2 comments/ 86825 views/ 6 favorites Super Bowl Ring By: Don Grampa Sitting in the far corner of the dimly lit bar, Jack was slightly overwhelmed by the ear-splitting noise emitted by a so-called Country Western band and found it difficult to concentrate on the details of his plan for later that evening. However, the main distraction wasn't the off-key tones of the rancid music, but the shapely ass of the blonde being maneuvered into his corner by her dance partner. Wearing a long-sleeve white blouse and a short black skirt with cowboy boots, the woman had caught Jack's eye earlier in the evening during a line dance. Even from his booth, the sight of her smallish tits jiggling with her every movement and her nipples protruding from her thin blouse had kept his attention. She shared a table with two other women and, during the course of the evening, had danced with just about every male in the place except Jack. Of course, Jack hadn't asked her yet. Now, she danced to a slow song just a couple feet away from him. She looked in her late thirties or early forties, had long legs, and a nice tight ass. Her constant smile gave Jack the impression she was two sheets to the wind. Both of her arms were draped around her partner's neck and his hands were firmly molded to her ass cheeks, his long fingers inching up her skirt while they just swayed in place. As the song ended, she leaned her head against his chest. His body shielding his actions from almost everyone in the bar, he shifted his hands under her skirt and onto her sheer white panties. Jack had to slip his hand under the waistband of his slacks to adjust his instantly throbbing cock as he watched the guy slip his fingers under the elastic leg holes of the blonde's underpants. Then he pulled her panties down to just below her ass cheeks and pushed his hand into the crack of her ass, the action captivating Jack. But all of a sudden, the woman shoved the guy's chest hard, forcing his hands from her ass, and went back to her table. Obviously stunned, the guy stood there for a second before ambling over to the bar. When the band started playing another slow tune, Jack hastily readjusted himself down one leg of his trousers and ambled over to the woman. "Would you like to dance?" Jack asked, knowing full well that the lady hadn't had a chance to pull her panties back up. Even though he no longer smoked, the ravages of twenty plus years on the weed and spending a lot of time outdoors left Jack with a dark, leathery, lined face that made him look a little older than his forty-two years. Still, at five foot ten and one hundred eighty pounds, he was physically fit and his flashing smile made him look pretty damn good. "Sure," the woman said, even though she'd just told her friends it was time to go home. But she thought this guy was kind of cute, so why not? Extending her hand to Jack, she said, "My name's Sharon." "I'm Jack," he said, leading her onto the dance floor. As he slowly maneuvered them around the floor, Jack put his hands on her hips and Sharon put her hands on his shoulders. Jack kept their torsos constantly swaying so her pert little breasts rubbed against his chest and his stiff cock rubbed against her lower stomach. Pulling her closer, Jack gradually guided her into the far dark corner of the bar. "It must be difficult dancing with your panties pushed down to your thighs," Jack whispered in Sharon's ear. "If you promise not to jump and keep dancing with me, I'll pull them up for you." Looking up at Jack's smiling face, Sharon stuttered, "H-how . . . did you know?" "Secrets of the trade," Jack said quietly as his hands went under her skirt and grasped her panties. They were kind of bunched and twisted, so he had to move his hands from back to front and then back again until they were back in place. During this undertaking, Jack managed to stroke her pubic hair and the baby-soft skin of her ass with his long fingers. "There, that should be better," Jack commented, sensually caressing her firm ass through her thin panties before returning his hands to her hips. "Thank you. You're a considerate man. But I'm still curious how you knew about my predicament. Did you see that asshole I was dancing with take advantage of me?" "I'll never tell," Jack said. "Are you ready for a twirl and a dip? The song's almost over. Here we go." Holding her right hand in his left, he twirled her around three times, each time letting his right hand fondle first one breast then the other. After the twirls, he positioned her crotch tightly against his thigh and plunged her into a deep dip. Once again upright, he planted a sloppy wet kiss on her lips and boldly grasped her right breast and tweaked her nipple. "Thanks for the dance," Jack said as he led her back to her table. "It was fun." "You're welcome. It was fun for me too, but I'd better get out of here and go home. You know, if I weren't married, I'd jump your bones. Your shifty hands got me all turned on." "Me too, sweetie. Thanks again." Chuckling to himself, Jack went back to his beer, so he could go over his plan for the rest the evening. The episode with the blonde had reinforced Jack's confidence in himself and his ability to do whatever he wanted. Which was a good thing, because Jack was about to knowingly break the law for the first time in his life. For the past six years, Jack had been employed as an electrician with a security company, installing alarm systems. Two years ago, he and his wife of ten years agreed it was time to go their separate ways and with no children, it was an easy split. Since the divorce, Jack had been bored with both his life and his job. He'd been debating whether or not to quit his job and seek his fortune elsewhere when he heard how he could get an easy ten grand. A wealthy man he met while installing a security system was willing to pay ten big ones -- no questions asked -- for a Super Bowl ring. And luckily, Jack knew where to get one. Late last year, he installed a security system in the home of an NFL quarterback, whose team had won the Super Bowl and who'd been elected the league's most valuable player. Six months ago, Jack had set his plan in motion. He resigned from his job, sold his car, and moved out of his apartment, putting everything he wanted to keep in a rental storage unit. Then he took a two-week cruise through the Caribbean and shaved off the mustache and goatee he'd worn for the last fifteen years. Now he was back in town and he was positive even his own mother wouldn't recognize him. Biding his time until after midnight, Jack had thought he'd have a few beers at a roadhouse bar less than a mile from the quarterback's home, which was located in a gated community. The sexy blonde had been a nice diversion, but now it was close to 1 AM, so Jack figured it was time to get going. Leaving the bar, he collected his gear from beneath a bush where he'd secreted it earlier and was on his way. Keeping to the shadows and staying off the road, Jack ended up at the eight-foot high brick wall directly behind the quarterback's home. He unwrapped the twelve-foot long hunk of nylon rope he carried coiled around his waist, looped it over a protrusion on the wall, and hoisted himself up. With quiet effortlessness, he scaled the wall, swung himself over it, and lowered himself down onto the grass less than fifty yards from the house. Now came the tricky part -- the only part that really worried Jack. He had to get to the house without being observed and there wasn't any other way but to brazen it out and move quickly. If someone inside looked out the window and spotted him, the caper was as good as over. Luck was with him, though, and less than two minutes later he had bypassed the alarm system and was standing in the kitchen. The house was silent and dark. He made a quick check of all the rooms and found the only two occupants in the house were both sleeping soundly in the master bedroom. Although the light was dim, he could just make out the shape of the couple lying on their sides on the king-sized bed. He went over to the much larger form, who Jack assumed was the quarterback and shined his flashlight in the man's eyes. When the man stirred, Jack aimed his thirty-eight revolver at him and commanded, "Roll over on your stomach and keep your hands on the outside of the covers. If you do as I say and just cooperate, no one has to get hurt." With that, Jack took a step back and turned on the light in the bathroom. The light spread across the room and the quarterback's wife sat up and let out a little yelp. "You just stay right where you are, sweetheart. No funny business or the both of you are dead meat. " "He's got a gun, honey, so do as he says," the quarterback told his wife even as he wondered how this creep broke into his bedroom without him hearing. The wife didn't know what to think; she was just scared. Keeping his gun trained on the couple, Jack went around the room turning on all the lights. No longer needing it, he put his flashlight down on the dresser and unwrapped the four equal lengths of rope he'd precut from around his waist. "Here," he said, dropping the rope onto the wife's lap. "I want you to tie your husband to the bed. Face up." When she hesitated, Jack snapped, "Do it!" "It's okay, honey," the quarterback said, slowly rolling over so she could follow Jack's order. While Jack watched intently, the wife began tying the quarterback's arms and legs to each of the four bedposts. "Make sure you tie him up good and tight," Jack instructed. The brunette gave him a sharp glare over her shoulder, but then did as she was told. "Very pretty," Jack said with just a twinge of sarcasm once the quarterback was secured spread-eagle on the bed. Apparently, the quarterback slept in the nude. His muscular body was fairly white, only his arms and head deeply tanned. His cock dangled down between his legs and to Jack it looked like a monster. Much bigger than his own six-incher. "Maybe we ought to keep him covered," Jack said, instructing the wife to put the covers back over her husband. The quarterback's wife was scared shitless. She had to pee so badly she felt she was about to go in her pajamas right there, standing beside the bed. In her frantic state, she was completely unaware that all her feminine charms were on display. The soft, thin material of her silky, cream-colored pajamas conformed to all the hills and valleys of her spectacular figure, clearly outlining the shape of her bountiful breasts. She was a beautiful woman -- slim and just a little over average height -- but ever since she was thirteen, her breasts had been her most outstanding feature. "What's your name?" Jack asked the woman. "Sara," the woman responded, standing beside her husband's head with her legs tightly pressed together. "Are you scared, Sara?" Jack asked and she nodded in the affirmative. "You look like you need to go to the bathroom. Do you?" When she nodded again, Jack replied, "Well, go ahead." Sara almost ran to the bathroom. She'd pushed the door shut and was pulling her pants down to sit on the toilet when the door opened and Jack walked in. Sara stared at him in shock as he sat down on the edge of the tub across from her and looked right between her legs. Sara's bladder clamped shut and she started crying. "I can't go if you're watching me." "I'll bet you can. Stand up and take the pants off." When she didn't immediately comply, Jack shouted, "NOW, GOD DAMN IT! And I want you to squat over the seat. Don't sit on it. I want to watch the piss come out. You can squat that way until hell freezes over or you can pee, whichever comes first. Understand? Now, show me how the piss comes out of that hairy little cunt of yours." Jack's crude comments and loud demands abruptly hit home for Sara. She wasn't some dumb bimbo. She was a highly educated, self-reliant individual with a law degree from the University of Florida. Right now she was at a disadvantage, but if she survived this, she'd make the asshole pay. For the moment though, she figured she'd better do what he said. "You want to watch a woman piss? Go ahead. Enjoy yourself. Get your rocks off." Mustering all the bravado she could, she relaxed her bladder and with an almost silent sigh escaping her lips, a slow dribble gradually increased to a strong steady stream of urine splashing into the porcelain bowl. When she finished she tore off a wad of toilet paper and dabbed herself dry. "Satisfied, asshole?" "You bet, sweetheart. Okay, let's join your husband, shall we?" Sara picked up her pants on the way out of the bathroom and put them on once she was back beside her husband's head. "Okay, folks," Jack said, "here's the deal. I came for jewelry and cash. Specifically, I want your Super Bowl ring. Cough it up and I'm on my way." "The ring isn't here," the quarterback said. "I keep it in a safety deposit box down at the bank." "You're full of shit, Mr. Quarterback. I know for a fact that you wear that ring almost every single day. Now, because you lied to me, I guess I'll fuck your wife's sweet little pussy." "No!" Sara exclaimed. "Oh my God . . . please don't." "The ring's in the safe," the quarterback said, figuring it wasn't worth playing games over. "You know the combination, Sara. Get him the goddamn ring." The safe was embedded in the floor under a desk in the den. The Super Bowl ring was a lot bigger than Jack had anticipated. Jack was happy to see the safe held a couple of other goodies besides the ring -- a diamond necklace and a pearl necklace, both with matching earrings that looked very expensive. There were a couple of other boxes of women's rings and a college football All-American ring. Everything fit nicely into a small velvet bag. There was also a bound five-thousand-dollar stack of money and another two grand in loose hundred-dollar bills. All in all, not a bad haul. Back in the bedroom, Mr. Quarterback was still tied securely, but inwardly fuming at the idea of being ripped off. Try as he might, he couldn't get loose, only succeeding in making his bindings tighter. Sara kept her mouth shut, hoping the bastard would leave now that he had their valuables. Jack, however, wasn't quite finished yet. "Sara, stand in the doorway there and put both hands up on the top jam. I'm going to search you. You just might have something stashed somewhere under your pajamas." "You fucker! You know I don't have anything on me. You said you wouldn't rape me if we gave you the ring. You've got what you came for. Please, just leave us alone. Please!" "Stand in the doorway, sweetheart. Legs as far apart as possible. Hands up on the jam." Sara complied, but seethed when Jack touched the back of her neck under her hair, feeling her pulse throb. His erection was instantaneous and he pressed it against her taut backside briefly before deciding to take his cock out and rub it against her silk-covered ass. Enjoying the feel of her womanly curves against his body, Jack's hands moved down her raised arms to the sides of her huge tits. His extended fingers lightly brush across her straining nipples as his hands trailed down her sides, feeling each rib along the way. Along her back, he traced up her spine, his hands sliding so smoothly across the fabric he felt near orgasm by the time he reached around and cupped her heavy breasts. Despite her stiff nipples, Jack didn't think she was aroused by his exploration. He, on the other hand, was leaking pre-cum on her sweet ass. Moving his hands down to her prominent hipbones, he marveled at the flare between her waist and hips. When his fingers dipped down to the juncture between her legs, the roughness of her pubic hair through the thin fabric put his mind into overdrive. He could feel the puffy outline of her vulva and resisted the urge to force his fingers deep into her vagina. He kept one hand on her pubic bone and let his other wander over her ass checks. Sara's ass was far superior to that of the blonde at the bar. His hands then slid down one leg and up the other, feeling the muscles of her thighs and calves, admiring her very athletic frame. Back to her waist, he slipped one hand under the waistband of her pants in front and the other in back, gliding them both down to the hairy junction between her thighs. With his middle finger, he rubbed the furrow of her sex and relished the moisture there. When Sara squirmed, trying to evade his invading fingers, Jack removed them and brought them to his nose and lips, smelling and tasting her delightful essence. Sara was embarrassed and ashamed for getting aroused from this God-awful stranger's hands freely roaming over her body. She hated what he was doing, even while her body responded with growing interest. She was mortified knowing he'd felt her wetness when he explored her private parts. "Okay, Sara, I didn't find anything stashed on you, but that is one lethal body you have. I'm tempted to go against my better judgment and screw your brains out . . . but I won't. Let's go back to hubby." In the corner of the bedroom, Jack spotted a video camera mounted on a tri-pod. The dark recesses of his mind starting thinking evil thoughts about what he could do with the camera. Laughing to himself, he thought, why not? He had nothing to lose. "Sara, I've decided to give you a choice. You can either fuck me . . . or fuck your husband while I videotape the two of you." "You're kidding!!! I wouldn't fuck you if you were the last man on earth. I'd almost rather die then let your slimy dick inside my body. You'd have to tie me down. I refuse to cooperate. And I absolutely refuse to have sexual relations with my husband while you tape us." "Well, I could cut his dick off or castrate him, then tie you down and fuck the shit out of you," Jack said as he took out his knife and opened the blade. "Oh, honey, what can I do?" Sara wailed. "I guess the only option we have, sweetheart, is to give the son of a bitch a show. If that's what it takes to get him to leave, then let's do it." Jack got the camera and checked to see if it was loaded with film. While looking at the little view-screen, Jack instructed Sara to remove her clothes. Once naked, she climbed on the bed and just looked at Jack. "You'd better blow him, don't you think?" Jack said. "His cock doesn't look hard enough to fuck you yet." Sara straddled her husband, her knees on either side of his hips, her ass facing away from Jack as she lightly licked the head of the soft cock she held in her hand. After several minutes of halfhearted licking and some stroking with her hand, the quarterback's cock still looked like a dead snake. "You'd better put a little more enthusiasm into this, Sara, or we're going to be here until next week," Jack said. Sara rubbed some more and took half the quarterback's cock down her throat, but it still wasn't stiff enough to do the job. The quarterback was trying to think sexy thoughts so the damn thing would get hard when he thought of an idea. "Why don't you get some lube, sweetheart?" the quarterback suggested Sara retrieved a tube of KY jelly from the nightstand and was getting back into position when Jack instructed, "Why don't you put your sweet little pussy over his face? Maybe the smell and taste of your honey pot will get him up." Following instructions, she sat her crotch over her husband's face and started rubbing KY jelly on his dick. It wasn't long before the quarterback's schlong thickened and grew longer. Jack could see it was a magnificent tool. Definitely over seven inches long and as thick as a vacuum cleaner hose. "I want you to put that thing in while you're facing me, Sara. I want to see what it looks like in your love tunnel. Understand?" Jack watched Sara scoot down and squat over the huge organ. "Lean back, honey, so I can get a better picture of it going in. Now, slide up and down on it." Super Bowl Ring Ch. 02 It was just after midnight on Saturday and Jack had everything he needed safely stashed near the home of the wealthy guy who wanted to buy the Super Bowl ring. Arrangements had been made to sell the ring on Sunday morning, but Jack instinctively didn't trust the guy. Having put himself in jeopardy by stealing the ring in the first place, Jack needed to make sure his investment was secure. So he planned to pay the guy an expected visit. Jack parked his rental car at the train station and walked the three miles to the man's isolated house in the country. The house was dark and quiet. He wasn't sure how many people were in the home, but his plan covered every contingency. When the security system that Jack himself had installed was disabled, he silently entered the home. Jack was very careful and extremely quiet as he searched the house to ascertain how many people were home. He found his ring-buyer in the master bedroom all alone. In two other bedrooms, he found single women. And lastly, he found a couple in the far back of the house that he presumed was the servants' quarters. As he walked into the room, Jack flicked on the light switch rousing the sleeping couple. Brandishing his revolving, Jack ordered them onto their stomachs and quickly wrapped their ankles and wrists with duct tape. Next he stuffed gags in their mouths and secured them with more tape. Then he tied a short length of rope around each of their necks and attached the ends to the headboard. "If you try to roll off the bed or jerk around too much, you just might strangle yourself," Jack said. "So, if you don't want to die, just stay still on the bed. Somebody will find you sooner or later." Quickly, he made his way back to the main part of the house. Making certain everyone was still asleep, he opened the doors to all three bedrooms. The girls' rooms were at one end of a long hall and connected by a bathroom. The master bedroom was at the other end. He entered the far room and stood next to the girl in the bed. In one swift motion, he grabbed her around the waist and jerked her out of bed and through the bathroom into the other bedroom. Without letting go of the first girl, he grabbed the second girl, who was just sitting up in bed, by the hair and jostled them both out into the hall. Jack and the two girls were two steps into the hall when the light came on and they looked down toward the master bedroom to see the homeowner pointing a shotgun at them. Seeing the intruder holding his daughter and her Chinese friend, Walter Winters was scared half out of his wits. "Let the girls go or I'll shoot." "Don't be stupid. You don't want to kill these girls. Put your gun down and let's all go into your bedroom," Jack suggested, waving his gun so Walter could see it. When Walter didn't move as quickly as Jack wanted him to, Jack shouted, "Put the fucking gun down now!!! Someone is going to get hurt-maybe even killed-unless you do exactly what I say. Put the gun on the floor." Fearing for his life and the lives of his daughter and her friend, Walter did as he was told. Jack had all three lay facedown on the floor, wrapped Walter's wrists and ankles with duct tape, and then hog-tied him. Walter wasn't going anywhere without help. Jack tied up the daughter in a similar fashion, then had the little Asian girl stand up. Little was hardly the right adjective. She was taller than Jack with straight black hair that came to just below her ears. She wore blue boxer shorts that showed off her long, thin legs and a white undershirt that revealed her apple-sized breasts in all their glory. She probably didn't weigh more than a hundred ten pounds, but with her puffed out lips and teary eyes, she was still a delectable morsel. Jack urged her onto a professional-sized treadmill that was in one corner of the room and taped her hands to the handles. "Your name is?" Jack asked the Chinese girl. "Wu Lon," she responded. "I'm from Taiwan." "Well, you're very pretty," Jack said as he turned on the machine. He watched Wu Lon struggle to stay upright on the machine. "Very pretty indeed," he said, placing his hand on her ass. "Ohhhh . . . please don't do that . . . please!" Wu Lon wailed as she started to fall. Jack wrapped one arm around her upper chest to help support her, firmly grasping one of her pointy tits through her shirt. With his other hand, he pulled her shorts down to her knees, forcing her to kick them free to keep walking on the treadmill. Jack cupped her bare pussy, the resulting friction of her thighs on his hand exciting Jack, causing his erection to grow longer and harder. When Jack worked his middle finger up inside her snatch, she collapsed so Jack had to hold her up while her feet dragged on the machine. He turned the power off and Wu Lon was able to stand. Jack withdrew his finger from her pussy and brought it to his nose and lips. "Very tasty. Very tasty indeed," Jack said, licking his finger. "I think I'll fuck that sweet pussy of yours before the night is over." Stepping away from the treadmill, Jack took out his pocketknife and knelt near the young girl on the floor. He cut her bindings and forced her to stand before asking her name. Whitney had taken a self-defense class at Florida State and the one rule she remembered was . . . if given the chance, strike quickly and get the upper hand. Without answering Jack, she tried to kick his groin and jab her fingers into his eyes. The kick hit Jack on the hip and in the effort to deflect the jab to his eyes, he dropped the knife. But the one hundred-twenty pound, five-foot-six girl was no match for the bigger and stronger Jack. A short powerful jab under her breastbone dropped her to her knees. While she sucked in shallow breaths, Jack dragged her to the bed and secured her hands to the headboard. "Now little lady, I asked you your name," Jack said. "Fuck you!" was her response that came out in a rasping wheeze. Jack retrieved his knife from the floor and went back to Whitney, who wore dark-blue bikini panties and a white T-shirt. Jack grabbed the crotch of her panties with one hand and just held on while Whitney tried to kick and squirm away from his hand. When she ceased struggling for a second, Jack cut the two-inch wide cotton panel, exposing the light-brown hair covering her pussy. Then he sliced her T-shirt down the middle, revealing her large C-cup breasts. Pinching a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, he said, "I've always wanted a nipple of my own. If you don't stay still, I'll take one of yours. Now, tell me your name." Scared beyond comprehension, Whitney lay completely motionless and told him her name. Then Jack went to Walter and knelt by his head. "Okay, Mr. Bigshot. If I'm caught, they'll more than likely put me behind bars for the rest of my life. It doesn't make any difference if I add murder to the list. Understand? So, tell me where you keep your money and valuables. And don't try to play any games." "The safe is built into the bottom right-hand drawer of my desk in my office. The combination is right-eight, left-sixteen, right-three, and left-eleven." Walter was quick to respond, because of his fear and embarrassment. When the intruder threaten to cut off his daughter's nipple, Walter urinated all over himself. As he lay bound on the floor, he could feel the dampness at his crotch and he could smell the undeniable odor. Jack had no trouble finding and opening the safe and was pleasantly surprised to find over twenty thousand dollars in cash plus over a quarter of a million dollars in bearer bonds. A small velvet bag contained several loose diamonds and other precious jewels. Everything fit nicely into a briefcase Jack found near the desk. When Jack got back to the bedroom, he cut the tape securing Wu Lon to the treadmill. "Take the top off, pretty lady, and get on the bed with Whitney. I want to see you eat her pussy." "Noooooo . . . I can't do that," cried Wu Lon, her stomach doing a complete summersault. In fact, she was a lesbian and had lusted for Whitney ever since they'd met two years ago. "Do it!" Jack demanded and watched as the tall Asian girl climbed onto the bed between the attractive blonde's legs. Wu Lon didn't want the intruder or Whitney to know she secretly wanted to do this, so she started tentatively, just licking the skin next to the neatly-trimmed, delicious-looking pussy before her. However, the feminine aroma affected her brain and before she knew it, she was lapping away at the folds and creases of the glorious cunt beneath her tongue. Whitney had always been a horny bitch. She loved sex-every kind of sex. Although she'd never been with a woman, she'd been curious. But she'd never had the nerve to explore the possibility. She was amazed how wonderful a soft knowing tongue felt without a man's bristly whiskers scrapping against her sensitive thighs. She was stunned when Wu Lon's lips captured her engorged clit, sucking it into her mouth. "Oh my God!!!" Whitney cried with uncontrolled passion, thrusting her legs as far apart as they would go. "Oh God, Oh God, Ohhhhh." Wu Lon doubled her efforts, burying her face in the flowing fountain that was her friend's vagina. Lapping, slurping, and lightly biting Whitney's extended clitoris, Wu Lon was in seventh heaven. Wu Lon's own secretions were now dripping down her widely spread thighs as she knelt at the shrine before her. The scent of aroused female filled the room. Watching the dark-haired Chinese vixen servicing the blonde beauty made Jack hard as a rock. He dropped his trousers to the floor and took his cock in his hand. The head was already coated with pre-cum. Unable to wait any longer, Jack moved behind Wu Lon and imbedded his stiff rod between her hairless, puffy nether lips in one smooth motion. Whitney arched her hips and pressed her pussy into the face of her friend, coming with such passion she fainted from the exertion. Sensing her friend's orgasm, Wu Lon's vaginal muscles clamped down with her own orgasm, causing Jack to shoot buckets of cream into her uterus. Deep in the thralls of pleasure, both Wu Lon and Jack collapsed on top of Whitney. After Jack finally withdrew his soft manhood from Wu Lon's velvet sheath, he got his roll of duct tape and taped Wu Lon's hands to the headboard beside Whitney's hands. When the blonde recovered from her swoon, she noticed her own pussy juices smeared on the face of her friend and marveled at her own taste as they swapped tongues. Jack picked up the briefcase on his way out of the house, briefly stopping to remove the ropes around the necks of the servants. He knew the girls would be able to remove their bonds with their teeth after they finished their lovefest. In less than a half an hour, Jack was back in his car and on the freeway, now a fairly rich man. Ten o'clock the following Saturday morning, Jack mingled with a hundred or so people gathered at the General Aviation terminal behind the Regional Airport. The professional football team was almost ready to depart for their Sunday afternoon game on the West Coast. He spotted Sara and Mr. Quarterback. When the quarterback pecked Sara on the nose and turned to board the charter plane, Jack went to his rental car and waited. Sara was looking forward to the weekend away from her husband. They'd been at each other's throats since the robbery and assault. The quarterback knew she'd been aroused, but he wouldn't admit he'd also found the experience very erotic. Sara couldn't get over the fact that she'd never felt so sexy and immodest. Her obscene and raunchy behavior had been a real turn-on. Her juices started to flow every time she recalled what a submissive slut she'd been. When the black Escalade pulled onto the expressway heading home, Jack sped up and headed for the gated subdivision. Like most other semi-secluded housing developments, an electronic gate was the only guard at the entrance. Jack easily bypassed the code and parked his car near the quarterback's home and waited. Sara failed to notice Jack sitting in the car nearby and concentrated on pushing the button on her sun visor to open the garage door. However, Jack was ready and slipped into the garage as the door started down again. When Sara stepped out of her car Jack was standing by the tailgate. "Oh my God!!" was all Sara could say. Feeling weak in the knees, she had to lean back against her car to keep from falling. "Well, well, well . . . surprised to see me? Let's go in the house, my little slut slave. I've brought you a couple of gifts." Jack chuckled as he took Sara's elbow and led her through her kitchen and back to her bedroom. "You asshole! Why did you come back? What is it you want this time? You've already stolen everything we had of value. Please leave me alone," Sara babbled, tears forming in the corner of her eyes as she slouched near the bed. "Sara! Shut up! Stand up straight! You'll do as you're told or suffer the consequences. Do you understand?" Jack shouted. "Now, you're wearing way to many clothes. Let's take the sweater and jeans off." Looking into the eyes of the domineering man standing before her, Sara stood up straight and pulled her sweater over her head. Kicking her tennis shoes off, she released the button on her jeans and lowered the zipper before pushing the pants down to the floor. Stepping out of the pants, she stood tall in her thin satin bra and white bikini panties. "You are one beautiful bitch," Jack said, watching Sara's nipples stiffen under the sexy sheer bra. "Turn around and bend over. I want to see that glorious ass of yours." Complying, Sara felt humiliated and excited at the same time. She could feel her panties dampening and when she bent over, she hoped no stain showed through. She felt Jack's hand slide up her leg from her knee to her crotch and knew it would only be moments before the man became aware of her heat. "Okay, Sara, turn around and show me your tits," Jack instructed. Blushing, Sara removed her bra and following Jack's instruction, slid her panties down to her ankles and stepped out of them. Now wearing only her anklets, Sara stood erect and horny under Jack's staring eyes. "Sit and lean back," Jack whispered. When she did as directed, he lifted her legs, pushed them apart, and knelt between her thighs. "Ooooh," moaned Sara as she felt her pussy lips being parted by the invading tongue of the man she hated. How could she be so turned on by an asshole she wanted to murder? Why would her body dance to a different drummer than her mind? Why did this man make her such a submissive slut? Why was she having such an intense orgasm when she didn't want to? "Ohhhh . . . Ohhhh . . . Ohhh . . . " Jack stood, dropped his pants, pointed his pipe-hard cock at her dripping hole, and slowly slid it home until their pubic hair intermingled. He started out slowly, but in a matter of minutes, he picked up speed until he was slamming it home as hard and as fast as he could. His long, slim prick banging against the entrance to her womb, Jack couldn't prevent his sperm from spurting when he felt Sara's vagina grab and hold his cock. With Sara still spread wide on the bed and their combined juices seeping from her open and swollen pussy, Jack stood and removed the rest of his clothing. "Come on, Sara," Jack said, extending his hand to her. "Let's go sit in the hot tub." Sara meekly followed Jack to the tub, which sat just outside the bedroom on a small deck shielded from prying eyes. When the bubbling hot water engulfed their bodies, Jack leaned back, put his arms along the edge, and relaxed. "Climb on my lap and feed me your nipples," Jack said. Without hesitation, Sara did as he wished. "Does that feel nice?" Jack asked. "Yes," Sara said softly. "Do you like the way I fuck you?" Jack asked. "I don't want to, but I can't help myself. Yes, I love the way you fuck me," Sara whimpered, putting her arms around his neck, hugging him with both her arms and her legs. They stayed locked together in the swirling water for another fifteen minutes until Jack led Sara out of the water and back into the bedroom. While they dried each other off, Jack became erect again. He placed Sara in the center of the bed and he climbed on top of her. Sucking one nipple while rolling the other between his thumb and forefinger, Jack went from one breast to the other. His cock found its own way into her leaking pussy and he rocked slowly back and forth. Pulling out of Sara's tight cunt, Jack rose to his knees. Leaning back on his heals, Jack told Sara to get the KY jelly out of the nightstand next to the bed. After giving the tube to Jack, she brought her knees up to her ears and spread the cheeks of her ass wide apart without being asked or told what to do. Jack coated Sara's rear door and his skinny tool with the slippery grease, then Jack slowly sunk his cock into her waiting opening. "Ohm . . . fuck my filthy ass," Sara screamed as Jack pounded into her. Out of her mind with lust, she fucked back as best she could, pushing her wide-open cunt against her ass-fucker's pubic bone. For only the second time in her life, she had a cock stuck up her shit hole and it felt wonderful. When Jack's seed finally burst forth, they both lay back on the bed exhausted. After several minutes, they both turned on their sides and looked at each other. "I'm such a slut," Sara said. "I hate you with every bone in my body, but if you could get it up again, I'm willing to fuck you one more time." "Well, I don't think I'll be ready for a while, Miss slut, but in the mean time, why don't we take a shower together?" Jack said, moving off the bed and taking her hand. Under the cascading hot water, Jack enjoyed running his hands over Sara's smooth flesh. With slippery, soapy hands, he washed her vulva and boobs over and over again. Even though his prick was soft, he enjoyed the feel of it pressed between the crack of her ass. After washing Jack's genitals, Sara dropped to her knees and tried without success to get him hard one more time. When the hot water ran out, they got out of the shower and dried off. Jack put his clothes back on and Sara draped a transparent negligee over her exquisite body. "I'm out of here," Jack said, walking to the front door. "But the other reason I came back was to bring you this stuff." He handed her the velvet bag with her diamond and pearl necklaces as well as the Super Bowl ring. "I'm sorry I took advantage of you. You're the best fuck I've ever had and I'm going to miss you." Almost before Sara could shut the front door after him, Jack was in his car and on the expressway, heading toward his new life. I want to thank my editor SexySoBeChick for her support and friendship. Also thanks to the reader for letting me know what you think of my writing. Super Bowl Ring Sara followed Jack's directions even though she wanted to be defiant. Even though she felt more exposed than she ever had with her OB/GYN, Sara was just a little bit turned on and decided to fuck her husband as if there was no tomorrow. With the head of her husband's stiff cock thoroughly embedded in her stretched cunt, she leaned back on her hands, causing her pubic mound to be pushed up and out. The lips of her pussy were wrapped tightly around the shaft of the hard tool sliding back and forth within her. Her hole was extended so far the folds covering the hood of her clitoris were stretched enough to completely expose the hardened nub. Her juices flowed freely now, making the giant cock shiny as she fucked it. With her weight supported by her arms on her husband's chest, she was able to get her hips into an up and down rhythm that sexually excited both her and the quarterback. Not to mention, providing enough visual stimulation to push Jack over the edge. "Sara, I want you to turn around without letting that massive missile fall out of your pussy," Jack ordered. "Get on your hands and knees and fuck it hard." Sara couldn't believe how eager she was to follow his directions. Her mind was screaming for her to disobey and be more discreet, but her body was sweating and straining for more stimulation. She was able to rotate around on the huge rod impaling her, twisting her body without letting the head of his cock out of her snatch. Settling back down, her hips resumed the age-old up and down motion of love. Jack made sure the camera was aimed at the action on the bed and then approached the bed. Standing at the foot of the bed, Jack leaned forward while looking at the copulating action taking place in front of him. The motion of Sara's buttocks caused the star-shaped opening of her anus to wink at Jack. He took the tube of KY jelly, coated his fingers with the lube, and buried his index finger deep in Sara's asshole. Then he added his middle finger and worked the two fingers in and around her tight hole. "Oooooooooooh," Sara cried when she felt the sudden invasion at her backdoor. Seconds later, when the fingers came out of her ass and she felt the bed shift as Jack climbed on behind her, she stopped all motion and waited for the penetration she eagerly anticipated. She'd never experienced two men at once and as Jack's long thin cock slid easily into her rectum, her body vibrating with a long series of climaxes, causing her vagina to spasm and constrict around her husband's tool. This in turn caused the quarterback to ejaculate his seed. In a matter of seconds, Jack let his sperm loose in Sara's bowels. Fortunately for Jack, he was the first to recover. When he got to his feet, Sara rolled over onto her back alongside her husband. Her pubic hair was matted and wet and great globs of goop oozed from her vagina and anus. The quarterback's penis was flaccid and covered with cum. "Come on, Sara. Get up and get in the shower. We need to get you cleaned up so we can get out of here," Jack said. Without argument, Sara got in the shower and adjusted the water. Jack removed the rest of his clothes and joined her. "God, haven't you had enough?" Sara groaned when she felt Jack's hands begin soaping her body in an intimate manner. She knew resistance was useless, because she was sure Jack knew her participation in the just-completed fuck-fest had been more than just compliance. She was more than bewildered that the experience had been both pleasurable and satisfying. Jack enjoyed the feel of Sara's skin. With his soapy fingers, he lathered up her pubes, the outer folds of her vulva, and probed around her anus. Then he cupped and squeezed her pendulous breasts, rolling her engorged nipples between his thumb and middle finger as he felt his own rod stiffening again. "Do me," he said, handing the soap to Sara and stepping back so she could turn and face him. Sara took the soap and washed Jack's chest and stomach. With both hands covered in foam, she washed his now stiff shaft and balls. She moved her body out of the way, so the shower water could rinse the soap from Jack. Then she willingly knelt and took his long thin organ in her mouth and down her throat. When Sara's tongue caressed the underside of Jack's bulging knob, his orgasm was swift and very gratifying. Sara felt both humiliated and exhilarated for having performed the act she'd just initiated. Without having been forced or threatened, she'd given head to a man she should despise. She couldn't understand or rationalize her actions. When they stepped out of the shower, Jack instructed Sara to dry her hair while he got dressed. "You can put on your pajama top, but not the bottoms," Jack said. "Please cover up Mr. Quarterback. He'll be more comfortable while we're gone. Let's go. I want you to drive me to the airport." "Without any pants on?" "Yeah. That way, I figure you won't run off on me. Don't button the top either. I want to look at your tits while you drive." With the videocassette tucked in with the jewels and cash, Jack had Sara drive him to the airport in her Escapade. During the fifteen-minute drive, he'd reach over, tweak one of her nipples, or gently pull on the hairs of her pussy. At the airport, Jack leaned over and kissed Sara on the nose while squeezing her nipple. "Thanks," he said. "I got a lot more than I planned on and I want you to know I enjoyed every minute of it. I'll think about you every time I watch Mr. Quarterback play and remember you for the rest of my life. Go home and don't even think about calling the police. Remember, I have the video and if the police come after me, I'll see that it's posted on the Internet for all the world to see." After Sara pulled away from the curb, Jack entered the airport and immediately went to the garage, where he'd parked the rental car he'd leased the day before. He was on the expressway heading out of town in less than ten minutes. Jack waited a week and watched the news for any information about the robbery. When he didn't hear anything, he called the wealthy Super Bowl ring buyer and arranged to make the exchange two days later at eight in the morning on a Sunday. Having settled into a gulf-side resort, Jack wasn't at all bored waiting for the exchange. When he wasn't watching a parade of beauties drift by the pool, he was watching a certain video and developing his plans for Sunday. (to be continue . . .) Thanks to SexySoBeChick for doing such a great job of editing, and for being my friend. My appreciation is extended to all of you that send comments. The only way there can be improvement is when you the reader provide input...Good or bad. Thanks you in advance for making the effort.