawyer, " Mrs. Davidson tell us in your own words the sequence of events on the night of the murder."

"I was out with Doug, that's Amanda's fiancé, having a couple drinks and discussing wedding plans. I had previously agreed to meet Amanda at my apartment about eight o'clock, so at about 7:45 I left Doug and went home. When I unlocked the door I was shocked to see Amanda sprawled nude on the sofa and Bill, my husband, partially undressed sitting on the floor slumped against a chair. At first I thought they were both dead. I went to the telephone and dialed 911 and waited for the police. Bill had a crush on Amanda, that's why I don't think he killed her."

My memory was very hazy about that night, but I thought Kathy had been with me all night. Did she go out later? Between my dreams and hallucinations I was not sure what happened.

Then it was the District Attorneys turn to question Kathy. "You said Bill Davidson, your husband had a crush on Amanda Hamilton. Is that correct?"

"Yes sir."

I liked Amanda but I would not say I had a crush on her.

"Did he know Amanda was going to marry Doug?"

"Yes he did."

"Is it possible that Bill wanted to prevent this marriage?"

I had seen enough trials on TV to know this is where the defense lawyer is supposed to object saying this calls for a conclusion. I glanced at my lawyer and he seemed as interested in finding out as the DA

"I had never thought of that, but it is possible. I know he didn't like Doug."

Kathy told me her testimony would help me but I was finding it difficult to see how. Besides it was Kathy that did not want the marriage to take place. I remembered the dream where Kathy was strangling Amanda with a cord.

Then the DA summed up his case. DNA proved it was my semen in Amanda's vagina. A fingerprint expert said a partial print on the nylon rope used to strangle Amanda strongly indicated it was mine although positive proof was impossible. He said I was alone with her at the time of the murder. No one else could have done it because Kathy had to unlock the door when she came in.

The jury took a little more than an hour to reach their verdict; GUILTY.

My lawyer turned to me and said, "That's a bummer."

Glancing over my shoulder, as I was lead away, I could see Kathy and Doug holding hands. If only I could remember more clearly what happened.



Her Wedding Gift



I hadn't seen Linda since she and my daughter, Shellie had graduated from high school over four years ago. They had been best friends but had gone to different colleges. They had kept track of each other through email and the phone. I kept track of Linda by accident through chance meetings with her mother. Linda's mother and I would talk and update each other as to our daughter's comings and goings over those four years. In my mind, I still pictured Linda as I last saw her at the High School graduation.

My wife passed away when Shellie was a freshman in college and having Linda's mother stop and talk about how things were going reminded me I wasn't alone. Shellie was closer to her mother than I was prior to her death, but since her mother's death Shellie and I have forged new bonds. I've taken on the role of mother in addition to father.

My daughter, Shellie and her friend Linda were attending one of their high school friend's weddings. I saw her briefly, when she came to pick Shellie up. Shellie had planned to ask Linda to be her Matron of honor in her wedding the following year.

Shellie had been dating her fiancé since her second year of college and he finally asked her to wed the summer after they graduated. The wedding was almost a year away and we had begun the planning ordeal already.

I hadn't realized how grown up and lovely the Linda had become until I saw her walking up our steps. 

Linda had matured so well I was stunned when I first saw her. Not the little pudgy girl I remembered playing softball in shorts and a baggy jersey, but a mature young woman who had been taking care of herself and watching her figure.

My heart raced as I watched her slowly walk up the steps to our house. Her long bare legs were tan and toned, the long red hair was pulled back and done up fashionably on her head.

Her face wasn't of a cute young girl; the freckles had actually become very sexy on her cheeks and helped to highlight her features. She wore very little make-up and just had a bit of eyeliner to emphasize her emerald green eyes. 

She was dressed so nicely, light grey skirt just above the knees, heels, which helped show off those leg muscles, and a lovely beige silk blouse, that barely hinted at a lace pushup bra underneath it.

I don't know why I stared at her for so long and I hoped she hadn't noticed me peeking through the kitchen window. She rang the doorbell and I called to Shellie that Linda was here for her. Shellie was still upstairs and I went to the door to let Linda in.

When I opened the door, I was instantly over come with her mature look. She was definitely a woman now, I'd have to stand back and look at Shellie in a different light, not as my daughter but as a woman about to be a wife. 

"Hi Linda", I smiled as she stood there waiting. "Come on in, Shellie is up stairs finishing her make-up". She walked in smiling. "Hello Mr. Winters, how have you been?"

"Very good, Linda, how are you?" I opened my arms and she came over and hugged me. I felt her smooth skin against my face and her full firm breasts against my chest. I don't know if she felt the sudden rush of excitement as I did but she did hold me just a bit longer than I did her.

"So, when are you joining this married woman's group?" I teased her. She blushed and said, "Oh, not for some time I think Mr. Winters I need a boy friend first and I'm not looking that hard for one."

"Well, it's when you aren't looking that something or someone happens to show up." I advised her. "You're depriving some young man somewhere." She smiled and turned a bit red blushing with my compliment.

As we were talking Shellie walked down the stairs, her long blonde hair was pinned up and under a very stylish hat. She wore a navy blue skirt and light blue silk blouse and black sling back heels. I had to take a second look to be sure this was my baby-girl. She looked so mature dressed like that and soon she would no longer be my baby but a married woman herself.

I told the girls to have fun but don't drink and drive, naturally they gave me a "who me?" looks and promised not to. I trusted them so I didn't worry too much. Shellie has never been a wild child and I didn't see that happening at this point in her life. She had so much to look forward to with her pending wedding and new career.

During the next three months, I saw Linda and Shellie together quite a bit; she found a job close to town visited with Shellie when she had time. Linda always greeted me with a hug, prior to my wife's death it had always been a smile. Shellie had moved back home to save money and since her job was near it worked out perfectly. I really enjoyed having a female around the house again. The two of them together giggling and the sounds of their voices bring back fond memories when this house was more like a home.

* * * * *

Since Shellie got engaged I'm as busy as ever, I've shopped with Shellie and Linda picking out flower, cards, and all the fun but expensive requirements for the wedding. Locating a hall and a chapel has been nerve racking. Finally, we went looking for a dress, I didn't want to go do this part but since Shellie's mom wasn't here, I put away my testosterone and drove them around. 

She had thought about wearing her mother's wedding dress to honor her mother. We've had it in the hall closet for the past twenty-five years. Who could blame her, it was outdated and looking at it made her cry, wishing her mom were here with us.

We were driving to eat lunch after having been to several shops looking and comparing dresses, which I tried to be enthusiastic about. The girls had made a list and they were discussing likes and dislikes about each one when Linda asked, "What are you wearing under the dress and on your wedding night?"

I looked at Shellie and was quite embarrassed, they had forgotten that part, not that I wanted to think of what they were doing on their wedding night but I had to face reality. She needed something nice and of course, I'd be paying for it.

Linda suggested we stop at a boutique she knew of which just happened to be near where we were going for lunch. We pulled into a nice little Italian restaurant and ate, the girls ordered salads. With the wedding quickly approaching, they were all watching their figures.

I wasn't worried about fitting into a tuxedo; the rental shops have all sizes. Not that I'm heavy by any stretch of the imagination, six feet tall and one hundred eighty five pounds, I used to be thinner but I started working out to help relieve some of the stress caused by my wife's illness. It made me feel good and it was healthier so I've continued it.

After lunch we headed over to the boutique, Linda was helping Shellie pick out lingerie as I waited and just looked around. I think the girls just enjoyed thinking about how they would look in the different camisoles, teddy's and baby doll outfits they were looking at.

They were so funny holding up one and then whispering in each other's ear and giggling. I tried not to stare at all the negligees but it was difficult to do when surrounded by pretty women wearing pretty things. I know I looked very out of place and I felt it too, the sacrifices we make for our children. Finally, they had some nice things for Shellie try on and she went to the dressing area.

Shellie changed into a very lovely but a bit racy outfit by a fancy designer. My eyes couldn't believe my little girl filled out that lingerie so well. Shellie kept trying on different designers items; she would parade around and acted as if she were teasing Linda and me as she tried to make a decision.

I felt a bit uneasy as if I were in a strip club watching the show and had to keep reminding myself Shellie was my child. After about thirty minutes of modeling, Shellie goaded Linda into trying on some outfits. She was reluctant at first but with a little encouragement from the sales clerk and us, she did. 

When Linda first came out of the dressing, area wearing a light green lace trim silk camisole with a low-rise silk bikini my heart began racing. It fit her body so well, showing off just enough skin to tease but not enough to look trashy. The color went perfectly with her long red hair and soft white skin.

I had to cross my legs and put my arms in my lap to hide what I was thinking. If I had drank a bit more wine at the restaurant I may have said or done something to embarrass myself. Instead, I just sat back and watched as my two Victoria's Secret models paraded around in next to nothing.

They finally decided on a pair of outfits each, which I didn't mind paying for. Linda had been such a help planning the wedding I couldn't say no, besides she looked very cute in them. As I was paying for them, I had the girls on either side of me giggling. They were plotting something I was sure of it.

We took their purchases and left the store, and headed home. I had a date that evening with a woman I had been friendly with but nothing had really happened between us. I had just started thinking about dating again when Shellie's wedding and her moving back in happened. Between that and my job, I hadn't thought about a new relationship. It had been almost four years now and Shellie was beginning to worry about me being alone in the house when she moved in with her new husband.

There was an idea that was hard to get used to, Shellie as a married woman. I liked Robert; he played baseball for their college and got a degree in finance. Robert had a good job that paid well. He was also helping coach a little league team in his spare time. He respected Shellie and loved her more than anything in the world.

It's just the thought that our little girl would be married and having children that left me feeling old. I didn't feel old at fifty; I looked forty. You could blame that on the regular trips to the gym or genetics or both but I felt like I was thirty-five. I think the touch of grey in my full head of brown hair had something to do with my feeling uneasy about letting go. I wasn't ready to be a granddad.

We got home and the girls put their new wardrobe away and made dinner. I watched from the living room as they teased and played grab ass while making it. My date was a dinner one so they only made enough for themselves. They opened a bottle of wine and joined me on the couch watching baseball.

It was tough listening to the game with all their comments about the players. I'd do him or he has a nice ass was all they could say as they drank their wine waiting for dinner. I felt a bit embarrassed hearing them talk like that. But then again they are young and well Linda is still single.

Finally, I had to get ready for my date. I showered and got dressed and just before I walked out the door they attacked me, well maybe attack isn't the right word. They went over my attire and picked it apart as if I was going to a beauty pageant. They finally let me go after a bit and they both wished me luck by planting kisses on my cheeks. Shellie wished me luck but Linda just smiled as they both waved good-bye.

* * * * *

About a month before the wedding, Shellie had invited Linda over to stay weekends so they could tie up loose ends of the wedding plans. I had nothing planned and was staying home one weekend in particular and catching up on my reading. The girls were giggling and gossiping in the living room and after a few hours of working, they decided to go out for a drink. 

I gave them my drinking and driving lecture and they promised to be good. I went to bed about midnight and they were still out. At about 2 am I heard them come home, not too intoxicated but feeling very happy. I rolled over to try to get back to sleep when I suddenly awoken by two shakes of my bed.

I looked up and there they were smiling like Cheshire cats one on either side on me. Shellie turned on the light next to my bed and temporarily blinded me. They were so excited shaking me, trying to wake me when I was already awake.

I don't remember them changing into their "clubbing clothes" but they were dressed to kill. I sat up and rubbed the sleep from my eyes, looking at both of them but focusing on Linda, she was wearing a top that showed off just a bit of her cleavage enough to make you want to see more, her pants were black leather and very tight. Shellie was in red leather and didn't show quite so much of her breasts, thank goodness.

They both were so excited telling me "We found her, we found her!" I asked, "Who did you find? "A date for you dad," Shellie exclaimed, "We met her tonight at one of the clubs, she's perfect for you." 

I asked them to tell me the story, trying not to stare at Linda. They took turns telling me how they went to this club and that club but there were mostly people their age in all of them. They finally went to one club and started talking to a woman there who they thought was around my age. They told her about me and she told them about herself and ended getting her name and number, wanting me to call her.

I laughed at their enthusiasm and agreed to call the woman they had "discovered" for me. They finally calmed down after a bit. I hugged and kissed them good night and off they went to bed. I felt like a dad again kissing his little girls goodnight. Linda didn't seem as happy as Shellie, which makes sense since she's not my child.

The next morning we talked about the "mystery woman" over breakfast and I promised to call. I did end up calling Barbara, but things never did click between us. Shellie was disappointed but she got over it. As the wedding approached, I had no date, which didn't matter since I was "The father of the bride". 

The week before the wedding Linda took Shellie and the rest of the female wedding party out on the town. Just having fun at different clubs and not getting into too much trouble. Robert had a subdued bachelor party as well since I attended and it really wasn't his style to party. I left early so that if something was going to happen I could deny being there. 

Most of the girls stayed at our house to be safe on the road. I felt like it was sleepover time with all the giggling and stories they were telling. Linda would walk by my study where I was reading from time to time and peek in on me. I noticed her out of the corner of my eye and could tell by the sweet aroma of her perfume. Nevertheless, I kept on reading wondering why she was so curious.

* * * * *

The wedding day finally arrived it was such a relief to finally have all the work done and Shellie get her big day. Linda and the rest of the female wedding ensemble used our house to change before going to the chapel.

I rented a limo and had the wedding party sans bride transported so we wouldn't have any problems. Shellie and I drove in my car since she would use the limo to head off on her honeymoon right after the reception. In addition, if Robert had seen her in her gown she would have freaked out since its supposedly bad luck. Linda had volunteered to help me take the gifts back to my house; she was staying there anyway and needed a ride.

We had moved most of Shellie's belongings to their new apartment so they could just go straight home from the airport. Everything was going just as planned, which is surprising for a wedding.

The reception went just as smoothly and nicely, dancing and congratulating the happy couple. The band was decent and the food was very tasty. I danced a bit in the spotlight during the father/daughter dance. I saw people I hadn't seen in years and some I hope I never do again.

A few of the bridesmaids asked me to dance also, I think they felt sorry for me losing my only daughter and not having a date. The reception ended around ten and we all went out and said our good-byes to the newlyweds. Tossing birdseed and making a great deal of noise. I was so glad to have it finally over. 

Linda and a few of the remaining guests help load the happy couple's presents into my car and a few others and we took them back to my house. It was getting late and I told Linda good night and thanked her for being such a big help, and that Shellie really appreciated her being there for her. She blushed with all the compliments and hugged me goodnight. 

It wasn't too long after I went to bed that I had a light shining in my eyes, which woke me. I sat up in bed and couldn't believe what I saw. 

There in my doorway was Linda; her body silhouetted by the hall light. She was dressed in one of the negligees the girls had purchased at the little boutique. I thought for a moment I was dreaming, her hair was down and the outline of her breasts looked so delicious in the light.

"Linda, is everything alright?" I asked sleepily. She replied "Well not exactly, Mr. Winters. I just wanted to say thank you for putting up with me these past few weeks."

Still sleepy I said, "It was my pleasure Linda, really." As I slumped back to the mattress, she walked into the room and sat on the side of the bed, her perfume smelled so wonderful and I could see her breasts barely peeking out of the negligee. I wanted to reach out and touch her but knew better. Instead, I rolled away from her not wanting to be the "dirty old man".

"But Mr. Winters I have a gift for you" she replied softly. Not having seen anything but her lovely body I asked, "Oh, can't it wait till the morning?" She giggled and said no, it needs opening right now.

I rolled back over and looked again; she stood up and slowly let her negligee fall to the floor. I think my mouth dropped to the floor, all she had on were some very tiny panties that barely cover her pubic area. She moved back to the bed and crawled under the sheets next to me. "Linda what do you think you're doing?" was my first reaction. I found Lind very attractive but she was my daughter's age. 

She snuggled next to me, placed her soft hand between my legs, and gently caressed my penis. I think I was aroused already but she was very pleased that I found her attractive.

"Oh my" she said with an impish sarcasm you are a big boy and you're happy to see me, aren't you." I couldn't deny she was gorgeous, and I did want her. She leaned over to me and kissed my cheek. I couldn't resist and turned my head and kissed her sweet soft lips and turned my body to face her. She continued stroking me as I began kissing her face.

She softly said, "If you haven't guessed by now, I'm your gift." My hands grabbed her by the waist and pulled her on top of me. "Oh my, someone's excited." She gushed.

My hands worked up her hips and to her firm breasts, I cupped them and began massaging them with my palms. Her nipples were already rock solid as I slowly cupped each one and massaged her nipples with my thumb.

She leaned her head back and moaned as I continued to discover the joys of twenty something female anatomy. She leaned down to place her breasts in my face; I placed my lips over a firm nipple and began to devour it. Switching back and forth between her beautiful firm breasts, I suckled them until I could feel her dampness on my stomach. My hands massaged her back as she lay on top of me.

She moved herself over my mid-section becoming more aroused as she rubbed her wetness over me. I continued exploring her sweet breasts, softly biting and tugging her nipples, letting them snap back and then sucking it back into my mouth.

She felt so good on top of me, my hands caressing her sides feeling every curve of her sleek body. We stayed like this exploring and suckling for quite some time. I went slow, savoring her sweetness and the feel of her on me.

After devouring her and discovering every freckle on her smooth skin, she leaned down to me and kissed me passionately on the mouth. Our tongues played as my hands massaged her back more. I wanted her as much as she wanted me. 

I slowly rolled her over and began kissing her face, neck, breasts once again and then down her flat tummy. Licking her belly button and teasing her. She giggled as my tongue danced across her, leaving little trails of saliva as I went.




Her Wedding Gift



I looked up at her as I began tugging at her panties, slowly lowering the tops; I kissed and teased her until she lifted her hips to let me slide off the cover to her glorious sweetness.

I pulled them off and tossed them across the room, then I dove back down discovering her cute landing strip of neatly trimmed hairs that led to her soaked lips. I kissed and teased her thighs, mound and every other sweet piece of flesh I could find on her.

She giggled and squirmed as I went about pleasuring her. My tongue eventually slipped between her swollen lips and parted them. Licking her up, and down she cooed and moaned with delight. I hadn't done this in quite some time and was hoping I wouldn't disappoint. 

My tongue went deep inside as I looked for her clit. I licked the inside of her lips up and down softly at one time and quickly at others. I was exploring her and seeing what she enjoyed. Just as I was about to inhale her clit I felt her hands on my head wanting to pull me up.

I stopped even though I didn't want to. She tasted so nice I wanted to spend more time there pleasing her. When we were face to face, she whispered to me, "I want you inside me."

I felt her legs part under me, opening wider as I moved over her. She reached down and helped guide me and with a feeling I hadn't felt in many months I was in. Softly, she moaned encouraging me, telling me how good she felt. I started getting a good rhythm going and just about to climax when she stopped me. "Not yet, I want to be on top." She whispered. 

Hoping I wouldn't lose my little friend, I pulled out and nearly lost it. She rolled out from under me and I flopped down on my back. She quickly got back over me and guided me back into her. I took her hips in my hands and helped lift and set her down as we got back into perfect timing. It didn't take long and she was moaning again, louder this time.

I was amazed at how long I had lasted, trying not to disappoint her I thought of non-sexual things. It didn't help too much and was hard not to concentrate on her sweet sensual body. 

Finally, after I almost lost it, we both reached orgasm. We were both panting and sweating as she collapsed on top of me. Kissing and confessing how wonderful it was with an "older man." I just grinned and massaged her back as she lay there, she felt so good to me. I couldn't help but wonder if I had really pleased her. 

She slipped off me and lay by my side; I moved her hair from her face and gently placed it back over her ear. I softly kissed her face and held her tightly to me. We laid there and talked for some time.

She confessed that she had wanted to do this since seeing me almost a year ago. I was shocked; a young beautiful woman wanted a fifty-year-old man, the father of her best friend? 

She fell asleep in my arms and in the morning, we did it all over again. She was lying on her left side; I snuggled up to her and began massaging her hip, then her sweet firm cheek. Slowly, I ran my hand up and down her side following the cure of her cheek down her leg to her calf. She squirmed a bit and moved her leg over mine. I slipped my penis between her legs and snuggled closer.

She softly commented, "Good morning, we're awake and wanting something?" I just mumbled "Mm Hmm".

My hand went around and felt her tummy; I began massaging it as I started to move my hips in and out of her legs. I wasn't inside her but I was rubbing the tiny area between her vagina and her rosebud. As I grew harder, she got into the motion. We were rocking back and forth sideways on the bed.

My hand would move up and down from her sweet breasts to her tummy as we kept the motions going. She arched her head back and I moved her beautiful red hair up and out of the way. I softly kissed her neck and then pinched her nipples as I continued feeling her soft skin and delicious body.

Every other thrust between her legs I really pushed myself into her; my arm would wrap around her waist and pull her tighter into me. Then with my hand, I would slip a finger just inside her and play with her moist lips, the head of my penis would pop through on the thrusts that we came closer. She seemed to enjoy the feel of me outside her and with the addition of my finger playing with her she was in heaven. After some time rocking back and forth, she was ready.

She asked in a whisper, "Something different to start the day?" I didn't know what she meant but I stopped and let her loose from my grip. She rolled onto her tummy and turned her head to face me. Arching her ass in the air, she said in a smile and deep voice, "woof woof." I had to laugh but I knew what she meant.

I kicked off what was left of the covers and got behind her. She giggled and spread her legs a bit wider as I placed myself inside. She gasped as I slowly entered her and then with her deep guttural voice said, "That's a good doggie." She moaned as I began doing just that, being a good doggie.

My wife was never one to experiment or do anything playful in bed. I was enjoying this in more ways than Linda could have imagined.

I continued making dog sounds as I grabbed her hips and pulled her to me, she giggled and moaned with delight as I humped away just like a Rottweiler with his first Poodle. I came a bit too soon for her this time and she let me know her disappointment by sighing, "Oh, all done Mr. Puppy?" 

I told her, "No, Fifi not quite yet." She giggled as I pushed her and rolled her over. I slipped back up to her and kissed her deeply, my hand went exploring that wonderful wet area between her legs I had just vacated. My finger slipped inside and as we continued to kiss. I could feel her body ready to explode as I began massaging her clit, stroking it.

Our kisses became more heated as she became more aroused. I was working her into a frenzy when she broke our kiss and quivered next to me. I smiled and began to work my finger more but she stopped me by turning a bit. I stopped and let her spasm as I laid there admiring her body.

I gently traced my fingers over her curves taking in the beauty of the female form. She looked at me and grinned, cuddling next to me and wrapping herself in my arms. We both caught our breath as we lay there smiling and kissing each other's face.

She leaned down and kissed my chest, then moved up and looked me in the eyes again, her look was so precious. I think I pleased her more than she had expected. We both lay there softly talking and then falling asleep in each other's arms. After our nap, we got up to shower. The shower became another playground, soaping and rinsing each other off several times.

After showering together, we got dressed and I made breakfast, we had a long talk about what happened the night before. She was tired of all the "boys" she met, just wanting to bed her, and either coming up short or finishing too quickly. 

She wanted someone who would make love to her; taking his time and making her feel as if she were the only tone in the world. She had heard that older men tend to be that way so she figured I was safe. After hinting at it to Shellie and asking her questions, Shellie realized Linda wanted me to test her theory on me.

At first, Shellie was against it, but during the times I spent with the girls getting prepared for the wedding, she saw it wouldn't be a bad thing. So just before the wedding, Shellie gave Linda her permission to bed me. When I look back, I just have to laugh. Being a science experiment didn't really thrill me, but I did prove Linda was right in her theory. Pleasing her was all that mattered to me then.

It's strange, I over heard her talking to Shellie on her cell phone, I could have sworn I heard something about step moms. Maybe that's just my imagination playing tricks on me or my hearing is going. 



Her Wedding Plans Go Awry



Sally Anne Marie Williams was sat watching television, she was on her own at last, breathing a sigh of relief when her beloved parents said goodbye and left for the night.

They were going over to stay at her boyfriend's parent's house for the night to make sure all the plans and preparations were fully coordinated for Saturday.

Her best friends, 3 of them had said they would come and stay over and keep her company, but she had steadfastly but gently refused, this was her last and only chance to sit and collect her own thoughts before she became Mrs Marc John Butler 3 days hence.

She was so looking forward to her big day and it was going to be big, her dad was organising the best hotel the best reception the complete works for his one and only child, his breathtakingly beautiful daughter Sally.

And Sally was a real beauty in every sense of the word, not only to look at but inside too where it mattered, she was a child nurse at the local hospital where she was loved by all the children to distraction, her employers loved her too because she could do things with the little ones no one else could.

Sally was demure, soft gentle, kind, sweet, and loving would never start an argument but constantly got her way with her reasons failing to be challenged.

The only people who could feel and did feel her soft wrath at times was her soon to be husband, but she loved him, and only between them did she sometimes tell him not to be a silly boy!

She was horny now, god was she horny, she had determined to be a virgin when she married but she had given way to her feeling 6 months ago on a beach at 5:00 in the morning wrapped in a blanket, and was now an ardent believer in sex, she loved it and couldn't get enough, her boyfriend had gone from a sort of aggressor to the loving victim of Sally.

She had allowed touching sex, no cock in her pussy was her motto, but that had gone that night, and she aroused beyond control, Marc had been insistent but gentle and patient, she gave way and had a mind blowing orgasm at the hands and cock of her wonderful boyfriend, the following day she was on the pill!

A month ago she had put a stop to sex though, she wanted to look forward to a first night in her bridal gown and be fucked in it at the hotel they were staying overnight in before they left on honeymoon, Marc wasn't happy but gave in when she became annoyed at him.

Now it was 3 days to go and she would have his cock inside her again, oh boy her pussy twitched at the thought of it.

Sally was a beautiful young woman, 21 years old, an only child, 5ft 8" tall, around 120 pounds or 81/2 stones, wonderfully rounded soft curves, voluptuous, her breasts were high and full and oh so sensitive to the touch, she had long blonde hair that was lustrous and thick, huge azure eyes that caught the light when she laughed, a small upturned pert nose, her lips were full yet firm and a downward sensuous curve at each side that made her look sultry and seductive, which is exactly unknowingly to her is what she was.

Her tummy was firm and flat she exercised regularly, her legs were long and toned that tapered from very shapely hips to small symmetrical feet, even her nails were beautiful, perfectly shaped and tapered to a rounded tip, her toe nails were also lovingly cared for.

2 of her 3 best friends were in the beauty business, so her nails and hands were always looked after, and her skin condition was totally unblemished.

But no one knew her new secret and no one ever would except her new husband and he wouldn't find out until they made love after the wedding, she had shaved her pussy, it was as bald smooth and soft as a baby's bum.

She turned off the television, shut off the lights and made sure the house was locked up and went upstairs to her room, and turned on the dimmer switch to cast a soft glow around it.

There in the corner on a tailors dummy was her wedding gown, all soft and silk, it took her breath away, the last fitting had taken place and it fitted her like a silk glove now.

Jesus Christ she said to herself, its making me horny just looking at it, her pussy twitched again, down girl she ordered no relief for you this night, I promised Marc and now you are going to have to wait!

She undressed to ready herself for bed and picked up her little night dress, and admiring her soft toned gently curving sexy body in the full length mirror again, but couldn't help taking the gown off and putting it on, she wasn't supposed to touch it without her dresser being there, but she couldn't resist.

Standing in front of the full length mirror she admired herself wholeheartedly, she did look wonderful, and twirled herself, you are a naughty girl Sally she admonished herself and giggled, and because she didn't have anything on underneath the dress the stitching of the embroidery gently tickled and scratched at her nipples which were now burning embers of desire and arousal, and hard as tiny bullets, her pussy twitched royally again, reminding her of how hot and horny she was feeling, she almost told her pussy to behave or I will spank you! She laughed to herself.

Carl Thompson was and is an independently wealthy man 27 years old, he was left a lot of money by his sadly deceased parents, he had a really large home in the country where he had two 18 year old lovelies who lived in as house servants, their parents believed they were nannies, who not only cooked and cleaned for him but provided all the sexual relief he wanted, it had taken him months to find the correct girls but it was an arrangement he loved.

He had several cars and 2 large delivery vans, one of the cars was an unobtrusive but large and powerful one with inter changeable number plates that were only ever swapped if necessary but stored in the garage until or if needed, he never ever broke the speed limit, never committed any crimes except one, if he was ever likely to be in an accident he was certain nothing would ever be laid at his door, anyway he only went out in it when he was on a mission.

Carl was a very good looking black male, not too black, but black never the less, he was proud of his heritage, and happy he was intelligent and bright, he was 6ft 3" tall, super fit, powerful and muscular but not overly

When ever he was in a city or town he could be seen in a business suit and carrying a brief case with none descript papers in it, but it was never business he was conducting, he was looking out for the next one.

And he spotted her sat in the window of a coffee house demurely drinking a latte, he entered and ordered, then sat opposite but in the far corner of the room, he had on light sunglasses that allowed him to observe her without being obvious, he decided in a moment that she was the kind of woman that would be long used to being looked at.

He didn't know it just then but her name was Sally Anne Marie Williams and she was 2 weeks away from her wedding which was why she was preoccupied with her thoughts at that moment.

He stayed and admired her beauty and sensuality, and instinctively knew she was the one, he had to have her, and have her he would.

Strictly speaking Carl was a rapist, but the very best rapist a woman could hope to meet, he actually thought of himself as a teacher to women on how to make love to a man, because invariably that's what the women who came under his spell did, he was always considerate to them, never hurt them and made sure they got out of him what he got out of them.

Even the lovers he had on hand were all testament to his sexual prowess.

He followed her at a distance when she left, she did a little window shopping then caught a taxi, so he hurriedly got to his car and luckily spotted the taxi she was in, and followed at a discreet distance, she eventually got out, paid the man and walked up a drive and using the key entered a large well cared for house, knowing the address now it was a simple matter for him to find out who owned it and who lived there complete with all the necessary information pertaining to their lives.

With this information he started to plan her unknowing seduction, her subjugation to him, it was purely by chance when he saw a woman heaving a wedding dress out of her van that he realised he was chasing a bride to be, and a stunningly beautiful one at that.

As he secretly watched the comings and goings he saw different people, mostly girls and women going to and fro from the house, he was accidentally one day walking down the street when his ignorant intended informant left by the front door.

He stopped to ask who the lucky couple were who were getting married and all the eager information was given excitedly.

He now had all the information he wanted, including the date of her marriage, he would have to take her before her wedding day, the only thing he didn't have was the how to and when to do the deed.

This came on the day he saw her parents leaving for their night away, he guessed they would be gone for at least a night when he spotted them with a small suitcase, and he saw her mum kiss Sally goodbye at the door.

'Okay,' he said to himself, 'if no one comes around in the next 3 hours, then tonight can be the night.' 

He was in one of his vans that he had exchanged in the day and was parked in a quiet spot up the road where he could see her house through the blacked out rear windows.

As darkness covered the area, he quickly left the van and using rear gardens he gained entrance unseen to her rear garden, gaining entry to her house was the simplest of tasks for him and he silently went upstairs, quickly establishing whose room was whose, he entered her parents room to await her coming to bed.

Sally was completing her twirl in her beautiful wedding gown, and unknown to her Carl was peering at her from around the edge of the door, he saw her clutch herself and knew she was turned on! She grabbed at her pussy through her dress and said 'Stop!'

Just as a silk gloved hand closed over her mouth and an arm encircled her arms and waist.

She was held tight, a hoarse voice in her ear warned her not to struggle because all that would happen was she would end up in pain, she could feel the heat of his breath on the side of her face and knew that she was in real trouble; she tried to talk her way free.

'Please who are you, what do you want, I'm sorry if I have upset you sometime, but please let me go, you are scaring me.' She pleaded.

The words, "you are scaring me" pleased him because that meant he was in charge and half way to his ultimate goal, he was dressed all in black from head to toe and all she could see were his dark eyes in the mirror which penetrated her own.

'You are so stunningly beautiful Sally,' he told her, 'so soft and seductive, we are really going to enjoy our short time together.'

'My parents and boyfriend will be here soon, please leave and I won't say anything about this, I promise,' she begged.

'They won't be here again tonight baby; you are on your own apart from me?'

'Please don't hurt me,' she sobbed a little.

'Baby, I have no intention of doing anything to hurt you, if you end up hurt it will be caused by your own actions, so don't worry okay?'

He pulled up the balaclava mask to just above his eyes, then reached round her and at the same time as his lips found her sensitive neck, his knowing fingers found a super sensitive nipple through the thin top of her dress.

She squiggled and wriggled but found no release, he continued his gentle insistent attack upon her aroused quivering body, his arm around hers and her waist was immovable.

It was at that time that she began to realise that escape wasn't going to be an option.

'Take it easy Sally relax and go with the flow, it will be okay, trust me, I know you don't know me but you will, and at the end of this I am sure you will, believe me.' He said.

His finger twisted gently but firmly around her other nipple and it lit a fire unbidden in her loins, her nipples were burning hot and sent a message through her body, she felt her pussy jingle!

'Please don't do this she begged I'm getting married on Saturday,' she moaned.

'Yes baby I know that, and I will send you to it well prepared.'

'What do you mean?' she asked as her nipples were being tested beyond the limit of her growing endurance and arousal, although that wasn't at the fore front of her thoughts, until she heard a grunt, it was a grunt of arousal that she knew so well, it was from her!

He carried her to the bed and sat her down, pulling the unfastened gown down her arms this in effect trapped her wrists as the long sleeves held them, he continued twisting tweaking and pulling murderously at her fully distended electricity charged nipples.

Letting go and stepping slightly away from her he quickly pulled off the black top her had on, she was now staring at his powerful flat chested muscular dark brown body, with washboard rippling stomach muscles, topped with a hugely handsome face, some of his lovers had said he was beautiful, and Sally actually thought the same now to herself.

Making her stand he ordered the stunned young beauty to take off the dress or he would and it might get torn in the process.

She reluctantly obeyed asking him if she could replace it on the dummy in the corner, he agreed but went with her, and as soon as she had, he took her in his arms from the back again and started kissing her neck along with stroking her jangling nipples, this kept her well off balance and easy to control, he took her back to her bed and sat her down again.

Standing now directly in front of her face he was wearing loose fitting jogging bottoms and elasticised running shoes, he placed her hands on his hips and told her to pull them down, he wasn't wearing shorts, they were incorporated within the bottoms.

In a trance like stupor because of her arousal that still held her in a captive like mode she did as bidden, suddenly a large black cock swayed into view, he gently swung his hips to make it sway in front of her, thus entrancing her further, she had never seen such a weapon, and a black one at that, her Marc was well hung but this was bigger and soon she was to find out, better!

He told her to pull his pants and shoes off, and now he was as naked as her, his magnificent body was on view totally his strong thick toned legs holding up this big strong man, and she just couldn't help looking at him, he was a true specimen of a man, an Adonis, a black Adonis.

His cock was right in her face and growing, it mesmerised her, he stepped closer and leaning in tweaked her nipples again, she had no idea she was in the power of a man who knew how to love, seduce and arouse almost any woman, and this was proving to be the case for Sally.

He raised one of her arms and directed her hand to his prick; he knew that once it was in her palm and fingers it would be game over.

It was her own arousal that she was responsible for, that was too overwhelming to resist, her hand did the deed and grasped his growing tool, it hardened and stiffened seemingly in unison with her desire.

She was holding another mans prick and a black one too, she was going to be unfaithful 3 days before her wedding, his cock was now fully erect and pointing at her wide open mouth, he leaned forward and pushed it into her unwittingly inviting lips.

She instinctively closed them around the gorgeous soft velvet head and began to suck, she was gone now, all thoughts of her boyfriend, husband to be, her parents and friends were gone, the only thing she was interested now was his cock and his sperm, she wanted it all, nothing could deter her now from completing the mission set for her by this man.

He held her gently by her long blonde hair as she swayed back and forward to suck his beautiful wonderful overpowering prick as hard as possible, while he was gently but firmly pushing against her inward thrust, she was rewarded with a groan and a loud grunt as he fired his load right into the back of her throat, it nearly choked her but she swallowed all he gave her.

She felt immense pride that she had made him come in the short space of time he had his black organ firmly ensconced in her willing mouth.

She fell back onto the bed and looked up at this black beautiful man who had totally seduced her with such ease, and she also knew she wanted fucking by him so badly her body almost screamed at her for it.

He hefted her onto her bed and began a loving irresistible seduction though none further was needed now, he still went through motions for her benefit, she responded fully she mauled him, kissed him, told him to hurry she wanted him right now.

He placed her in the centre of her bed and climbed over her in a dominant 69 position, and holding her knees apart he bent his head and looked at her wonderfully shaven pussy, 'Oh my Sally, this is just too beautiful,' he murmured.

He licked long and forcefully down the full length of her slit, his tongue dipped into her slick pussy, and it made her gasp out loud, taking this as consent of his power over her he sucked at it, this caused her knees to rise involuntarily into the air and her arms encircled his arse, she was looking directly at his prick and hairy arse, and it was tight and full of hard muscle, Carl had his elbows inside her knees keeping them apart, all she could do was kick her feet.

He found her sweet little clit and nibbled and sucked at it, sipping his tongue in at the same time, this caused her first orgasm, she wasn't aware of its arrival it just blasted its way through her.

He stroked her open bum hole while he was doing this adding to her complete arousal, he kept up the onslaught on her pussy until her orgasms became too much and her head rose up off the bed to suck his cock deep into her mouth once more, she wanted to please this man like she had never pleased anyone in her life.

She had one more powerful orgasm then asked him, no, begged him to make love to her.

He obliged by thundering his still erect prick into her tight pussy, he fucked her with such abandon she thought she would die, never had she orgasmed like this, it wasn't only the prick inside of her boiling quivering pussy, it was the excitement of what was happening to her, being totally ravished helplessly by this man

He had her all over the bed, she couldn't get her bearings at times, her feet were high in the air, over his back, her head was over the edge of the bed, she was on her knees, he rolled her on top of him then she was back underneath, all the while his fabulous black prick was playing havoc with her senses and devastating luscious wanton sexy her body, 

Nothing in her life could have prepared her for this, it was animal rutting, a bull riding its cow, a horse covering it's mare, all she could do, and all she wanted to do now was hang onto him which she did with all her might while he rode her into oblivion, her orgasms were becoming one, then light drifted from her eyes.

When she became aware of her surroundings again she was laid full length on top of him, her face in his neck, his prick still in her, her pussy twitched and grabbed at it, a natural reaction instilled in a woman by Mother Nature.

Sally raised herself up and looked down at him, 'who are you?' she asked quietly, she kissed him before he could answer, it was something she just wanted to do and it was a sweet loving kiss too that she reserved for Marc.

'Me? My name is Carl and I am the man sent to you to teach you to love a man in the way a woman should love her man,' he told her.

'Well,' she admitted softly, 'you sure have done that, I'll never forget this,' she said.

This time they made love gently softly and gently because he knew this was what she wanted after the wonderful hammering he had delivered on her.

Reaching to the side of the bed he picked up his joggers, and took out a pair of soft fur handcuffs, laying on her right side, he attached one to her left wrist and the other to his own right wrist, they were attached to each other with arms over arm.




Her Wedding Plans Go Awry



It was now 12:30am and he said, 'time for a nap before I go baby okay?'

She accepted her capture fully and said 'yes but please don't go and not say goodbye,' she whispered.

'I have no intention of doing that sweet beautiful lady.'

She awoke drowsily to a beep beep, beep beep, it was coming from his wrist watch, it was 5:00am, he turned it off, undid the cuffs and took her in his arms, her readiness and capitulation was obvious for all who saw it, even if they were the only 2 there.

They kissed cuddled and groped at each other, their twin arousal honing them together, he climbed over her, immediately her breath left her at the power of his first thrust, her acceptance of his lovely black cock now total, her legs went over his back, she held him tight, her beautiful face buried tightly into his neck as he fucked her with all he had to offer, she called his name softly begging for more, demanding more, harder and harder.

They came together and their juices washed out of her pussy in rivers of love.

She had never expected anything like this to happen to her in her young life; she understood now why he had told her the night before she would believe him, because she did.

After an extended rest in which they constantly kissed and cuddled he was preparing her for his last act, he was busy fingering her arse, she wriggled and giggled saying, 'I am waiting to be married before I do that,' she told him.

He had other plans and they were fucking her there right now, she suddenly realised his intentions, and begged him no, it was of no avail, 'up on your knees Sally, don't go against me okay?'

She knew argument would only result in failure, and she also knew that her body was saying 'I want this Sally, and I want it now.'

She rose to her knees and offered him a view to die for, he wanted to photograph this arse that was protruding into the air for him to fuck, she truly was a magnificently beautiful sexy woman, but sadly knew she would never be his to keep.

He got behind her and poked the head of his cock at her proffered arse and pushed it in, she squealed, but bless her, she held her ground and pushed back at him, giving him everything she could and they made powerful gentle complete love before he filled her with his sperm, she had an orgasm of blinding proportions that was different but just as cataclysmic to all those she had with her black darling lover.

It was now 7:00am and time for him to leave, she was sad but understood, and thanked him from the bottom of her heart for the nights loving in his arms, saying, 'I will never ever forget this night, nor you Carl, you beautiful man, if I wasn't with Marc you would definitely be the one,' she tearfully said.

He gave her his phone number saying, 'call me when you get back from your honeymoon okay.'

She nodded her beautiful head knowing she would never do that, she would be faithful to Marc from now on.

Her wedding was a blast, everything went like clockwork, and on the night in her hotel suite she practically raped her new husband, her black lover had lit a fire in her belly 3 days ago that only cock could put out, her new husband fell asleep a very happy man, but Sally did allow her thoughts to drift to her fabulous black lover and silently thank him for showing her the way!

Just 4 weeks after she returned from her honeymoon she called him and met him at a hotel where he had booked a room.

She spent the day making love all ways with him including her arse, she gave herself totally, and left a very happy and very sad woman, because he had told her he was changing his number and it was time for her to move on.

She knew this was true she had her new life to lead, and she would, but she still felt deflated and empty, but he was right. 

And unknowing to her he had already spotted his next lucky one, it happened to be the gorgeous 25 year old married matron of honour at Sally's wedding, Lucy Meadows.



Her Wedding Surprise



In her tribe, the more money you had, the better you married. Given the wealth of her parents, the fact that she was an only child, and considered one of the most beautiful young women in the village, her parents were able to select one of the most eligible men in town to be her husband. Amongst her tribe, arranged marriages were tradition among the wealthy. Parents of young women selected her future spouse on her sixteenth birthday, and she was wed the day after her eighteenth birthday. Typically the men the young ladies were wed to were many years older than them and, unlike the women, were not required to be virgins on their wedding day.

Fast-forward to the night after her eighteenth birthday. Jemma lay silently on her new husband's bed in the darkened chamber. She waited for her new husband to come into the room while contemplating what lay ahead. Her mother had only given her a slight idea of what to expect. Unlike so many of the girls she had grown up with, her new husband was only ten years her senior, and considered among the best looking men in the tribe. Jemma was a bit frightened and the wait alone did not help to quell her discomfort. 

After waiting alone for nearly an hour after her maid had come and helped her dress in her gossamer gown, there was a soft knock on the chamber door.

"Pardon me miss", the maid said softly as she entered the room, "the Master has been delayed and has requested that I ready you further"

"I'm sorry, I don't quite understand" Jemma replied, looking confused. "I'm already prepared, am I not?"

"Not quite my lady" the maid told her, with a sly look on her face. 

The maid proceeded to help Jemma lay back against the pillows. As she began to raise Jemma's gown, Jemma pushed her away.

"What are you doing? Does my husband know about this?"

"Yes, my lady, he has asked me to do something for you to prepare you for him"

"I'm afraid I don't understand" Jemma said, puzzled.

"Just relax miss, I promise you will enjoy this"

The maid again began to raise Jemma's gown exposing her most private area. This time Jemma didn't fight, though she was quite frightened about what the young maid was about to do. The maid gently began to run a finger along Jemma's pussy opening, from her clit to her ass, back and forth. She was gentle at first, then a bit more insistent as she heard Jemma begin to moan softly.

"Yes, miss, that's the way" the maid whispered, "nice and easy"

To Jemma's shock, the maid knelt and positioned herself between her parted thighs. She began to gently flick he tongue against Jemma's clit, eliciting a shriek of pleasure from her. She continued her ministrations, licking Jemma's pussy lips as well as her clit, smiling as she heard the lady moan in pleasure. She began to feel moisture build in Jemma's pussy, and lapped it up as fast as it gathered. She began to insert a finger into Jemma's tight pussy as she licked, causing her to squirm against her, instinctively trying to reach release, yet not really knowing what she was seeking. The maid, however, was under strict instructions from the master, not to allow his bride to cum, to save that pleasure for himself. If the maid succeeded he would allow his new bride to become her lover on a regular basis.

Watching silently from the doorway, he stroked his rampant erection, watching his new virgin bride enjoy receiving pleasure from another woman. He strode to the bedside, motioning to the maid to leave, as he lay next to his panting bride.

"Did you enjoy your gift love?" he asked her

"Mmmm, yes husband" she moaned as he picked up stroking her soaking pussy.

"Good", he whispered against her ear, "then you will really enjoy what comes next"

He knelt between his wife's glistening thighs, and began eating out her pussy in earnest, growing more excited the more he listened to her frantic moans. He freed his cock from its confines and he felt his wife tense, felling it for the first time against her thigh. He took her hand and placed it on his throbbing cock. He guided her hand, showing her how to stroke him. She found herself smiling as he moaned his pleasure into her ear. He let her play for a few moments, until he thought he would burst if he did not have her right then.

He kissed her gently and she tasted her pussy juices on his lips. He positioned himself between her legs and gently rubbed the head of his cock against her slit. He felt Jemma tense and whispered soothing words as he pushed into her, tearing her maidenhead. She screamed in pain and terror so he stilled momentarily to allow her to adjust to the feel of him. 

He freed her breasts from her gown and pinched her nipples roughly.

"Nice teats" he growled, pinching and pulling on her nipples

"That hurts, please stop", Jemma cried out

"Not a chance"

He began to thrust into her roughly, holding onto her breasts to support his weight. He ignored her sobs, slapping her violently and ordering her quiet. Jemma was terrified. What had happened to her gentle, patient lover? Then she began to feel something strange between her legs. Pleasure. She began to lift her hips to meet his thrusts and he growled in approval. Suddenly she began to feel an unusual sensation. She cried out.

"Yes, cum for me" her husband moaned

He thrust one final time, spilling his seed into her as she sobbed in pleasure.

An hour later, the maid reentered to find the master and his wife curled together naked on the bed. She smiled at him as he motioned for her to join them.

To be continued...



Her Weekend Surprise



She lay in the darkness going over in her mind how it all had come to be.

They had discussed the weekend for a long time, putting together all the details, going over the plans. He had made the reservations and sent her the airline ticket along with a detailed, nicely written letter. She had found things for them to do off shore, entertainment things, things she wasn't really sure they would have time for or in the final analysis choose to do.

The flight into Savannah had been okay. The drive to Hilton Head was easy enough. The condo on the beach was excellent. He had chosen well.

Now, at the time he had designated, she lay naked in the bedroom alone. The curtains were pulled across the glass door leading onto a small deck facing the beach. The black silk scarf was tied across her eyes snugly. The handcuffs were snapped shut on her wrists. The voices of people walking and playing on the beach was mere background noise as she waited. She hoped he would arrive soon.

She must have dozed off because suddenly she became aware of someone in the room. "Hello?" she called carefully.

"Ah, you're awake," he answered. "Ready for me?"

"Yes," she smiled into the blackness.

She felt a hand taking the handcuff chain and beginning to pull. Another hand touched her thigh and guided her to turn and sit on the edge of the bed. The hand on the chain tugged her, getting her to stand. Hands took her shoulders and walked her into the middle of the floor. The hands turned her until she felt herself facing the bed, her back to the curtains.

"Step up slowly," he said, "Careful."

She felt the edge of the coffee table against each of her shins. He was tying something around each ankle. "What?" she asked.

"Each of your legs are tied to the legs of the narrow end of the coffee table. Now bend over at the waist and put your palms flat on the table."

She did as he said. And then she heard the curtains being opened with a rush. She felt the warmth of the sun through the glass doors on her legs and ass and pussy.

"Nice view," he said, "Inside and out."

She heard the voices again, the voices she had forgotten, the voices on the beach. It took her more than a moment to realize how exposed she was now, how exposed she was to the window and anyone who chanced to look in.

His hand, his left hand, ran down the small of her back. He must have been standing beside her, she realized. The hand moved over her ass, touching it lightly, caressing it, feeling her soft white skin. A finger from the hand traced a line down the crack of her ass over her anus, over her pussy, over her clit and pubic hair. Then the finger came back up, quicker than going down, firmer and harder too, spreading her lips as it passed upward and back up over her back to her neck. The finger became a hand again and gripped the back of her head and turned it. She felt his cock then on your lips. She opened her mouth and took him as he moved closer to let his cock move deeper inside her mouth. Her lips came over the head as she tried to circle him with her tongue.

"So good," he murmured. "There are people watching. They haven't figured out yet what they see. A man and a woman, a couple, I think. The woman is talking, the man is listening and looking."

As she sucked him his hand returned to her pussy and entered her. She moaned around his cock and pulled him harder into her mouth. The finger from her pussy moved to her ass and entered her there using the wetness from below. She moaned again, louder.

"They understand now. They see. And they're watching. The man has his arm around the woman's shoulder."

The finger moved deeper into her ass and began to fuck her. She gasped. He took his cock from her mouth then and moved closer to her hips. Both his hands were on her then, both of them moving in or around her clit, pussy, and ass.

"They like what they see, and I do too. But if I fuck you now, it'll ruin their view of you. That wouldn't be fair, would it?"

The purr of the vibrator didn't surprise her, nor did the tingle she felt as it entered her pussy. The finger in her ass moved even deeper and was joined by a second finger. She came then in a gasp of air and sound and wet heat. The blackness held her denying her vision but she saw clearly the flash of passion and lust and excitement that surrounded her.

"Hmmmm," she heard him say. "And this is only the beginning." His chuckle was the chuckle she liked.



Her Weekend Surprise



She had a surprise for him. He was to come to her house, take the spare key from behind the rock in the front garden, and go inside. She said from there he would receive further instructions. He had been looking forward to it all week considering last time she had done something this secretive, it had involved him getting a half a dozen blow-jobs without having to reciprocate. He smirked as he walked the path to the door to her house, key in hand, his pants tightening as he opened the door.How long had it been since they started playing this game? Every other weekend one or the other, whose ever turn it was, would choose their newest sexual encounter. It made the week hell, but every moment was filled with anticipation. 

He walked up the stairs to the bedroom and saw an interesting sight. On the floor were dozens upon dozens of pillows, stacked to make their own type of bed.In front of the pillows sat a single chair, as though observing the pillows that laid before it. He walked through the door to see his beautiful lover walk out of the attached bathroom. She was nude already, with her flowing brown hair reaching down to her collar bone. Her hands were behind her back. Her body was a perfect pear shape, with perfect, pale breasts. When she turned around, he would see his favorite thing about her, the dimples on her back. 

"Hello, lover." he smiled. 

"Hello," she whispered, "sit." 

He walked over to the chair and sat, doing as he was told. He was trying to contain the bulging mass between his legs, so she wouldn't see his anticipation. She walked towards him, taking her hands from behind her back. It wasn't until now that he noticed that she had something in her hands. She held a long black piece of silk. She walked over to him and and placed the silk fabric over his eyes. He felt her hands on his shoulders, massaging them. He groaned as the pressure she placed in her fingers worked their way into his muscles. She was so damn good at that. He heard some rustling as her fingers left his shoulders. In almost no time at all, he felt her at his pants. His zipper slid down, and he found his eyes closing beneath the blindfold. She slid his cock out of his pants, and he felt her lick his head slowly. Her hand came up and grabbed him. 

Then, something surprising happened. With her mouth and hands still on him, she somehow removed his blindfold. He looked down to see that the woman at his cock wasn't his brunette beauty, but instead a woman with bleach blond hair accented with black streaks. Her pale naked form was knelt before him. Her left arm was covered in tattoos that he tried to make out only for a second. Her blue eyes looked up at him as he began to speak, but before he could even say a word, she took as much of him as she could into her mouth. He moaned as her tongue flipped the top of his cock as she began to deep-throat it.

"Surprise, my darling." his lover whispered in his ear. 

He turned to see his brunette goddess standing there, naked before him. 

"The rules are simple. You are allowed to touch both of us, but only after we tell you to. Until then you must sit there, and you must, my darling, must, not get up from the chair." 

He whimpered. 

The girl with his cock in her mouth released him, licking him a few times as she stood up. Her eyes met his and she smiled a perfect, white-toothed smile behind those rosy lips. 

"I'm M." she said, tilting her head sideways and looking at him.

His lover walked to this new woman, this "M" person. She walked behind M, her tall frame towering over M's smaller one. She looped her arms around M's waist and then slowly moved her hands up to her breasts. 

"Look at these nipples," his lover whispered. "I love to touch them." 

She slipped her fingers over M's erect nipples, taking them between her thumb and forefinger and pinching them slightly. Slowly his lover turned, with M turning so their sides faced him. His lover cupped M's breast as her lips found M's. Their kissing was soft, but firm. He could see their tongues dancing between each other as their hands began to wander over their bodies. His cock throbbed. 

When it felt like this hand been going on for hours, M pulled away slightly from his lover and helped her kneel down into the pillows that lay before him. His lover laid onto her back, with M kneeling beside her. 

"I'm going to eat her out," M said.

M knelt down to her knees, and slowly crouched in front of his lover. M spread her legs slightly in front of him and he could see the pink of her cunt between her legs. She lowered her breasts to the floor, so he could see the back of her head slowly bobbing up and down as she lapped at his lover. His eyes moved up to see his brunette's arched back, fingers on her breasts, and lip bit in passion. M moved her hand from her side and slid two fingers into his lover. He heard a loud gasp come out of her. It took all of his willpower to remain seated in the chair. He wanted her. He wanted to be inside her. He wanted to make her make that gasp. M slowly moved away from his lover, and looked to him. 

"I want you to taste her on me." she said, smiling.

She moved over to him and put her hands at the bottom of his shirt. Before he knew it, the shirt was over his head, on the floor, and her mouth was on his. His tongue probed her mouth, exploring M. He could taste his lover, that familiar taste, throughout her mouth. M straddled him, his cock pressing hard into his jeans. 

"Do you want me?" she asked, innocently.

As she did, his lover snuck up behind her and slowly snaked her arms down M's body until she was at her perfectly pink cunt lips. She slipped her finger onto M's clit and started to caress it, all while M straddled his lap. 

"I want to fuck her," his lover whined, slowly beginning to suck on M's ear. 

She leaned down and kissed M, slowly pulling her back down onto the pillows on the floor. They turned sideways so he could see every moment they have together. With M on her back, his lover raised M's leg into the air. His lover placed her self between M's legs and slid down her body. He watched as their cunts touched. His lover whined. 

"Oh, my, god. Her clit, it's so hard on mine." 

He wanted to cum. He wanted to cum inside of her, as hard as possible, right then and there. Instead, he sat. He watched as their cunts began the grind into each other, with both of them gasping and moaning as his lover rode M. Finally, after what seemed like ages, M looked at him. Her mouth agape, she moaned loudly and growled:

"Let him get up." 

His lover nodded, gasping as she did and within seconds his pants were off and he was standing over the two. His lover slowly released herself from M, standing to meet him. 

"I told M that you're amazing at licking assholes. I think you should show her." his lover said, then she laid down on her back and smirked at him. 

M got on top of his lover and faced the opposite direction, with her cunt on top of his brunette Goddess's mouth. There was something beautiful about seeing these two women in the 69 position. He had to drink it in for a moment. M lapping at his lover's clit, his lover slowly sliding her fingers in and out of M. Their breasts pressed firmly to the other's stomach. He closed his eyes for a moment. This was paradise. When he looked back at them he realized that he had yet to please either of them and he was drawn to do so. His lover knew what he could do, but M, he smirked, M needed to scream for him.

He got to his knees behind him, and felt himself crouch to the perfect position to lick her asshole. His lover pushed M's body up higher so he could get good access to her. He took his hands and spread her ass cheeks apart, looking at the tiny asshole in front of him. His tongue darted out and he began to lick her. He heard her whine in surprise and he only licked harder. They had teased him long enough. He placed his hands on her ass cheeks, squeezing them. Finding that the harder he licked M's ass, M would lick his lover's cunt harder and they would all moan. 

"M? I'm going to put my cock in you. My sweet, sweet love will lick your cunt."

"Yes, my darling," his lover purred.

He took his throbbing cock and placed it at M's soaking-wet entrance. First he placed the tip in her, and slowly slide in his head. M moaned out. 

"Please....." she breathed, "all of it, harder, please." 

He obliged. How could he not? He slipped the rest of himself into her wet cunt. She was surprisingly tight, and oh-so wet. Goddamn, he thought. His cock pulsed and it went in and out of her, every now and then remembering his Goddess was on her back below them, lapping at the clit of M. She would surprise him now and then with a quick lick on his balls, or a nip or two on his thigh. She knew exactly what he liked.

He continued to thrust in and out of M, his balls slapping against her since he was going so deep. He felt a trembling in his balls and knew his orgasm was coming. M was there, bent in front of him, head hung, bouncing on his cock. Her cunt was getting wetter and wetter, from her being turned on, or from his Goddess licking her, he wasn't sure. She moaned out and he felt her muscles bare down on his cock. She was going to orgasm. He put his hand on her back, and dug his nails into her flesh softly. She moaned loudly and he felt her clench again. He pushed faster, and faster until he felt his balls seize up. He shot into her as she moaned out loudly, cumming seconds after him.

They stayed together for a moment before her heard a very soft moment coming from below him and M. He pulled out of M, who moved down to her side to see his lover touching herself. 

"No, my dear, let us help." he said.

He crouched down, his cock still dripping. Placing her left leg over one of his shoulders, he beckoned M to get beside him. M crawled over to the woman before her and began lapping at her clit. At the same time, he began making circles with his tongue at her entrance. As she got close, he pushed his tongue in and out of her cunt entrance, faster and faster. He felt her seize up under him and looked to M who continued to lick her glorious clit in front of him. He knew it would be a matter of moments before she came, so he inserted two fingers into her and began to finger fuck her. She moaned out loudly, calling his name, which just made him go faster. With him and M licking her cunt, she came screaming. 

After her body has stopped shuddering, M and he crawled up next to his brunette Goddess. His wonderful lover. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder she whimpered happily and pulled M into them. He looked at the two naked beauties in his arms and began to wonder what he would do for the next weekend, since it was, after all, his turn.



Her Weekend to Remember



One Friday night you remember you sent your son off to his fathers and you were walking to the kitchen to fix yourself a snack, wearing nothing but a bra and panties, when you thought you heard a noise. Then you felt a quick grab at your mouth and torso. Then in a panic you went to scream and things went dark and quiet.

You woke to hearing yourself trying to moan but you realized your lips were not able to move. You try to try to open your eyes when you notice they too are sealed shut. You begin to try and figure out what has happened when all at once it hits you that you are tied up. 

Struggling you notice your wrist and ankles appear bound. You begin wondering where you are. Who is with you? What is going to happen to you? 

You then hear footsteps to your side and begin to struggle even harder, but you get no where. Trying to plea for freedom sounds like a bunch of garble. You feel your heart racing not knowing what is happening to you or who is in the room with you. Suddenly you feel something go over your mouth and nose again. And you fall back to sleep.

You awaken again remembering the last time and try to move your lips and notice you can't move them still. Slowly you tugged your arms and feel you are still bound. Quietly you lay there thinking that if you don't move you will figure out what is going on. You lay there for what appears forever. Slowly you try moving your legs to figure out where you could be. You feel what appears to be a plastic under your legs. Knowing you were walking around in a bra and panties you try and figure out if you still have them on. Squeezing your buttocks your almost gasp at the sensation you get coming from your ass and pussy. 

Forgetting you were gagged somehow you try to scream and you hear yourself muffled in your throat and feel yourself beginning to tear up from fear. I've been kidnapped or worse you think.

You start sniffling and then you become strong and try to calm yourself down before you fall back to sleep. Thoughts run through your head. What has happened to me? Someone has violated me and I can't do anything about it.

Slowly you try twisting your torso and discover the same plastic feel you did with your legs. You move your upper arm and feel the same thing. You think you're on something plastic but you think about it more and realize it's soft under that. Am I on a bed or some sort of padding? Am I still in my house or somewhere different? 

After a long time of thinking and small movements you hear moving again. You remain still so not to let the person or persons around you know you have awoken. 

Suddenly you feel something begin to vibrate on you clit ring. Then you clench from the sensation and it stops abruptly. Then you hear in your ear a whisper "I see you're awake now". 

Panicking you turn your head to the other side. The voice comes back to your ear. "I promise not to hurt you."

You realize this time that the voice wasn't going to put you back to sleep, but why are they doing this to you. You struggle to free yourself but the voice tells you that you will be set free when the time is right. 

When the time is "right"? You think to yourself. You struggle more and still nothing. 

Suddenly you feel a bigger vibration this time coming from deep inside your pussy. This sends you over the edge quickly. You relax a little and try to grasp the feeling deep inside your love canal. 

You feel something moving inside of your love box hitting that magic spot deep inside. You know the feeling from playing with your magic rabbit and know this must be what is deep inside and being controlled by the strange voice in your ear. 

After a few minutes of your enjoyment the vibrations stop and you feel your pussy tingle in excitement. You think "How can I be excited by someone violating me and kidnapping me?" But yet you think how great this is feeling not knowing who is there at the same time.

You begin to move your pelvis to make the great feeling come back to your love canal. But nothing is happening. You suddenly feel a cool sensation at your nipples. You quickly inhale to this feeling. Then you feel your nipples being tugged at, at the same time. This feeling washes over you and you feel warm all over.

"Why am I enjoying this?" You ponder. Someone is making me have sex and I am enjoying it, but I know I should be screaming.

You feel your nipples being sucked up and think about what type of device could be doing this and really wished that it was a pair of lips sucking them in. You suddenly feel the vibration on your clit ring again, but this time much faster than before. 

Your hips buck upwards from the feeling of your clit being stimulated. Then you feel another sensation this time it's coming from your ass. You realize this is a vibrating plug and it is pulsating your anal cavity. You almost lift your torso off the bed with this dual sensation and the thought of something in your ass. 

All at the same time the rabbit comes to life again deep inside your pussy and it is rotating and hammering to life. The feeling of all your holes being used at the same time is making you hump the air. You start forgetting your mouth is gagged and start moaning from all this pleasure.

You start to think how you wished your kidnapper would touch you. You try begging but nothing audible is coming out. 

You feel the sucking on your nipples being tugged at. This feels like your upper body is being pulled straight up into the air, but the sensation of the vibrating in your body is making you closer to an orgasm and you want a human touch no matter who it is. Then the tugging releases and you feeling the vibrating slow to a stop, but you want more. 

You try asking for it not to stop and hear the voice tell you, "Not right now my beauty". 

Your pelvis lowers downwards but you can still feel your cavities filled with what you want so badly. You try squeezing your thighs close inwards to feel the toys deep inside but realize your legs are spread too far apart. 

Thinking all you want now is to be fucked like never before you hear the voice moving around but it sounded like it left the room. Laying there breathing hard through your nose you smell your sweet juices from your lovely pussy. Knowing your sweet scent makes you excited and you try once again to move your thighs. You notice by squeezing your butt cheeks together you can feel the inserted butt plug go deeper and touch through the walls to your helpless rabbit. The tip of the rabbit touches deep inside your pussy to your cervix opening. You start squeezing faster as you feel yourself closer to an orgasm and must be satisfied.

Quickly you feel a hand touch and push down onto your stomach. This stops you from squeezing and quickly you freeze from the touch. All at once the feeling you felt before of something over your mouth hits you and you fall deep asleep again.

Upon awakening this time you notice your mouth is free and your eyes are able to open. You look straight up and notice you're in your bedroom in your bed. You think for a moment you were having a dream when you try to move and notice you are still tied up. You try looking down and notice your huge breasts are naked and exposed. Looking further your see your feet spread far apart and close to the bedpost. Trying to look to your pubic region you notice your panties are still on, but there are wires coming out from the leg openings and leading to the controls to the vibrators you were feeling earlier.

Noticing of your surroundings you didn't notice anyone in the room with you. Where could he or they be you think? Bravely you speak out, "Hello!?" 

No answer. "Hello!?" a little louder you speak. 

Just then you hear a noise coming towards the room. You close your eyes because you're nervous at what might happen if you look at the noise. 

You hear, "It's okay, you can open your eyes." 

Shaking you speak, "I'm afraid."

You feel something heavy sit on the bed next to you. And then you feel a hand rub your stomach gently and tell you that all is okay.

You open your eyes slowly to see the man you've talked to for nearly 11 years on the computer sitting there. Smiling you tell him that you really didn't expect him to kidnap you and have his way with you. 

He explains the reason for the chloroform was to make it feel genuine as possible and knew she'd love to feel dominated and helpless. He also explains he video recorded everything from the time he started to show her that he never anything to her she wouldn't want done. 

You ask him when he was going to release her and he said he hasn't even started the Saturday morning fun yet..... 

To Be Continued...



Her Weekend to Remember Ch. 02



Chapter 02: Saturday Morning

After a few minutes of talking you asked, "When are you going to set me free?"

Not taking long to respond I explain the ground rules for this weekend is to try and fulfill all of your fantasies and give you nothing but pleasure. With that I leaned in and kissed your full lips.

You returned the kiss by darting your tongue deep into my mouth and letting out a small moaning sound.

I pulled back and grabbed a pillow from the side of the bed and propped your head up a little more for comfort. I asked if you'd like to see the video I shot now or later. You responded with a sarcastic answer of "Does it look like I want to watch a movie in this position?"

Laughing I agreed and told you that breakfast would be ready in about 10 minutes and when I bring it back I will release you long enough to freshen up for the rest of the days events.

You began to ask what I was planning, but I stopped you with a gentle finger on your lips. With that I replaced my finger with my lips to yours. Again you tried sucking the life from my body.

I broke off the kiss and got up from the edge of the bed and started towards the door and turned back around and told you to behave and no touching, because I had 4 cameras watching you and I will know later if you were naughty and needed to be punished. 

As I walk out the door you look around the room for the cameras and you notice one high on the end of the bedpost at the foot of the bed and one mounted on a tripod at the end of the bed. Seeing this camera you realize you're fully exposed except your panties you have on. You squeeze your buttocks to feel the toys still inside and clench your fist at the pleasure they give you. 

You look around the room and notice a huge chest in the corner you have never seen before. Thoughts run through your head as you wonder what could be in there.

You look down between your gorgeous breast and see one of the nipple sucking devices we had looked at online before and look at your now perked up nipples. You notice there is something wrap around the base of each nipple. Remembering the sites you'd visited before you know they are nipple enlarger rings that will help maintain a longer and more erect nipple. You gently blow towards a nipple and feel the effect of the rings as it makes them tingle from excitement.

I walk back into the room with a tray of food and drink. I set the tray on the dresser and walk over to the side of the bed. I sit on the bed and reach above you and grab your left wrist restraint and look you in he eyes and ask if you promise to behave. You reply softly with a smile on your face of yes. I undo the lock to the leather restraint and let you wrist go. I reach over to your other wrist and undo it, but I bring your arm forward. I inform you that you are to have your breakfast with no touching anything.

You smile and say you promise.

I release your arm and you struggle to bend forward. You feel the plastic sheet peel away from your back and you look between your legs and see the bulging vibrator in your panties. You feel both your holes being pushed against as you sit up.

I look over at you and see the difficulties you have sitting up with your legs wide spread and I go to the foot of the bed and release some tension on your ankle leads so you may sit up more comfortable.

As you sit up you thank me. Moving your legs in closer together I place the tray over your legs. I reach down and pick up a couple of giant pillows and prop them behind you so you may sit up a little better. 

You begin eating your food and I leave the room. You are as curious as to what the day holds for you that you purposely run your wrist by your swollen erect nipple. The sensation makes you drop your fork onto your tray. You quickly look towards the door hoping you weren't seen or heard. You feel your breast begin to swell from the new feeling. You smile to the thought of what a new sex life you are now in for.

As you finish up your food and drink the last of your coffee I come walking in the room. You look lustfully over at me in my jeans and t-shirt. I notice the look in your eyes and tell you that this weekend is all about you and not for me.

Your smile turns to a frown as I knew you were hoping to have me in your mouth at that moment. 

I sit on the edge of the bed and look down at your tray and ask if everything was good. You nod your head as you drink the last of your coffee. As you place the cup down I ask if you were bad and did any touching while I was away.

You freeze for a moment thinking of the warning I had told you before leaving the room and responded "Yes." In a soft voice "I touched my nipple by accident and dropped my fork because it was so sensitive."

Looking you in the eyes I said "I was glad you were honest and told me. I heard something, but I wanted to know if you'd say what it was about."

I stood from the bed and grabbed the tray and asked if you needed anything else.

You looked straight at me and shook your head. You so badly thought about telling me that you really just wanted me naked and fucking you, but you also loved the fact that I came all the way to Texas to fulfill your fantasy of being kidnapped.

Walking away with your morning tray I told you to relax and I'll be right back, but remember I trust you to behave or I will have to punish you.

As I leave you sit back and relax on the pillows staring upwards of the ceiling wondering what I had planned. Thoughts run through your head and you start feeling your pussy getting wet. Wow, you think, I have never gotten wet from thinking about sex. You press you thighs in closer now with your ankles loosened. You feel both toys slide around inside of you and feel yourself getting warm all over.

I walk back into the room and notice your enjoying yourself. I calmly clear my throat and you jump up. Trying to relax your legs I tell you it is okay because I did only tell you no touching. 

I go to the side of the bed and take the pillows out from behind you and place them back onto the floor. I sit on the bed and reach behind you and caress you back and kiss you on your beautiful full lips. 

You reach around me and try squeezing me tight while jamming your tongue into mouth again. You dig your nails into my back. I break off the kiss and make you release your arms from around me. I tell you that it's time to lie back down.

Disappointed, but willing to obey, you lay back onto the bed. You raise your arms back over your head willing to be tied back up.

I get off the edge of the bed and go to the foot of the bed. I then undo your ankle restraints.

Puzzled as to what I was doing you tried closing your legs a little more for comfort. But feeling the pressure deep inside you can't close them too much.

I walk back to the side of the bed and reach over to your side and gently pull you and ask you to roll over for me.

As you roll over you feel your toys deep inside and they send thrills up your body and make you squirm from the movement. Your rabbit pushes up against your clit and you push your hips downward to feel it touch your clit ring.

After you roll over on you stomach I reach above you and reattach your wrist restraints. I then stand up and walk to the foot of the bed to reattach your ankle restraints. After I attach your ankle restraints I slowly pull the leads tighter on your ankles too spread your legs far apart again. I look up to see how soaking wet your panties have become and can see the colors of your vibrators as they glisten from your juices. I pull the final few inches I can without making you scream in pain, but to try and make you not to be able to move freely. Looking at your love holes being stuffed makes me smile.

I then walk out of the room and you try watching and listening as to what I am doing. I return in a pair of short and t-shirt. By looking at me walk beyond your view you believe you saw my cock in my shorts and lick your lips wanting some of it, or anything at this point.

I walk over to my chest and grab a bottle of oil. I walk back out of the room with the oil.

You notice I had something in my hand and didn't know what it was. You lay there trying to move, but nothing. You squeeze your butt cheeks and feel the toys you wished you had control of right now. You continue squeezing and feel your new butt toy is feeling better than you old ones have and your rabbit is responding by teasing your clit.

I walk back into the room and see your eyes closed and your butt cheeks fucking your butt plug. I stand there watching and slowly make my way to the camera at the tripod and focus it in closer to your glistening wet panties. I look up and notice you are driving you plug in and out of your ass.

You start moaning softly from the pleasure you are giving yourself. Not knowing I was in the room you continue.

Sensing you are close to an orgasm I watch your soaking crotch.

You realize you want to cum, but what if I hear you. You suddenly slow down trying to contain a pending orgasm and worried about being "punished". You feel juices flowing from your pussy.

I watch as I see your juices flow softly out around the fabric of your panties where your love rabbit is inserted. I see you slow down on your rhythm and love knowing you just gave yourself a small orgasm without knowing you were being watched. I widen the angle out on the camera to see your whole body. I raise the post up higher to look downwards. Getting the right angle I step back around to the side of the bed and place the oil on the bed near your foot.

Not feeling me place the oil bottle down or hearing me step to the side of the bed you happened to open your eyes and see me. You gasp as you see me standing there.

I lean over and tell you that everything is fine and I watched you and loved watching.

Flushed, you smile at the thought that I watched. Thinking to yourself, you know before if it had been any lover from the past, you would not have let anyone watch you do anything to yourself. 

I reach over and gently stroke your head. I then tell you to just be still and enjoy what is next. With that I kneel on the bed and swing one leg over you and now I am almost sitting on your ass on my knees. I reach to the corner of the bed and grab the oil. I unscrew the top and pour a generous amount onto the middle of your back.

You feel your butt plug push inwards as I sit on your ass and your rabbit pushing greatly into your clit. You feel warmth as the oil hits your back and now know I had left the room to warm it up. You moan as you feel it puddle on your back.

I set the bottle down and start rubbing in the warm oil into your beautiful back. Firmly, but gently, I massage the oil upwards to your neck. Gently massaging the oil into your soft silky skin and manipulation my thumbs around your neck bone. I hear you moan as I rub your neck.

You feel the tenderness of my fingers rubbing in the oil and the warmth of it flowing over your body. You feel the oil flow down the middle of your back and over your side to your stomach. You almost melt at the touches of my fingers, but you know you still want more.

I work the oil into your shoulders and up your arms. Gently I massage each muscle in your arms as I slide up you a little more to reach your spread out hands.

You feel my weight come off your ass and slide upwards as I massage your arms. You feel my weight move to the small of your back and wished I was naked on top doing this to you. You breathe deeper in your thoughts as you feel my hands working back to your shoulders and feel me slide back to your ass. As I push back onto your ass your body shakes from the feeling of having your plug push back into you and your clit being teased.

I reach your shoulders again and pour more oil onto your back. I rub your entire back down with the oil, making it flow over your sides. I watch as it runs down your sides and onto your breast that are squeezing out from under you. 

You feel the oil dripping all over your torso. You start relaxing as you feel my hands massaging every inch of your back. You feel my large fingers work the oil in your sides at the same time and moan softly every time they come with in reach of your breast.

After what seems like 30 minutes you feel me kneel off your ass and then reposition myself on the bed. You feel me put my weight onto your back and my feet are at your breast mounds. 

I reposition myself to face your shapely ass. 

You feel me pour more oil into the small of your back. You feel me rub the oil downwards to your ass. You feel my hands reaching your waist band and feel them pulling the material as I slide them under to spread the oil over your ass checks. You clench your buttocks when you feel my thumbs running down the crack of your ass. You feel a flow of oil flow down the crack of your ass and around your plug and rabbit. You feel the oil flowing to your pubic region. 

I pull my hands back out to pour more oil onto your panty clad ass and I lift the leg opening above your plug and pour a little extra down the crack of your ass.

You feel me pour the extra oil on your ass and down your ass crack and sigh at the warm feeling. You feel me massage your ass and work the oil to your inner thighs. Feeling my fingers just barely touching your love rabbit you wished I would touch you more deeply.

You feel my hands go to your left thigh and I shift my weight further down your back. You feel both my hands wrap around your thigh to the back of your knee. You feel more oil on your calf as I continue massaging down to your foot. You feel my cock through my shorts touching your butt cheeks as I massage your leg.

I work my way back up to your shapely ass and pour more oil onto your glistening ass. I look as your panties are almost invisible due to all the oil. 

You again feel me working myself down your right leg repeating the same process as before with your left leg. You clench your butt muscles at the feel of my cock rubbing on you.

I feel you moving under my weight and watch as you getting more excited as to what you can feel. Knowing my cock is straining against you I continue massaging your leg while watching your butt plug move inwards and outwards with every clench of butt muscles.

You feel my hands coming back up your legs and feel me push on the butt plug firmly as I work my hands back up to your sweet ass cheeks.

I lift up the waist band of your panties and pour more oil down the crack of your ass. I then run my hands back under the fabric and turn my head towards you and ask if you're enjoying this so far.

You respond with a shallow "yes".

You feel my thumbs work down the crack of your ass again and this time you feel my thumbs go under the plug to your rim of your anal cavity. You push your ass upwards to the feel of my thumbs and bury your face into the bed deeply. This touch makes you squeal a little. You feel as I push your rim inwards and you start bucking at my gentle pushing.

I ask if you like this. I watch as you nod your head into the bed. I slid my hands out from under your oil soaked panties and continue massaging your lower back. I gently get off your back and swing my leg over to the other side. I rub your back firmly as I work my way off from the bed. Looking at your shimmering body makes me so excited.

You turn your head at me as I get off the bed with a beautiful smile on your face. Your eyes tell me that you are in heaven. I lean forward to kiss your cheek and gently kiss my way to your lips. We lock lips and you moan in enjoyment.

I break our kiss and lean over and undo your wrist restraints. I walk to the foot of the bed and undo your ankle restraints. 

I return to the side of the bed and lean over to roll you over to your back. As you turn we lock lips and your wrap your arms around me. I feel your oily arms having troubles staying still on my bare back.

I lay you back down on the bed and we break off our kiss. I pull your slippery arms back over and refasten your bounds. I go back to the foot of the bed and loosen the tethers to your ankle restraints and reattach them to your ankles. I tighten the tethers up spreading your legs wide apart again, watching your oil soaked crotch. I smile at the sight of your rabbit poke out of panties. 

Again I straddle your body but this time I am on your pelvic region. I can feel your rabbit rubbing against my ass. I slide back a little more knowing I am pushing it into your clit. I watch your facial expression as I do this. I smile down at you and your return the smile of pleasure.

I grab the bottle of oil again and pour a puddle onto your torso just above your stomach. I reach down and try and move the puddle up towards your chest. With both hands I massage the oil up under your breast.

You breathe deep at you await my hand to touch your breast. You think to yourself how you've been waiting to finally feel my hands in places you want them.

I work my hand just around the base of your gorgeous mounds and up to your chest. I pour more oil in between you firm round breast and watch as it runs down towards your stomach. Working the oil to your cleavage I push at the meaty flesh of your breasts deeply. I watch as your chest goes in and out from your breathing. I know I am teasing you from what you want the most.

Slowly I work my hands up to your chest and to your neck. I rub oil onto your neck and throat and just under your chin. I then go to the tops of your shoulders and work the muscles in your arms all the way up to your hands.

As I move up your arms I release weight from your pelvic area and rock back and forth knowing I am slightly touching your rabbit. I watch the expression on your face as I know it must be teasing your clit.

I move back down to your shoulders and continue massaging your chest, down your cleavage to your pulsating abdomen.

You look at me and ask me to touch you more.

I respond with a smile and continue massaging your stomach. I kneel up and put my body between your legs so as not to lose contact with your body. I pour more oil onto your pubic region and move my hands over the front of your oil soaked panties moving each hand to an upper thigh I reach my thumbs up under your leg openings and work the oil into your shaved pubic region. I feel your swollen hood that has engulfed your rabbit and clit.

You raise your pelvis upwards as I touch your hood. You moan loudly from the feeling your get from my thumbs.

I massage the oil into downward on the outside of your pussy lips, putting pressure between my thumbs and your vibrator buried deep in your pussy. I try to keep control of your pelvis that is beginning to tremble. I work my thumbs under your pussy and between asshole. I hear you moaning louder from my touches.

Moving my hands to your left thigh I massage your leg down to your foot. Going back up your leg I go slowly as my hands make their way back to your pubic area. I graze my hands over the end of the vibrator and start massaging your right leg all the way down and back up. 

As you feel my hands getting closer to your pussy you raise your hips. You feel the rabbit teasing your clit and moan louder.

I make my way to your inner thigh and move my hands up towards your stomach massaging the oil into your soaking panties and pubic area. I rub the extra oil up to your chest and lean upwards to your wide open crotch. Feeling your rabbit on my stomach I gently push it as I start massaging your breast. I work the oil slowly up your beautiful breast while gently squeezing them.

You moan louder as you feel my finger work around your breast and slowly make their way up to your nipple. You feel me firmly grasp each nipple and massage them and tug them upwards. You feel your clit being pushed at with the weight of my stomach and push your hips upwards to make the vibrator go deeper into your pussy.




Her Weekend to Remember Ch. 02



I continue tugging at your enlarged nipples as making sure I don't pull off their new found rings I placed on there before. As I release them they fall down, but stay fully erect onto of your beautiful breast.

I bring my hands back down your breast and continue deeply kneading them. I then move my hands to your upper chest and lean forward more feeling your oil soaked body sliding under me. I work my hands to your shoulders and up your neck.

As you feel me sliding up your body with my hands caressing your neck you push your pelvis further upwards to feel my bulging cock through my shorts on your leg. You moan harder as you feel my fingers make their way to the back side of your ears. You flinch when you feel my fingers gently touch your earlobes.

I continue massaging your ears and work on your face softly. I make my way to your slightly opened lips with my fingers and you dart your tongue out to meet them.

You lick my fingers and taste the oil. You suck in one of my fingers as I lean closer to give you a kiss. You feel my weight bearing down on your delicious oily frame. You let go of my finger to kiss my mouth eagerly.

I return the kiss and draw one leg up closer to your wide open crotch, just barely touching your vibrator. I reach down with my left hand and find the wires connected to your love holes. Slowly I turn on the action of the rabbit. I feel the toy vibrate at my knee.

You dart your tongue deeper into my mouth as you feel the rabbit tease your clit. You then feel a vibration coming from your ass and you raise your hips higher and try tightening your butt muscles tighter to feel your plug vibrate deep from your back side.

We lay there for minutes, sliding together in our oil soaked bodies. I feel your body quivering and shaking from the different ranges of vibration I have in my control. 

You break our kiss moaning even louder than before. I knew you were close to an orgasm. Your hips start thrusting upwards. Your moans turn into screams.

I kneel up between your legs and watch your belly pulsate from the feeling you have deep within. I watch through your oil soaked panties as your rabbit does dances on your clit. I see your thigh muscles trying to tighten as you near your orgasm.

I then turn all your toys onto high and watch as you flood a giant load of pussy juice out from under the fabric and it gushes out with such force it opens the leg openings of your panties and drips down your thighs to the oil soaked bed.

I slowly turn off your toys and you collapse from the tremendous orgasm you have always wanted. I slid back up to your beautiful face and kiss your sweet cheeks.

I wait till you have caught your breath and ask if you need a break, or would you enjoy some more attention......

To be continued...



Her Weekend to Remember Ch. 03



Saturday Afternoon

In a soft voice you look into my eyes and tell me you want more attention.

I respond with a gentle kiss on your lips and raise my body off from you. As I get up I look down upon your beautiful oil soaked body and smile. I reach over to the corner and grab one of the cameras and focus it on your face and pan it down your body.

You blush as you see me filming your exposed body, but you start getting excited as you think of how much theses cameras have already seen.

I grab the tripod for the camera and set out to exit the room. 

You lay there exhausted from the morning activities and look at the clock to see that it is nearly noon time. Trying to focus on what has happened that you know of you feel your pussy and ass tingle from excitement.

A few minutes later I return and grab my trunk from the other side of the room and exit with it.

You watch as I exit the room with the trunk. You wonder what could be inside. Thoughts run through your mind as to what I could be up to. You hear noises in the living room. You try to listen carefully as you know you hear the sounds of what you think is plastic. You then think you hear sounds of metal. You start wondering what it going on in your house. 

You close your eyes resting a little bit from this morning's adventure. As you lay there you feel coolness flowing over your exposed body, but you feel warm inside from what could be happening in the other room. You feel your breasts swelling from anticipation. You squint down wards and see your nipples almost growing larger. Closing your eyes again you think of how you are letting someone you never knew do things to you now that you've never let anyone do before.

I walk back into the room and look at what I have done to you. Your body is glistening in oil. You look so beautiful laying there spread out for me. Walking over to the footboard I remove the camera from the post. I then walk around the bed and get another camera and its tripod. I start walking out of the room and I see your eyes open and look at me.

I tell you that I am just setting up the afternoon activates.

You smile and ask me to please hurry, because you want more.

I continue out of the room thinking how much fun this is going to be. I finally found a woman that wants to be used, but pleasured.

A few minutes later I return and sit on the edge of the bed. As I sat down you flinch a little. You look at my bare chest and see still have some oil on me from earlier. Smiling you wished you could free yourself and just have your way with me.

"Now I have to get you ready for the next adventure" I say. I am going to free your ankles, but I need you to co-operate with me." 

You nod your head.

I get up and go to the foot of the bed and release the tethers on your ankles. I then undo your ankle restraints and let your ankles free from their bonds.

Your legs close slightly, but you stop when you feel your toys begin to move inside. You think of how much you'd like to close your legs, but you also love the attention I am giving you and you know you want more so you don't want to do anything that would ruin your good time.

I reach up and pull the sides of your waist band to your panties down slightly. I ask you to lift your hips for me. As you do, your panties start sliding over you oil soaked hips very easily. As I start pulling them down, I gently close your legs. I watch as your rabbit buries deeper into your swollen hooded home. I see your toys start to disappear into your thighs as I get your panties further down your legs. 

I look up to see the look on your face as you feel your toys get moved around inside of your love holes. You feel as I move your panties down to your ankles. Feeling me pull them off you tighten your thighs to feel the love you are getting from both ends. 

I return to the edge of the bed, but facing away from your face. I run my hand onto your thigh and slightly pull you leg open. I push the other leg open a little more. I then run my hand up your thigh to your vibrator and gently I twist it.

As I twist it you have the urge to try and closing your legs a little. You feel as the rabbit teases your clit from side to side. Then you realize that I am pulling your toy out of your throbbing pussy. You moan from the feeling as you pussy tries to hold onto it deep inside. You feel ever bump as I pull it out of your pussy.

I watch as your juices continue dripping from around your vibrator as I pull it out. I see your muscles contract as you try and hold it deep in you. As the tip leaves your pussy I hear you moan, it sounds more like a moan of sadness. I bring it to my nose and smell the sweet fragrance of your pussy juices emanating from it. I slowly turn to face you with your toy in my hand.

You smile as you see it dripping with your juices and oil. You begin to lick you lips.

I bring the tip to your tongue and you meet it with pleasure. I watch as you roll your tongue over the tip. You try leaning forward to taste it more. I slowly push it towards your mouth and you continue licking your juices from it, closing your eyes and moaning. You let the tip of it enter your mouth and slowly suck it into your mouth.

I watch as your cheeks collapse from the sucking you are doing to the vibrator. I watch as you lean your head back and I help guide it with you. You begin sucking it in all the way down until the rabbit is touching the tip of your nose. You start sucking it in and out of your mouth as if you were giving a real blowjob. Your moans increase as you pick up rhythm.

I feel movement on the bed and look down to your waist and see that you are starting to hump the air with every in and out motion of the vibrator. I then notice you are also squeezing your ass cheeks getting your plug to help fuck your ass.

I start tugging your toy from your beautiful lips and you try resisting me. I finally pull it from your mouth and I see you slump from disappointment of not being able to get off again.

"Don't worry, we have a whole weekend for more of that" I tell you.

You show a little frown, but you still keep your beautiful smile going.

"Okay, I am going to undo your hands and I want you to remember, NO TOUCHING" I tell you.

Nodding again you say "I promise."

I reach up and undo your wrist. You slide your arms down. I then stand up, and then I instruct you that you may sit up.

You push your upper body up with your elbows and look at your body still covered in oil. You notice that between your legs is a puddle of liquid and know that is a mix of oil and your pussy juices. You sit straighter up and feel your new plug being pushed deeper into your ass. You think what a great feeling this is, but it's not as good as when you had your pussy filled as well.

I help slide your legs to the side of the bed. Sliding them I see the massive pool of fluids. I slide you closer to the edge and let you lower legs hang over the edge.

You look down confused as to why I would be putting these on you after I just got done taking off your oil soaked ones. You wonder why I don't clean off the oil before doing such a thing. You help me get them up to your knees, when I stop.

I explain that I would like you to stand up, but to be careful because your legs maybe weak after almost 15 hours of being spread.

You slide from the bed and touch the floor with your feet and notice there is plastic on the floor leading all the way out of the room. You think I must have thought of everything.

You grab the top of my shoulders to help steady yourself as I slide your new lacey panties up your legs. You feel your legs wobble as you try to release pressure from my shoulders. I then ask if your feel good enough to stand now. After you nod that you are okay, I stand up next to you.

You look up into my eyes and tell me I am handsome and would love to have me right now.

I tell you that I still have more plans for you, and that you can have me later.

Smiling, you reach over and wrap your arms around me tightly. With my tall body you feel my cock, still hard, pressing against your stomach. You think of how much you'd like to touch me right now, but you think about the promise you already made. 

I hug you back and smile down to your head knowing you can feel my cock through my shorts. I kiss the top of your head and break off our hug.

Breaking away I reach down and grab your hand. As I start walking out the door you follow.

Watching where you place your feet on the plastic so you don't slip you find I guided you into the living room. Looking around you see I have plastic on almost everything. 

You look around the living room and notice I have the three cameras from earlier on tripods facing the center of the room. You look and see the TV is on. On the TV you notice 4 panels, 3 of the panels you realize are from the cameras that I have mounted in the room and the forth is looking down the length of your bed.

As you look in the center of the room you notice a long bar on the floor. Attached to the ends of the bar you see some leather cuffs. You look directly over that and see a similar bar suspend from a pulley on the ceiling.

I walk you towards the center of the room, stopping near the waiting bar on the floor. I turn you as to face the TV and watch to make sure I have you in perfect view of you on it. I take your hand and raise it up to the bar suspended above you and I cuff it to the end of the bar. I then reach and pull your other hand upwards to the other side. Making sure ahead of time that it wasn't too high your hands aren't far from your head.

As you watch me securing you to the bar on the TV, you think of how beautiful you look totally exposed onscreen. You look at your beautiful breast sway as I move your arms around. You then watch on the TV as I bend over and secure one ankle to the bar on the ground. After you see the first ankle secured you slowly spread your legs apart as you knew I would be securing the other ankle. 

As you stand there you feel the oil still dripping down your body. You feel your feet sliding in the plastic on the floor, but you try to remain still by pulling on the bar over your head.

After securing you to your new spreader bars I walk out of the room and return a minute later with the fourth camera. I place this on low to the ground in front of you and aim it upwards.

You watch the TV as I adjust the other cameras. You see one focused in on your beautiful firm breasts, another one is capturing your entire front side, another is focused at your bald and wet pussy, and beyond that you can see the stopper of your anal plug you're your wide spread crotch.

After I adjust the cameras I pull a covered table over closer to you. I then go to a laptop controlling the cameras and set it to rotate on the screen. Looking over, I watch as the picture from each camera is now full screen and rotating from one screen to another.

You get excited as you watch yourself on the TV. You then see me move down in front of you and feel your legs being spread further apart. You see the monitor as I am spreading the bar out to its furthest point. Almost slipping you pull yourself up from the swing bar overhead.

After I lock the bar in place I pull at the bar gently to make your feet touch the floor. I stand up in front of you and tell you that you will be okay. I then walk to the wall and release a rope I secured there and pull it. The rope is connected to a pulley that is connected to your upper bar.

You feel your arms being raised further over your head. As you watch the monitor you see yourself almost being stretched out. Then you feel your body almost being raised off the floor before the pulling stops. You think how uncomfortable this is, but at the same time you think how great this experience is feeling.

Walking behind you I reach around you and give you a gentle hug. Watching the monitor I see my arms just below your breast. I reach my hands up and squeeze your firm mounds. I feel you breathe deep as I squeeze them and I feel your legs almost come off the floor. I lean down and whisper to you that if this is to uncomforting that you need to let me know.

"It all hurts, but I want you to use me" you respond. 

Thinking to yourself of how excited you were getting being kidnapped, almost fucked to death and now being stretched out. You try to focus on me, but you feel my cock pushing against your lower back through my shorts. You keep watching the TV and see what could be happening next. You see the screen of me massaging your breasts, you think how get it would be if I would suck on your enlarged nipples.

I work my way up to your nipples and gently run circles around them. I feel your breast growing as I tease my way around your areola. I reach your nipples and roll them in my fingers gently, and then I begin rolling harder.

You moan in delight as you feel me squeeze each nipple and roll them around. You feel as I try pulling them out further and further from your chest. Your moans are louder with every tug. You try watching me on the monitor when it comes by; you notice your nipples are larger than ever before.

I stop playing with your nipples and slid my hand down your stomach. I pull you closer to me knowing you can feel my manhood straining to break free. I watch the monitor as your face tells me that is what you would want the most right now. Sliding my hands further down I reach your beautiful shaved pubic region. I slide each pinky to your clit ring and push it into your body.

You react by pushing your ass closer to me. You feel my pinkies twirl around your clit inside your hood. You look at the monitor to see my fingers work their way down to your open pussy. You gasp as they gently go over your love opening. You watch as they start getting wet from the dripping juices from your pussy.

I run my finger between your legs to the base of your plug. I push it in and feel your body quiver from the feeling. As I release pressure I feel it follow my fingers back out, I in turn start pushing it in and out of your tight little ass.

You watch as your plug is pushed deeper into your ass and think how great this is feeling. You have never felt something inside your ass like this before and could never please yourself like this. You start thinking how great this feels and wonder if it would get better.

I slowly move my hands back to your pussy and part your pussy lips with my fingers. I put a lip from each side between my ring and middle finger and gently squeeze them. I work my index fingers around your pussy opening. My fingers slide around easily from your wetness. I feel your pelvis trying to thrust forward wanting my inside of you.

You start asking me to fuck your pussy. You feel my fingers close to being in your wide open pussy. 

I tell you that your pussy is going to get all the attention soon enough. I work my fingers back up past your clit and to your belly. I step away from our embrace and walk around to your front side. I look at your beautiful glistening body. Reaching to your breast I hold them up and feel how firm they are.

You look down to see me raising your breast upwards. You look at your nipples and love seeing them sticking out further than you can remember.

I push both breasts closer together until your nipples touch. I lean forward and stick my tongue out and lick the tips of them. I hear you moan as you feel my tongue touch you. I then begin circling my tongue around each areola. I feel the rubber nipple rings with each pass of my tongue.

You beg me to suck on them. You start breathing harder as my tongue gets closer to each nipple. You feel me massaging your breast in a manner of trying to milk them. You lean forward sticking your tongue outwards towards your own nipples.

I know this is driving you crazy so I raise your left breast up for you to lick your nipple. I continue running circles around your other nipple. I see you drooling on your nipple trying to get it in you mouth. I hear you begging for more.

You feel me release your right breast and slide my hand down your torso down to your upper leg. You continue trying to lick you nipple. You then feel my hand go inwards of your thigh and up to your pussy.

Cupping your pussy with my palm I stretch my fingers out and inwards of your plug. I feel you move as I apply pressure. I then bend my index and ring finger and place them at your love opening. At the same time I push your plug inwards as far as I can and thrust my bent fingers deep into your spread open pussy.

You grab the bar and pull yourself up and feel your feet come off the floor. You feel me helping you lift your body up as I direct your nipple into your sweet mouth. You Moan loudly, but suck your nipple in deep. You roll your tongue around your nipple and feel how large the rings have made them. You wished I would be doing this to your other nipple. You bite down around your areola and begin to suck. You feel my fingers deep inside of your pussy and pushing the plug deeper.

I release my pressure and allow your feet to go back to the ground. I spread your pussy out and place my middle finger in your glory hole with the others. I continue licking your breast, but start working my way down your torso very slowly. Looking up I see your cheeks caving in and out from the sucking of your nipple.

You bite harder as I release the grasp of your breast. You drive yourself crazy as you tease your nipple in-between your teeth. You feel my hand slide down your side and back to your ass. You feel my hand reach your plug from the backside. You try sucking harder on your nipple as you feel me push your plug in deeper, but as I push the plug I thrust my fingers deeper into your vagina and you gasp so hard you drop your nipple and thrust your head back from the deep pleasure.

I make my way to your clit ring and flick it around with my tongue. Kneeling down I hold your bar down with my legs. Working my fingers in and out of your pussy and playing your plug, I feel you pulsating. I see your belly tense from the feeling you have below it. Bending my index and ring fingers I search for the magic g-spot. With my middle finger I search deeper for your cervix. I touch your cervix and you let out a scream of pleasure. I suck in your clit ring into my mouth and I feel you pulling up on the bar.

You start screaming for more. You feel the weight of me holding you down as you wished you could wrap your legs around me. You feel my tongue dance around your ring. You start begging me not to stop. You feel my two fingers have found a spot you haven't felt anyone find before and start thrashing to their touch.

Holding you closer to my face so you don't move away I suck in more of your swollen clit. I continue touching your cervix watching your belly tense up with each touch. I feel the inside of your pussy working with all my fingers building up more pressure as I explore.

You start glance at the TV and see my hands working your crotch. You see juices flowing from my fingers. You start feeling something you've never felt from deep inside of you before. You realize you are about to have an orgasm better than the one you had earlier.

I hear your screams and breathing have changed, and I feel your muscles building more pressure. I push my fingers deeper into your pussy and with all three I start massaging your cervix. I feel your inside compress my fingers inside and know you are almost ready to blow.

You start violently trying to thrust yourself closer to me as you feel your pussy filling up with pressure. You then feel my fingers slowly going out of you. You look at the TV just at the right time to see your pussy blow and streaming orgasm out with my hand. You watch as I quickly release your clit and place my mouth over your pussy to drink up your sweet juices flowing from you. You tense up a little more to watch more juices miss my mouth and shower my face. Feeling more excite at the feeling you are feeling at this moment you continue the same muscle control for more flowing juices.




Her Weekend to Remember Ch. 03



I move my full mouth of your juices away from you. Standing up I watch as you start slowing down on the flow. I lean toward you and swallow some of your juices. I then lean towards your lips and kiss you. As our lips meet you dart your tongue into my mouth and I hear you moan as you know that in my mouth is your sweet sex juice.

You try curling your tongue to suck the juices into your mouth. Loving the taste you moan. You feel my hand release pressure from your plug in your ass and my other hand starts massaging your pussy. You feel my hand massage your juices all around and upwards of your torso. You feel the other hand reach your pussy and rub your swollen pussy lips and clit as the other reaches your breast and I work the juices all over your nipple.

I break off our kiss with more juices still in my mouth and suck on the nipple you were awhile before. Letting your juices flow out onto your nipple and breast, I then lick my way to the other breast to coat it also with more juices.

You start relaxing as I am no longer playing with your pussy but have worked up to your breasts. You lick your lips trying to get all the sweet taste of your own juices from your mouth.

After I have emptied the rest of your juices onto your breasts I stand up and lean to you and ask you how you tasted.

Finishing licking your lips, you respond "I have never tasted so good and would love to taste more."

"I can arrange that if you'd like" I say. 

"Would you fuck me, please" you say.

"Don't worry. We will get to that. But right now you are going to get nothing but attention" I respond.

I walk to behind you and you look at the monitor to see your pussy lips and clit look swollen from all their attention, but you know there is still more to come. You look down at the floor to see a giant puddle of your juices. You then feel something touch the back of your knees.

I slide a chair covered in plastic behind you. I tell you that when I start lowering your arms that you may sit in the chair. As I go to the release the rope securing you up you start sitting in the chair.

As you sit in the chair you feel your plug go deep into your ass. You feel your arms become very light as they are lowered to your lap with the bar. You start feeling the plastic being cold on your oiled up body, but you know that there will be more warming up soon. 

I walk out of the room and come back in a minute. I hold a bottle of water to your lips and say "go ahead and drink because I want you to cum like that a few more times and if you don't have any fluids then I can't drink you either."

Smiling you gladly take a drink of the water. You feel it wash down your dry throat and into your stomach. You swish some of the water in your mouth to help get some more of your sweet nectar taste to arise.

"Please be comfy as we still have more fun to go" I say with a chuckle and grin.

To be continued...



Her Weekend Treat, Or Was It Her Tr



Wow, she has a voluptuous butt, I thought as Irene was getting into the tub. Not to mention sexy plump, ripe breasts. I had to leave the bathroom and allow my girl to bathe.

My girl knew I was having adults thought about her, by my lustful gaze. She flashed me a naughty smile as she lathered her breasts. She was proud of her long thick auburn and grey hair. 

I let out a little moan as I thought of that sexy voluptuous angel in the tub. I wanted to give her own big bottom a playful smack to make it jiggle as she entered the tub, sigh but I resisted. 

Then when she was finished, I stood at the door admiring her as she left the tub. She could feel my eyes on her. I turned to smile at me and get a look at the greed in my eyes. 

I watched Irene get dressed in her white bra, white garter-belt, then covering her shaved womanhood and sexy plump posterior, a knee length skirt and white blouse. Oh lord all I could think about was ripping her clothes off except for the garter and hose, beating her sexy voluptuous behind till it was nice and red, then raping Irene's sexy white bottom. But today was her day to visit the used book-store, her weekly treat.

I took her to the used book-store. I opened her side of the truck for her. Irene stepped out of that truck with the grace of an angel stepping out of a stretch limousine. I watched as the skirt swayed over her white, sexy and thick legs.

I stood the at the counter and simply admired her sexy body as she walked in and out of the isles. Then she returned to the counter, pretending not to know me "Sir," she said, "I was wondering if you could help me. I was hoping to buy this copy of "The Story of O" but I seem to have forgotten my wallet."

"Oh my goodness," I gasped. "Do you need to borrow a few dollars?"

She laughed, "No, Sir, no," she said, "I am always doing this and I never seem to learn to remember important things."

"But young lady, what can I do for you? I don't see how I can help," I said.

"I was hoping you might spank me," she said and looked at me and the cashier to catch my reaction. "Sir, it is the only way I ever learn anything, I'm afraid," she added.

I gasped and fell silent, looking at my girl's plump posterior as she turned to give us a better view. I wondered why she didn't just get the book; I could have enjoyed this at home. Oh, well, I will enjoy this. 

She dropped her purse and quickly fell to all fours, my girl's sexy voluptuous bum jiggling and shaking as she gathered up her things, with her apologizing for being so clumsy. I stood up and fixed her little skirt, patting my big bottom a little to give them the right idea.

"Y-y-y-ou want me to spank you? I-I-I'm not sure," still pretending not to know her, I said, "this is a public place and that would be very embarrassing, I would think."

She pouted a little and said, "True. But I would be ever so grateful. A few good smacks on my bottom is the only way I ever learn anything. I guess I'm just a silly girl with a big rear end that needs to be spanked sometimes. I was hoping you might help Me." she paused for a moment to assess our reaction. "Do you handsome gentlemen like girls with really big bottoms? My butt is quite big, you see." she turned around and pointed my huge, heavy rump right at us and patted it a few times to make it jiggle as she continued to pout. She could hear me gasp.

"I suppose I could give you a quick spanking if you think it might help you," I said quickly, before the clerk volunteered.

"Oh, thank you so much, sir," She said softly. "May I bend myself over your knee? I think it is where I belong," she said teasingly, and waited for my answer. 

"Please, miss, as you say," I said as I patted my knee and waited for her. She slowly crawled over my lap and bent myself over my knee, offering us a view of her voluptuous bum as I placed my hand gently on her big bottom.

"My, but you certainly do have a very fine backside, miss, "I said as I let my hand rest on the biggest curve of her jiggling butt. "Shall I lift the skirt over your bottom, or should I spank you over your little skirt? I want to do this right, "I said, still pretending I did not know her.

"I think you should raise my skirt and spank me firmly right on my big butt," she answered. 

I slid my girl's skirt over her fine, voluptuous, shaking rump as I gasped softly. I paused to enjoy the sight of my girl's plump rump slightly exposed around her cotton panties and vulnerable. 

"Shall I proceed? I am ready if you are ready, "I said sweetly as I patted her big sexy, voluptuous bottom gently a few times.

"Yes, I am ready, sir, and thank you for generously taking a moment to give my poor, silly, big bottom a good spanking."

She felt my hand rise SMACK! She shrieked a little. My hand rose again and fell with full force right on the fattest part of her plump butt as she yelped again. I could feel the meat on my voluptuous backside jiggle with the force of my slap. 

SMACK! 

Everybody in the store was watching now and laughing, giggling, and making comments. "That is one big bottom!" "Her big butt certainly needs to be spanked!" "Look how her huge bottom jiggles when she gets spanked!" And other comments like that.

I lifted my hand repeatedly and smacked her butt over and over again, making her voluptuous bottom shake and jiggle with every one of my slaps. I kept going, building in intensity, as she gasped and moaned with every smack. She began to thrust her huge butt out a little to meet my commanding hand as she heard and felt the wonderful SMACK, SMACK, again and again.

Finally I finished, breathing hard and a little out of control as I again rested my hand gently on her big, voluptuous jiggling bottom and caressed her stinging rump as she squirmed and moaned. The people all laughed and some applauded as they went back to shopping for books I continued to caress her voluptuous stinging bottom as I said, "How are you doing, miss? Did this spanking help you? I hope I helped in some way." I was breathing very hard and sweating while I enjoyed the sight of her voluptuous, shaking butt. 

She smiled through her gasps. She got up and kissed me softly. She was braver now and placed her hand right on her giant, jiggling bottom as she kissed me again and slightly moaned in my ear.

"Thank you for a wonderful spanking, "she said to me, "You are the greatest Master, Daddy."

She gave me a slip of paper; the customers thought it was her phone number. The note read, "Thank you Dad, your girl already owns the book, she just saw the way you look at her. She loves you and the way you look at your girl. Thank You For Being You"

The End



Her Wet Lips...and My Hard Cock



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Her White Master



Janet was a black slave living in the twenty-first century. She was owned, but not bought. It was her choice, her lifestyle, and she would live no other way. 

Carl was her Master. He was middle aged white man living in the suburbs of Atlanta. He was divorced with two kids. Janet wasn't his first slave. He had many in the past fifteen years. He would keep a slave for a year or two, then release her. They all knew this before they put on his collar.

Janet wasn't his first black slave. But he didn't pick them by color. He knew what he was looking for in a slave, and usually got what he pursued. At 46, he was beginning to feel like he needed more stability. Someone to live with. Could Janet be the one? She was certainly beautiful with her dark caramel skin and her dancer's body. But too young for him at 24. He knew that soon he would have to release her. 

They had met on a bdsm cruise. At the time he had another slave under contract for a year. She did a few poly scenes with them on the boat and ashore. It was Tess, the slave, who suggested to Janet that she should let Carl train her. Janet had always been attracted to older white men. The idea of a contract intrigued her. She was working on her Master's degree in psychology at Emory, and while wanting to be owned, at the same time she didn't want to be tied down. There was much in the world that she wanted to experience.

It had been two weeks since their last adventure. She was getting ready for the long drive into the mountains to his cabin. She was allowed to wear only a robe and shoes until the reached the gate of the property. Then she would drive nude down the quarter mile drive. He would be there waiting for her. She never knew quite what to expect. His only pattern was unpredictability. Her mind flashed back to other meetings. Her pussy was damp with naughty thoughts. And still she was an hour away. The wait was almost unbearable. At last she drove through the gate and threw off the robe. He was waiting at the end of the drive. She got out and kissed his boots, then laid her face against them. 

"Hello slave. And don't speak. It's such a nice day we are going to play outside for a bit. I have something to set up. It won't be long," he said. 

She felt like she had been tied for hours. But it had only been thirty minutes. Her back was getting sore from the irregular pine bark. Her hands were tied around the tree as she sat at the base. Her weight kept the butt plug deep in her ass. The three-foot horsehair tail attached to the plug was pulled forward in front of her. Her legs were shackled with an eight inch heavy chain connected to leather restraints. She wished for the irons, but they left abrasions and he wouldn't use them except on special occasions. She was blinded by a full leather hood, and thankful that it was a cool spring day and not summer. At times she could hear him passing in and out of the cabin. Other times she could feel his eyes on her body. 

She felt his footsteps around her. He was a massive man who once played some college football and still made an effort to stay in shape. She was 5' 8", but felt like a child next to his 6'4" frame. She felt two large fingers working into her wetness. They could feel like a cock, and he had fucked her that way at times, driving her to orgasm after orgasm. He pulled off her hood, and stuck his cock deep in her mouth until she gagged. 

"Good afternoon, slave, it has been two weeks since I've seen you. Has it been a long two weeks for you?"

"Yes, Master, it has been an eternity, how may I please you?"

"In many ways as always, slave. Let's get you untied and in the cabin."

He attached a six-fool leash to the collar and led her across the grass. She struggled with tiny baby steps to keep up with him. He got behind her as they got to the steps in case she fell as she hopped up the six steps. He opened the door for her. Once inside, she dropped to her knees and kissed his feet. 

"Get that ass up in the air," he said.

She knew what was coming next. She wasn't an anal virgin before she met him even though his huge cock made it feel like she was. And gentle wasn't in his vocabulary when it came to ass fucking. She cried the first time. It wasn't until the third time when she could get past the pain enough to enjoy it. Now she craved it like nothing else.

"Damn, slave, you have one fine ass. What is its primary function?"

"The same as your slave's mouth and pussy. To suck the cum out of Master's beautiful cock," she replied

"What is its secondary function?"

"To be Master's favorite target in the entire world," she replied. 

"Ah, you please me with your answers, slave."

He crouched over her and popped the large mushroom-shaped cock head into her tight ass.

"Now fuck my cock till you cum and then stop."

She moaned as she pushed back taking all nine inches. Then she began a rhythmic dance, moving her hips to a primal beat, squeezing her outer sphincter around his hot cock. The initial pain gave way to pleasure. She was taking it all deep within her bowels on each stroke. He grabbed her by the hips, pulling her hard each time she pushed back. She moaned loudly into the quiet country air. His cock felt so good inside. Filling her as no one else had. She wanted his cum deep in her ass. Her pussy was drenched and her clit throbbed.  He could tell by her contractions that she was fighting back the orgasm. He slapped her bottom hard.

"Cum for me, slave."

He felt her ass squeezing and releasing around his cock as she trembled, moaning and groaning as her fingernails raked against the cold slate floor. Then she went still as he began to fuck her ass roughly. She braced her hands against the floor as he pounded deep inside her, pushing her entire body forward with each stroke. He fucked like a beast, moaning each time his pelvis slapped against her round ass. His cock was like a slick piston, driving in and out of her puckered hole. 

"You want my cum, slave?"

"Please Master, shoot it deep inside me."

"Oh yes, I'm going to cum."

Right before he came, he pulled out of her, and shot his white cum all over her chocolate back. He rubbed it into her smooth skin. He removed the restraints and chains from her legs. 

"Crawl to the bathroom and prepare to clean me. Later I have a surprise for you."

She cleaned him all over with a sea sponge and liquid soap. Then he left her to clean up herself. He had to prepare the table. The dining room table was oak, eight feet long and very sturdy. First he covered it with a large tarp. He had cut rope to the desired length so that it would run under the table, then up to her restraints tying her securely to the table. He also had two sections of rope with snaps that would hold the rope until she was fastened in. 

Janet walked in looking curiously at the table. She was used to being tied to the brass bed. 

"Get into your play gear, slave."

"Yes, Master."

She placed the restraints on her wrists and ankles then secured the play color around her neck. Dropping to her knees, she lowered her head and waited for his next command. He pulled upward on her dark hard nipples until she rose. 

"I have a new plaything, my slave. It was very expensive. Didn't get much change back from my thousand dollars," he said.

"Really? What is it, Master?"

"It's a surprise. Something I want you to experience before you see. Hop up on the table and lie on your back."

He placed the blindfold around her neck and pulled it tight. Next he put a bit gag in her mouth. It was on an elastic band so she could push it out with her tongue and at least mutter her safeword. The ropes snapped into place on her restraints and she was bound to the table. He went to the freezer and pulled out the nipple clamps. They were huge clamps six inches long that clamped like pliers then screwed down to the desired gap. Her nipples were so large that normal clamps were useless. She reacted to the coldness not knowing if it was hot or cold for a second. He tightened it down until she cried out, then backed down a few turns. Then he did the same to the other breast. Then he stepped back and viewed her. Her shaven dark lips were slightly parted from excitement revealing the most beautiful pink. He ran his fingers over her slit feeling the wonderful wetness. He pushed a down pillow against her ass.

"Raise your hips, slave. This is not for your comfort. I just need that wet pussy to be a little higher."

He went into the bedroom and returned with the fucking machine. It looked like a toolbox, but with a steel rod sticking out the end. Attached to the rod was an eight-inch dildo. When turned on it was capable of delivering a five-inch thrust. Around 180 thrusts a minute, or three every second. At the lowest setting it fucked at 30 thrusts a minute. And it never went soft or got tired. 

He placed it between her legs carefully lining up her waiting pussy. He turned it on slow and glided the silicon dildo into her tightness. The speed could be controlled with a remote. He lit his pipe, and sat down to watch the show. She was into it right away, pushing her hips to meet the trusts. It was much quieter than he imaged. He could hear her moans as he slowly cranked it up. As soon as it hit high speed she started to cum. She had so many orgasms it almost seemed like one continuous one. She had never experienced female ejaculation before, but the cum was forming a puddle on the tarp, and soaked the pillow. After thirty minutes he cut it off. And mercifully asked if she was ready for the real thing. 

To be continued. 



Her Wild Oats



As I watched my wife's open mouth fill with piss, I wondered how much more about her I didn't know, and where our relationship would go from here. This day had shown me several new inclinations on her part, each one incrementally more surprising, but this; this wasn't just the next step up; this was a leap to another planet! But as I had at each new revelation thus far, I was erotically charged at her willingness and desire to participate in such wild behaviors, and my cock sprang back to life as her mouth closed, and she swallowed while the stream of piss splashed onto her momentarily closed mouth, coating her face. When she was done she immediately reopened and refilled her gaping maw.

Her eyes were wild with passion and desire, wide open and sparkling wet. She panted through her nose, and her breasts heaved as the stream dwindled and sputtered, and finally stopped. She closed her mouth, swallowed again, then took his dripping, semi-hard tool into her mouth again, sucking him. The piss had rinsed some of the semen off her face, but the remnants gleamed in the harsh light, leaving sparkling wet trails where they dripped from her eyebrows and nose. It was the nastiest, sexiest and dirtiest thing I had ever seen, and I had never expected she was capable of tolerating such debauchery, never mind participating enthusiastically.

After five years of marriage, enjoying the fulfillment of a loving and sexually satisfying relationship, we had taken a break from our working lives for an anniversary vacation. I had expected relaxing in the sun and endless, passionate sex, away from the cares of our everyday lives, but had never dreamed of anything like this. I stroked myself casually as the guys around her began forcing their cocks into her mouth. She took them in turn, her mouth empty only momentarily as she switched from one to another, her hands busily stroking two others. Occasionally she would stop and hang her head back like a baby bird on the cue of one of the guys, who would launch another blast of cum across her face and open mouth, coating her extended tongue. She would swallow what she caught, proudly wear what she didn't, and go right back to sucking and stroking cocks until the next ejaculation. Men moved in and out of the circle as they finished, or returned for more.

This was her second round through these guys, only now she was dripping in piss as well as cum. She had already fucked a few and sucked off the rest in the first round. And she showed no signs of stopping. I had gotten concerned a couple of times when I thought they had treated her too roughly, or done something that was too far out. But each time she rose to the challenge, and took it further than the guys expected. Clearly there was more to her than I had ever suspected despite her occasional references to her 'wild oats' phase before meeting me, but overall, despite my momentary misgivings, I was full in for the rest of this ride. Earlier I had actually been the first one to shoot in her face, while she was riding another guy's cock, and it was one of those hesitant moments for me, having never given her a facial before. It flashed in my mind that she might object and become angry, and the night's adventure would come to an ugly halt. But no, she took it all, mouth open, and when I was done, she called for more, in the dirtiest language I had ever heard her use.

"Fuck, yeah, cum in my face! Fucking cum all over me like a fucking slut, Come on, boys," she called out, "who has more cum for me?"

This had all started this afternoon when, while looking for a secluded spot on the beach, away from the crowds, we had stumbled on the clothing optional area, and I got my first surprise. Her eyes lit up, and she grabbed my hand as I was about to turn back. "Come on," she urged, "let's do it; It'll be fun!" So I followed her, resisting a little because I thought I should, but inwardly feeling excited to see how she might act. 

I got my next few surprising insights within the hour. The first was watching her strip off her top, still standing, in full view of assorted naked folks scattered around us. As she unleashed her proud, smallish breasts and her perfect nipples, I noticed they were erect, and I understood that she was excited to be stripping in front of strangers, in public. Before I even had my shirt off she was slipping the bottoms off, still standing, and her beautiful shaved pussy was exposed for all to see, tan lines and all. She didn't blanch as she applied sunscreen to her white spots, either.

As if getting naked in public wasn't enough (and it clearly wasn't) she surprised me more by not hiding herself when folks walked by, and even commenting on the bodies of men and women she saw. I could tell she was excited by how she looked around, gawking and saying hello to everyone who passed. A pair of guys who passed more than once, attracted by her friendly tone, stopped to chat, and she just laid there, naked, allowing them to gaze at her. Then another surprise, she complimented them!

"You boys have very nice cocks," she told them, "I'll bet you keep the girls happy!"

I was so stunned I could barely breathe, but thrilled at this heretofore unknown woman who I married. Where had she been hiding? Her openness and carefree attitude was really turning me on. When they left, she turned to me, and noticed my full erection.

"Whoa, look at that!" she erupted, "what happened there?" She narrowed her eyes and kidded me. "Don't tell me those nice boys' cocks turned you on like they did me?" She wasn't deriding me or teasing that I was gay; it was all in fun.

"No, it was you, and your reaction to them," I confessed. "I've never seen you like this."

"I told you I sowed some wild oats before I met you, you know that," she hinted. 

"Sure," I replied, "but I never experienced your wild oats before."

"Honey, this isn't wild." Her eyes narrowed a little more. "But if that little bit does that," she said, pointing to my throbbing cock, "then you better strap yourself in." 

My head swirled, imagining what she might mean. "You got turned on by those guys?" I asked, and was not prepared for her response. Another surprise.

"Are you kidding?" she asked, sitting up and turning her legs to me and opening them wide, showing me her pussy. "Did you see those beauties? Who wouldn't get turned on? Look how wet I am!"

The afternoon continued like that, her saying how much she liked the cocks of her visitors. Those first two boys returned with some friends, and soon there was a group of people, three couples and four single guys, all hanging out with us, all nude, and mostly younger than us and very good looking. Her effusive appreciation and good nature made her a natural attraction, despite the fact that we were a few years older than the rest. 

She regaled them with stories of nude sunbathing in her youth, and joked with me about how hard my dick was seeing her like this, in front of everyone. When some of the other guys became hard, she made sure to point it out and comment.

Then, for my next surprise, she invited the entire group to our room! She recommended that everyone go back, shower up and grab some adult beverages and meet up at our place. One of the single guys offered his instead, as it was a suite he was sharing with his buddy, who was sporting a full erection. She agreed, as did the rest.

In short time we were on our way to their suite, and arrived to find most of the beach group already there. I had it in my mind that we might see some of the couples pairing off and maybe witnessing some sex, but more surprises awaited me. When we walked in, one of the girls was on her knees in the middle of three guys, sucking one and stroking the other two, and I was barely in the door before my wife was naked and on her knees next to her, helping her suck cocks! Holy shit! My dick grew to full size immediately, and I stepped right into the circle, presenting my cock to my wife, but the other girl got to it first. So there I was getting blown by this young hottie, and watching my wife switch back and forth between two other guys. Seeing her mouth wrapped around their fat shafts, and witnessing her enthusiasm, it made my head spin! I thought that it couldn't get any hotter or more surprising.

Of course, I was wrong again. 

My shock went to another level when she pulled off the guy's cock she was sucking and laid on the floor." Somebody fuck me," she yelled, and before I could get my cock out of the mouth of the girl in front of me, a guy was between her legs, and driving into her. I stood there dumbfounded with my mouth hanging open as he slipped his dick into her shaved pussy, and she grabbed his shoulders and made him ride her hard. The other guy she'd been sucking, not to be left out, knelt by her head and she took him back into her mouth without hesitation. I was so stunned at my wife's comfort level of having two cocks that I couldn't concentrate on what the lovely young lady was doing to me with her mouth until she stuck a wet finger up my ass. Another surprise for me.

Just as I was getting close to cumming, she pulled off and switched to another guy who had stepped into her circle. Still thinking that there might be a chance that this was beyond the bounds of my wife's past 'wild oats', I thought I should see if she was alright. But as I moved towards her she reached up and grabbed my cock, stroking it. I watched drool spill from her mouth as she blew the guy across from me, her tits bouncing as the guy fucking her lifted her hips to drive himself deeper. She pulled off the other guy's cock to shout out to her fucker.

"Oh, fuck yeah," she said through gritted teeth, "gimmee that cock!" The guy pulled out and pulled her arms up towards him as he lay back on the floor, and she squatted over him and dropped herself down on his shaft. The guy she was sucking stood up faster than I could move, and she took his cock back in her mouth in a flash. I didn't even realize I was jerking off until I felt myself cumming, and stepped to her face.

As I said, I had a flash of anxiety, as I had no idea how she would react to taking a load in her face, seeing as I had never done anything like that with her before. I needn't have worried, apparently; as the first blast hit her cheek she pulled off the other guy's cock and opened her mouth, her tongue out flat in what seems now like a practiced move. The other two guys cheered as she took my hot load across her face and tongue, and when I finished she looked at the guy she was sucking, she was holding his shaft, and called out for more.

She took him back in her mouth, stroking his shaft vigorously, and he came in her mouth. She let most of it drool out down her chin, to spill onto her breasts. One of the other girls came over and started licking it off, and sucking her tits, and the guy she was riding began grunting, and thrusting up into her, and she grabbed the girl's head to her chest as she cried out her climax, and the guy under her filled her cunt with his load.

I was momentarily spent, and found myself in a daze, sitting on the couch, naked, with a drink in my hand, and watched my wonderful, sexy wife dish out one surprise after another. She pushed the girl onto the floor and sat on her face, pulling her hair and making her suck the cum out of her. Girl-on-girl sex, I thought. Those must have been some oats! What an erotic thrill! Later I saw her return the favor! And another surprise, she licked the girl's ass! This wasn't the woman I remembered marrying, but I'd be damned if I wasn't married to the hottest woman in the world!

So, like I said, I was in for the whole ride, and I watched my wife and the other two girls work their way through every guy there as many times as they could get back up. I had cum three times by the time I saw the guy piss in her mouth, and I got hard again, but couldn't cum, and I went soft again. I fucked one of the younger chicks; that was hot, and another one blew me, and swallowed my load. Both were exciting, and I'd do it again in a heartbeat, but sitting on the couch, watching my wife finishing up sucking off a bunch of guys she just met, her face streaked with cum and her body dripping piss, I had to wonder what other surprises she had in store for me. 

I felt my dick stir. I could hardly wait to find out!



Her Wild Side



The bathroom was completely full of steam. Melissa could not see anything as she stepped out of the hot shower. She found the bathroom door and opened it to release some of the steam. The steam slowly cleared and Melissa took a deep sigh. She felt so much better for a hot shower and had soaked her muscles so that they relaxed.

It had been a hard week at work; she was a lawyer and always so serious. She felt so relieved that it was Friday night finally and she could let her hair down literally. As she looked in the mirror before her she could see the stress melt away and what she was left with was a beautiful woman with gorgeous long red curly hair. It covered her boobs and lay so beautifully against her body. She thought to herself that she was going to definitely leave her hair down. Just then lost in thought about her hair her phone buzzed. Melissa walked into her bedroom and picked up her phone. It was a text message from her boyfriend Zane. He was confirming he would meet her at her favourite bar 'Sexy' at eight. She looked at the clock and felt a slight panic as she realised it was already seven.

Melissa rushed back into the bathroom and started sorting herself out. She thankfully knew what she was going to wear, she had been thinking about it all week. Her job insisted she was conservative so she always went the complete opposite at the weekend but still sophisticated. She liked the sophisticated look and thought it was very sexy. There was no need for a bag tonight and as she looked in the mirror she felt satisfied with her look. She rushed out the front door and flagged down a taxi.

As the taxi pulled up to 'Sexy' she could see Zane sitting at the bar waiting for her. Melissa entered the bar and Zane's eyes lit up. All he could think of was how beautiful she was and how lucky he was to have her. She looked so sexy in her black leather skirt and smiled to himself as it came just above her knee but was pleasingly tight. He knew her pert arse would look amazing. She was wearing a beautiful maroon shirt that he could see through and underneath were her ample breasts just fitting into her bra. He loved her breasts; they were easily a good handful and for her tiny frame a damn good size. Her beautiful red curly hair was loose and wild and definitely gave the impression she was up for having some fun. 

Melissa walked up to Zane and leant against his body and kissed him tenderly on the lips. She looked deeply into his eyes and whispered, "You look very sexy and mysterious". Zane ordered a bottle of champagne and together they made a toast that tonight was the night. It was finally time to go outside the box of their relationship and spice things even further. The excitement between them was growing every minute and was making them both so horny.

Zane had met Melissa at this very bar six months ago and they had instantly hit it off. The one thing Zane really loved about Melissa was that she had a job that was respectable and she came across as a sweet innocent woman. However, nothing could be further from the truth. Melissa was a dark horse and had a very wild side to her. The relationship was far from being boring and often there was an adventure/experience to have. 

The reason tonight was so special and full of excitement was because Melissa had suggested they have a one off threesome. She loved Zane and knew he was the one for her and therefore felt safe that she could reveal a secret. Melissa had a desire within to have some fun with a woman. She was comfortable with her sexuality but she wanted to feel a woman's tongue on her, in her and kissing her. It was about a month ago when Melissa had told Zane this and to her delight Zane was more than happy to oblige. 

Melissa looked round the bar, she knew what look she liked and what would turn Zane on. As she sipped her champagne and looked across to Zane he was smiling and slightly hard already. She giggled and reached down and gently stroked his semi hard cock. They were sitting at the bar on stools so being discreet was a must. Melissa continued to sip her champagne and then she saw her. There was a woman in the corner of the bar sitting on her own. She had lovely long brunette hair, very delicate feminine features and was slightly tanned, a very natural glow about her. Melissa's eyes slowly scanned down from her face to her ample boobs. She was wearing a deep pink silk dress and her nipples were poking up against the material. The dress had tiny straps and Melissa licked her lips as her eyes continued to move down this woman's slender body. Her legs were long and slender. As Melissa's eyes scanned back up to this beautiful ladies face she met the ladies eyes. There was a hunger in them and a naughty smile.

A few moments later Melissa picked up her champagne, turned to Zane and said, "wait here and don't move!". Melissa walked over to this goddess and could already feel her body stir. She knew a beautiful thin body with good size breasts would make her weak at the knees and make her breathing deepen. Zane looked behind him and followed Melissa. To his delight she had found the most beautiful woman in the bar, after Melissa of course. He could see exactly why Melissa had chosen her and within seconds he was getting hard. Just thinking about what was going through Melissa's mind turned him on more than he thought possible.

Within seconds the mysterious woman was moving over to make room for Melissa. The mysterious woman beckoned Melissa to sit next to her by patting the space next to her. Melissa smiled and obligingly scooted across the long seat and sat up close to this beautiful sexy woman. "Would you like a sip of my champagne?" Melissa seductively asked. The woman instantly took the champagne and sipped slowly whilst continuing to look at Melissa. The woman seductively lipped her lips and whispered in Melissa's ear "that was nice and I would really love to lick it off your body". Melissa gently stroked the ladies arm with her finger and could see the hunger growing in her hungry eyes; she leaned forward. "I have just four questions. 1) What's your name? 2) Do you find me sexy? 3) Have I made you wet? And 4) Do you want to have a threesome with my boyfriend and me?". Melissa took another sip of her champagne and waited excitedly. "1) My name is Tanya. 2) You are stunningly beautiful and exceptionally sexy. You scream sex appeal. 3) Give me your hand". Melissa obeyed and gave Tanya her hand. Tanya lifted her silk dress and led Melissa's hand slowly up her inner thigh. She took one of Melissa's fingers and stroked it against her silk thong. Melissa instantly got wet herself at the touch of this goddess' wet pussy. "You have made me very wet and I am hoping to make you as wet, and 4) I would be delighted to have a threesome with you and your boyfriend. I really want you though". 

Zane was sitting watching the two of them and had gotten so hard when he saw this mysterious woman take Melissa's hand under the table. He couldn't see what was going on but he imagined she was allowing Melissa to touch her. He was getting so turned on. He liked the idea of having a threesome but actually he was more turned on by the image of Melissa with this hot sexy tease and them touching each other. He suddenly realised that Melissa was walking back to him with the most hungry and happy smile. "Grab your coat; we are meeting Tanya in the hotel next door in five minutes".

The hotel had a large double available on the top floor with an amazing view of the city below. Zane had ordered some bottles of champagne and was waiting in the room for Melissa and Tanya. He was so excited and was setting up the video camera so that he could capture every moment for both him and Melissa. A few minutes later Melissa led Tanya into the hotel room and introduced Zane. "I would really like to video you both but if your not comfortable ...". Before Zane could finish his sentence, Tanya had unzipped her dress and turned so Melissa could take it off. Zane pressed the record button and Melissa looked full of excitement and hunger.

Melissa stepped towards Tanya and pulled down the straps of the pink silk dress. To Melissa's delight there was no bra and a deep pink silk thong. She turned Tanya around and smiled hungrily at Tanya's bouncy breasts. They bounced so freely and were so inviting. Melissa gently stroked the side of Tanya's left breast and then circled her nipple. Her nipple got harder and Melissa could no longer restrain herself. She took Tanya's nipple in her mouth and circled her nipple with her tongue. She gently sucked the nipple and it got harder in her mouth. Tanya let out a light moan of delight. Melissa stood before her and knew she was getting wetter by the second. Tanya moved towards Melissa and put her arms around her waist; she unzipped Melissa's skirt and pulled it down to the floor. As Tanya started slowly rising she stopped momentarily at Melissa's pussy, she could smell the most heavenly scent and see that her red knickers were getting wet. Tanya gently licked the top of her knickers and could taste her wetness lightly on her tongue. As Tanya continued to move upwards she lifted Melissa's shirt to reveal a maroon bra. She again reached round her and unclasped her bra. Melissa's breasts bounced freely and were much larger than Tanya had realised. "You are beautiful," Tanya whispered. 

Zane was capturing every moment on video camera and loving every second. He didn't mind that he was not involved physically. Instead he was involved in the sense that he got to enjoy this beautiful scene playing out before him. He was getting so rock hard, his cock was pushing hard against his jeans and he couldn't wait to put it into Melissa's hungry pussy. Her pussy would be wet from Tanya turning her on and that made Zane even more turned on.

Melissa leant up close to Tanya, their breasts squashed up close to each other. Tanya gently at first kissed Melissa on the mouth and then hunger took them both over and they kissed passionately. Melissa sucked Tanya's tongue and then played with it using her own tongue. Her hands were moving towards Tanya's arse and grabbed her pert arse with both hands. They couldn't get enough of each other. Zane could see that Tanya was so turned on. She had pushed Melissa up against the hotel room wall and was hungrily kissing Melissa. She moved down to her breasts and played with her pert nipples in her mouth. Melissa was moaning and her breathing had got quicker. She was feeling so wet.

This was so exciting Melissa didn't know what Tanya was going to do next. She loved that Tanya was taking control and didn't know what to expect; the unknown was such a turn on. Tanya stroked Melissa's pussy and could feel her wetness through her knickers. She took a big mouthful of her knickers and could taste her wetness on the material in her mouth. It was making her even wetter. She loved that Melissa was allowing her to take control and thought that Melissa probably didn't even realise how beautiful she was. Tanya had seen her as soon as she had walked into the bar and had instantly felt her pussy stir with hunger. 

Tanya moved Melissa's knickers with her finger and gently licked her pussy. She opened Melissa's legs apart and told her "don't move. I want you pinned against the wall and I want to drink you". Tanya started circling Melissa's clitoris with her tongue; she then sucked it and could taste Melissa's juices. This was amazing but I want more is all Tanya could think. Tanya stuck her tongue deep into Melissa's pussy and started licking her juices out of her and into her mouth. She tasted so good. Tanya hungrily said, "I want to feel your clitoris get larger and I want to feel you come because of me. I am going to make you come so hard and want more". She started licking and sucking Melissa's clitoris. Melissa could feel her body responding and her clitoris getting engorged and her whole body wanted to orgasm. She wanted to orgasm in Tanya's mouth and have Tanya drink her juices again. Melissa looked over to Zane and could see he was enjoying this and thankfully capturing this all on video. That was good as Melissa could watch this again and again.

Just then Melissa realised that her breathing had quickened and her whole body was starting to shake. The orgasm was building up so intensely and before she knew it she was moaning from deep within and she could feel her cum flowing. To Melissa's delight Tanya stuck her tongue deeply inside of her and sucked her wetness into her mouth. Before Melissa had time to recover Tanya pushed her onto the bed and ripped her knickers off. She smelt Melissa's knickers and immediately opened Melissa's legs wide apart. She looked upon her clean, wet pussy. Melissa's pussy was glistening with her own wetness and Tanya engrossed herself into Melissa's pussy. She started sucking and then licking her clitoris so quickly that it only took Melissa seconds to cum. Tanya was so hungry and loved the deep groans Melissa was releasing.

"Lay down on the bed, I want to sit on your face and smother you in my wetness". Melissa didn't know where this desire came from but all she knew is that she wanted to have Tanya covered in her wetness and completely breathing and tasting her pussy. Tanya did as she was told and happily pulled Melissa's pussy onto her mouth; her hands pulled Melissa even deeper into her mouth. Tanya felt like she could stay with Melissa's pussy on her face forever. She tasted so amazing and had the most beautiful pussy she had ever seen. Her hands reached up and could feel Melissa's breasts bouncing and her nipples were so rock hard. This made Tanya so wet that her silk thong was completely soaked with her cum. Melissa was enjoying every minute and looked at Zane as she said "move the camera to the head of the bed so that you can see me cum, I am not going to be able to last much longer". Zane did as he was told. He moved the camera so that he could see every movement and reaction from Melissa. She suddenly started shuddering and moaning more deeply than he had ever heard her. She was grabbing onto the headboard and to his utter delight pushing her pussy onto Tanya more and more.

Melissa collapsed on the bed. The video camera was still rolling. Zane moved to Melissa and kissed her hard on the mouth. "That was amazing and you looked so hot. I am so fucking hard baby". Zane moved back to the camera and said continue. Tanya took her thong off and handed it to Melissa so that Melissa could smell it. Melissa held it up to her nose and was pleased that Tanya had enjoyed everything as much as she had. Tanya lay down on the bed to catch her breath and Melissa opened her legs and started rubbing her clitoris. She could feel Tanya's wetness underneath her fingers and started rubbing her clitoris rhythmically. Melissa leant down and kissed Tanya passionately on her lips and hungrily. Within minutes Tanya was shuddering with delight at her touch and getting lost in her kisses. Suddenly Tanya was cuming and breathing deeply whilst still kissing Melissa.

Zane couldn't wait any longer; all their fun had been such a turn on that he wanted some fun now. Melissa stepped back to make sure the camera was capturing everything. Tanya unzipped Zane's jeans and pulled his boxers down. As Tanya did this Zane took his t-shirt off. Tanya was pleased to see his body was muscular and his cock certainly was rock hard. She took it into her mouth deeply and Zane moaned in response. She started rhythmically sucking his manhood and cupping his hanging balls at the same time. Zane was gently rocking before her. She was so engrossed in what she was doing that she didn't feel her knees upon the floor. His cock was so huge in her mouth and in fact her mouth only jut fitted around his cock. She could feel him getting harder in her mouth and quickened her pace. Within minutes Zane started pushing her head towards him harder and then suddenly the orgasm that was surging through his body was released into her mouth. He moaned so deeply and was delighted to see Tanya swallow and lick her lips clean.

Melissa was surprised at how turned on she was seeing her boyfriend pleasured and how hot it had been watching Tanya. She kissed Tanya deeply, tasting Zane's cum. She looked hungrily into his eyes and growled "Zane fuck me hard". Tanya made sure that the video camera was filming the whole thing. Zane pushed Melissa onto the bed, kissed her deeply and then rolled her onto her front. He pulled her up onto her knees and thrust his rapidly swelling cock into her wet pussy. Her pussy felt warm, wet and hungry to be fucked. Melissa could feel his hard cock thrusting inside her and making her groan. Just then Tanya came forward and started kissing Melissa. Melissa was going to cum any moment; her pussy was being pounded doggy style and Tanya's kisses were making her get totally lost in the moment. Zane could feel his orgasm surging through him and the sight of Tanya kissing Melissa and turning her on even more made him even closer to releasing his orgasm. Within seconds his orgasm was surging through his cock and Melissa could feel her orgasm surging through her at the same time Zane's cum was exploding into her. She was screaming into Tanya's kisses from this intense orgasm. 

Zane pulled slowly out of Melissa. She rolled over onto her back and spread her legs so that he could see his cum dripping from her pussy. Tanya walked over to him and kissed him hard on the mouth. She then turned to Melissa and ran her finger through the cum as it trickled from her fucked pussy. Slowly and with her eyes fixed on Melissa she licked her finger clean, then kissed her hard on the mouth and with a giggle said good night. With that Tanya was gone. All that was left was Zane, Melissa and the video footage of the best night they have ever had.



Her Wildest Fantasy Fulfilled



This is a story about how a woman fulfils her most dramatic sexual dream. The woman is Charley Williams who has featured in two of my previous Literotica efforts. I introduced her in "From Physio to Gigolo," where she played a minor part and then developed A Black Night in New York around her.

She liked hard sex. Raw sex. Dirty sex. 

She was a screamer, a moaner, a scratcher and a biter. 

She liked pain. Both giving and having. And she liked marks, trophy marks. On her and on her lovers

There'd been numerous times when she'd sat in the boardrooms of major companies or the conference rooms in banks, lawyers or accountants in her prim banker's suit, naked underneath, with big, red suck marks over her breasts, pinch and scratch marks on her body and fierce stripes across her ass from a cane or hand.

She was ambitious and adventurous and wanted new experiences and fresh kicks all the time.

But that's exactly what she didn't have. The time. The time to find partners. The time to get to know them and to build the sort of relationship that led to great sex of the sort she wanted. 

But then highly successful career women often don't have the time for many things. And Charlotte Mason was very successful and exceedingly career minded. A girl had to be to have got to a Senior VP position in the M & A department of one of the world's top banks at the age of 33. And she had to be doubly career minded if she was to become the first MD of an M & A department of a major bank. That was Charley's ambition, her aim and her objective in life. Everything else was subservient to that. Even had she believed in it that would have included love. It would also include traditional relationships, flirting, getting to know men and being seduced. All that just took far too long. She could arrange the takeover of a multi billion pound company and earn millions for the bank and thousands for herself in the time it usually takes for a man and a woman to progress from.

"Hi how are you I'm Charley?" 

To

"Yes, yes, yes. Fuck me hard right now."

So she cut corners. She dispensed with traditional relationships, did away with typical "boy meets girl" situations and cast aside the conventional ways that young women meet men.

Charley purchased her pleasure. She bought her sex. She paid men to fuck her. 

There was no real need but now she preferred to and it did, she readily admitted to herself, added to the kicks, gave her more buzz and greater sexual satisfaction. Had she been more patient, been willing to take her time then she would have been able to pick and choose her partners. 

She was bright, as a 2:1 from London implies, was attractive in a slightly hard-looking way, a little like Madonna in Evita a man had rather pleased her by once saying and she had a great toned and very fit body from daily work outs in the gym. Her position at the bank gave her all the trappings of a high-flying banker's life-style. Nearly a million pounds last year in salary and bonuses, an almost limitless expense account, first class travel, limos on demand and a Porsche Carr era , hardly used in the underground car park of her London Docklands £2 million apartment. Some would say she had it all and in many ways she did. But she didn't have the time. And in any case where could a girl who was working six and seven twelve or more hours a day a week meet anyone? Sure there were the businessmen, lawyers and accountants with whom she worked but the maxim of never fuck a client was instilled firmly in her from her ambition to get on. Also did she really want someone on the circuit as it were to know the inner secrets of her sexual desires and practices, she asked herself receiving a resounding no for an answer? And, in reality, she rarely met anyone else. Ok she'd occasionally have a little fling with a colleague who was well outside her inner circle and yes when travelling she might meet a guy on a plane, in a hotel lobby or airport who was on the same sort of heavy travel regime as she and they'd end up screwing each other but they were the exceptions rather than the norm.

Her first male escort was arranged by a female colleague in New York.

"Oh shit C I use 'em all the time. I'll fix it for you," she'd said. True to her word her friend had and that night Charley paid for sex for the first time in her life in the Pierre Hotel. 

The first e-mail she saw on her laptop when she opened it up after he'd gone was from her friend. It simply said

"Call Maxine on 212 378 5419 any time. She'll get you the satisfaction I know you'll have had this evening whenever you want it."

She'd started using "male escorts" in London when a friend recommended a young Australian physio who "did extras."  Charley visited him at the  clinic where he worked and although he satisfied her with his hands he refused to fully service her as she demanded in fear of them being caught.

"But I do visiting massage," he'd told her.

They had a very energetic and vigorous series of fucks that very evening including one on the balcony of her apartment under the stars!

Although she continued using the visiting massage agency that Matt grew from just him to having eight or nine male physios and a number of girls as well she also found other sources where she could indulge her whim for buying sex. 

She'd developed a network of agencies over the last few years in New York, London, San Francisco, LA, Frankfurt and even as far flung recently as Mumbai, Sydney and Beijing. So almost wherever she went sex was available if she wanted it. And usually she did.

In the cities she visited more frequently and for longer periods, especially New York and London, the agencies got to know her and her tastes quite well. She only had to say.

"The usual please," to Maxine in New York, Shirley in LA or San Francisco and Matt or Fiona in London, and they'd know the score.

A guy in his twenties with a good body. Muscular yet slim. Any excess weight was strictly taboo. Fairly bright and sophisticated enough to not be out of place at the top hotels. He'd have to be able to cum three or four times in quick succession and be prepared to be bitten and scratched. He had to have the instinct to know how hard to be with her and just how far he could go with sucking, scratching, pinching and sometimes spanking her. He'd need to know where he could leave marks and where he shouldn't, how much to kiss and make love to her and how much too simply just sell her sex.

But sometimes she wouldn't say, "the usual please." No sometimes she decided to experiment or to respond to one of the agency's suggestions.

She'd have a man and a woman for the evening having sex with both at the same time as her interest in bisexuality grew. She'd have two men and occasionally two women so she could experience threesomes. She'd order someone whose job was to spank her and after that someone she could spank. There were times, especially in Germany, where she got into mild BDSM and S & M although she did find much of the dressing up and the rituals faintly ridiculous and that detracted from her excitement and pleasure. In New York and in LA she bought big, black men and revelled in riding on the ends of super-sized cocks realising that size, when used properly, really could make a difference.

"Ms Mason may I advise you of a new service we have just started," the refined voice of Fiona the newish contact at the London agency she'd been using, very successfully, for the past few year or so, had asked when she'd called and ordered a young stud to visit her that evening.

"Yes of course."

"Well it is a very personal service indeed and one that is only being offered to our best customers."

"OK fine," Charley replied a little curtly her attention span being somewhat tested by the plumy voiced woman.

"Well if I could give you a website to visit that you'll need your password to our site with the number 78 on the end, then you can find out all about it. Is that ok?"

"Yes fine, thanks Fiona. So Greg'll meet me at the hotel at nine right?"

"Yes he'll call you on your mobile when he's in the foyer."

"Great bye then and thanks."

Although it was unnecessary from a work angle Charley was staying in one of the suites the bank kept permanently in several London hotels They never knew when a big client might need to use it or when their own top brass or senior operational staff like Charley might have to work late and thus stay over. After a scare from one escort that had visited her apartment and had returned uninvited another time she no longer as she, rather cavalierly had when she first used escorts, entertained them at home.

It was only seven, which was quite an early end to the day for Charley, when she strolled out of her office, along the plush corridors of the Merger and Acquisitions department of the bank, down the lift and out into the autumn air of the City. The buzz, noise, excitement and general mayhem of the traffic and the crowds of big cities never ceased to amaze and stimulate Charley. She strolled towards the Bank where she planned to get the DLR to Canary Wharf from which she could walk to her stunning apartment. A light snack, shower and change of clothes and then she'd get a cab to Mayfair and be at the hotel well in time for Greg's arrival

He was a new arrival on the agency's register and came highly recommended from the female owner who claimed to test out each of her new young bucks. She had personally called Charley having got to know her when the business was smaller and she was the contact of all the clients.

"He really is right up your street Charley I promise you," Maggie had oozed down the phone. "He fucks like a rabbit and cums like a London bus."

"And how's that?" Charley had asked smiling at the enthusiastic slightly cockney tones of Maggie.

"You know, nothing for a while then three in succession."

Charley had some time so she undressed and popped an M & S pasta dinner into the microwave and then showered quite quickly. She dried her short, dark hair that at work was brushed flat into a conservative bob style, not unlike Hilary Clinton's. She applied lots of gell thus enabling her to spike up her hair into a trendier and, she thought, more appropriate style for the evening's events. She was feeling really tarty and sluttish from thinking of what lie ahead for the evening so she hunted through the floor to ceiling wardrobes in her dressing room for an appropriate outfit. 

She rarely had time for going shopping so she bought most of her stuff on the Internet and that gave her the opportunity to indulge herself in some purchases that she would probably have never seen in the sorts of shop she'd go to. She had simply masses of underwear ranging from beautiful, dainty French lace numbers to a range of PVC stuff she'd bought on impulse and had never worn. She had practically every fashion of panty and bras, several basques and camisoles, suspender belts, waspies and bustiers that took her already slim 23 inch waist down to miniscule proportions making her hips seem more voluptuous and her 33 B boobs seem huge.

It was she knew full well rather pathetic really. Owning all these sexy, off duty clothes and erotic underwear that she never had time to wear most of the former and used most of the latter to, excite her paid lovers. How ridiculous she though but then rationalised it by saying to herself. 

"What the fuck I don't want lovers or husbands just an MD title!"

She slipped on a pair Agent Provocateur boy shorts that were so thin and flimsy that there was hardly anything to them it but at a cost of nigh on fifty quid really was worth more than their weight in gold. She pulled out a pair of fashionably low-waisted trousers the waistband of which just about covered her pubic line at the front and the top of the crease in her bum at the back. Well that was standing up straight. Bending altered all that! They were made of the finest, almost gossamer, thin leather she'd had bought from the Fendi website. They'd been airmailed to her from Florence to try on and send back with marks as to where she wanted the trousers shortened to. A mini tee-shirt made from pure silk that ended a good three inches above the waistband of her trousers showing off her flat tanned tummy completed her outfit. She didn't bother with a bra but packed a pair of jeans and a shirt and sweater in a bag along with a change of panties to come home in, just in case things got a little rough and any of her clothes, as they had several times got torn.

Ready apart from the touch of make up she normally wore and painting her fingers and toes she went into the lounge. Seeing her personal laptop, the one she used for accessing web pages and sending e-mails she wouldn't want the spooks at the bank to see she remembered the chat with snooty Fiona. Booting it up and accessing the agency's site she popped in her username and password she flustered for a moment trying to recall the number she had to add on then popped in 78.

"Fulfil your Fantasies"

Filled the screen.

"No matter how wild, how outrageous and how fantastic we can do that for you."

The blurb went on. 

Charley read, quite fascinated, about some of the fantasies the site claimed to have fulfilled for their all female audience.

"Shit," she said to herself realising the time was nearly eight fifteen. Plugging the PC into her G3 mobile that she used only for accessing the Internet and for her "undercover" life, hence giving Greg the number to call, she shoved the lot into her Mulberry holdall, shrugged into her ankle-length leather coat and went downstairs wishing she'd ordered a cab for around that area this time of evening they were like gold dust.

"Bollocks, I'll drive," she thought checking she had the Porsche keys with her.

It was actually quite pleasant cruising through a surprisingly quiet London in the powerful sports car that she had to struggle to resist opening up a bit along The Embankment and she got across town surprisingly quickly she realised as she turned off Park Lane at twenty to nine. 

Pulling up right outside the Inn on the Park she was quite sure that the doorman thought she was a hooker as she gave him the keys and said.

"Look after it for the night can you?" 

She was even surer he probably thought that when she pressed a twenty pound note in his hand as she clambered out the low car affording him a range of quite amazing views of her body from the front, side and back.

Greg was all that Maggie had promised. 

He was in his mid twenties. He was bright, talkative and good fun. He chatted easily, sounded good and looked good as they had a couple of drinks going through the charade of pretending this was a real date as opposed to a business arrangement. That, Charley had learned early on in her buying sex time, was needed by both parties. Maybe down at the bottom end of the hooker racket there was no pretence. There it could well be, pay the money, get, probably not all but some of your kit, off, fuck and leave. 

Up at the thousand pounds an evening level it was far from that. It was acted out more like a date. If the woman wanted it there was romance, there was kissing and cuddling and drawn out seduction. The escort took his time to get to know her, to make up to her, undress and then have sex with her. 

So they had a couple of drinks. He moved over and sat next to her and he kissed her, eventually. And Charley kissed him back.

"I'll get some more wine," she said getting up and walking over to the bar in the corner of the living room of the suite. The bar was fitted into a corner and alongside the wall next to it there was a floor to ceiling mirror. As Charley bent down and opened the fridge, that she'd asked to be stocked with white wine, she felt more than saw Greg behind her. Thinking that he was probably going to offer to undo the wine she started to turn. But before she could one of his arms hands suddenly snaked round her neck while the other went round her waist his hand pointing downwards so his fingers pressed right on her mound.

"Right bitch," he snarled pulling her backwards so her bum pressed against his crotch. "You've been showing out and asking for it all evening and now you're gonna get it."

As he said that he slid the arm round her neck downwards so his fingers found and squeezed her breast very hard while those on his other hand slipped into the low-slung waistband of her trousers..

"Greg what are you doing?" She asked sharply a little perturbed at losing control of the situation but also somewhat excited by his tone and the way things were going. 

"One of the other agency guy's I've used must have said something," she rationalised to herself, not giving any consideration at all to the possibility that he was serious. "Don't ask stupid fucking question," he said firmly pulling the front of her top up so that he could pull both of her breasts out.. 



Charley was squirming and struggling and turning herself from side to side. Greg though had held her tight as he'd pulled and squeezed her breasts and pushed his hand down the front of her trousers and inside her panties. The way he'd held her had stopped her looking in the mirror or turning round and looking at him. But as her struggles increased so she nearly broke free. Half turning just before he regained control over her she saw him in the mirror. His shirt was undone and he'd removed his trousers so was just wearing a pair of tight, white boxers and the open shirt. Despite the slightly scary feelings and the pain of him pinching her breasts she couldn't help registering how good he looked. His body was tanned and toned and was set off perfectly by the tight boxers.

"Hmmm, clever sod," she thought realising that it takes two hands to hold a struggling woman down. "And that doesn't leave many to get your trousers off," she continued thinking, suddenly wondering how rapists manage. "Probably don't bother," she found herself smiling.

Greg's gaze caught hers in the mirror and it was as if her seeing him made him mad.

"Stop staring bitch," he snarled, his hand on the back of her neck slamming her chest and face down onto the counter of the bar. Pressing hard on her neck he held her there with one hand as the other grabbed the waistband of her trousers that, due to her movements and position, had slipped down affording him a great view of her the crease in her bum. As he'd pushed her forward so her head had caught on the side of the bar and when he pressed her down her breasts were tightly squashed against the wood of the bar. 

Both actions hurt her and she wondered again whether this was for real. 

Maybe he's some form of psychopath that's somehow slipped through the close screening she knew the agency applied she wondered? Maybe this isn't playacting, maybe this isn't him going for the "hard sex" that she'd ticked on the recent questionnaire the agency had requested their clients to complete, "so we can cater for your needs," as they put it? Maybe this isn't pretend, maybe this really is rape, her shocked and puzzled, yet nevertheless sexually stimulated, mind mulled over as she felt his hand ripping the back of her tee shirt?

"God he is big and so hard and ready," she thought as she felt him thrust that against her at the same time as which his hand slid into the waist of her trousers at the back.

"Well slut, do you like the feel of that?"

She didn't think a reply was necessary until he yanked hard on her gelled, spiky hair and snarled.

"Well do you? Do you like the feel of my cock on your arse? Answer me you dirty cow."

"Yes, yes I do," she whimpered realising as she said it that it was the truth.

"And where do you want it?"

"Anywhere," Charley stammered as she felt her trousers being pulled down.

"Anywhere? You mean anywhere at all?" he asked shoving his bulge right against the crease of her bum that the yanking of her trousers had uncovered.




Her Wildest Fantasy Fulfilled



"Yes , er, no. No not anywhere. Not my bum, please." She almost pleaded for she had an aversion to anal sex with men she didn't know well.

"You don't want my cock up your arse?"

"No, no please I don't."

"Where do you want it then?" he asked pulling her trousers until they were half way down her thighs. 

He slid the length of his penis between her cheeks as he pinched hard on one of the beautifully shaped fleshy, but firm mounds.

"Owwww," Charley cried in pain.

"And such a nice arse," he went on lifting his hand and bringing it down hard on the other cheek to the one he'd pinched. "Such a lovely arse, such a firm arse. An arse that cries out to be fucked by my big cock."

The pain from the pinching and the several smacks he'd now landed on her bum was making Charley feel partly aching, partly very scared, partly aroused and partly wanting more.

She again felt rather than saw him push his boxers down but then her body leaped with sensation as for the first time she felt his naked cock against her skin. He was sliding it up and down her crack the bulbous end and side running right over the puckered entrance that he so wanted to invade and she needed so badly to protect.

"So where do you want it, slut?"

"In my pussy."

"Pussy? In my pussy? What do you mean. Use real words."

"Yes, yes I will, I want it in my cunt."

"What do you want in your cunt?" he asked thickly as she felt the lace shorts being pulled to one side.

"Your cock Greg. I want your cock in my cunt," she moaned realising with a jolt that she meant every word.

And hardly were the words out of her mouth than she felt his erection right against her pussy lips. It was then just a moments fumbling, a second or two getting the angle correct before with one strong thrust of hips he surged into her, his cock zooming up her cunt to the hilt.

"Oh God," she moaned as the sudden and deep invasion of her insides filled her with so many sensations and feelings.

"That's what you've wanted all evening isn't it?" He asked his hands, that she realised suddenly were no longer restraining her, gripping each of her hips very tightly. "Isn't it bitch?"

"Yes, yes, yes," she moaned almost outrageously squirming backwards on the pleasure giving cock that was starting to pound in and out of her. 

Pushing herself up Charley held onto the edge of the bar, her body bent nearly at right angles at her waist. Her torn top hung down, her breasts in this position as good as bare, her trousers around her thighs, her panties pushed to one side she created a wonderfully sordid and lasciviously lewd sight the view of which in the mirror serving to arouse and excite her even more.

"You want to look in the mirror?" Greg asked taking hold of her hair. "Well do you, do you?"

"Yes, Greg, yes I do." Charley panted back.

"You want to watch me fuck you, see my cock go right up your cunt do you?"

"Yes, yes, please"

Tugging so hard on her hair that he made her cry out with pain, he pulled her upright and turned the pair of them towards the mirror. 

"Look, slag, look at how you're being fucked rigid by me. Do you like it?"

"I do Greg," she answered truthfully the erotic sight making her feel even hornier.

"Then feel it and taste it," he growled suddenly slamming her against the mirror. 

That hurt her for he smashed her face against the glass and crushed her breasts on the mirror. Amazingly he was still in her and with her squashed against that full-length mirror he finished her off. The combination of all that had gone on had taken her near to a climax. The close up sight in the mirror of him screwing her as both of his hands, clawed and pinched her arse, tits and nipples put her right over the top,

Moaning and groaning, sighing and grunting she came. And she came and came and came. But he didn't. No Greg didn't cum. Her male whore held back. Her paid for escort refused her the pleasure and satisfaction of giving him a climax. Instead, he pulled himself out. Instead he turned her round. Instead he pushed her to her knees.

"Look at me slut," he ordered.

Kneeling there before him still partially clad in torn and dishevelled clothes, her make up smeared and running, her body covered in red pinch marks she looked at him. She saw him holding his cock, grabbing her hair, pulling her face towards it. She watched his hand pumping, his hips thrusting and his other hand pulling hard on her hair tipping her face upwards. She saw his cock start to spurt, watched the stream of sperm shooting from it and felt the splashes of the gooey, sticky liquid on her face and breasts and in her hair.

"No it will have to be in convertible bonds guaranteed by the holding company's ordinary shares with a discount dependant upon the number of days at risk," the tedious voice of the American accountant droned on as Charley sat in the plush conference room in London's Lower Thames Street. 

She was the lead banker on a massive take over that was nearing completion the day after her night with Greg. Doing deals always made her feel horny and the bigger the deal the hornier they made her feel. And this was a biggie, a real biggie. She'd known about this conference for some time but had prepared well and was sure that she wouldn't be needed before it so her morning was free. Hence last night's treat to herself.

Sitting perched on a chair at one end of the table her thoughts weren't on the technical financing and accountancy conventions. No they were on Greg and last night. As she sat there with the stuffy lawyers and boring accountants she could hardly stop herself from smiling at the thought of them knowing what she'd got up to with her male hooker. And even more at the thought of them seeing the trophy marks on her body.

Under the conservative Karen Millar black suit she was naked apart from a pair of black holdups that she knew they'd all think were tights. Her breasts and thighs were covered in red, suck marks that had now stopped hurting. Her bum also had numerous suck marks and the crescent shapes of fingernails that had been dug in too deeply. The main feature on her two pertly rounded cheeks, though, were the pink, inflamed marks where his hand, at first, and then her hairbrush, later, had spanked her for what had seemed like hours. 

The evening had, from Charley's viewpoint, been a great success. After that first session by the bar they'd showered and with a bottle of wine each, him red and her white, they'd gone to bed. They kissed and caressed each other as he recovered gradually becoming more aggressive and demanding. It was then that he started sucking the soft flesh of her breasts and thighs causing the red marks.

"Not my face or neck or beneath my knees," she'd muttered as he made the first mark.

"How about here?" he'd asked sucking strongly on the inside of her spreaded thigh.

"Mmmm lovely," she'd sighed rubbing her hand over his hardening cock and balls.

"And here?" he'd said as a sizeable lump of flesh was sucked into his mouth from her bum.

The deliciously suggestive wiggling of her bottom told him it was ok and he proceeded to cover each cheek and both her thighs and breasts in his version of love bites.

At that point they'd fucked again this time in the missionary position. He'd struggled his hand beneath her so he could grab her bum as he pounded his cock into her. He squeezed and pinched the soft cheeks so hard that she was alternating between moaning with the pleasure and groaning with pain. The combination though was one massive orgasm that just went on and on for what seemed ages.

She ticked the box with the sign "Group Sex." Then put 6 in the box that said "No. of Males," and 1 in that signed, "No of Females."

Charley was in New York for a meeting of M & A Senior VPs of her bank. She'd just checked into the Pierre after her easy daytime first class fight into JFK. Being Sunday the traffic in to the City had been fairly light so she now had the rare luxury of a complete afternoon off duty before the dinner tonight with the other thirty or so attendees at the meeting.

Since being told about the agency's new service of fulfilling females' fantasies she'd thought about it quite a bit and had gone into the password protected website that was linked from the agency's main site. She read how they would arrange for practically any fantasy to be fulfilled. Sex with another woman, or men of all descriptions, threesomes both mmf and ffm, and foursomes with even numbers of both genders. Reading on about how they could arrange for men with varying size equipment ,"up to more than one foot" as the blurb said, S & M, BDSM, water-sports and more esoteric stuff such as enemas, she became more and more intrigued by trying to fulfil her long held fantasy.

In the place on the interactive online questionnaire that read .

"Please briefly describe your sexual dream time," she typed

"Having sex with a number of men at the same time."

When she got back to her room, alone, after the dinner she immediately revved up her laptop and checked her private e-mails. Sure enough there was, as promised, one from the agency. She didn't, though, immediately open it. Instead she undressed. She was tired. The first night in the US after the long flight and the time difference is always difficult. More so when flying to the west coast but even to the east one had to take care not to go to bed too early or it could be the middle of the night when you were wide awake. 

Naked, she sat in front of the laptop, opened her inbox and accessed the mail from the agency. As it was opening she looked at herself in the mirror that was over the dressing table on which the PC was resting. Her smallish 33 B cup boobs were still showing the red marks although they were now less fierce than for the first few days after Greg had done them. As she looked at them and recalled him sucking so much of the flesh on her boobs into his mouth that it felt as though all of each breast was in there she could see her long dark nipples start to harden. As she remembered how she'd held him round the back of his head forcing his mouth harder and harder against the soft flesh so she couldn't resist touching each nipple in turn. Gently squeezing them for they still hurt where he'd bitten on them far too strongly she revelled in the sensations she was giving herself as she saw the laptop opening the mail from the agency.

Sprawled back in the plush, leather chair her hands caressing each boob and pinching and rotating each nipple she speed-read the mail that was advising her of the arrangements they'd made for her on the next Saturday evening. It was all and more she'd both asked and hoped for. 

She rapidly scanned through the basic logistics.

She was to come to an address just off The Portobello Road in Notting Hill at 5.00 pm. The Fantasy Suite had been reserved for her all evening. It would be amply stocked with booze. 

As she read on so the excitement welled up in her.

There would be up to ten men available with at least four with her at any time. 

"Oh my God," she gasped the enormity of what she was doing starting to hit her.

They would all be at least six feet tall, weigh between eleven and thirteen stone and none would carry any undue excess weight.

The group would be multi racial and would include at least four black men and two from the sub continent.

As she read how they'd interpreted her answers to the question on size, she couldn't stop a low moan escaping from her mouth or one of her hands leaving her breasts and snaking down her body to rest on her mound just above her clitoris.

"All will be amply well endowed," she read as she watched in the mirror her legs opening revealing the still quite prominent red suck marks on the insides of her thighs along with the pink, glistening folds of her pussy. 

"And at least two will be super endowed of at least nine inches in length and five in circumference," she noted her fingers slipping inside the smooth hood of such sensitive flesh to find her long, very prominent clitoris. 

Masturbation didn't always work for her. There were times when she'd come home from work late, feeling tired yet horny, and she'd start to make love to herself. Maybe because there was no extra buzz, maybe because she was now so used to shagging herself, as she liked to call it, or maybe because really she needed much, much more it increasingly often recently just didn't work for her. But this wasn't one of those times.

Her mind having an amazing erotically adventurous time imagining three, four, five or even six men attending to her all at the same time soon took her to a staggering orgasm. Her legs apart, her bottom raised off the chair she watched her hands in the mirror as one set of fingers became a surrogate cock plunging faster and deeper into her welcomingly soaked cunt as the other squeezed and pulled her nipples well away from each breast.

Security was important for a top banker that had such an addiction to paid sex. This was something this particular agency recognised and they went to great lengths to protect their clients. As did Charley having a mobile, an e-mail and credit cards that were dedicated to her "hobby" and were totally untraceable to her all being paid for through an offshore account held in the name of a nominee.

The door to the big, four storey town house had opened automatically when she'd pressed the intercom. The voice on her mobile directed her through the downstairs to the basement towards the back. She went into a dressing room with a bathroom with bath, shower, bidet and toilet off to one side. As instructed she undressed. When booking she'd been asked if she'd want any special clothing for her or them and she'd responded that she didn't and had instead ticked the box that said "All Parties will be Naked?" 

Nevertheless, after hanging her clothes in the locker she slipped into a crimson silk robe that had no buttons and for which she hadn't bothered bringing the belt. Holding it together, feeling horrendously nervous she went to the door that she'd been told on the phone, that she was still holding to one ear, led to her "salon" where her guests awaited her presence.

"Are you absolutely sure you want to go ahead Ms Mason," the nicely modulated female voice said into her ear?

"Yes, yes I'm sure," Charley replied her hand reaching out for the handle.

"OK good just one last thing then before you start to fulfil your most intimate fantasy."

"Yes, what's that?" Charley asked a little sharply now just wanting to get on with things with no more delays.

"There is a safe word that all your partners know. If you want things to stop at any time you must say that or they'll carry on fulfilling your sexual dream."

"Oh right that's a good idea. What is it?"

"Literotica."

"What was that Literoterer?"

"No. It's L I t e r o t I c a " the voice patiently spelled out. Have you got it Ms Mason."

"Yeah sure and thanks," Charley said adding. "Ok if I get on with it now?"

"Of course and hey, enjoy fulfilling your fantasy won't you?"

"You bet," she replied turning the door handle as she clicked the phone off and slipped it into the pocket of her robe.

The room was dimly lit. There was just enough light to see what was going on but not really enough so that they would get the clearest of looks at her face. The dimness, together with clever make-up would ensure that none of the men would probably recognise her should their paths ever cross again. 

Standing just inside the door Charley saw there was a large, American, king size bed at one end of the room that she estimated was about twenty five feet square. There were no bedclothes other than a black, what looked like silk or satin sheet covering the mattress. Floor to ceiling behind the bed was covered with one huge mirror and glancing up she saw with a little thrill that the ceiling over the bed was also mirrored. There were several settees and chairs placed against the walls around the room and she could see the outlines of her partners sitting in them or leaning back against the walls. As far as she could make out as she slowly made her way into the room they were all wrapped in white towels. There must have been at least eight and maybe the whole ten there and they reminded of scenes from Julius Caesar where the senators lounge around the senate or by the Roman baths. There was music coming from somewhere. It was a beautiful, melancholy violin concerto that Charley vaguely remembered but couldn't put a name or composer to.

She made for the bed. She had no other idea what to do. She assumed she should just do what came naturally to her although nobody had advised her. She heard a few of them say "hi" or "hello" as she passed and she nodded saying "hi" back a couple of times.

Charley was used to being the centre of attention in a work situation. Chairing large meetings of high powered people or making speeches to sometimes hundreds came easily to her. She was usually calm and fairly relaxed. This, though, was different. Very different. Her heart was pounding, her legs felt shaky and she doubted whether she could have spoken coherently if she'd tried. The nervousness was largely due to the unknown of what was going to happen for there was no real agreement or procedure. 

True, after she'd completed the on-line questionnaire in New York, exchanged a couple of e-mails whilst there and since being back and had had a couple of telephone conversation, she'd felt that she and the agency had covered most things. But with all the organisation and good will in the world it was impossible really to schedule how a woman could have sex with a group of men. After all there was little precedent or text books on the act and how could anyone cater for all the variables there would be with all these men and just one woman?

She reached the bed. She stood at the foot of it a moment. And then dramatically, looking far more relaxed and confident than she felt she ran her gaze round the room looking at each man and nodding and smiling as if to introduce herself. As she saw the array of lean, muscled, black brown and white bodies wrapped in the towels her nervousness abated a little as it was replaced by shudders of sexual excitement.

"Shit I could have an amazing time with anyone of them," she thought to herself as she once more stood facing the bed her back to the group of men.

Slowly for effect she pulled the robe open. She let go of it leaving the sides open catching on her big nipples that had of course already hardened. Staring into the mirror she saw all the mens' eyes on her and that sent a big shudder through her. She wasn't that much of an exhibitionist but knowing that she was about to have sex with all these men whose eyes were devouring what they could see of her in the mirror behind the bed was she found quite a turn on. 

Roaming her eyes from one potential lover to another she slowly peeled the robe back letting the smooth silk slide slowly and sensuously down her arms and back. Down over her shoulder blades, down to the slimness of her waist and down and over the swell of her pert bum. She held it so that just the start of the crease between her cheeks would be showing from the back and her tummy but not her pubes in the mirror. She ran her eyes over her body noting with relief that all the trophy marks her last paid for lover Greg had left on her had gone she slowly opened her hands and let go of the robe so she stood before her audience completely naked. 

She heard the intake of breath from some, the quiet sighs of appreciation from others and one solitary, "oh fuck me that's gorgeous," as she knelt on the bed leaned forward and laid down on her front her arms out from her sides her legs slightly parted. She was very aware that in that totally defenceless position she was making herself look like a sacrifice to them. And that's exactly how she felt and was exactly what she wanted to be.




Her Wildest Fantasy Fulfilled



She had her eyes closed so she felt from the movement of the bed rather than saw the first men approaching her. And from the way the bed moved she guessed that there must be several men. When she felt a number of hands running over her body she knew there was but couldn't work out how many. There was enough, though, for at the same her hair and head, her shoulders, her waist, her bottom and both her legs to be caressed. For all those areas to be stroked and stimulated simultaneously. And it was wonderful. To be receiving sensations and feelings from all over her. For every part of her body to be sensitised and aroused at the same time. 

If this was a foretaste of what the fulfilment of her fantasy was going to be then it was going to be incredible and worth every penny of the £5000 it was costing her. And to Charley this series of simultaneous stimulations was a foretaste and over the next few minutes with none of them saying a word, things just got better and better and better.

She kept her eyes closed. She clenched her teeth and she revelled in the attention her body was receiving as the hands became more daring. 

One pair ran across her face the fingers gently touching her eyelids and cheeks before circling her lips and pushing inside encouraging her to suck them which, after a moment's hesitation, she willingly did. Another pair was stroking and caressing her shoulders and the tops of her arms that had been pulled out from her side so that she was in the position of a cross, "or," she thought to herself grimly, "like a crucifixion victim, although I'm about to be impaled on rather more pleasurable objects than nails." 

It may well have been that pair or just as easily another that was stroking the inside and back of her arms and along her sides from her armpits and down to her waist. They were slithering up and down her body running across the sides of her breasts that were squashed into the softness of the bed although, almost desperately, she wanted to lift them so the hands could have her breasts. Was it them or another set that was repeatedly stroking her gently round the side and on as much as they could reach of the front of her waist? Slipping round her hip bone and edging inches down into her groin. They were so inviting, so suggestive, so tantalising and so very, very exciting.

It was quite odd she was thinking as she continued lying there with her eyes closed not yet having seen her lovers in close up, how their hands and fingers were doing so much to her yet so far none had touched her really sexually. It seemed as though they were working to a plan and she wondered whether they'd done this before or if they'd rehearsed what they were going to do. However many there were they worked together well with none of them going further than providing her with an exceedingly erotic but so far non-sexual massage.

But that was she felt starting to change. 

At least two sets of fingers were sliding up and down her legs. They were sliding all over them caressing and softly rubbing every part of each leg. Yet another pair was working on her feet. Stroking her ankles, gliding across the underneath of each one and all over her instep. She felt one foot being lifted up and held in the air a few inches off the bed for a short time. The ball of that foot was facing towards the man that had lifted it. He had gentle hands. Soft hands. Nice hands. Hands that didn't stand still as they did things to her via her feet that she would never have imagined possible. They were tingling as she felt her right foot being pressed gently against something. Momentarily she couldn't work out what it was. But clearly it was his leg. It was warm and she could feel the hairs on it. He pulled on her ankle moving her foot upwards and the texture of the flesh changed. First to less hairs and smoother but then, she realised suddenly as her toe touched something soft and slightly wrinkly, it was his scrotum.

Her whole body jerked slightly and a low moan slid from her mouth as her foot was pulled straighter and she felt the length of his erection right along the sole of her foot. She couldn't resist pushing against it and she revelled in the response which was for the erection to push back firmly on her. It was almost as if everyone else ceased to exist and all the other stimulations faded into insignificance as whoever it was fucked her foot with his hard, strong and very warm erection.

But even that sank into the deeper recesses of her sexual consciousness as another pair of hands eased her left leg further away from her right, the foot of which was still pressed firmly against the strainingly hard penis. And as that leg was eased away so the gap between her thighs opened and she was only too aware that her entire sex was on show to however many were looking. That gave her a strong jolt of exhibitionistic satisfaction and a surge of sexual anticipation for a number of hands were now on her legs, stroking, caressing, rubbing and squeezing. 

As a group, generally, they worked well together and seemed to know exactly what to do and the pace to move at. "Had they done it before? Had they rehearsed it all?" she smiled to herself as she heard and felt the men moving.

From the way the bed moved, the feelings of what were obviously kneeling legs pressing against her head, shoulders, arms, hips and spreaded legs she realised she was completely surrounded by, she reckoned, probably six guys. And as she lay there her eyes still closed, her mind yet to "see" her squad of lovers, all the pairs of hands suddenly stopped. They stayed still on her head, her shoulders and her legs. Six pairs of stationary hands just resting on her skin and hair. Twelve hands pressing and squeezing her body. She shuddered with pleasure wondering what was coming next. 

It took a few more moments for her to find out. 

But then all the hands started moving practically simultaneously. At just about the same agonisingly slow pace. In roughly the same direction. With very clearly the same destination. 

Her pussy lips quivered with anticipation and her heart pounded as she suddenly thought.

"I'm going to be finger fucked by sixty fingers!!"

And she was absolutely correct.

Tingling with anticipation her body visibly squirming on the bed as the hands moved ever closer to the epicentre of her sexual being Charley had already started the low moaning and grunting of orgasmic delight. And both the low moans and deep grunts increased as the hands moving down her body reached her bum. They increased even more as those moving up her legs reached her opened thighs. And they reached a crescendo of,

"Oh my Gods," and "Yes, yes, yeses," as all six pairs of fingers started to caress those precious places at the same time.

It was a truly amazing moment for her. One of the most erotic in her life. Six men caressing and stroking her bottom and thighs and slowly going further until they were doing the same to the crease in her bum, her pussy lips and her clitoris. She was cumming immediately they arrived at their erotic destination. Climaxing as soon as they descended onto her private places that in this setting had become such public offerings. Starting her orgasm just as they found her cunt and arse.

As untold numbers of fingers from men whose faces she hadn't seen slid into her she lifted her bottom from the bed. As they probed enquiringly at her anal passage and slipped under her to find her pubic mound, clit, breasts and nipples so Charley eased herself up further so her head and knees were on the bed but her body between them was raised from it. 









That gave the hands more room, it opened her body up making all her sexual places available to them. And they eagerly took advantage of that. They were everywhere now. On her breasts and nipples, rubbing her clit and stroking her pussy. But some had gone further. She had no idea how many were inside her. Inside both her pussy and anus. She couldn't tell but she felt more filled than she could ever remember before. Not only more filled but also more aroused for the fingers made her climax just go on and on and on. 

At last the sensations subsided and her body became weak. She let herself fall back to the bed feeling drained, tired and sated, well temporarily at least! The hands that had so excited her were now gentle as they laid her down and trailed their fingertips over her tingling body. They were considerate and consoling, soothing and reassuring as several pairs took hold of her slender body and very gently started to turn her over.

She was surrounded by men. They were standing on both sides, at her feet and behind her head. There were six or seven men. Well built men, naked men. Mostly very, very erect men. She'd obviously never been with so many erections at once and the vision of them as she moved her gaze around looking up at them almost made her faint. It was amazing, extraordinary and totally unique. They weren't all completely hard, most were but some were only half-way there looking the faintly ridiculous sight that semi-erect men do. 

But even with some like that it really was a heady cocktail of male cheesecake, a sight Charley and probably few other women have ever seen. 

The agency had been as good as their word and as her admiring and now lustful gaze went from one to the other she was impressed. Impressed at their looks, their build, their lack of fat. Their lean muscular bodies, their lithe thighs, toned chests, flat bellies and of course their hard cocks. Their hard, ready cocks and their scrotums hanging down seeming as if they were beckoning her. And where some were turned half on to her she was impressed by their bums. Pert, firm and beautifully rounded. 

As she reviewed what was on display and of course on offer to her, somewhat like a dignitary reviewing a troop of honour, so she looked closer at the array of delicious maleness. Yes there was she noted a couple of supersized cocks and all were of reasonable proportions. Although she knew full well that size by itself was no indication of sexual prowess and certainly didn't guarantee a lady's pleasure she had recently had some monumental sessions with black guys who were staggeringly well-hung. To be truthful, she had to admit, she was now a little hooked on big cocks. The feeling of being stretched to the point where she was so full was becoming a sensation she so enjoyed. It was this being filled up feeling that did it for her and the anticipation as she looked from one black     mega-cock to the other made her visibly shudder with desire.

The two black guys standing next to each other on her left side saw her intense stare. They were probably used to it. They really were gorgeous she thought seeing their smooth skin glistening and their marvellously toned muscles rippling. Their cocks, one of which was straining straight up the owner's almost impossibly flat belly to well above his naval whilst the other was still not fully erect, were both uncut. Round and full and long they were so appealing that Charley wantonly alternated her gaze from them to the faces above them. 

The two guys stared back. They had their arms around each other, their shoulders and sides were touching and they were both smiling, almost leering at her. They knew she wanted them. That she wanted their big black cocks. That she, a classy white bitch wanted their big, black cocks right up her white girl's cunt. And as she returned their lustful gazes so the one with the semi-erection started stroking himself. And as he did that so the other one took his cock in his hand, his fingers only just about going all the way round it. They both stared intently at her as the other guys looked on seeming, quite surprisingly, to be almost mesmerised by their black colleague's brazen performances. The others deferred to the black guys as the pair of them as if by a signal firstly knelt and then laid beside Charley. 

They were on their sides, she was on her back. One was hard, one still needed to grow. They were both stroking themselves with one hand and they both started stroking her with their others. The one that was fully erect took Charley's hand and whispered.

"Make my mon hard ma'am," as he directed her hand downwards towards his friends cock.

Charley was always amazed at how crisp and crinkly were black guy's pubes. And as one guy pushed her fingers into the others pubic bush the recall of several truly memorable paid for fucks, particularly in New York, hit her quite hard and she felt a tremor of expectancy go through her. That tremor soon turned into a shudder, though, when her fingers closed round his dick. It was hot was the first thing that struck her. Hot and she could feel pulsing. It felt so alive and vibrant. She heard herself moan as firstly she felt it hardening a little and secondly the other guy took her other hand and wrapped that round his fully erect dick.

Lying there naked surrounded by men holding a black cock in each hand was exciting enough. But when both the black guys bent their heads and started to suck greedily on her pronouncedly stiffened nipples the excitement level increased. And then when their hands slid down her body between her legs probing and stroking her sex she moaned and groaned as her orgasm built up rapidly. 

This time, though, it didn't engulf her. No this time as she gloried in feeling the semi-erect cock become fully hard in her hand it wasn't an explosion of feelings. This time as two pairs of teeth chewed her aching nipples, as two tongues and two pairs of lips ravished her boobs she didn't go right over the top. As one of the guys lifted himself up offering his mega cock to her and as she greedily like a kid with a lollipop sucked it into her mouth she didn't fully cum. No this time as she sucked one big black cock, stroked another and squirmed her pussy against the three or four fingers that she was impaled upon she didn't climax. As one of the guys fucked her mouth and she wanked the other who was finger fucking her Charley reached that absolutely sublime level of sexual arousal just beneath the orgasmic explosion and stayed there. She rode the wave of feelings like a surfer going up to awesome heights and slipping down into troughs but not going right over the top or falling off the surfboard of sexual excitement.

And she rode that as the guy pulled his cock from her mouth and shot all over her face. She rode it as the other eased himself up a little his fingers still in her, his cock now pumping in and out of the surrogate cunt she was making for him. She soared along on its wonderful sensations as the cock in her hand exploded and shot streams of cum all over her tits. And she continued riding it as others replaced the two black stallions. As a new cock slid into her mouth. As others, one white and one brown, found her hands and as yet another black cock somehow slid between her tits that the two black hands pressed together. She didn't fully climax as more and more spunk splattered onto her body and as one after another of her fantasy partners ejaculated from fucking her mouth, hands and tits. 

Her body was covered in the sticky gooe. Her breasts were red and marked from bites and sucking, her pussy had been wonderfully stimulated by fingers and tongues and her anal passage had now been fully relaxed by big, male fingers exploring her there. She'd wanked at least four men with her hands. She sucked two or three to fulfilment with her mouth and a few had come between her tits. 

But still she hadn't been fucked she realised as suddenly they all stood away from her. She took this to mean that it was time for her to have a rest. With the cum stains still on her and several dribbles of it running down her body Charley made her way back to her changing. The looks on the guys faces and the smiles they gave her as she passed them made her feel great for they all now seemed so pleased and enthusiastic. She also noted with a slight smile that with only one or two exceptions all the cocks were hanging downwards or at best horizontal.

"Mmmm ten in one go," she thought as she stepped into the shower loving the feeling of the warm water on her body washing all the cum stains away. 

She stayed in there for a while and then dried herself and wrapped the towel around her. She wandered back into the salon and saw that most of the guys were drinking and a few were smoking. Some were wrapped in towels but most hadn't bothered and were sitting around gloriously naked. It was quite a heady feeling to be surrounded by ten near or totally naked men who she'd just had sex with and would be doing so again very shortly. No one talked for that was also something she'd specified on the questionnaire. She didn't want to have to make idle chit chat in her fantasy fulfilment. She was after hard, raw, dirty, group sex not conversation. 

She poured herself a glass of wine and went back to the bed and sat, quite demurely, she thought right in the middle of it her white towel contrasting sharply with the black satin sheets that she noted with appreciation had been changed.

Slowly as they finished their drinks about half the guys came and sat or laid on the bed with her. A very, perhaps overly for her taste, muscular white guy took her glass from her and put it on the side table. He gently and slowly unravelled the towel as another guy, who looked Middle Eastern, who was kneeling behind her, eased it away from her to make her naked again for her partners.

The men were very close to her. They were lying all around her. Their legs and arms and hands were touching her. She could sense their sexual expectancy, feel their readiness and smell their need for her. She could also feel those things in herself. 

"This is it," she thought to herself as hands started to stroke and caress her. "I'm going to be fucked by all these men," she acknowledged, almost smiling as she moderated that in her mind to "well most of them."

Her breasts were being cupped and stroked, licked and sucked by several men as she felt an erection press hard into her back and a pair of hands pull on her hair quite hard forcing her head backwards. She saw a white guy. One that she didn't remember seeing before. He smiled and she smiled back fighting off the pain from the way he was pulling her hair as he stood up behind her. Sitting, leaning backwards supporting herself by her arms that were stretched out behind her, Charley's head was being pulled by him so that she was looking almost straight upwards and into the mirror on the ceiling. She saw the cluster of men around her their hands and mouths on her breasts and between her thighs. She saw some were naked and erect and others still had their towels around them. She saw the two black guys she'd earlier had sex with and the very muscular guy who'd undone her towel. Yes she saw all those things and more in the mirror. But what struck her most was not what she saw in the overhead mirror. No the thing that hit her hardest was the cock on the guy who was pulling her hair. The cock that was now right over her face almost obliterating everything else. The cock that even as she looked at it got closer and closer. The cock that was rounder and fatter than any cock she'd ever seen. Not that long she realised, estimating it at around seven inches, but amazingly round. So round the thought of it entering her frightened her a bit. Yes its girth frightened her but it also excited her.

The guy was still pulling on her hair as he leaned forward the extra few inches that were needed for the tip of his cock to press against her cheek. He pulled her hair so that her face turned so that now the bulbous knob end of his cock was against her lips. Involuntarily almost her mouth opened. Hardly without thinking, she pushed her face forward wincing with pain when that caused her hair to be pulled even harder. Charley lifted her hand and grasped the awesomely round dick. Her slim fingers didn't by any means go all the way round it. Hardly half-way she thought as she strained her jaw and stretched her lips as far as she could. It went in but only just and then her teeth must have been scraping on it all the time as he thrust himself forward shoving the huge rod of flesh deep into her throat giving her that gagging feeling she was becoming familiar with since she'd developed the taste for sucking big cocks.




Her Wildest Fantasy Fulfilled



She didn't suck it for long for there seemed to be a queue forming of men wanting to get in there. So rapidly, one after the other, she must have had six or seven cocks in her mouth. The feel and taste, the shape and length of each was different Charley realised never having considered that before. She'd always thought a cock in the mouth is a cock in the mouth and nothing more. But now as she lay back against one of her partners' bodies with others pawing her breasts, thighs, pussy and bum her realised that each one almost had their own personality and style.

But things were starting to progress now. There was more activity. She saw and heard her partners moving. The men were changing places, towels came off and once more Charley felt the heady atmosphere of being closely surrounded by a crowd of well built, wonderfully naked and gloriously erect men.

Her first fuck was doggy fashion. Who fucked her she had no idea. But it was hard, it was fast, it was raw and quick. And it was just what she wanted as her initiation shag. He slid out dribbling his cum over her bum to be replaced almost immediately by another guy. He took longer. He worked more slowly. He adopted a steady rhythm probing deep into her before almost sliding out. He was good and had wonderful patience and staying power. But he didn't cum, well Charley didn't think he did. She couldn't work out whether that was by choice or design but she didn't dwell on it long because the two black guys shuffled towards her both hugely erect. One offered his cock to her mouth the other went behind her and was quickly in her ramming away. 

Her pussy was now so wet from both her own juices and the deposits of cum and pre-cum from the two cocks that had already been there that the big black one slid into her very easily. At the same time the other, almost as big one, was delving into her mouth. It was an amazing feeling. To have a cock in her mouth as she was fucked by another wasn't a new experience for Charley. No, she'd "bought" that several times now. But for her to have two cocks in her body, with at least another four or five erections close by ready to enter her at the same time as which hands and mouths were travelling all over her was a totally new experience. And if that was amazing what happened next was simply out of this world for her.

Again she felt it was if the guys were working to a pre-arranged schedule or timetable. They all seemed to know what to do and when to do it.

Pairs of hands lifted her and turned her over so her bottom was towards the floor. Others opened her legs and bent her knees so that as they put her down she was kneeling. But she was kneeling with a pair of legs stretched out between hers. Kneeling with a long, slim, brown cock poking upwards towards her. One of the black guys gently bent the top half of her body forward so her bottom was sticking out. The other black guy ran his hand around her pussy that due to her position, was gaping open and soaking wet. She then felt that hand between the opened cheeks of her bum, felt it slide up and down that sensual crease, felt it find the puckered skin round her anal opening and felt it soothe and lubricate that precious place.

When she'd completed the on-line questionnaire she'd toyed with saying no to anal penetration. She'd had fingers, vibrators and cocks up there and wasn't quite sure just what she got from it! She loved being kissed and played with on the outside and quite liked a tongue or finger just inside her but a strong sturdy cock shoving up her back passage hadn't so far done that much for her. She'd come to the conclusion that the main thing a woman got from full anal sex was the pleasure of pleasing her man, after all females don't have the sensitive gland up there like men. But she hadn't ticked the box that said no anal sex. No she'd thought she couldn't put restrictions on how her fantasy was fulfilled so she'd left the box blank. And as she was lowered downwards, carefully and considerately onto the long, slim, brown cock she momentarily wondered whether she would regret that decision.

The guys clearly showed that they knew what they were doing. From the choice of cock that was going to have her, the way they'd lubricated her first and even the position and angle they held her body as she was impaled upon it, all attested to that. And as result the pain was only minimal as the sphincter muscle was forced to work in the opposite direction to what it was intended and what it was used to. It burnt a little and the stretching was not overly pleasant but once it was in her she felt little more than the intrusion of such a large object in such an unaccustomed place.

All the men were there with her on the bed now. All were naked. They were crowding around her, staring at her, looking at her in close up. 

"Watching how I react to having a cock up my arse," she smiled feeling sort of powerful as she looked round noting that most were fully erect. She reached out towards several the men who thrust themselves forward so she could reach and touch their bodies generally and genitals in particular. She was stroking two cocks as others were pressed against her back, her shoulders, her face and arms. It seemed as if the cocks were taking her over and, she mused pensively, they probably were for more and more recently she was seeking the pleasure of having them in her and right now she was about to be fucked by an untold number as even more were in attendance

The man who was buggering her reached round and grasped both her tits. He pulled her backwards so she was laying on top of him her legs from the knees down bent underneath her and wide apart. Another guy, one she didn't recall seeing before, knelt between her opened thighs one knee either side of the legs of the man imbedded in her. Looking down she watched the guy take hold of his hardened cock and, with some difficulty she noted, push it forward so it was horizontal to the ground, pointing directly at her lips that due to her position were pulled apart. 

Charley almost smiled as he slowly brought the tip of his penis to her pussy for it was like watching a film. It was as if it wasn't her lying there but as though she was watching it happen to someone else. But the feelings up her bottom and sensations in her pussy as the bulbous knob end of his erection parted her inner lips told her clearly that it was her and that she was there and, indeed, it was her body that had now been penetrated by to cocks. In slow motion, it felt, he eased his way inside her and began his very smooth journey up her front passage.

From her previous two cock fucks she knew what to expect as she was filled in each cavity. The feeling of being bloated, stuffed to bursting point and not being able to hardly move for fear of tearing something. But also the wonderfully sexual feelings. The unique situation of the dicks rubbing against other through the thin membrane. She hadn't known until the first time she'd had two guys at once just how sensitive that thin piece of skin was on both sides. Or was it just that with her insides being so taken over by the mass of male flesh that everything was sensitive. That she didn't know nor care really for as the second cock entered her she experienced such a surge of sensations she started to cum.

Writhing and squirming on the cock up her cunt she felt the one in her bum being moved by her movements. It was weird. The guy up her pussy was thrusting in and out sliding her body up and down a little. That in turn was causing her to pump on the anal intruder thus causing sensations on the tender skin of her back passage that she'd never had before.

"Oh yes," she moaned reaching out and grasping two dicks that had been placed conveniently close by exactly for this purpose. She started to wank them. Another guy straddled her pressing his erection between her tits that he pushed together whilst yet another cock was offered to her mouth.

And like that three cocks in her body and another three being wanked by it Charley soared to a massive, very long and extremely convulsive climax.

But it was a climax that didn't end. There was no stopping, no respite, no chance to come down from the massive high. She wasn't cuddled and caressed as she finished her climax and as her partner completed his. Because her partner didn't finish. But then when you're being had by six partners at the same time how would they finish? Why would they?

As the cocks exploded in her arse and pussy so they were withdrawn. But, hardly before her muscles got used to the space again, they were replaced with others. As her breasts and face were covered in the spunk from the dicks she'd masturbated with her hands and tits so new cocks were put there and the wanking, fucking and anal penetration started all over again. And again and again and again as Charley fulfilled her wildest fantasy.



Her Will Be Done Pt. 01



So it had finally come to pass, here I was on my knees, with my wife who has been training me up for this for years, looking at me with her expectant eyes.

Then her words, "tell everyone what you are going to do for me, and what I am going to do to you whilst you are attending to your duty."

I gave her a pleading look but, as I already knew, it was futile and her glare instilled my thoughts.

I looked around the room and uttered the words I had realistically never believed would pass my lips.

"I'm about to please my mistress by sucking this man's cock until he cums down my throat and on my face."

"And" she prompted.

"And she is going to milk my cock by grasping this dildo and using it with her hand to fuck my arse and rub my perineum until my cock dribbles cum onto the floor."

"And," she said again.

"And, if any women wants to get their husband to use my mouth or arse they are more than welcome."

My mistress smiled and nodded 

her head. "Good, now...begin. Please me and maybe you won't get cucked this evening"

This was always an ongoing threat, cuckolding. But it was always threatened in the most radical way.

Fluffing men for her, licking her pussy to get it sopping wet, holding her lips open on demand, licking her cum off cocks that had been fucking her and of course, her favourite, the creampie of multiple ejaculations. But it had never come to pass; yet.

"BEGIN," she yelled.

I looked at her, I looked around the room, I looked up at the man whose hard cock was millimetres from my face, everyone was expectant.

I opened my mouth and began to slowly move toward his cock, as my lips touched the swollen head I felt her hands on the back of my head, she pushed me down and his cock went straight down my throat. She pulled me back by the hair and pushed me down again, his hard cock sliding into my throat again, his balls slapping my chin.

Again and again she used my mouth to replicate a pussy for this mans huge hard cock.

Saliva and precum dripped from my face and landed on my now penis which was now as hard as the one fucking my mouth. One word crossed my mind when I noticed how hard I was...FUCK!

I knew what was coming. My mistress loved this. She always teased me about it, and my cock got hard when she did, which only exacerbated the situation and her enjoyment.

"Jesus fucking Christ, look," she exclaimed in sarcastic bewilderment and pulled my head away from the balls resting on my chin, she had ordered me to lick whilst she rubbed the shaft of his cock through the skin of my neck.

"And you want everyone to believe you're not actually a cock sucking, cum loving, faggot who loves cock in his arse."

Although her words were directed at me, she spoke to the crowd who were becoming entranced by her. 

'poor pricks' I thought. 

She is an enchantress.

"Look at how fucken hard his cock is the cock loving faggot. Show everyone just how hard you are from sucking on this cock," she ordered, pulling my head backwards to give everyone a better view.

"You never get this hard when I allow you to fuck me," she laughed. "Although to be fair, you do get this hard when I fuck your arse and mouth so I probably shouldn't be so surprised," she sniggered.

She didn't even have to tell me to...

"Sucking cock makes me get hard because I'm so turned on by big, hard throbbing cocks that are full of the hot cum I want to swallow and have shot on my face and up my arse," I confessed looking each man and woman in the eye as the words left my mouth.

"Why do you love huge, erect penises so much, as compared to say, a juicy pussy," she enquired.

"Because I'm a dirty, slutty cock loving faggot," I replied. 

"How come," she asked.

"Because my mistress turned me into her cock slut. She trained me to love cock and cum by fucking my arse and mouth with her quiver of cocks as she explained every detail of forthcoming events," 

My answer was directed more to the gallery of onlookers than my mistress, much like a defendant speaking directly to the judge even though it was the lawyer that had asked the question.

The words had barely left my mouth when she grabbed my head, held my mouth open and uttered the words I heard many times before.

"Fuck his mouth until you cum deep into his throat. Use him. He loves it," 

And with that my throat was once again filled with cock. He fucked my mouth hard as she held my head in place. He pulled it out slapped my face with it before ramming me again, his balls smacking into my chin.

He began to groan and she cheered him on. "Yeah, that's it, fill him with your cum. Fuck him harder. Use the slut."

He pumped harder and faster into my mouth until he let out a huge moan and she gripped the sides of my head and laughed as he shot his huge, hot sticky load of cum into my mouth. After his first pulsation down my throat my head was ripped away so everyone could enjoy watching the remainder spurt onto my face.

She grabbed his cock after he had finished and put it back into my mouth.

I then heard her invite her muse to look at me, covered in cum with a softening cock in my mouth and allow themselves their depraved thoughts to become a reality. 

"Suppression of desire is forbidden within my realm," was all she had to say. Not one more word.

Everyone understood, including me!

But none of us, including me, had any idea of what was to cum.



Her Wish Fulfilled



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*****

It was a bright, sunny day outside, and the freshly fallen snow from the night's blizzard glittered like the surface of a calm sea. Light scattered about, illuminating everything a little and giving shadows an indistinct edge. The air was perfectly still, and the trees were laden with powder.

Louise could see it all from her table in the lodge's breakfast room, and it made her feel even more sick than when she had first mistakenly rolled out of bed. Why had she indulged in the apres-ski? She should have known better. At the best of times she had no head for drink, and after months of abstinence and a long day on the slopes with minimal food.. well, she was paying for it now.

It had to be done, really. She had to go out and get smashed eventually, to remind herself that her reasons for avoiding alcohol really were gone. Since she and Luke had parted, her odds of becoming pregnant were next to nil, and would probably remain that way for a long time. She refused to consider the possibility it might never happen. It had to. But for now, she had to stop herself staying so obsessed.

All she had wanted for years was to be pregnant, and in the end it was their failure to conceive that had torn her and Luke apart. Well, that and a few months of fruitless IVF and too many fertility hormones, she thought wryly and bitterly. In all seriousness, she realised she had probably put too much pressure on him, but it was too late to fix that. She was thirty six, and even if she looked young and sexy her body was quickly reaching its limit. Already, two of her friends had to concede that they would never have their own children because they had left it too long. Her biggest fear was to suffer that as well.

She wished she could forget about it all for a little while, and she had come on holidays to do just that. But everything reminded her of her predicament. She and Luke had come here on a romantic weekend when they started trying. Her first few days here, she'd avoided alcohol out of habit, which reminded her even more. And to top it all off, she was acutely aware that she was ovulating. Her pussy was constantly moist because of it, and she found herself unconsciously measuring up all of the male skiers and snowboarders she saw, imagining what it would feel like to have them between her thighs.

She got up and padded out to the ski lockers in her socks, having not bothered to put shoes on yet. She was too much a creature of habit, and she knew it. She was still taking her fertility pills long after any chance of conceiving had passed, even though she was beginning to think they were all snake-oil. One effect was for sure, she was really horny and very frustrated as a result.

*****

On the way out to the ski lifts, she was slightly bemused at how few skiers were up and about. She had gotten up late after all, and it should be peak hour for the gondolas. In fact, the station was empty, the gondolas simply arriving and leaving as they always did without supervision or passengers. People in the streets weren't geared up to go to the peaks and were minding their own business. She didn't speak the language anyway, so she didn't bother asking about it. Perhaps Mondays were weekends here, or something.

She used to hate these things, she thought as she waited for the next to arrive. These ones were nice though; extra-wide with room for six and fabric on the bench seats. They weren't too cold either, provided you kept the windows closed.

She slotted her skis into the door of a gondola and stepped in just as it was beginning its rounds, and pulled out the novel she was reading to while away the journey to the peak. As the gondola was about to close, she started in surprise as a young man in ski gear lunged in and settled with a smile into the bench opposite her.

"Hope you don't mind me joining you here!" he said, chirpily. He seemed inordinately pleased with himself for having made it in on time.

Louise wondered why he didn't just get the next gondola; he was probably a chatty person and wanted company. She resolved to continue reading pointedly while she replied "No, not at all. Plenty of room in here for two."

He didn't get the message, it seemed. "There certainly is. They say these things can hold up to six, but I think that's too crowded, don't you think? Things are a little more intimate with just two. Much more room to get to know each other."

Weirdo! she thought. "Right". She looked him over. Broad build, bright orange and yellow clothing with a button-up jacket, and one of those hair-band-come-hoods that snowboarders seemed to love. He hadn't brought any skis or a board, so she figured he must be visiting the lodge up there.

She turned her book toward the door so they weren't facing each other, hoping to put more emphasis into her body language. The way her legs moved as she scooted over rubbed her moist labia together, and she shivered inwardly. That would have been sexier if she were alone.. in fact she had spent her last trip upward playing with herself after such a jolt. Why did he have to sit in?

The gondola began to roll over a set of pulleys on a pylon, but suddenly ground to a halt. It swung forward through its momentum, and then fell back and rocked to a halt while Louise held onto her seat in panic. The young man looked unperturbed and smiled at her. "Don't worry, it's probably just someone stuck in the door at the station, they have to stop the whole thing every time someone tries to hop into a closing Gondola.. somewhat like I did."

Well, at least that made sense. The car had steadied and didn't seem in danger of falling or anything, so she calmed herself with some deep breaths and settled back again.

"Looks like we've got a while to ourselves, now." He said this after a moment's silence, looking out the window at the snow with an odd expression.

"Look, I'm sorry but if you're trying to chat me up, it's not really a good time for me. I'm just out of a long-term thing and I'm not looking for anyone." She spoke as calmly and assertively as she could, and was rather proud of the result.

Having said it though, she did have to admit that what little of him she could make out beneath the ski goggles and winter gear was pretty hot. He had a wide jaw with a touch of stubble, wide shoulders and hands that looked like he used them outdoors. His smile was nice too, even if it seemed weirdly inappropriate. He was still smiling, in fact.

"That's fine, I totally get it. I won't disturb your reading in that case" he said, with an earnest expression and a gesture to her novel.

"Thank you."

She returned to reading, and decided not to get nervous about how long it was taking to get the car started again. She became so engrossed in reading, in fact, that she forgot her surroundings for a while, and only came to her senses ten minutes or so later, when she noticed the car was starting to rock gently.

She turned to look over at her companion and was stunned to see him sitting there, smile still on his face, with his hand around his erect cock, which was jutting up out of the patch on the front of his orange ski trousers. He was gently massaging his shaft, and as he did so she could see his foreskin passing over his cock-head frictionlessly. She stared with a mix of terror and fascination as he calmly stroked himself while staring right across at her, his goggles hiding his eyes from view.

"Wha-What the hell are you doing?!" she finally managed to utter, her voice starting level but breaking as she finished. She was suddenly aware of how alone she was up there, with this pervert playing with himself in front of her, and fear began to cloud her reason. She stood up, banging her head off the low ceiling, and half-leapt to the other end of the bench, as far from him as she could get. He remained where he was, his eyes following her, his hand pulling the skin on his cock up and down slowly and deliberately.

She remained there, curled in the corner of the bench, for a long thirty seconds. She had nowhere else to go, and her thoughts were all in a muddle. Her eyes were wide open and unblinking as she watched him warily. She saw him squeezing his hand slightly around his shaft as he drew it up, and a bead of precum formed at the tip. Pulling on his cock so his foreskin came up to meet the bead, he drew it out and spread it over his glans, lubricating himself in short order. She was afraid, but something about watching him pleasuring himself while his eyes roamed her body was turning her on, and she felt a heat in her pussy that was definitely unwelcome.

She pulled herself into a tight, defensive curl with her feet on the chair and her hands holding her knees together, wishing she could be anywhere else. She still couldn't' tear her eyes off his cock, and he was aware of her gaze. It was big, she could see that much. It was a stout, long shaft with a powerful shape, topped by a smooth, velvety (and now very wet) crown. She had never been with a man with a foreskin, and the texture and colour of his cock was captivating.

She nearly fell off the chair with fright as he suddenly stood, bowing his neck under he low ceiling. His hand was still around his cock, and as it tilted with him a bead of pre-cum slowly dripped and splashed on the floor. He slowly walked over to her, and reached for her arm. She snatched it away, and he leaned further in to grasp with his free hand. She shrieked loudly, screaming for help while she battered at his arms, but from her curled position she had no room to deliver anything but feeble slaps and scrawls.

Suddenly his slow, measured pace vanished as both his hands snapped out and grabbed her by the wrists, and she found herself dragged out into an uncomfortable, unbalanced pose from which she couldn't escape without falling flat. Her weight rested on her awkwardly placed knees far behind her, and her wrists which were pinned above her against a hand-hold bar. His face was near hers, and with a quiet, understated menace he said to her, "Listen. This car is going to be stopped for at least another hour, probably two, and then it's another fifteen minutes to the peak. You may have missed the notice, but the stations are under maintenance, and there's not going to be anyone around but us for a long time."

He let that sink in, and she felt her expression falling into despair as he continued. "Now, if we're going to be in this lift for the next few hours together, we'd better get comfortable with one another, or else I'll have to drop you out without your clothes. It's a long drop and a longer walk home in the snow, what do you say?"

Louise glanced involuntarily out the door window to see the drop. It was clearly fatal. As if to emphasise his point, the man kicked the door with one of his feet at a point that read 'Push here in case of emergency'. To her horror, the door easily pushed open and aside, leaving in a gust of freezing air. She was only a meter from death and his hands still held her like a vice, her whole body in a contortion.

"So, are you going to comply, or do I need to convince you further?" He looked intensely at her. From the close range she could just make out his large eyes through the sun-screened goggles, and they were steely and cold as he spoke. Her terrified, flickering eyes started to tear over and she froze.

He pushed her arms along the bar, sliding her weight toward the door so she dangled even more precariously. She screamed incoherently and then started to shout "Yes! Yes, I'll do anything! Just pull me in, please don't let me fall I'll do anything!"

Immediately, he pulled her over and onto the bench, and let go of her. He pulled the door shut and sat down again while she pulled herself up, and took his cock in his hand again. "Alright, let's start slow. I want you to take off your jacket, so I can see your body." As he said this, his hand started to pump his cock again slowly.

Louise knew she had to do as she was told. She forced herself to think for the moment and not to imagine what might come next. If she did as he commanded, and maybe even tried to make things more exciting, she might bring him to an end before things escalated. After a few moments of hesitation, she drew the zipper down on the warm coat she was wearing and pulled it off her arms. Underneath her white and blue coat, she was wearing a tight-fitting sweater over a tee shirt. The cold rushed into her body and she started to shiver, more from fear than exposure.

She stood there for a few seconds, until he said "Good. Wow, you're even more gorgeous under those heavies. Take off the pants and that jumper." His stroking became ever so slightly faster as he watched her peel the jumper over her head, and as her hands started to work the fastenings on her pants. Her small breasts were more pert than usual, and they stood beautifully out from her chest in the tight white tee-shirt she wore. The sports bra held them firmly as she began to pull down the pants around her ankles.

Under her pants, she was wearing only panties and socks. Her bare, creamy white legs broke into goose pimples as soon as the air touched them. He looked approvingly at her from her toes upward, pausing to scrutinise her groin. Through her panties, he could see the shape of her mound.

She realised with sudden dismay that he could also see that she was wet. She realised with confusion that, now that she thought about it, she was even wetter than her ovulation alone would make her. Her body was betraying her, and as she watched him she saw his cock twitch in his hand, his head swelling for a moment as he took in the sight and the scent of her pussy. Against her silent plea, her pussy responded even more. She felt light headed as her repressed urges warred with reason.

"You can leave on the teeshirt for now, so you don't freeze. Kneel down here." he gestured as he pulled her clothes over in front of him as a cushion. Louise's heart raced and her breath quickened as she realised what was happening. His voice sharply cut off her hyperventilating "I said kneel here, don't keep me waiting!".

She knelt obediently, finding herself face-to-face with his cock. From the distance she could acutely see the veins on his shaft, and in the cold air for the first time she smelled the distinct sweetness of his precum. His hand stopped pumping his shaft, leaving his engorged head twitching, half covered by his foreskin.

"You take over."

She reached out and tentatively put her right hand around the base of his manhood, and saw how small her hand was compared to his girth; her fingers just touched her thumb around him. It felt unbelievably hot in her chilled hands. He looked down at her approvingly, expecting more.

Taking him in a firm grip, she began to stroke his cock. In response, she felt his cock pulsing in her hand, and he groaned in pleasure, his head rolling back a little as she worked his shaft. She didn't want to admit it to herself, but seeing the wetness of his glans, she was suddenly curious about how he tasted. Her pussy was getting hot again, and a fresh round of wetness gathered at her pussy lips. She tried to fight the urge to imagine him penetrating her.

She stroked him up and down his shaft, marvelling at how pliable his skin was, watching as his foreskin slid frictionlessly along the ridge of his head. She reached up with her second hand and gripped it above the other, squeezing out more beads of precum as she massaged the front of his cock up and down with her thumbs. She was really getting into the rhythm of what she was doing, hoping to bring him to an orgasm quickly while he allowed her to control the pace.

Her hopes were in vain. As he began to swell in her hands, he groaned loudly and pulled her hands off for a few moments while he regained control. His face was ecstatic with pleasure and he smiled down at her. "Wow, you're pretty good at that! But I won't let you get off that easily."

He reached under her shirt and pulled it off, returning his hands to her sides to caress her soft, supple belly and sides. Her breasts hung out in the sports bra, tantalising yet hidden. He snapped lightly at the bra. "Take it off." She reached around and did so, letting her breasts hang free. The cold air was making her nipples stand erect, and he slowly and deliberately rolled one of her nipples in his fingers, eliciting a twitch of pleasure on the corner of her mouth.

"My cock is soaking, I want you to drink all of that and show me what your tongue can do."

Louise's eyes went to his shining, velvety cock-head. She found herself longing to do exactly what he'd just said, but her mind warred with her body. This is wrong!

Tears beading her eyes and wetness soaking her below, she clasped her hand around his shaft again, and pulled his glans to her lips, lightly touching her lips to the wetness so she could acclimatise. Drawing back, she tasted it on her lips. His precum was incredibly sweet, like honey! She brought her lips down again, and tentatively she wrapped her lips around the rim of his foreskin. Her tongue ventured onto the skin of his glans, and she began to lap up the sweet honeylike liquid. As she cleared the skin she could feel his softness under his foreskin. When the tip of his cock was clean, she began to draw back his skin and pull his cock into her mouth more fully, her tongue exploring the newly revealed ridge of his head and under.

She lost herself in her quest for the sweet liquor of his precum, beginning to pump his cock again and massaging his urethra to draw more precious beads up to her waiting mouth. He groaned in pleasure, his hands reaching out to clasp the back of her head as she suckled up and down on his cock. His cock sbegan to swell, drawing her back to reality; he was about to cum in her mouth! This was rape, for god's sake, and she was just going along with it?

She let go of his shaft and began to struggle against his grip, wanting to draw back before the inevitable. His hand replaced hers on his shaft and he pumped his cock powerfully into her mouth with one hand while his other pulled her head onto him. He stood up, so that his cock was pointing down into her raised throat, and she tried to protest but all that came out were urgent humming noises and groans. She tried to push his cock aside with her tongue, succeeding only in pleasuring him more. Her pushing arms and panicked struggling only excited him further.

As his cock grew so big it began to block her breathing, he grunted and pulled her hard onto his manhood. Her throat spasmed around the intrusion exactly as his cock pulsed powerfully and his semen exploded into her throat. She was forced to swallow it, her mouth and her thrashing tongue massaging more and more of it from him as she tried to cope with the torrent of seed.

After a long, agonisingly breathless moment, he drew back as he slumped into the bench, pulling her head roughly with his cock as he did. Some of his semen dragged across the back of her tongue as he relaxed his grip, and she tasted the creamy, salt-sweet flavour of him spreading around her mouth.

She was gasping for breath as he panted, sighed and said "Amazing, you have an amazing mouth. Sorry for getting carried away there." He didn't seem sincerely sorry. Louise was just glad it ended with a blowjob. Well, her thoughts were glad. The taste of his cum was everywhere in her mouth, and she found herself looking hungrily at his cock as it began to grow limp in front of her. Her dignity and the wrongness of it stopped her, but she couldn't deny the urge to take it back in her lips and suckle hard on his cock for more.




Her Wish Fulfilled



She averted her eyes and reached for her pants, but he stopped her with an outstretched arm. "Oh no, no putting those back on. Turn around and put your hands on the other bench."

Louise froze again momentarily. Surely he couldn't mean to go again? And could she let him go all the way? She was as fertile as she would ever be, she realised. There was a real risk if they had full blown sex. She couldn't let that happen, even if she might never have another chance to get pregnant..

"I said turn around and show me that pussy!" he urged, grasping her by the hips and spinning her around. Looking between her legs she could see he was completely limp, so what was he..

Her whole body shook as his fingers prised their way under her sodden knickers, one finger from each hand spreading her thick outer lips and another teasing her tender inners. Her hips bucked back involuntarily as his hands left her, and he chuckled as he reached to her hips and pulled her panties down and off. He put them in his pocket and returned his hands to her thighs. Her cheeks burned with shame that he had seen her reaction. His hands gripped her by the handles of her hips, and he pulled her back to his waiting mouth.

Louise's legs buckled as his tongue touched her feathery inner lips and ran along their edges to the wet spring of her vagina. He teased her in circles around her opening, running his tongue up along her perineum and back around her tight pussy, before venturing down toward her hidden clitoris. She tried to get away, pulling her hips against his grip to escape the shame of being pleasured by him, but instead of fighting her he pushed her forward and onto the window ledge behind the bench. She was powerless to stop his exploration as her buttocks pouted upward and her pussy lips opened.

His hands pulled her open as his tongue began its exploration of her clitoris. She couldn't supress the moan that rose from deep in her chest, an animal reaction to his exploitation of her weaknesses. Heat erupted and spread around her groin and her pussy clenched at nothing as he circled, licked and sucked on her protruding clit. His fingers explored the rim of her her gushing vagina, spreading her wetness around her lips and her perineum, drawing ragged moans and gasps from her complicit body.

She flinched and uttered "No!" as his soaking fingers explored further toward her tight rosebud, but as she protested he bit her clitoris, drawing a yelp of pain and cowing her into submission. His fingers resumed their play, spreading her ample wetness up to her last line of defense, and his wet index finger began to playfully press against her tight, unwilling muscle. The electric sensation this treatment was sending through her was more than she could bear, even as she cursed herself and him for doing this.

While one hand explored her rear, he reached around with the other and began to knead one of her breasts, pinching and rolling her stiff and attentive nipples as his tongue did the same to her clit.

Her body rose to fever pitch as she pushed her pussy into his face, her hands scrawling at the glass and the benches seeking something to hold onto. As his tongue raced across her clitoris more vigorously than ever, she felt herself sinking into an earth shattering orgasm, and her muscles alternately went slack and tensed incredibly. As it took her, she felt too late as her resisting rosebud flexed once, and his finger plunged in. Her shocked body clenched around the invading finger as her climax took its toll, and she shook again and again as he continued to suck and circle her bucking, struggling pussy, his fingers drenching her and invading her only remaining virginity. His other hand pinched and clutched at her breasts, pulling her back onto him by pulling on them when she spasmed away.

As her body collapsed under her weight, she distantly heard a snapping sound, and felt his fingers continue to roam around her anus, drawing wetness into her. She leapt to life as she felt a much larger invader beginning to press against her, and tried to crawl away.

He pulled her up by the waist so her body was pinned between him and the window, and spoke softly in her ear as his slick cock slid between her buttocks. She felt a condom on him, and thanked her lucky stars. That explained the snapping noise. He said "You're going to take me inside you now, where I'm guessing you've never taken a man. Are you going to let this happen willingly or do I have to make you?"

Panic began to set in. She was about to have a stranger drive his cock into her ass, and even the promise of more of those sweet sensations couldn't override the fear. She struggled, feebly beating back at him and trying to kick him loose. Pulling her close, he reached around her body and gripped her pussy in his hand.

This unexpected tactic caught her off guard, and he began to massage her tender pussy with his fingers, pulling her lips apart and venturing his middle digit into the cleft of her lips. Her body rose to the attention, and all thoughts of resistance vanished. She felt his cock sliding rhythmically against her anus, and his hands against her pussy, and began to melt under the assault. His other hand, wet from her juices, began to slide across her right nipple, his slick fingers flicking across the stiff bud and sending jolts of pleasure toward her groin.

She wriggled against him, trying desperately to escape before she came again. The more she struggled pitiably, the more he moaned and humped her resisting anus. He furiously pushed the assault on her pussy lips before driving his wet middle finger into her tight, neglected vagina. Her last lunge to freedom was curtailed as his powerful arms clutched her smaller frame against him and off the ground, his hands finding all her secret spots and mercilessly stroking them. Her long-empty pussy was frantically milking his calloused finger.

The feeling of something male in her after so long drove her over the edge, and her whole body spasmed as she came again. She was powerless to stop what she knew would happen, as her anus clenched powerfully and then released for a moment of weakness. In that moment his well lubricated cock thrust into her slick passage, his large head puckering and then slipping into her with a popping sensation. He lowered her helpless body onto him, plumbing her untouched depths as his dick twitched inside her.

She felt him stretching her around him, his cock heedless of the pain it was inflicting as she tried to adjust. He drove into her at a steady, clean pace as her body continued in its throes of ecstasy, until she felt his balls come to rest against the opening of her vagina. Something deep in her body was calling out to his seed, so close but so far. As she began to regain control, his cock drew back out of her, slowly and painfully. Her stretched muscles were beginning to adjust, and it hurt less. When he was nearly out of her, he pushed back in, driving past the resistance of her tightening passage and groaning in delight at the sensations she was giving him.

He struck up a rhythm against her struggles, pushing himself into her as she bucked to escape and keeping his firm hands on her slim waist, controlling her body and making it his entirely.

As he drew nearly out of her, she lunged again and managed to break his grip, landing on the bench and rolling quickly to her feet. Her pointless instinct to run to the door cornered her, and before she could turn around to face him he had grabbed her under the arms and pushed her forward. His foot kicked the door open again and her mind reeled in terror.

He placed his cock at her tight rose and pushed gently, tipping her closer to the edge as her arms strained to hold the bars above her head. She knew she had to push back, to keep her balance, but he wouldn't let her push without yielding. She gritted her teeth and concentrated, her wet anus puckering out to greet his huge cock as he slid back into her, drawing her by the hips and resuming his pace.

She felt him swelling and feared the worst, but he surprised her by withdrawing, pulling her back into the car. Her body ached but also pined. Her mind was awash in shame, anger and fear, as he sat down and pulled her back onto his lap. Through her legs, she saw him tearing off the condom and panicked, desperately dragging herself away.

He grabbed her by her hair and pulled firmly until she cried out and gave in, being pulled back to his waiting cock by his guiding hand on her waist. He let go of her hair and pulled her down by her wide hips until she could feel his wet, precum soaked cock just touching her pussy. She felt herself twitch, and her juices flowed liberally, mingling with his.

"Don't think I can't taste the scent of a woman in her prime, I know just why you're scared of this. But I know you want this, too. You want to feel my cock in your pussy, now." He positioned the head of his cock against her pussy lips and gently massaged it along her cleft until it lay at the opening of her vagina. "I know you yearn for me to come deep inside you, and to make you mine. I'm going to make you ride me and take my come in you, and you're going to love it."

Louise was torn and losing control. She knew she didn't want this, she knew it was wrong, and that it was a risk she couldn't afford. More than a risk, practically a certainty! But her body was moving against her will, and she felt herself beginning to move against him, feeling the tip of his cock settle into the nook at the mouth of her innermost. Her wetness and his own precum were perfectly lubricating him. She heard herself saying "No..." softly as he gently lowered her, and her body sucked him in.

She felt herself enveloping his wide head, slickly caressing his velvet skin and feeling his ridge drag across her eager opening. He was encouraging her, saying "Yes, take my cock in you. You know you need this", and all she could do was agree. She took more and more of his length into her tight, soaking pussy until she felt his balls tickle her clit hood, and felt his head rubbing against her cervix deep inside. She felt the real-ness of what she was doing, and felt powerless to stop it. Her pussy was soaking his cock and his lap, and she could imagine his delicious semen coating her sensitive inner wall.

The car shook as it began to move, and she reached back and held onto him against the movement. His powerful arms lifted her waist and she felt him moving out of her again.

She moaned in urgency and disappointment. He stopped, nearly leaving her. "What do you want?"

She gasped and fought to stop him lifting her any further, her whole mind occupied with his pulsing cock-head between her slick labia.

"You know what you want, tell me!"

"Fuck me, god fuck me.." she gasped, and he pulled her back onto him, their union effortless. His naked glans was massaging her inside, and her mind raced as she realised it would soon erupt into her womb.

"And what then? Tell me!"

"Fill me, I want to feel you fill me"

"You want my come to fill your pussy? You want to feel me exploding inside you?" He picked up the pace, shaking her body with his intensity.

"Yess.. fill me with your come, I need it.."

His drenched cock sank into her again and again, and his arms wrapped around her chest, pulling her tight and preventing a last-minute escape. She couldn't even consider escape. Her body cried out for him, and her last reserves of will were melting against his irresistable cock. She felt his balls and needed what they contained, more than air. She reached down with one of her hands, grabbing and massaging his swollen testicles with her small hands, trying to squeeze his seed into her waiting body.   As the station rolled into sight over the last rise, he bit down around her neckline and thrust as deeply as he was able, and she felt his cock expand and release. A flood of warmth permeated her deepest reaches as he filled her, and her body flew into an intense, all consuming orgasm. She screamed in unfettered bliss, and his hands grabbed her flailing wrists to drag her onto him in case she fell away at the critical moment of his orgasm. She heard him cry out in pleasure, his cock stopping up her tight pussy as his come flooded into her womb. Something in her was exultant, thinking of his fertile seed seeking out her waiting eggs.

She collapsed in his arms, her pussy still clenching and releasing upon his cock. He held her for a minute while he regained his breath, his cock still filling her and leaving his seed nowhere to go but deeper inside. When they were nearing the end, he pulled her into a seated position, and pulled her pants and jacket onto her as she sat in a stupor, worn and used beyond her ability to cope.

When they reached the station, he hesitated before stepping of and said "Thanks for the company!", and beamed as if they'd simply talked pleasantries the whole way. Then he stepped off, leaving her exhausted and unable to follow as the car turned around and began its homeward journey.

She never saw him again, nor had she a meaningful description to go by thanks to her ski gear. Her only clue to his identity would be the colour of her daughter's eyes when it fully developed; a deep russet brown, flecked with hazel.



Her Words



Author's Note:

I hope you enjoy this story, but please know beforehand that it is not explicitly erotic, and even then, not until the very end. As always, I hope that you can help me to improve with your thoughtful and constructive criticism.

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It begins for them in an art gallery on a Sunday afternoon. He is there simply to enjoy the art, a busman's holiday perhaps.

If he's fortunate he might take inspiration from pieces in the gallery. He knows art. He is himself an artist, a man who sees the world around him and feels an unsatisfied hunger until he has made his own artifact of it. Often he must make a painting, a drawing perhaps, a tangible something that reflects what he has perceived, something that absorbs the external world into his being and expresses it outward again. It is the artist's pang to experience deeply.

One of the paintings has captivated him. It is a scene showing a cove on a lake, rocks and pebbles rising above the water and tangled underbrush leading beyond to forest. He has been to this place, at least to places like it. The painting takes him to these places as if they were hung in the gallery of his memories. He can smell the wood smoke from the fire, can hear the wind whispering through the white pines and the rustle of the waters through the pebbles. The bush, wild, unknown but comforting, being alone in nature and not separate from it. His mind drifts there for long moments.

He might purchase this one, so powerful, so inviting to him. He lifts the gallery guide to read about the artist, a name he doesn't know. But the light is dim where he stands and the print is small, so holding the guide in front he whirls around to catch better light.

Shock! He has turned straight into her, the woman striding by. They collide, hard, and his mind scolds himself. You should have known better, her heels clacking loudly on the wooden floor. The first contact is with his knuckles against the softness of her breast, he knowing immediately that it is her breast. Not a glancing brush against her, the impact presses his fist deeply into her yielding softness there, almost a punch. And his hand pushing against her breast, their bodies' momentum bringing their faces together until they are close, close as if starting to kiss. Her eyes are wide at being so startled. He can feel the warmth of her breath, smell her scent. Their faces are close, the briefest brush of her hair on his cheek. All this in an instant and he sees her flashing grimace in pain, but just as quickly it is gone. Instinctively, in an impulse of gallantry he pulls his punch, drops the guide and quickly moves his hands to her waist to steady her body against a fall. She recovers quickly, regains her balance in one small step.

And as suddenly as that they are face on, standing close like nervous teenagers slow dancing, not knowing exactly what to do. A second passes between them and then begins a cascade of apology, each talking over the other.

"I am so sorry. Are you hurt?"

"I am not hurt. I am not at all hurt."

"You're sure?"

"I was not watching where I was walking and I did not give you enough space."

"No, no, no, my fault. Totally."

He notes how his words and hers are different somehow. His, colloquial and easy. But she speaks in full sentences, sentences with grammatical correctness. And her pronunciation, it is precise and careful, formal and also correct.

The overlapping flow of their words ends in the futility of their speaking. Each stops and waits. At last, he chuckles. Her smile is enigmatic, her lips pressed together, her eyes lighting up in inner amusement.

He nods, a cue that she should go first, his gentlemanly act. She raises her shoulders and hunches her head low as if shy.

"I am so sorry. I am afraid that I was not paying attention to how quickly I was walking."

Her accent. European? Her speech is as if she is reading it from a page of an English language textbook. Her measured words catch his attention. The accent, from where? She is a little older than he, perhaps her late thirties.

He suddenly becomes aware that his hands hold her at her waist, a firmness in his grip there, more than a dancer's grasp. He is uncomfortably close, in her personal space. He releases her and steps back, but the warmth of her, her slenderness remains a memory in his hands.

She notices that one of her buttons has slipped loose in their collision. She is embarrassed, blushes hotly. He feels bad for her. She quickly raises her hand to cover her exposed chest and turns sideways from him,. She snakes her hand inside her blouse to adjust her bra where he jostled her. She does this quickly, as if she needs to regain her modesty right away. He watches guiltily, her hand is inside her shirt in her intimate places, a routine movement she would do in front of a mirror every day, but now, here in a public gallery. She tugs on the bra strap jiggling herself back into place. She re-buttons her shirt right to the top, covering up now. Her hand is at her throat covering her flushed skin, as if locking herself within. She turns to face him again.

One last apology each, an awkward moment's silence and they separate to go about their business. As he bends to pick up the dropped gallery guide he watches her stroll away, not striding as before, but slowly, sauntering just a few paces. Hesitation? She stops further down the room looking at a wooden sculpture in a display case.

As he returns to his painting he feels her eyes upon him. There is an irresistible urge to look her way. He fights it for a moment but in the power of her gaze he finally succumbs and looks. Her head is bent low to the carving as if studying its detail, but it's a sham; her eyes are turned his way. She is looking at him askance, looking at his shoes at this instant, strange. He can't help but think that her eyes have travelled the length of his body, stopping just now at his shoes. He smiles inwardly. The size of my feet. As soon as she realizes that he is looking back, her gaze flashes up to his eyes and they connect.

Her eyes are uniquely brown, brown but not dark. A lighter shade, milk chocolate, they show the striking details of her irises. Her eyes have passionate force, holding him in their gaze, having him. As her eyes pierce him, he is astonished at their distinctive beauty.

Their eyes fix upon each other and the moment stops the world. He sees that same smile as before, her lips pressed together as if an inner thought has amused her. Again she stretches her shoulders high, holds her head low as if trying to disappear inside of herself. The posture is endearing to him, a demonstration of her shyness, her reserve.

There is no doubt. He smiles broadly, turns and goes to her.

~

Minutes later they are having a coffee in the café next door to the gallery. He and she, sipping away, savouring the deep flavours, they sit quietly in a corner of the café. She has her back to the wall, looking out into the room so that she can see.

"So what brings you to the gallery?" he asks.

"My work is in the art world," she answers formally, incompletely. He raises his eyebrows, a non-verbal invitation for her to continue. Nothing.

"The art world? What do you do?"

"I own a gallery in Ottawa. I am soon to open another in Montreal. And you? What do you do?"

"I have my own company. Graphic arts. It pays the bills, eh", he says with a grin.

"Ah. You are a commercial artist."

"Yes, but I do my own stuff too, paint, draw a little, just for me. Gifts to friends sometimes," he says.

"Ah! Then you are a practising artist also! Perhaps you will do a show in one of my galleries." Her eyes shine.

He learns that she is Drazena. She wears a fitted linen shirt the colour of butter, a subtle embroidered detail on its collar. The shirt fits her well, stretching perfectly across her breast, not loose, not too tight. She is Croatian, orphaned as a teenager in the war. Now, all that is in the past, the sadness of her losses like early morning dew, renewed in her every day but vanishing in the warming brightness.

Their time together flies, but now it is time to go. Out on the street there is an awkward pause. He wants to kiss her on the cheek, but she seems so formal, so reserved. He extends his hand to shake hers, not wanting to overstep her comfort.

"Thank you. This was so nice."

She apologizes once more. "I am sorry that I knocked into you", but he is glad for it, not sorry. He gazes at her expression wondering about the afternoon and supposing a tomorrow.

"Can I call you, you know, see you again?" he asks clumsily.

She smiles warmly. "I would enjoy that. Yes. Please call me." A phone number is scribbled on a palm.

"Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

~

They are to enjoy a salon concert together, works for flute and piano. Knocking on her apartment door, he hears her striding to the door, watches a flicker of darkness in the peephole and hears the latch rattle open. The door opens a crack, held by the chain, tentatively and safe.

And there she is, but just half of her face, the rest obscured by the partly open door. Her hair is up, but a lock escapes its clip and slips down over her eyes like a veil. To him the movement of her hair is a slow-motion flow, seeing its softness in the movement, a golden halo surrounding her from the lights behind. In his mind she is an image incomplete, not fully revealed, enticing, a mystery to be explored. His eyes try to penetrate through the hair that has fallen over her face, to see through it to her eyes. There, through her hair, their eyes connect and he sees a flicker in hers.

It is her smile. Feelings surge up inside him, so suddenly and powerfully that it startles him. He feels a compulsion to sketch her beauty as he sees it in this fleeting instant, to have this moment, her obscured face, the light, the yielding soft movement of her hair, and through it all the penetrating connection of her eyes. To draw her now would be to have her, to capture her beauty and hold it forever.

~

The concert is in a small meeting hall at the university, seating for perhaps sixty. Entering the hall, he guides her through the door. He catches her scent, subtle, vanilla.

They pause off to the side to choose where they will sit. He notices heads turning her way. She flushes slightly and seems uncomfortable, as if she were embarrassed to be in the spotlight, as if she wants to be unnoticed. He wonders. Can she be self-conscious of her own beauty?

If it were his choice alone, he would sit in the second row, not right up front. She prefers even further back, somewhere with fewer watching eyes behind her. He chooses two chairs in the third last row and follows her into the aisle. As she takes her chair she seems more comfortable, no longer in plain sight of the other patrons. She sits forward in her chair, upright, her face bright, her hands folded in her lap. She seems excited, her eyes lit up and her lips pressed together in her unique smile.

"It is wonderful to be here," she says. "I am glad that you were able to get the concert tickets, and that you have chosen to invite me." She has emphasized the 'me', as if he had a wide choice, so many alternatives. He smiles, her words are spoken so strangely, as if read from dialog written in another era, a time of social graces and civility, all of it coloured with her accent.

"My pleasure," he says, and it is the truth. There is something about her, her regal bearing, her quiet charisma. It charms him, endears her to him.

And yet, there is a distance between them, a gulf of language and culture to be sure, but not only that. He sees her as if she is a subject, someone to be observed and to feel awed by. She has become perfection to him, an overpowering ideal. He feels her fragile beauty as an ache, a longing for an unattainable ideal.

But despite his feelings, she is here sitting beside him. She relaxes in the chair and crosses one leg over the other. Again the artist's pang seizes him. He wishes he had his sketchbook, wants to render her beauty, to capture it into permanence. He sees her face in profile, her fine features, brown eyes with long lashes. Her hair is clipped up so femininely, her long neck and delicate collarbones. The fit of her dress on her body, elegant, slimming, her hips and thighs. Her hands are folded on her lap so beautifully, her long fingers, nails that are natural and manicured perfectly. The hem of her dress at her knees, the sweeping curve of her calves, her heels.

The room darkens somewhat and a spotlight appears at the piano. The concert is to begin.

~

Leaving the building after the concert, out on the street they hold hands. She is the one who has taken his hand in hers. He feels her thumb caress the skin of his hand with a single tender stroke. Time stops. Her thumb has caressed him, such a tiny gesture, but her outward expression of so much from one who seems a universe away from him. Her touch affirms her comfort that he is there with her, that they are not strangers to each other. Her small caress, a touch, a whisper of an embrace, wordlessly. Her manner of speech is so formal, so distant, and now she has expressed the first real intimacy. Two independent lives, souls apart, and now they are joined by this small physical sign. He squeezes her hand in response.

~

Outside the entrance to her building it is time to say goodnight. He does not expect to be invited up, not on their first real date, and what with her sense of propriety.

The hold both hands standing apart from each other. She looks up into his face with bright, brown eyes.

"It was a wonderful evening tonight."

"For me too."

"I hope that I am not being too forward." She pauses. "I should like to see you again, that is, if you would also."

"Yes, yes. I'd like that very much."

"Then you will call me?"

"Yes, of course."

"Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

She lifts herself to tiptoes and kisses him lightly on the lips. Her shoulders lift in her lovely way, her lips pressed into a smile. She turns from him and walks into the building's lobby. He watches as she presses the button for the elevator. Once she is in the elevator she turns again to face him, and as the doors close, she blows him a kiss. Another smile and the doors close.

He knows that he will think about her for days, that he will form an obsession about her. He pictures her beauty this evening in his mind and begins to imagine their next time together, and the next and the next.

There is something different about her, he realizes. As his imagination rolls out their future, she remains almost untouchable to him. He feels powerful, almost overwhelming attraction to her, and yet his mind stops short of imagining the ultimate intimacy with her.

She has become a goddess.

~

He asks her to take him to a good Croatian restaurant.

Hesitating, she asks, "May I be honest?"

"Of course."

A tiny muscle above her brow tenses, carving a shallow furrow, and he knows right away that he has made a mistake.

"I have a lot of...," and her voice breaks and then trails off.

He tries to jump in, holding up his hand to stop her.

"No. I'm sorry. Please don't...," he interrupts, but by then it is too late and she has struggled to resume.

"...memories...Too many..."

His head roars with remorse. "Idiot! Idiot! My comfortable life here, my easy life, advantages that I take for granted. How could I forget her past?" he thinks and suddenly she s in his arms, her face buried in his neck, her fists at her mouth. He feels her shuddering breath as she sobs.

"I'm sorry. Drazena. I'm sorry," but of course words are not enough.

Holding her close, protecting her, he can feel that her reserve, the separateness that he had felt with her has dissolved away in an instant. He begins to sway, to rock her slowly, his way of holding the rest of the world at bay while she can take her own time to suffer.

To hold her like this, to have her seek comfort in his arms after such an awful, unthinking mistake, is overwhelming. This was an intimacy like no other they have experienced together. He feels the warm wash of affection for her flood through him.

At long last she turns her head as if she is ready to face the hard world again. He feels her arms move to his back. She grasps him to her, holds him tightly as if she cannot be alone and apart. Suddenly, what had been a protective clutch for her and for him, is overwhelmingly mutual, the intimate embrace of two souls.

He feels her arms slacken. Fatigue? Something else? First her eyes seek out his, and then their lips are joined. He feels her softness, her lips so open to him, the light touch of her tongue to his, but most of all, he feels himself melt into her.

~

She cooks a meal for him in her apartment. It is a seafood dish, grilled scampi in tomato and garlic sauce.

Without looking up from the simmering sauce she says, "They enjoy this in my country." They, not we. She continues, "They call it 'Skampi na Buzaru.'"

He daren't pursue the topic, and tries to move the conversation to another subject altogether. Looking at her, he sees tension come out of her shoulders, as if she is grateful that he has not led her further back into her nightmarish past.

She is beautiful, wearing her apron and with the sleeves of her shirt rolled up. Even dressed casually, she looks elegant.

"What is it about her," he wonders. She moves about the kitchen and he cannot take his eyes off her. "Everyone moves," he thinks, "but not like she does." It comes to him: a dancer on the stage walks, and she can make it beautiful.

He realizes that he is staring, enjoying the fine gold chain at her throat and on her wrist, just as she looks up and smiles at him.

"You are so beautiful," he says and immediately feels embarrassed by such sophomoric compliment. But then he realizes that this is nothing more than the simple truth, and he needs her to know it.

Her eyes sparkle at his compliment. In the concert hall she had been self-conscious, but here, with him, because it is said by him, she smiles warmly.

"Thank you." Then, "You are very kind." Her shoulders rise in her unique smiling posture.

Across the dining table from each other the conversation and the laughter come easily. She amazes him in every way, her knowledge and intelligence, the insights that she shares. She talks freely at last about her adult life, her time at university, her travels and her love of art. He could listen to her forever.

And to watch as she eats is a sensual pleasure. Her fork rises to her mouth and her lips envelope the food, closing on it softly. She wets her lips, and he wants to go to her and kiss those lips, to feel their yielding softness. A sense of anticipation begins to grow in him, a stirring.

After eating, they clean up together. At long last, she gives the kitchen sink a final rinse and he folds the dishtowel.

Now. He wants to hold her and kiss her. He takes her into his arms and presses himself to her. They kiss, deeply and tenderly and he can feel his arousal begin to stir.

He pulls away from the kiss, looks deeply into her eyes searching, looking for her consent. But her eyes are inscrutable. He guides her out of the kitchen into the living room and then, toward her bedroom.

But he feels her hesitation through his hand at the curve of her back. No. They stand there, not moving.

"I am sorry," she says, and that is all it takes.

"No. No. I'm sorry. I apologize," he says, and for a moment there is awkward silence. He feels disappointment, but more than that, a powerful urge to respect her decision, to wait for her.

She breaks away from him, goes to the kitchen and pours more wine.

~

It is a week later. In the bedroom of his apartment, her words, so shocking just now, hang in the air. They are words of a different person altogether and yet she, Drazena, said them out loud.




Her Work



It had been a rapid introduction through an internet dating site. They'd both said the right things and there was some teasing. An exchange of pictures was enjoyed. She requested a picture of his cock. She added the word "laughing" after the request. He had refused.

"What about your balls then!" she wanted to know. In high dudgeon, he had responded. There were no pictures and she would have to look for herself. He added "lol" after and mentioned he was waiting for a picture of her pussy. She responded with "No chance!" and added "Laughing!" 

"What about your tits?" he replied. The bikini she'd been wearing in one of her pictures had been extremely brief and there wasn't much he hadn't seen. Nipples would have been nice though. Her skin was smooth with a golden luster of summer and the rounded flesh other bikinis might have covered was fulsome. He knew it was part of the tease. He had become her challenge and she was determined to be thorough.

Next time they were on the site they didn't tease- there was a tension that was mildly difficult. Both seemed to be waiting. 

"I don't know what I'll be doing for Valentine's Day," she wrote, "I have nothing planned."

"Would you like to meet?" he responded. The date was quickly set for Saturday at one in the afternoon. 

"You should send me a pic of your cock so I'll know you!" she wrote and added "Smiling" after. 

"Ha ha." he returned.

They met in the coffee shop at the local shopping center. He gave her a bunch of roses. She admired them and with her nose in the flowers inhaled the scent. She admired the setting, among maidenhair fern wrapped in soggy paper and with plastic around. Obviously it was his work and the flowers were from his garden. She put them on the table. 

Both had big smiles as they gathered each other in their arms for a tight hug. He felt her breasts and she thrust her pelvis forward to feel his cock. After a long kiss they sat, held hands over the table and said nothing for some time as they looked at each other. Eventually they ordered coffees in big mugs. In low voices they marveled at each other. 

"You're beautiful! Happy Valentine's Day," he told her and squeezed her hands. She squeezed his hands and told him he was very handsome. They smiled at each other as they drank their coffee.

"Seems silly having coffee here when I've got coffee at home," she whispered, as she leaned forward and allowed him a look down her shirt. He agreed. 

"Shall we go?" he asked, when they'd finished their coffees. She picked up her roses and together they walked to his car. He opened the door for her and she reached to him for a kiss. She took his lower lip in her mouth and sucked it. When the kiss ended she got in the car and flashed her panties as she moved her knees around. He closed the door, quickly went round and got in the driver's side. She was waiting with a kiss, having put the roses on the floor to be safe. 

They pulled each other in, close and tight. She ran a hand up and down his arm. Her hand moved away from his arm and slowly extended the area of her exploration. She felt the definition of his muscles and found the nubs of his nipples through his shirt. Her strokes extended to his neck and down his belly. She cradled his face in her hand and as she pulled from their kiss she whispered.

"I can't wait." They gathered each other into a kiss again as her hand went to the top of his pants and her fingers slid inside. His belt was too tight. She reached up to kiss his eyes closed and not let him see what she was doing. Her hand quickly had his belt unbuckled and pants open. Her cool hand wrapped around his heat and she felt the hardness. They both moaned as she stroked. 

He unbuttoned her shirt and pushed his fingers under her bra. Her nipple was large and his fingers rolled it. They sighed. She looked at his cock, its head large and purple, its shaft long and hard. She lowered her head and his fingers came out of her bra as she took his cock in her mouth.

He unclasped her bra as she explored him, her head slid up and down as she held his cock in place. He cradled a breast in his hand as she worked. It didn't take long. When he groaned she quickened her pace. The tentative thrust of his hips encouraged her more. The taste of some fluid and suddenly his hips jerked. She held on as she trapped his juice in her mouth. When she caught up with the flow she sucked the last from him and sat with her mouth open to show him her catch. She giggled and he watched as she swallowed.

"Got it," she said, "got you! Happy Valentine's Day!" and she giggled louder. "Lovely," she told him and wiped her tongue around her lips. He reached to her belt and she took his hand in hers.

"Coffee," she whispered and kissed his lips. As he turned the key they looked around the car park, Surprised, he hadn't thought about where they were but they saw faces looking back. Obviously their audience had been large. 

He trod on the pedals and quickly they were on their way. They both laughed. He saw her breasts ripple and gave little thought as to whether any one had taken the car's number. She left her breasts uncovered and his cock shrank as she watched and pointed with her finger where to turn. He guessed the next turn would be his. He exceeded the speed limit in anticipation. He wondered about what he would do. 

She pointed to a drive way beside a red brick house and he pulled the car in. He quickly shut the motor down and wrenched at the handbrake. They were quick to open their doors. He watched as she ran, her breasts bounced and she fumbled in her bag for a key. The door opened and they both ran inside. 

He caught her for a kiss and held her. She returned his kiss as he held her breasts and gave them friendly squeezes. She pulled him, her hand around his, into the kitchen where she organized coffee. He kept reaching for her, tried to hold her to him so he could take off her pants. Instead, she put her bra back on and buttoned her shirt. He too tidied himself and pulled up his zip.

The coffee seemed to take forever. He didn't expect her to put his coffee in his hands. Laden with an over filled mug he followed and she led him to her bedroom. He'd been planning to strip her on the way to the bedroom, leave a trail of clothes and tumble her into bed for a busy Valentine's fuck. 

They put their coffee down and he took her in his arms. She extricated herself from him and attended to her computer. There was just a little to do she explained and he waited patiently for the minute or two. He looked around the room. It was tidy with a deep red quilt on the king size bed. She had a lot of computer stuff and he'd been told she needed it for her job. He sat on the bed, uncertain as to what was happening. With the computer work finally finished she walked to him on her knees, hugged and pulled him to her. 

"Thank you," she said. He turned to her and kissed. They kissed for a while, sucked in each others tongues and bottom lips and her hands went to the buttons on his shirt. She pulled it off and went to his belt as he reached for her shirt. 

"Not yet," she whispered, and tugged his pants open. She took his cock in her hand and kissed it. With a few strokes she had it tumescent. He reached for her and she took his hand, put it by his side and pulled at his pants. As one, she took off his pants, jocks, shoes and socks.Her cleavage was tempting. Naked, he lay before her, waiting for his opportunity. 

She stroked his cock, kissed it, held it up to examine it and spread his legs wide. She handled his balls, separated them in her hands and around each she stretched a hair tie. She kissed them and took each in her mouth.

"You're hairy." she told him as she took off the hair ties. "Wait here." He could hear a clatter of things and she returned. He felt the cold of shaving cream hit his skin and she smoothed it around. She leaned to him, kissed and with her arms around his neck held him tight. Under her kisses his eyes closed and she whispered he should keep them shut.

With her attention on his sex and razor in hand she drew it through the thicket of hair. He'd never been shaved before, the cut throat razor would have been an extra surprise had he looked. As his scrotum was stretched it was cleaned quickly. With her hand under his knees he lifted them to provide greater access and she pushed them to his chest to finish. She toweled him and with a permanent marker wrote "mine" across his balls. 

When her finger was pushed up his bum he was surprised. She took his balls in her mouth and sucked them. He enjoyed her playing with them. Then she went to his cock, cradled it in her hands and licked it. He felt so special as his cock throbbed. There was no hurry.

A pinging sound frequently came from the computer and he guessed it was still doing some thing for her. He watched her cleavage as her breasts, loosely fettered, rolled with her movement. She stroked his cock gently and teased its head. Every so often she walked on her knees to kiss him and she batted his hands away with hers when he tried to unbutton her shirt.

"Your turn will come, but first, I want to make you cum." She giggled and pulled his shirt off. With his cock in her mouth she teased the head with her tongue. The sensation was almost overwhelming as she pushed it to her palate and sucked. 

Slowly her lips descended the shaft and he felt her warm breath on his skin. She held his balls as he felt her lips touch his newly shaven skin. Several times she took his whole cock in her mouth and held it there for a few moments before sliding her lips up again. Then she stroked it with her hand, unhurried as she pulled his pee slit open to look at the red inside. His cock throbbed and drooled. She put her finger in the drool and stretched it into long strings before she cleaned up with her tongue. 

On her knees she walked to the end of the bed and checked the computer. She studied it a moment and returned to kiss him. Then she went to his sex and took his cock in her mouth. She dragged her teeth up it, made him squirm and began to bob her head up and down as she blew him. 

He shuddered as he came with large gobs her mouth could barely contain. She obtained the last by hand as she sucked it out of him. With her mouth full and semen escaping from the corners she giggled. 

As he lay immobile on the bed, thoroughly drained, she walked on her knees to the computer and with her back to him opened her mouth to show her trophy. He was too exhausted to think about what she was doing and had no interest in computers any way. His own was headache enough. The digital age had largely eluded him. He had no interest in fingers and toes. With her head forward she swallowed several times and showed her mouth empty. 

She went back, wrapped her arms around him and showered him with kisses. She whispered about his beautiful cock, so big and hard and so much in it. He sighed and held her. He had to void. 

His clothes were under the bed and before he began to panic she held his hand, took him to the toilet and held his penis as the urine flowed. She offered coffee. He was very mellow after having just ejaculated.

Together they returned to the kitchen and she gave him fruit juice as well. He felt strangely comfortable being naked while she was fully clothed. She kept handling his cock and feeling his balls as she complimented him on the shave he'd been given. It felt odd being hairless, being able to feel every slight breeze on his skin. 

She led him out to her patio and they sat. When his energy returned he made her laugh as he expressed his surprise about what had happened so far. She laughed because he didn't know half of it.

"Hey,' he exclaimed, "I haven't seen your pussy yet!" and she laughed again

"Don't worry. Your turn will come. It's Valentine's Day, I want you to suck it, make it red with so much use and make me cum. Soon, it will all be yours." and she rubbed it with her hand over her jeans and showed him the wet spot. He grinned. "You want my tits too, don't you?" she asked as she smoothed her hands over them, hefted them in her bra and reshaped her shirt. She leaned to him and kissed as his hands displaced hers to hold her breasts. They giggled. 

"After you've made me cum I want a Valentine fuck." she teased, "I want to be banged so hard!" He laughed a little, and hoped he was still able. But, if he took his time...

With the drinks gone she stood and led him back to the bedroom. She tended to the computer again as he waited, then moved to the middle of the bed and lay down. He kissed as he ran his hands over her, felt her breasts and cupped her mound. 

She held his cock as he undid buttons and lay her shirt to the sides. Her small, black, lace bra barely contained her breasts. He slipped his fingers under it and pulled it up over them. Her nipples were large, neatly defined and he closed his mouth over one as his fingers played with the other. 

She sighed as he sucked and lashed with his tongue, first one, then the other and sucked them so hard she thought for a moment they'd pop. He was enthusiastic but a little rough. She asked why he was in such a hurry and suggested he slow down, titillate, don't eradicate she implored. He settled into a better rhythm, a little slower and watched how she responded. 

He rolled her on the bed as he removed her shirt and bra. He shaped her breasts in his hands and moved them around, kissed them, licked and sucked. The bumps on her areolas fascinated him, their chaotic placement and strange prominence. He lifted her breasts to feel their weight and examined their under sides. She giggled and hoped it was all on cam.

He progressed down and undid her belt, button and zip. She lifted as he slid her jeans and panties down and found her slit. She couldn't help but think how good it would look on cam as he pulled her apart and examined. His fingers delved and he licked and sucked. 

"I wish I could have a picture," he whispered and she laughed. If only he knew, and the computer went "ping" again with more money. She spread her legs as wide as she could and with two pillows under her head she watched. She gave him hints as to what he could do. She was so wet and he discovered it to be viscid as he stretched strings and watched them snap. "Ping!" The dollars were coming in.

He stretched out her labia and watched them as they retracted. Two fingers, three, inside her, thank goodness he didn't try four. She told him to gently stretch it and soon he'd fit five- but not his whole hand. His hands were big, like his cock. 

He licked and sucked. She could feel the rasp of his tongue on the shadow of pubic hair, and was glad he wasn't shaving her. Next time, perhaps she wouldn't shave before they met and she reflected on her luck. The pings had been rapid while she shaved him and the cut throat razor always added to the thrill. 

He started on her clit. She was hoping he'd leave it a little longer, the audience was still growing. His touch made her reckless and she lifted her pussy to him in encouragement.

Lubricant was needed and she squirted some in his hands. He pushed in three fingers and went to four. Slowly, gently, he managed and she could feel him cradle her cervix with his finger tips. She could barely stay on the bed. She loved having her pussy full.

He went to her clit and teased. She felt him pull back the hood and expose it. He touched with a finger and soon his tongue. She wished she could watch on screen but would roll the recording when he'd gone. "Ping!" The lubricant was helpful as he rubbed her clit and she responded with thrusts that encouraged him. He had four fingers in her again, greedy pussy, and she reached for his cock to hold. He carefully rubbed her clit. She moaned as the spasms started and she bucked and quivered, screamed and grunted as she came. She knew she was on a winner. How often was it all this real? "Ping."

He was still excited, more to come, more cum and she giggled with the thought, his cock was almost bursting with promise, so hard and stiff. She gave it a gentle squeeze. So far, her lucky day! How appropriate for Valentine's Day! She wondered how much she'd earned. She'd almost exhausted the potential from the dating site. So many men had shared her. None had been this good though.

They went for another drink. Coffee and juice again, together, naked on the patio. They looked at each other with a strange satisfaction. Next time, she thought, she'd show him how to make her squirt. That would be fun. For now, a solid fuck was all she wanted. How wonderful to be satiated. 

He wondered how he could get a picture. He'd forgotten his camera. Film was so expensive now but he wasn't wanting pictures of fingers and toes. Digital wasn't for him.

As they drank and sat with their thoughts it seemed to be getting cooler. She remarked about it and he agreed. They drank quickly and made their way inside.

She lead the way and as they passed through the lounge room he lunged and picked her up. She screamed with laughter as he carried her to the bedroom with her arms around his neck. Beside the bed he threw her and the bed squeaked as she landed and bounced. 

She was laughing, her tits bobbled and she quickly inched herself to the middle of the bed. Neither were certain what to do next, one if those strange moments of indecision but she drew up her legs, dropped her knees and held her arms out to him. He was quick as he knee walked between her legs, his cock so rigid and huge.

"Wait! Wait!" she said and he watched as she put two pillows under her bum to present her pussy as a better target and provide her audience with a bigger thrill. She stretched her arms towards him and he came to her, kissed her pussy, each breast and then full on her lips as she took his cock in hand and guided it home.

They lay for a while, adjusting to their coupling before he rammed it all the way in. Her tits bounced with the impact and she imagined the audience being able to see the precise moment he entered, the way she opened for him and the shake of his balls. She couldn't have choreographed a better beginning and she sneaked her hand down to hold his balls. She liked them to know who was in charge.

He sawed it in and out until she held him to her and rolled so he was on his back and she was riding him. She kissed him as she showed them her pussy with his cock inside. She rode him like a bucking bronco as she slammed her pussy onto his cock. There were so many pings from the computer. 

She kissed him, her breasts hung as she bent over and he held them, swung them round and gave them a gentle squeeze. She knew some would see it though wished she was facing the other way for a moment. He let her breasts go and she started to ride him again. As she was building the momentum he rolled over and contact was lost. He quickly lifted her hips. 

His cock was inside again, he fucked fast and with his hands pulled her towards him with every thrust. She wailed with the exquisite touch of his cock each time it probed deep inside. So good. So bloody marvelous! Ping. She touched her clit and felt her flesh shudder. 

He was fucking miraculous! She wanted to shout about her discovery. Most of the men she'd had prompted comments of mirth about their inadequacy. Not this one. He was aiming his cock high in her pussy so the head dragged the front wall. He had to know about the G spot! She was wide open and inside, every thing was touched as he plundered. She laughed with the joy, wailed with the exquisite sensitivity and breathed with huge droughts when she could. 

The tension built and suddenly exploded as she trembled and screamed and her whole body twitched with such discordance she would have fallen if he hadn't held her. He continued to plow her and she juddered from one orgasm to another in quick succession. 




Her Work



He was relentless. She hadn't had this in so long and was glad she had some thing the audience could go back to, that would elicit a few pings from the computer, even on her day off. How lucky she could give it the title "Valentine's Day!" 

She was becoming sore when he suddenly tightened to a strange rigidity and with a hand between her legs she grabbed his balls. His movements stuttered, he grunted and she felt the warmth of his cum as it spurted. She felt the slippery juice with her fingers as it spilled from inside and ran down her thighs. Ping.

His cock softened. He collapsed beside her to recover his breath and energy. They held each other, felt each other's sweat and murmured little things that meant so much but had no words. 

"Happy Valentine's Day," she managed to whisper.

"Happy Valentine's," he responded and they laughed. 

He caressed her breasts and she touched his cock. It was sticky. She thought nothing of it for a while. It was a slightly familiar kind of sticky and she sat up to look. She was horrified to see the blood, the raw wound where the skin had been rubbed off. He lay with no concern and when she urged him to look he still seemed untroubled.

"Be right in two days," he told her. She went to the bathroom, found some ointment and slathered it on. She found a bandage, wrapped it round and secured it in place with a few turns around his balls. It looked funny to see his balls with the bandages around them. He kept reassuring her but was pleased with the attention. And the computer pinged continuously.

He left soon after, he dressed- she didn't bother, they kissed and he was gone. Another date was set, she told him not to shave before and waved as he pulled out of the drive. With a toot of the horn and a poor gear change he was away. She closed the door, locked it and suddenly remembered her Valentine's roses, on the floor inside his ute.

She knew her room would be waiting, as she sat in her customary chair and logged in. The room still had a buzz of excitement. She turned on her cam and placed it in front of her. 

"You look happy," was the first comment.

"I am," she replied, and added, "I haven't been screwed like that for so long!" She giggled. "My pussy feels wonderful." 

"Can we see it?" some one asked and she redirected the cam, spread her legs and opened her pussy. Ping. She delved deep with her fingers and made the usual special show of her clit. Ping.

"Looks red,"

"I know!"

"We were with you all the way." 

"No cream?" some one asked.

"What a wonderful Valentine's Day."

"No cream. Bandaging his wounds took too long." She giggled again. "Next Saturday we meet again at one," she replied and as she sent the message she felt a cold prickle flash through her. 

"He doesn't know about us?"

"Not yet."

"You know, you had more than 37,000 peeps fucking you at one stage?"

"Wow! Makes me feel very special," she said.

"Can you rub one out for us now?"

*

Note. Ute is like a pick up truck. We aren't as strong as Americans and struggle to pick them up, particularly at speed.



Her World



K’s a deviant. It’s ok though because she’s aware of it. In her 24 years of life she has come to terms with her inner pervert. Sex is an addiction for some people - it was explained to her by several members of the psychiatric profession and the first step to overcoming any addiction is to recognize the problem. The problem, of course, is as complex as K’s imagination can make it. She has become quite an expert at creating a world of sexual deprivation and fantasy.

There’s the priest she seduces every morning when she awakes. How he quotes the scripture to her while she lies naked, young legs spread wide, on the alter of the old church. With the holy man preaching the gospel of sin and corruption in her ears and her hand clocking sixty under the covers in the dawn light, she gasps and withers in ecstasy. The priest stares, mesmerized by her wanton lust, holding his bible in shaking hands. His eyes widen when she bucks to orgasm, spraying her girl cum onto the tent of his black robe. When her breathing subsides, she opens her eyes and curses the weekday, knowing that she must rise from her soaked bed and get ready for work.

After stripping the sheets and remaking the bed with fresh linen from the well stocked cupboard, K heads to the bathroom for a shower. One glance at the clock on the wall reminds her to hurry or she will be late for work again. With the shower stream warm on her body, she begins to shampoo and wash herself. The soap is slippery over her skin. She becomes enthralled by the feeling of her hands upon her flesh and cannot resist the pull back to her world. Forgetting the time, she takes the hand-held shower massager down and turns the dial to her favorite setting. The manufacture made good on it’s promise of 92 invigorating pulses. When the spray hits her clit, she knows he is behind her, calling her his “little girl”. Cooing and coaxing her to be good for him, to get herself nice and juicy for her daddy. She reaches behind her with soapy fingers and feels him rubbing her young ass. “My beautiful girls likes it when daddy puts it in her ass, doesn’t she?” he murmurs in her ear. She gasps and grabs the anal plug on the edge of the tub, lubing it with soap then pressing it to her tightest hole. “That’s my sweet baby,” he groans as her pushes it into her. She feels the pressure and pain of the first few strokes, then her ass opens and he glides in and out smoothly. She feels her ass tighten around him as the water spray, full on her pussy, brings another shuddering orgasm from her core.

In the mist of the shower, K stares at the tile wall, trying to catch her breath. The illusion fades and she is left alone and empty. She curses the day once more. She curses reality and its annoying ability to tear her away from the world she loves. Sighing, she turns off the water and puts the plug back on the side of the tub. She notices the time. Work started 20 minutes ago. Late again. She knows she will be fired today; they have put up with her tardiness, among other things, for 2 months now and her probationary period makes it easy to terminate her. She feels more relief then regret. Tomorrow she can spend the entire day in bed.



Focused for a while, K dresses quickly, grabs her purse and leaves her apartment, heading for the subway. The street is busy with mid-morning traffic. She avoids meeting the eyes of the passersby on the sidewalk and briskly trudges to the stairs of the underground transit 2 blocks from home. Descending quickly, dropping her token she turns the corner to the platform, placing her back to the wall and keeping her head down. With a roar the subway train comes into the station and stops. The doors open and she waits till the last second before entering, avoiding touching anyone and plops down on a vacant seat. With the motion of the car signaling the 5-minute journey to her office building, she tries keeping her eyes on the floor but her peripheral vision betrays her. The woman seated across from her in the red business suit is beautiful. Long black hair, gorgeous legs, and ample breasts curving her outline, K feels the stirrings within her again. The woman in red is reading the morning paper and drinking her coffee. No, probably a latte, K reasons with herself. A high-powered attorney? A woman of authority for sure. Older. Wiser. A woman who could put her on her knees.

Reality dims and suddenly K sees herself on the floor of the subway car, crawling toward the woman across from her. Head lowered, ass in the air, she slowly moves closer. K knows the other people in the car are staring at her; everyone except the woman in red. She continues to read her paper even as K reaches her feet. On hands and knees, K waits patiently for acknowledgement. A sip of coffee seems to deny the girl on the floor but then the woman in red places the paper to her lap while absently lowering her hand to pet the head of the girl below her. This brings sounds of whimpering from K as she silently begs the woman to demand her services.

Slowly, ever so cautiously, she begins to place gentle kisses on the woman’s ankle. The woman seated, shifts her position, opening her legs slightly. An invitation? K raises her head, trailing her moist lips up the smooth silk of the woman’s stocking. Past her knee, K begins to moan with anticipation and feels the heat of the woman’s pussy on her forehead. The sweet smell of floral perfume combined with the musky smell of cunt reaches K’s nostrils as she pushes her way into the woman’s crotch. Damp panties against her lips make K’s clit throb. She begins to lick and nuzzle the red silk panties in her face and reaches down to stroke her own kitty. The people on the subway are all staring silently. K doesn’t care. She is in heaven. Only the sound of moaning can be heard as she feels her inside walls clenching, her white cotton panties moist. She tries to taste the woman by moving the……….

“Miss. You have to leave the train”. A man’s voice brings K out of it. She is still seated. All the other passengers have moved to the other side of the car, including the woman in the red business suit. Staring at K. Staring at K’s hand in her crotch. Staring with looks of disgust and contempt. K wants to cry, but instead she just lowers her head, removes her hand from herself and follows the man to the door and out the subway. It takes a moment for her to realize that she is on the other end of town at least 15 blocks from her normal stop. Shit. So much for work. Should have just stayed at home today.



Climbing the stairs to the street above, K again keeps her head lowered. She tries to get her bearings by glancing up at the street signs. Yonge and Bloor. Isn’t this where…..? Yes. It’s where his office is. Perhaps it’s a sign. K heads across the street and into the tall glass building that she has entered so many times before. She keeps away from the security guard who smiles at her. She looks on the wall at the directory. Dr. Miles Lawrence; PhD. Psychiatrist. 23rd floor. There is fluttering in K’s belly. Fluttering that scares her. She’s not sure why she always feels this way whenever she comes here. She didn’t feel it the first time though. She only felt it every other time over the last 18 months that she has been coming to see him.

She heads to the elevator. Luckily there is only one other person waiting. An old man. 

K keeps her eyes on the floor, praying that he is only going up one floor and is taking the elevator because he can’t manage the stairs. The bell rings. The doors open and a small wave of people exit. K waits till the man gets on then cautiously enters the enclosed space keeping her back to the wall and head down. She sees him push number 26. Shit. With a trembling hand, K reaches out to push the 23 button. As it lights up she pulls her hand back but the old man grabs it. His leer is nasty. “I like young girls,” he snarls pulling himself toward her. He shoves his arthritic hands up her skirt and fumbles with her cotton panties. She resists at first but with his smelly breath on her neck and his fingers groping her sex she finds herself aroused. She moans and begins to buck her hips toward him. “Yes, that’s it little slut. Show me what you like.” He unzips his fly and takes out his cock. It’s small but hard like a short, stubby finger. He begins to jab it into her, pulling her panties aside and pushing her against the wall of the elevator. “You like that don’t you whore?” he spits at her, grunting and thrusting his pencil cock in her. She moans and feels her juices running down her legs when the elevator bell rings. The doors open and so do her eyes. The old man is like a statue with disbelieving eyes. K lets go of his hand, the hand that she thrust into her and quickly steps out of the elevator. Looking back she watches the doors close, watches as the old man continues to stare at his fingers coated with her cum. Shit. 

Down the hall is the door where he is. She reaches for the handle and with a deep breath enters his office. Lucy is there typing on the computer. She looks up from her desk and instantly masks her expression but K knows that this woman thinks she is certifiable. Lucy smiles that fake “Sorry you’re a fucking freak” smile and asks her if K has an appointment. She shakes her head, more to remove the image of Lucy in leather with a whip in her hands, than to answer the question. She watches Dr. Lawrence’s secretary pick up the phone and then motions K to the door where he waits mumbling something about how she is lucky that he had a cancellation and can see her right now.

When she enters his office he is there to greet her. Tall, handsome and strong, he looks nothing like the egg-head type her mother used to take her too when she was 8 and was caught on the jungle gym at the school ground standing in front all the boys, her dress held high with her panties around her ankles. Dr. Lawrence asks her to sit on the couch and takes out a pen and pad then positions himself directly across from her. He tells her he can sense that she is having a bad day. She nods this time looking him directly in the eyes. He smiles and says that everything is going to be ok and that she can get a grip on this. He tells her he wants to try an exercise that will help her focus and to close her eyes. When she does he begins to describe a beautiful lake. She is to imagine herself on the front yard of a cottage on that lake where there is no one but her and the wilderness. That she is safe and her mind is focused on rest and relaxation. His voice reaches her continuing to describe the image. Serene and tranquil. Safe and normal. A summer day at the cottage. Nice. 

When she feels the smooth head of his cock against her lips she hungrily takes it into her mouth. His voice continues to encourage her to relax and enjoy the fantasy while she sucks on him. Warm and hard, his cock is like candy to her. Like English toffee. Like fine chocolate. She feasts and moans and wants to devour him. He thrusts in and out and his groans obliterate the cottage and the lake. Warm liquid pours into her, like sunshine. She is happy……. she feels safe…… she hears him whisper her name. She opens her eyes and he is still sitting on the couch. His pants zipped up. Smiling at her. She shakes her head with disappointment trying to smile back and telling him that, yes, she does seem to be more focused now. He leads her to the door and reminds her that he is here anytime she needs him. She thanks him and heads out, past Lucy, down the hall to the ladies room. 

She approaches the sink and stares at her image in the mirror. Maybe she will be ok. She does seem to feel a little better. Maybe he is right and she can get past this. A smile curves her mouth and she begins to believe that everything will be normal for her. Something white at the corner of her mouth catches her eye. Toothpaste? Her tongue snakes out and tastes the salty liquid and she knows instantly that everything will never be normal in her world.