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The Bitch

By: crazyd



This is the story of how I got back at my BITCH sister.

I first started dating my wife Terri 15 years ago. Her little sister Tina, who was 16 at the time, was always a little wise for her own good. She was very cute, and had a nice little body, even for a 16 year old. Her best feature was her ass. Nice and round needing to be spanked. Terri and her family moved to the U.S. from Italy when she was about 5. Since she was the oldest she was the one who was held to all the old world bullshit rules. It didn't help that I am Irish and not Italian. We weren't allowed to take overnight trips, she had to be home by 11 every night. Since Tina was younger we had taken her out with us to the movies and other places. We were very good to her. 

Well time rolls on and Terri and I get married we have two wonderful kids. Tina also gets married, to her boss after he divorced his wife. She swore she wasn't fucking him while he was married, but I say YEA RIGHT. Any way her husband Tony was, and still is, a royal fuck up. He has had a few different business ventures each of which he has found a way to screw up. Because of his divorce, they had to be in Tina's name. So, when he was caught swindling money from the business to pay for his gambling, she was left holding the bag. In a panic he took off leaving her to sell of almost everything she had to pay off his depts. They eventually found him down in Atlantic City after he maxed out her credit cards losing at the tables. He claims he was trying to win enough money to help out. All he did was leave her in deeper shit.

By this time all her "friends" bailed on her. She spent many nights hiding at our house Trying to get some relief from the creditors calling harassing her. Terri and I were the only ones who really helped her. 

Tony got sentenced to 3 years in a "white collar" country club in up state New York. All the while Terri and I drove her here and there to visit him. 

During this time she didn't have a dime to spend. She worked like a dog trying to keep a roof over her head and keep the creditors at bay. She would eat at house a few nights a week and take food home for the others. I really liked Tina and felt sorry for her situation. 

But, as in a lot of marriages Terri and I started to have problems. We started to grow apart. So before we started fighting we felt it better to separate for a while. In the mean time Tony gets out of jail and starts another business and he and Tine have a little money to spend. After all we did for Tina she made it a point to wring my nuts through the legal grinding mill. She helped Terri get a lawyer from the office she worked at. Fronted the money for the retainer. She would call the lawyer and disclose information that Terri and I decided not to. Because of her I got slapped with child support and alimony totaling more than half of my take home salary. I had to work a part time night job to get enough money to eat. Terri and I worked things out and got back together after a year apart. I swore at that time I would find a way to get back at that bitch. 

So here we are today.

The other day Terri asked me to go to Tina's house to fix something (since Tony was too fucking lazy). When I got there She was just getting up. I can see her through the glass door. Coming down the stairs in a skimpy night gown. I started to get a little hard right there. Fifteen years only helped her body. I thought many times what it would be like to fuck her. 

She opens the door, "hey D.J. I didn't expect you so early". 

"Well I got a lot to do today. I want to get this over with. What needs to be fixed?" 

"The cable went out I think Tony pulled the wire in the garage. Do you want me to put on some coffee while you look at it?"

"Sure, just let me get some tools an see what's up"

She was right Tony's car pulled the wire off the wall and split it. How he did that is a mystery. I had some splices in the car and repaired the damage. And go back in the house to a waiting hot cup of coffee.

"All done"

"That was fast"

Her back was to me as she stood at the counter buttering toast. I had to adjust my growing hard on that was getting quite uncomfortable as I stared at her ass. The thoughts of me sliding my tongue up and down her crack. Damn I was turned on. I could see through her night gown enough to tell she had on only a thong underneath. I sit down quickly as she turns to come to the table. 

"Want some?"

"No thanks I ate."

"D.J. Why is it you and I don't talk any more? We used to be able to talk about anything. Now you seem to try to ignore me."

"Truthfully I felt , and still feel ,betrayed. After what you tried to do when Terri and I split."

"That was three years ago, why can't you let it go?"

"Because I swore that I would find a way to get back at you for being the BITCH that you are" 

Damn That slipped. I didn't want it to come out this way. There was no turning back now. To say the least she didn't like that comment. 

"I'm The BITCH? What the bitch you were fucking while you were married to my sister?"

"At least I was separated at the time. Not like you who was fucking your boss while he was still married."

"I told you we weren't together until after he separated."

"Yea right, so all those trips to Albany on so called business were all business."

At this point she started screaming, berating me about how I am no good for her sister and how she will do everything she can to convince her of that. I was so pissed at this point I started shaking. To my self I said "That's it I had it, Now or never." I stood up off the chair. Thinking I was running with my tail between my legs, a little smile came across her face. Her smile quickly became terror when she seen my back hand heading toward her face. She tried to duck but was too late. It had hit her hard enough to knock her off the chair. I stood over her, grabbed her by her hair and yanked to her feet. 

"You fucking BITCH. How dare you think you are so much better than everyone else. "

"D. I am sorry I didn't mean what I said I sorry"

"Shut the fuck up. You have fucked with me for the last time. Time has come for someone to put you in your place once and for all. And I appoint ME judge and jury. You like to fuck with people? Well its time to find how you like to BE fucked."

She looked at me with a questioning look, "What do you mean?" Seeing the look in my face, "No you can't. Your wife is my sister. Please don't do this."

"Too late. I tried to warn you to stop. You wouldn't listen. You had to keep pushing and pushing."

Noticing her robe had fallen open in the front. She tried to close it. I slapped her hands out of the way.

"Keep your hands at your sides. Don't move a fucking muscle." 

Still with one hand on her hair I slide my hand in side her robe and cup her perfect 34B tits. Her nipples stand proud. 

"That's nice. Do you like that?" No answer. "ANSWER ME BITCH."

"No, You are scaring me."

"Good. That's the point"

I slide my hand down her trim stomach to her panties. She tries to pullback. I pull her hair harder. 

" Please don't I swear if you stop now I won't tell any one. Just please don't.

Not hearing a word she is saying I slide my hand down inside her thong to her cunt. Sliding one finger into her slit. She is wet. I scoop up some of her cream bringing it up to my lips I suck it dry. 

"UM tastes good. These got to go." 

I pull her thong and it rips easy. I am now looking at the cunt of my fantasies. Better than I imagined. Trimmed to a little tuft just over her slit. She screams and takes a swing at me. I dodge it easily and pull her by her hair lifting her off the floor and onto the table so she is on her back her legs are dangling over the edge, spread open. I roughly grab her cunt hair.

"Try that shit again and I will slap you so hard you will see stars for a week." You got it. She nods a yes. "Good." With my hand over cunt I slip a finger in again. Moving in and out. Finger fucking her. She starts to squirm her ass on the table. 

"You like it a little rough, Huh?"

"No, Fuck you"

"You got that backwards babe it I who is going to fuck you."

"Please don't not that. Listen I will suck you off if you agree to stop now."

"I'll take the blow job anyway and depending on how you do I will decide is that will be the end. I am going to let you go if you try something stupid you will get hit. Agreed?"

"Yes" She sits up. Taking the sides of her robe to cover herself. 

"No, take it off I want to see all of you."

Sliding her ass off the table she leaves a trail of glistening liquid. She gets down to her knees and raises her hands to my belt. She is shaking and can't get it undone. I move her hands and do it my self. I undo the button and she grabs for the zipper. Pulling it down she sees the outline of my cock through my underwear. I hear a quick gasp as she sees the head sticking up through the waist band. Sticking my thumbs in the waist band I push them down to my knees. As I do this my 9" hard cock hits her in the forehead. She looks up at me with a glassy look in her eyes, like she is about to cry. I just nod my head at her telling her to start. She grabs my cock in her hands she can barley get her hand around the girth of it. I lean back against the table to steady myself, pulling her with me. She almost loses her balance and holds on to my cock for balance. Leaning forward she opens her mouth. Taking in the head, swirling her tongue around and around. Damn it felt good. Letting it slip from her mouth she runs her tongue up and down the length. Making it slippery wet. Taking the head back in she starts sucking. Up and down. She opens her mouth wider to take more in bobbing her head faster jerking me harder with her hand. I grab for the sides of her head to stop her that moving my hips in a slow motion fucking her face. She lets her hands go of my cock and wraps them around my ass. She is pulling now. Trying to get more of my cock in her mouth. I feel her gag reflex pushing at my cock. She pulls back a little and opens wider. Damn She is trying to take it in her throat. I can't believe this. She is really getting into it now. Pulling at my ass forcing more and more of my cock in her mouth. 

I start to moan, "Fuck yea your mouth feels so good. Keep Sucking. Damn that's good. So fucking good I am going to cum soon. Don't stop. Keep sucking. I am going to cum right down your throat. You are going to swallow it all, got it?" 

She nods her head in agreement. Sucking harder trying to finish me off. 

"Here I cum, Ready?" One last push, I cum, cum and cum. It felt like a gallon of cum shooting into her mouth. She swallows hard and fast trying not to let any go. But she starts to choke and the last spurt hits her in the face. I wipe it from her cheek with my finger and feed it to her. She sucks eagerly. 

She gets up off her knees rubbing them. They are all red. She sits in the chair nearest her and starts to cry again. 

"Are you done now? I did what you wanted. Will you leave now?'

"I told you if I was satisfied I would go. You were good but not that good." I was lying, it was fucking great. But she didn't know that. " I still don't believe you are sorry enough. Its time you get a good solid fucking. Now get the fuck up!" 

She got up on to her feet, I spin her around and lean her over the table. That perfect ass is staring right at me now. I grab it roughly pinching the flesh. Damn it's firm. She starts to squirm again I yell at her to keep still and give her ass a hard slap. She lets out a loud scream. I slap it again, this time I can see the marks of my fingers on her cheek. I take hold of her hair and pull her head back. 

"Now don't you make another fucking sound, Do you understand what I am saying to? If you do I will hurt you. You know I don't want to do that and you don't want it either."

I let go of her hair and lean down to take my pants off. Kicking off my shoes and sliding my pants the rest of the way off. Now I am naked from the waist down. My cock is standing straight, Pointing right at the entrance of her soft moist cunt. I grab her ass cheeks and spread them wide. Her little brown eye seems to wink at me, I smile thinking, how nice it would be to fuck that. First things first. I stick a finger into her cunt hole, than two. Fucking her with my fingers she starts to moan again softly trying to hide her excitement. My turn to get on my knees. I kneel down behind her. Get in close to smell her sweet smell. I stick my tongue out and lick her lips. She jumps a little. I can feel her breathing getting sharp and erratic. I start to suck her cunt lips one at a time. Sliding my tongue up and down her slit. Tongue fucking her. I fuck her that way for what seems an hour. She tastes so good. Getting her good and wet. She lets out a soft yelp and a gush of liquid hits my face. I swallow as much as I can. Rubbing as much on my hands sucking each of my fingers clean. Still breathing heavy coming down from her orgasm I stand behind her grabbing her legs at her knees I bend her legs up putting her feet on my shoulders. Moving forward the head of my cock is now at the entrance of her cunt. With one quick move I sink my cock into the hilt. All nine inches buried as deep as it can go. Tina lets out a scream and starts to thrash around. 

" Please stop! Please stop! It hurts! It hurts!"

"Stop thrashing so damn much and settle down and it will stop hurting. You never had one this size have you?"

"No you're too big"

I feel her start to relax a little. I start moving back an inch at a time pushing back in. Than two inch's and back. Until I pull out just leaving just the head in and pushing back all the way. I get into a slow steady rhythm fucking her slow. I want this to last. She is so fucking hot and wet. My cock is slick with her juices. I pick up speed a little at a time until I am fucking her hard fast and furious. She starts to pant I can feel her pussy walls gripping, milking my cock. I can feel she is about to cum. She starts crying again she can't believe her body was turning on her making her feel good when she didn't want to. Tina lets out a loud scream and I feel a rush of liquid saturate my balls. Her body goes limp she doesn't move. I continue pounding her with all I got. Until I feel my balls tighten. I shove in one last time and explode with a fury that almost knocks me over. Tina's cunt can't hold it all and it starts to leak around my still buried cock and down my leg. 

I pull out of her and collapse onto the chair behind me. Tina turns over with a groan so she is laying flat on her back. The sight of seeing her laying there my cum leaking out of her cunt, I start getting hard again. Thinking it best not to press my luck any farther, I stand up on my weak knees and put my pants back on. 

I look over at her and see she has passed out. Feeling a little sorry for her, just a little mind you, I scoop her up and carry her to her bedroom. I lay her gently down onto her bed and pull the covers up over her. I go back down and complete the job I went there for in the first place. All the while she is sleeping. Before I leave I go to her bedroom to check on her. She is groggy but beginning to wake up. I sit on the edge of her bed and she pulls back away from me. 

" Now Tina don't be afraid. I am not going to hurt you."

"No you did enough of that already. How did I get here?"

" I carried you. I couldn't just leave you there on the table. If you fell off who would you explain that? Because we both know you will not be telling anyone about today. Right?

" I am leaving now. You rest and think real hard about what you are going to do."

With that I left. Leaving her to think about what happened today. O the ride home I got to thinking about what I had done. The fear hit me like a ton of bricks. What if she calls the cops and they are waiting for me when I get home? What if she calls and tells my wife? What if she calls her husband and he has his construction crew ready to kill me? My mind was racing with all these thoughts. 

When I finally got home, I pull into the driveway and go in. My wife is there on the phone and she gestures that she is talking to Tina. My heart sinks. 

She hangs up the phone and she says "Tina called to thank me for sending you today. She sounded pleased, So the job must have went well." 

So I now I know Tina didn't tell her everything about today. " Well you know how picky she can be but I think all went well."

"Well any way she wants you to go over again next week end to do something else. She didn't say what but I said you will be glad to."

Well the following weekend comes and Boy do I get a surprise when I get there….. 

We will leave that for the next story.

I hope whom ever reads this enjoys my little tale of revenge. But this is still only a fantasy. I do not in anyway condone rape nor would I actually act of my fantasy. 

Thanks for reading.

The Bitch



My first "submission" in this category. For Sharon to whom this story is directed and dedicated.

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"She is an absolute first class bitch" you screamed at your partner

"Not gorgeous Gloria again" she replied, "What's she done now"

"I told you about this conference where I have to make a presentation, well that bitch has persuaded the boss that we should cut costs and...... share rooms!! Guess who I'm sharing with?"

"Gloria?" she said her voice trailing into silence. 

"I'm nervous enough about this presentation without having her manipulate it so I have to share a room. God, I hate her!!"

"'Methinks thou dost protest too much' as Shakespeare put it" she mumbled. 

"Don't be silly, babes" you replied, "I'm going for a bath to wash this day off me"

The day of the conference dawned and you told yourself that you musn't let Gloria get to you - she was a manipulative bitch but it was your day and nothing must detract from your presentation. It was too important - your boss had reminded you of that little fact!

You went to your room and found Gloria already there. She had used almost all of the space in the bathroom with an assortment of beauty products and left you a tiny space for your essentials. Typical!

She had chosen her bed out of the two double beds, of course it was next to the window, without consulting you. Part of you wanted to scream but you never could with her...... it was so difficult without seeming petty. Two nights with her in your face...... you shuddered at the thought. At least there's a gym here, you thought, and went off to vent your frustration on the machines. 

When you got back she was in the shower. Sod it, why didn't I go to the toilet downstairs, you thought. You had to pee so you knocked on the door. 

"Gloria, can I use the bathroom, please" you said. 

"I can't hear you, Sharon. Just come in. "

The room was full of steam and perfumed shower gel like an exotic sauna. 

The shower curtain was pulled back and the water turned off. Gloria, naked and wet..... "What did you say?"

"I need to use the toilet"

"Well don't mind me" she said, "Go ahead, I've got to dry myself"

You instantly regretted wearing the leotard without gusset studs..... you would have to strip..... in front of "Gorgeous Gloria", why couldn't you tell her to dry in the bedroom, it was warm enough there. 

Bladder full you had no choice and you struggled out of the leotard, tripping slightly as you pulled it down so that Gloria had to support you. Then you sat down..... such relief..... but rather humiliating in front of the bitch. Suddenly, as you were in mid flow, she put her foot on the edge of the toilet basin and started to dry her legs. She started chatting about something but you weren't listening. All you could see was that beautiful arched foot with her manicured toes resting on the basin edge between your parted legs. 

"Yes, Gloria" you heard yourself say. Oh shit - what was the question?

"Good" she said, "we'll leave about seven o'clock then and put on something sexy"

"Tell me more about it", you said, floundering, hoping to get clue to what you had agreed. 

"It's a club" she said. "More your age than mine but I like it - I've been several times - I'm a member. "

Gloria was ready. You were amazed at the transformation - she was good looking but the tight black dress and bare tanned legs on black mules made her look sensational. You had only brought a business suit apart from some casual clothes. Gloria disapproved, insisting that you take off your blouse and wear your suit buttoned up, but naked underneath. 

You did it with hardly a murmur and as a final touch she powdered your neck and breasts before buttoning you up. A pendant from her collection hanging down between your breasts completed the look and when you looked in the mirror you liked what you saw. 

The cab ride was in silence and you arrived in a back street. No sign, just a closed door with a small grill. What was this place, you thought, it looks like a dive, a dump. Hopefully she knows what she is doing!

She rang the bell. "Gloria and guest" she barked into the intercom and the door opened. 

The club was dimly lit and quite crowded given the hour. You found a table and you had that slight sensation of fear and yet excitement. The champagne arrived and you drank two glasses which calmed your nerves and left you a little light headed. 

"Let's get some company" said Gloria and waved for attention. Two stunning girls appeared. One small, about 5'3", smiling, of Asian extraction, the other looked like Iman, taller than you in her heels, dark coffee coloured skin with almost a sneer on her sensuous lips. 

Gloria decided.... "You can have the black one.... she's too tall for me"

You were bewildered.... how did she know? Looking around you realised it was a lady's only club. but she had never asked you.... she just decided for you. She certainly was a bitch...... but this time it might be nice, you thought as the dusky beauty slid onto the banquette beside you. 

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She was stunning with green eyes and the combination of heady perfume and champagne and this magnetic woman made you forget that Gloria was there. When the beautiful Somali talked it was hypnotic, her accent and intentness like a magnet and when she looked at you with those green eyes set against dusky skin you found yourself getting wet. 

She moved closer and as if in a dream you felt her long slender fingers slide into your suit jacket tracing the curves of your naked breast. You blushed as your nipple hardened under her caress and when she manipulated your nipple between her finger and thumb your wetness soaked your panties. You moaned softly and offered your lips for the kiss that she was offering you. The softness of her lips on yours, just brushing against you, made you want more but she slid her cheek against yours and whispered in your ear "We have another room - come with me"

It was a soft and seductive order, not a question, so you followed her oblivious to anyone else in the club. 

The room was dark with only a bed with corner posts highlighted in the centre. She kissed you, her tongue slid into your mouth and you felt yourself falling against her, your knees suddenly weak as she took your face in her hands and sucked you into her mouth, and her world. 

Then she broke away - "Strip... now" she ordered. You complied and stood naked before her. She ordered you onto your knees - you complied again. She approached you and stepped out of her dress, just her heeled mules left highlighting her beautiful feet and legs. She stood above you, the curl of her lips so arrogant as she looked down at you, hands on hips and legs placed apart. You were at the level of her pussy and you could smell the scent of her sex, a few inches from your lips. 

"What do you want, Sharon" she said. 

"I want you....... I want to lick your pussy" you mumbled. 

"You may taste it" she said and you watched as, a few inches from your face, her slender finger dipped into her cunt, the red lips opening to receive it. You were trembling as she offered you her finger soaked with her musky scent and you took it, licking hungrily at the nectar she offered. "Are you ready to offer your self...... in any way I choose?"Was the question. "Yes, I am ready" you replied, intoxicated with this beautiful woman standing over you. "Very well..... let us begin"

She led you over to the bed and taking four silk scarves she deftly tied your wrists and ankles to the poles at each corner. You were trembling, naked and open, your excitement showing in the little pearls of fluid that trickled down from your sex. She knelt over you and the first touch of her fingers on your leaking pussy sent a tremor through your body. Your lips opened easily to her touch and her finger entered your body. She leaned over you and pushed the buzzer behind the bed. 

Suddenly a man appeared, tall, black and naked. He smiled at the Somali woman who whispered in your ear "I like to watch"

She sat on the edge of the bed as the man kneeled between your legs and you watched in horror as she took his cock and stroked it to erection. 

"No" you pleaded, "I don't want him, I want you"

Too late.... he was now erect and the Somali began stroking herself in front of you as he put his cock against your wet lips, almost kissing the head as they opened involuntarily to receive him. You were so wet that he was in you with one thrust and your moan as his heavy balls slapped against your arse was greeted by a giggle of delight by the woman. 

He thrust into you and the shame seemed to make you even wetter and despite yourself this anonymous violation was exciting you as he rode you as if breaking in a wild stallion. She untied the scarfs but you couldn't bring yourself to break free as he lifted you onto him, sitting astride him, his shaft filling you with each thrust as he lifted you up and down. When she came behind you, her hard nipples grazing your back, you were in ecstasy and when she thrust a greasy dildo into your little hole you came violently, streaking and moaning like a banshee, your body racked with pleasure. Then the tremors subsided and he slid out of you leaving you spread-eagled and fucked on the bed. 

A single ripple of applause rang out. 

It was Gloria who had slipped into the room with her members card and had seen it all. She held a small digital video camera in her hand. 

You were stunned as she said "That was beautiful, Sharon, I will enjoy this movie and so will my friends and maybe..... colleagues"

"Please, Gloria, don't show that to my co-workers, I'll lose my job if anyone sees that - please, I beg you"

"Come here and beg then - on your knees"

You approached her, she pulled your hair back as she stood above you, oozing power, your face looking up at her pleading with your eyes. She pulled off her dress and you saw her shaven cunt weeping in front of you. "Lick it" she ordered. 

You held her legs as you did as you were instructed and licked at her open lips. She moved over you so that your head was bent back, her fingers pulling your hair to get her in the best position to enjoy your tongue. She rode your face as she became more aroused, your mouth and cheeks now covered with her juices, as if she wanted to squash you with her all powerful cunt. 

She came and a small quantity of liquid spurted into your mouth, you swallowed as you knew she would want and the pressure eased on your hair and neck. 

She pulled you up and led you to a corner of the room and switched on a small light. In the corner was a frame like two beams crossing. A tear ran down your cheek as she attached you, your arms and legs spread apart. She put her fingers inside you and bringing them out, tasted your wetness. She seemed pleased with the taste of your sex juices and licked her fingers, looking you in the eyes as she did. 

She opened a draw and removed a belt with an attachment. You looked at it with trepidation. It was a vibrator attached to a strapping contraption. Gloria approached and slid the obscenely sized vibrator into your sopping cunt and strapped it to your body. 


By now you were beyond pleading and when she pulled up a chair opposite, you said nothing. 

"Sweet Sharon" she said ironically, "Now I'm going to watch you cum..... just for my pleasure"

With that she turned on the remote at low power and you felt the vibrations course through your pussy as every pleasure you felt was visible to Gloria. She turned it up and took out her camera. Your pleading looks meant nothing to her, she was going to humiliate her colleague as much as she could. That was her way, and her pleasure. 

The power of the vibrator was too much and you felt your first orgasm rack your body, shockingly the stimulus to take you over the edge was the offering of your orgasm to Gloria, something that must have been deep-rooted in you and only now came out. 

She let you rest for a moment then approached you again and attached a chain with nipple clamps to you. Your initial cry as she attached them to your nipples indicated the pain but it soon gave way to a burning feeling that aroused you again. She settled back in her chair now with the camera, filming Sharon, naked with a vibrator in her body and decorated with nipple clamps, attached and defenceless. 

Time for the "piece de resistance" thought Gloria and she turned on the vibrator again, playing with the remote, slowly increasing the power until your body was shaking with pleasure. Then she pushed a lever and the frame started to rotate. You cried out as you felt the first movement and as it got faster your moans echoed around the room as your body rotated in front of Gloria. The feeling of disorientation combined with the full force of the vibrator and the heavy chain pulling at your nipples took you over the edge and Gloria smiled as she heard your screams bouncing off the sound proofed walls. 

The beams slowed down and finally stopped and your body was like a rag doll as she untied you and you fell into her arms. 

"Now you are under my control, Sharon.... do you understand that?"

"Yes, Gloria" was your weak reply. 

"Yes, Who... and are you submitting to my control?" She barked

"Yes..... Mistress... I submit to you"

"Good", said Gloria, helping your battered body to the bed, "Time to go.... you've got your big presentation tomorrow.... we don't want you to mess that up, do we?"

"No, Mistress. "

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The Bitch



So, this is it, I thought to myself. I had not told my wife of this plan, of course. It was not something that I cared to share with her. Then again, I didn't share much at all with her anymore, except for our last names. She had made it clear that she wanted nothing to do with my "kinky stuff". That included spanking her, tying her up, and generally having my way with her. She was much more conservative than I turned out to be. This wasn't my first time being unfaithful to her. I simply couldn't handle the kind of mundane sex life that we had. I was seriously thinking of leaving her.

All I knew was that I had to get this urge out of me. I had to act on it. The great thing about a prostitute was that it would be a straight-up deal. I would not have to go on a date or pretend to feel love that I didn't have; it would just be about lust and pleasure. I was tired of making promises to people that I couldn't or shouldn't keep. I didn't feel like more commitments. I just wanted more pleasure.

I didn't want to constantly have this need at work, for instance. Oh, sure, there were women at work, but they were married. Married women would be after replacing their husbands with new husbands. They would want a ring and a new marriage, which would be presumably happy enough to make leaving their husbands worth it. Besides, even if it was just a fling, an angry husband would be an enemy I didn't need. I had enough problems with my own spouse without adding someone else's.

That didn't change the fact that I had a strong impulse every time I saw my female colleagues to take them and bend them over their desks. I wanted to pull down their pants or hike up their skirts and spank them with my belt. I wanted to fuck them doggie-style in front of everyone. I wanted to fuck them in the ass. I wanted them to wait in a line to get screwed openly in the office. I wanted to make them all my slaves and sluts. I wanted to take them as roughly and forcefully as I wanted to plunder my own wife.

That wasn't all. I wanted to call their husbands up and fuck them in the ass in front of their wives. Yes, I was into guys, too. This night would presumably help with the women. The other side of my bisexuality would have to wait. The ravenous lust inside me demanded that I take some whore and use her as I pleased.

I looked around for the right girl at the corner. I had a specific type in mind for tonight. The other flavors could wait. I wanted a woman who had short brown hair, blue-grey eyes, and a little too much makeup. She had to be a little slender, but also a bit whiny. In other words, she had to remind me of my wife. That bitch deserved a good spanking and ass-fucking, and I was going to give it to her, even if only through a hooker who resembled her.

"Hello, there, Mister," the brunette that I had noticed before spoke to me. We had flirted before, without either of us acknowledging it. It was just a wink here or there, lips puckered out, and so forth, as I drove by with my wife. This time, however, I was not going to drive by.

"Hello, there. I think I've seen you here before. Guess I am safe to assume that you're not a vice cop, right?" I probed a bit.

"Me, a cop? I wish! Then I'd get to hang around big, buff men all day long, instead of uptight store clerks! Hell, even you are a nice break, though you're not that tall," she grinned at me with a look of poorly disguised desire.

"How much for 'the works'?" I asked her abruptly, a bit irked at her comment on my relative shortness. I would remind her later that height wasn't the measurement that counted.

"You mean 'nothing off limits'? No holes barred?" she teased, making it more apparent that this was a rare case of mixing business with pleasure.

"Exactly, missy," I confirmed it.

"That would be a full hundred. The complete package doesn't come cheap, sweetie. I charge top dollar. Believe me, however, when I say that I am worth it. I'd be worth it even if I gave you an STD, which I don't have. I get tested often for HIV and other diseases. Only select customers get it 'bareback', so I am not likely to catch anything. You'd be such a client, since you're clean and want the 'whole package'. Not even the hundred bucks get you 'bareback' by themselves. I have to trust that you won't infect me. I may be a street hooker, but you're not slumming when you fuck me," she made her pitch for the price that she wanted.

Clearly, she either saw her chance for the Benjamin and was determined to seize it, or she just really found me attractive and my interest flattering. Maybe it was both. Being a cynic, of course, I was betting on the first one.

As we were in my truck by now, I wasn't worried about people overhearing us. I also didn't give a damn about anyone finding out. My wife's word about it would be hearsay, nothing more. The only way that I could get in trouble now was a sting. I didn't care if my wife left me over it. I was already on the verge of filing for divorce for irreconcilable differences. After only 6 years of marriage, I was fed up with her attitude. So, let the bitch complain! My best friend from college was a lawyer with plenty of cash. He'd defend me pro bono, if necessary. Since Nancy always avoided sex during her fertile days, to push her career forward, we had no kids.

I decided that I deserved a chance for some wild sex with someone who appeared to actually enjoy it. I was going to go for it. Yes, the girl in question might be a bit shocked by the kinky side to me, but she was charging major bucks for a street whore. That being the case, she shouldn't have a problem with something that she had probably seen before. If she hadn't, she was about to experience it. I wanted a good, nasty "grudge fuck", with a side of handcuffs and a paddle. With any luck, we should both have fun. She seemed like a pro who was into the job for more than just cold cash. That in itself was refreshing. If she didn't bolt when I brought out my toys, everything would be fantastic.

"It's a deal. Now, my wife is out of town on a business trip for her company. I couldn't go with her, as my job precludes it. What do you say we come back to my place? It would be nicer than a cheap motel," I suggested.

"Works for me," she agreed, not a bit perturbed at my marital status. I was hardly the first married man to patronize her business.

We finished driving and arrived at my house. It was late enough that I had already given my wife her "goodnight" call from our home phone and she was probably sleeping like the dead. Few if any people would be up, so the chance of any witnesses was decreased. I had planned this well ahead, and with plenty of attention to detail. Being a private detective, I knew how to avoid being caught by one.

When we got inside the house, I told the girl to close her eyes. She did as I instructed. I then put a blindfold on her and led her into the bedroom. Once she was relaxed, I told her to lie back on the bed. When she complied, I handcuffed her, and I could tell that she was panicking for a second. She might well have thought that I was a cop, or a serial killer, at this point. When I hiked up her miniskirt and removed her panties, I could hear her breathing normalize, as if reassured that I was truly interested in sex. Since she was on her back, and I wanted to paddle her, I simply turned her over onto her stomach.

She tensed up and flinched for a second when I gave her the first swat, but she didn't ask me to stop. Evidently, she accepted this as part of the bargain. It was a shock to her, but not one so unpleasant as to warrant breaking our deal. I struck her again with the paddle. She jumped once more, but this time less dramatically. She was now more prepared for the blow, after all. She anticipated being paddled, and had begun to adjust to the pain.

While I gave her the next 18 swats, she seemed to squirm and wince a bit, but she didn't cry or complain about it. She made no verbal protest at all. Her bottom was a little red, but she wasn't bruised or anything. She lay there on her belly, waiting for the next swat. When it didn't come, she took some initiative and altered her position slightly, lifting her ass up into the air. It faced me, as if she was inviting me to do something else to her butt and get my money's worth. She obviously still wanted to continue the transaction.

When I spread her cheeks, I realized that her butt-crack was shaved, just like her cunt. It was also very clean, far more than one expected from a streetwalker's asshole. She clearly made a point of good hygiene and safety. It was part of the unusual pride that she took in her profession. I began licking her sphincter and pussy, moving across the taint back and forth. I wanted to see her reaction. My instincts were right: she loved this act, and almost certainly kept her tush clean with the idea of encouraging men to rim her ass.

I started to nibble on her lips and clit, just long enough to tantalize her with the idea of a climax. I moved my tongue between her holes repeatedly for the next few minutes, which caused a wetness that I could smell if I lived halfway across the world. It wasn't a bad scent, unlike what some men consider it. To me, the aroma was a delectable one. It was the smell of arousal, after all. It reminded me of sex, pleasure, and orgasm, including hers. Yes, I wanted her to cum too, but I definitely wanted to play rough before making her do so. I wanted the realization of one of my fantasies that Nancy had rejected: a wild, kinky night where I would reward a good slut or slave for servicing me well.

I replaced my mouth and teeth with my fingers on the hooker's clit, and then I guided my cock into her now damp pussy. I wasn't gentle, of course. I slammed my dick deep into that girl's sex, making her gasp at how forceful I had become after being tender for a moment. My hard cock rammed her cunt, which was now dripping her juices onto my marriage bed. That in itself excited both of us more. While I knew that I would have to wash the bed sheets afterward, the fact that I was fucking a girl and making her drip her fluids onto that bed was a thrill for me, and apparently for the whore as well.

As my wife had rarely climaxed and never squirted during our marriage (not my fault, since I definitely made an effort), it aroused me a great deal to succeed with a presumably jaded hooker where I had failed with my own spouse. This wasn't an act. She was drenched! She had enjoyed everything from the bondage (which was still technically happening, since I hadn't removed the cuffs) to the paddling, from the rimming to the grudge fucking. As I pounded her soaking twat, I began to finger the outside of her sphincter and kept playing with her clit. I then switched to swatting her again, which caused her to jerk and flinch for a second, although this time in response to my hand.

My hand felt the completion of her climax, as she tensed up and dripped onto it. She wasn't gushing, at least not yet, but she was very wet. She began to milk me with her cunt, and I felt her gush on me as she moaned her orgasm. Since she was a whore, it had probably happened to her now and then, but she acted as if were a truly rare event. She seemed stunned that my hand, still stinging her bottom with a spanking, would help get her off like that. I got the impression that she had realized something about herself that had never occurred to her, despite all of her sexual experience. She was a masochist, and quite possibly a sub or switch.

Before she could make me cum in her sex, I pulled my cock from her now relaxed pussy and applied some lube that I had put out for my next act. I removed my other hand from her clit and stroked myself to keep hard in between penetrations. After lubing up her asshole, I then put some of the warming liquid on my cock. It was extremely sensual, but it hadn't been used much, since Nancy refused to do anal and didn't like anything but standard lubricants.

When I entered the whore's ass, she flinched very slightly, and then started thrusting back at me. She apparently wanted me to cum inside her soon, for one reason or another. I resumed spanking her butt and masturbating her clit, which caused her to drip some more. Even though we hadn't said much, she understood what I was doing now. I wanted to cum in her asshole and possibly get her off that way as well. I showed her zero mercy at this point, going for the final release with gusto. As I shoved my dick in and out of her bowels, she grunted a little, but she relaxed again when I started spanking her left cheek softly. As I didn't stop swatting her right cheek, her entire bottom was now some shade of pink or red.

I had taken a calculated risk that ending my manipulation of her clit to swat her derriere would distract her from the pain in her ass. It worked very well, as the hooker seemed to completely surrender to the invasion of her backdoor and my apparent dominance over her. I had achieved an unexpected level of mastery of this young woman, without planning for more than a vent of my frustrated kinks. She wasn't just doing this for the money anymore. She was also doing it for pleasure.

When she began gushing and thrashing from my cock in her sphincter, I couldn't resist cumming at last. I was frankly pleased with myself for lasting a full half hour under these circumstances. Then again, it was probably the act of pulling out from her cunt for a bit there that helped me do that. Otherwise, I would have cum already. Well, it was that and her relaxing right after she climaxed. Any more milking, and I would have expended my seed in her pussy.

As I removed my softening dick from the whore's ass and went to the bathroom to clean up, I saw her in the mirror next to me. She had a very satisfied smile on her face, confirming my earlier suspicion. She was still wearing the cuffs, as I had not removed them. The blindfold was gone, however, since I had taken it off her face right after I came in her.

"The keys to the cuffs are on the nightstand, missy, if that's what you're wanting. I'll pay you in a second too," I informed her as I followed up my cleaning of my cock by pissing. That was a precaution I always took after unprotected sex, especially anal.

"Thank you, but I was actually wondering just how long your wife's business trip is, sweetie," she grinned.

"2 more days, but I can't spare that much cash! I wish I could. It would be a great weekend otherwise. I'll just have to settle for beer and cold showers until Monday. Hell, unless I can get a friend with benefits or two on the side, I might well have to settle for that after Monday too! Too bad, because you really seem to be as kinky as me," I reacted to her question.

"Your wife doesn't fuck you very well or often, does she? Yeah, you seem more the disgruntled hubby type than the sort who would cheat just because he could. To be honest, though, that's just a convenient fact for me. I would find any excuse to fuck you, whether or not you were justified for stepping out on the missus. I want you, at least sexually. I want to fuck you for the sake of the kind of sex that we just had. Screw the money. You're a frustrated, but basically aggressive man. I'm apparently more repressed than I thought, since I like having a man spank me. The 'grudge fuck' was great too.

"What really surprised me was how much I liked obeying you and letting you handcuff me. You were in charge, and that was a welcome change from my usual clients. Like I said, most of them are nerds and losers. Few of them have any balls. They just let me dictate the whole routine. That gets old. Now I know why. I wanted a real man, and I haven't had that pleasure in months. So, sweetie, what do you say about making this a weekend fling, after all? I'll do whatever you like," she declared, indicating that she was even more into me than I thought.

"Very well, if you'll agree to follow my rules and not charge me for this weekend, you can stay until late Sunday night. That's when it will be safest for me to drop you off at your place, assuming that you want to return home for the night," I accepted her offer.

"Sure. I will need the break, from the sound of it. I expect to be worn out from our little experience, if tonight is you at full potential. What sort of rules?" she winked at me, making it clear that she particularly wanted to do this.

"Well, to begin with, you have to call me 'Sir'," I announced.

"Yes, Sir," she answered seductively.

"For another, I want to know your name," I demanded.

"Valerie, Sir. Please don't call me that, though. I much prefer what you have called me," she pleaded.

"Missy, you mean?" I asked.

"Yes, I like the way that you say it, Sir," she explained.

I chuckled and gave her a very intense French kiss, as I realized just how lucky I had gotten tonight. It might be a fling, but it was one that would change both of us for life, and it was a change that I would embrace with enthusiasm. 



The Bitch



 Not a whole lot of sex in this one, but I hope that it is worth the reading. 

My sister and I grew up in the San Francisco Bay Area. My dad was a moderately successful attorney, and my mother worked in commercial real estate. We weren't wealthy, but we never lacked for anything. It was in December of my sophomore year of college that I got the call from my older sister, Susan, who was in her final year of law school. Our folks had been going somewhere, we never did figure out where they were going, when their car was taken out by a semi, killing both of them.

Christmas that year was bleak. We spent most of our Christmas break dealing with the funeral, and then trying to get the estate settled. Fortunately, dad's partners did most of the work, talking to insurance companies, and evaluating the wills and insurance policies. Both mom and dad had had good life insurance policies, and they had also been smart enough to take out a policy that paid off the mortgage so my sister and I owned the house free and clear. By the time everything was all said and done we had more than enough to finish school, and would still have a substantial sum left over to either save, or start us in our own business.

I hadn't been to focused on school up to this point, but something had changed in me, and I dove back into my school work with a vengeance, working as hard as I could to get the best grades I could. I forgot about partying, and drinking beer with my friends. I guess I was trying to prove to myself that I was as good and mature as my parents wanted me to be, and I was more critical of myself than they had ever been. I did a little dating, but not much, primarily because all the girls I met seemed to be so shallow. I just wasn't interested in them.

By the start of my senior year I was on the honor roll, and had been for over a year. I wasn't in the running for graduating first in my class by any means, primarily because of my grades in the first year and a half, but I was well up there.

I was taking a second year of Spanish, because everyone was required to take two years of a foreign language to graduate. Spanish was not one of the recommended languages, but I had felt that with the heavy Spanish influence in California, Spanish was going to be much more useful than any of the other languages.

Languages were not my forte, and I had struggled through the first year of Spanish getting a 3.0 after many nights of studying into the wee hours of the morning.

In any event, I noticed this very pretty young woman in my Spanish class. Petite, with long auburn hair and what I initially thought was a good tan, but later found out was simply her natural skin tone.

After the first couple of weeks, I was still struggling. I could read and write Spanish relatively easily, as long as I had a dictionary available, but speaking Spanish was just very hard for me.

As I was walking out of class one Friday afternoon, the pretty woman came up to me, and introduced herself, asking if I would like some help with my Spanish. It turned out that Maria was Spanish, and had been speaking Spanish since she was old enough to talk. The only reason she was taking the class was to fulfill the graduation requirements.

We went out and sat under a tree in one of the commons areas, and I explained what my problem was with Spanish. When I finished, she laughed a little and told me that all I needed was to converse in the language as much as possible. She volunteered to coach me, and I was hooked.

For the next month or so, we met every day for at least an hour, more if we had the time, and by the middle of October my Spanish was vastly improved, and I asked her out on a date. She cocked her head a bit looking at me with a small smile, then told me that she had been wondering how long it was going to take before I would ask her out.

From that point on we spent as much time together as we possibly could. Neither of us let our studies suffer, but we spent a whole lot of time in my apartment studying, and we made a practice of speaking Spanish as much as possible.

Maria's dad was big in the import/export field, and he and her mother spent a lot of time in Spain, or other European countries. Although Maria didn't say anything much about it, I got the impression that her parents were very wealthy.

Thanksgiving rolled around and I found out that her parents were in Europe, and that she wasn't going to see them, she just didn't want to do the traveling. So instead we spent the Thanksgiving holidays moving her into my apartment.

Christmas came, and she went home to Atherton, California. For those of you who are not familiar with the Bay Area, Atherton is very definitely not a town that you can buy a shack in. I don't know, but I would be willing to bet that there isn't a single home in that town that is valued at less than $5,000,000, and those are for the fixer uppers.

Maria came back to school, and was a little subdued for the first day or two, but finally came out and told me that her mother was extremely upset with her, first because she was living with me, and second because I wasn't Hispanic. Actually, as things later turned out, I suspect that the fact that I wasn't Hispanic was really her primary problem.

I graduated, and like I thought I was going to be, I was in the top five percent of my class. Maria finished her junior year, and went back to the Bay Area for the summer, although we kept in contact through e-mail and daily phone calls.

I was admitted to the MBA program, and was planning on finishing it about the time that Maria graduated, so I spent the summer taking a couple of courses that would insure that I was able to finish in time.

When Maria got back to school, she was overjoyed to see me, and we planned on spending the entire weekend in bed. On that Sunday morning, I got up early, sneaking out of bed so as not awaken her, and fixed a big breakfast, put it on a tray, then put my mother's engagement ring at the top of the tray and brought it in.

Maria was awake, kind of, and when she saw me come in with the tray, she smiled and asked me to hold on as she scampered off to the bathroom, coming back in a few moments. I set the tray down in her lap, and kissed her, then went back to the kitchen to get my tray.

When I got back, Maria was sitting there with tears just pouring down her cheeks.

"Tom, are you sure? My parents, and particularly my mother, will have a complete come apart about this."

"I have never been more sure of anything in my life. I will just have to work extra hard with your folks to make sure that they know I love you, and would never do anything to hurt you."

Maria's folks were in Spain, having caught a flight out the same day that Maria came back to school.

We called, and Maria spoke with her father first, a lengthy conversation, and then an even longer one with her mother. Although I could now understand conversational Spanish, the one sided conversation, and the speed with which they were talking, left a few gaps for me. The upshot of it all was that her father was upset that I hadn't asked him first, but he would get over it -- he did really understand that different cultures were involved. Her mother was absolutely against her marrying anyone who was not Hispanic, and high class Hispanic at that.

There were a few more phone calls over the next week or so, and finally Maria told her mother that either she got on board with our plans, or we would just have a very quiet wedding here in town, and she could kiss off any thoughts of a wedding like she had always talked about.

To cut a long, somewhat uninteresting story short, we got married that December during the Christmas break. It was a big affair, with lots of her father's business acquaintances invited, and a few of our friends, including, of course, my sister.

I was able to bring her dad, Pedro, around. I made a point of speaking Spanish to him, and asked him to correct me if I said anything incorrectly. I also apologized for not asking his permission earlier, but told him the thought had just not crossed my mind. I was so concerned about Maria's response that I just hadn't considered asking his permission. I am sure that I made points when I told him that we had every intention of having our children grow up bi-lingual, which brought a large smile to his face.

Maria's mother, Estella, was an entirely different proposition. She simply was against the whole thing to start with, but she wasn't going to be denied having her only child's wedding in the manner that she wanted it. Anything I suggested was almost automatically rejected, and Maria finally had to put her foot down. Actually she had to put her foot down a number of times, but we finally got the wedding to be something we wanted, not what her mother wanted.

We graduated in June, and moved back to the Bay Area, where I had landed a job as a junior project manager with a construction company. The first year or so, I was really in training, but by the time the twins, Robert and Stella were two, I had learned enough that I was promoted to senior project manager. (Robert was named after my dad, and Stella was an attempt at placating Maria's mother.)

During all this time, there simply was no pleasing my mother. If I didn't get a raise or promotion as fast as she thought I should, I wasn't working hard enough to provide for my family. If I got a good raise or a promotion, it was because I was just kissing ass, and not because I deserved it. If I was working extra hours, I wasn't paying enough attention to my family. Estella absolutely refused to call Robert either Robert or Robby, but instead always called him Roberto. Stella was likewise referred to mostly as Estella, as Maria's mother thought that Stella was an undignified shortening of her name.

Maria was working in real estate. Because of the extensive Hispanic community in the Bay Area, she was a real whiz, and was making almost as much as I was, and sometimes she was making significantly more. We had a nanny -- Spanish speaking of course, but we both spent as much time with the kids as we possibly could. By the time they were six, they spoke both English and Spanish equally fluently, well as fluently as any six year old does, and had been to Mexico and Spain. Every year Pedro and Estella would take Maria and the twins to Spain for a month or so to their villa outside Madrid.

Which brings me to the latest in my tale.

I had been given the company's latest project to run, which was in the coastal hills not too far from Atherton. It wasn't that large a project, but expected to last over a year. It essentially was building a conference center with hotel rooms out in the middle of nowhere. The problem for me was that there was no cell phone coverage out there. Now I live and die by my cell phone, having to be in almost constant contact with suppliers, trucking companies and so on. So what I wound up doing was going to the site very early in the morning, leaving about 11:00 or 11:30am, driving into town where I could get a cell connection, having lunch and talking to suppliers etc, until I had everything done I could, then going back out to the site to see what Murphy had screwed up this time. Evenings I was spending more and more time with my boss going over what had happened during the day, but I always made sure that I was home at least 30 minutes before the kids had to go to bed. We would have a late dinner, which didn't bother Maria particularly because that was what she was raised with. In fact she had had to adjust to American dinner hours, when we first got together. She was used to eating dinner at 9 or 10pm, then catching a nap during the afternoon. College had started changing that, but when we started living together I made an effort to adjust myself to her idea of a normal life. 

Things were going along fairly reasonably, but it was a real pain not being able to talk to Maria during the day.

Then Pablo and Estella took Maria and the kids off for the annual trip to the villa. I kissed Maria and the kids goodbye that morning, reminding Maria to make sure she took her cell phone with her so we could keep in contact.

I got home that night about 8:00pm -- no need to rush home as nobody was there, and the first thing I saw, other than the flashing light on the answering machine was Maria's cell phone sitting on the counter by the phone.

I listened to the messages, most of which were just nothing calls, and then Maria was talking, telling me she had apparently left her cell phone somewhere, and giving me her mother's cell phone number so I could call her. I thought that was strange because I had made somewhat of an issue of it, and Maria had made a big production out of putting her cell phone in her purse before I left, but I finally decided that she had gotten a call, and just put her phone down on the counter and never gotten it back in her purse.

I didn't try to call that night, given the time difference, and decided that calling when I went into town for my midday calls would be the perfect time to reach her.

So for the next few days I tried calling when I got into town. Either I got no answer, it just would roll over to voice mail, or I would get Estella. When I did get Estella, she would tell me that Maria and the kids were out and she would give her the message that I called. I also left messages every single time I called that Estella didn't answer. By Friday I was getting a bit frustrated and concerned, but nothing really changed.

We were working seven days a week at this point, because the Coastal Commission had held up approval of the project until the last possible minute, and we were in a real bind trying to get the project completed on time, or earlier if possible, as there were significant bonuses for an early completion, and significant penalties for being late.

By Friday, I was getting really bummed out, not having talked to Maria for a little over a week. I was walking into the hotel restaurant we used for the meetings with my boss and anyone else he thought appropriate, and was just leaving the parking lot, when I heard my name called. I turned around and this young woman came running up to me, threw her arms around my neck and kissed me, saying: "Oh God Tom, I am so looking forward to this afternoon."

I uncurled her arms and looked at her.

"Uh, I don't think that I am the Tom you are looking for. I'm happily married, and I am sure I would have remembered you if we had met before."

She looked a bit nonplussed, and might have turned a bit red, and immediately apologized, saying that from the back I looked just like her boyfriend. I told her no problem, and we walked into the hotel together, with me opening the door for her like I would have for any woman.

I didn't think anything more about it, although my boss had seen the entire thing and teased me about my apparent attraction for lovely young women. I told him that I was only interested in petite Spanish women about this high with a pair of twins that were called Robby and Stella. He laughed and we went on about our business.

When I got home on Monday, I found a message from Maria that was a bit disturbing. She sounded madder than hell, and wanted to know why I hadn't been calling her. I should mention that I had also gotten one or two messages on my cell phone from Maria, but she was just hoping that I was where I could get her calls.

I immediately decided to change to greeting on the home phone to include a portion that if Maria was calling to give me a number I could reach her, and that I had been trying to call her for days.

I should have said that I had left messages with her mother, but I just assumed that was understood.

I never heard another word from Maria, despite having left numerous messages, either on her mother's cell phone or actually talking to Estella.

I got to the airport to pick up Maria and the kids an hour early, having taken a couple of days of vacation time so we would have a chance to unwind, and I could figure out what the hell was going on with the phone calls.

Nothing. Maria and the kids were not on the flight. Neither were her folks. After spending a good two hours talking to the airline agents with absolutely no help, I finally gave up and went home. No messages, no nothing. By 10:00pm that night I was actively concerned, and called an old friend on the local police department.

Ed was sympathetic, but told me that their policy was that they really wouldn't do much about a missing person report until after they had been gone for three days. He did say that he would contact the airline, and see if he could get anything more.

The next day was pure hell. Estella wasn't answering her cell phone, and I didn't have anywhere else to call. I did spend several hours on the phone with the airline, but didn't get anything more than I already had. They simply had not had a seat on the flight from Boston.

About 7:30 that night, there was a knock on the door, and when I answered it, it was a sheriff's deputy. He asked if I was Tom Sullivan, and of course I told him I was. He then handed me a sheaf of papers and told me I had been served. When I asked him what the hell this was all about, he said he had no idea; he was just doing what he had been told to do.

I got back in the house, looked at the papers, and realized that it was divorce papers from Maria, giving irreconcilable differences as the basis for the divorce. I was staring at the papers trying to figure out what the hell was going on, when the phone rang.

It was Ed. He had at least been able to get more information that we had before. Apparently Pablo had changed the reservations from Spain, booking a flight from Madrid to Paris, then a direct flight from Paris that landed in San Francisco four hours before Maria's original flight was supposed to. As far as he could tell, they took the flight, landed in San Francisco, and went wherever they were headed. He had not tried to contact anyone at Pablo and Estella's home, as he didn't think that was really where he needed to go.

I immediately tried to call Pablo and Estella, but was told by whoever answered the phone that they would accept no calls from me.

Okay -- let's try for Susan. She had specialized in family law; maybe she could do something.

Susan came over immediately, bringing her husband Ralph, who also brought a bottle of very good, aged scotch.

After a whole lot of talking, and a fair amount of scotch on my part, Susan told me that there wasn't a whole hell of a lot that she could do to get me in contact with Maria, or the kids, at least immediately. There was a hearing scheduled for ten days down the road, and at that point she thought she could do something, but until then we were pretty much stuck. She would try the attorney, but doubted that it would do much good.

The next ten days were pure misery. When we finally got to court, Maria was there, but wouldn't even look at me. When there was finally a recess before our case was heard, I went up to Maria and asked what the hell was going on.

Maria's response was astounding, at least to me. "You don't call me for a month, and within a week of my leaving on vacation, you are with that damn blond puta, and you want to know what is going on? I'll tell you. I am getting rid of you, and I will see that you cannot infect my children with your slimy 'principles' as I best I can. I don't want to talk to you, and I want you to have as little contact with them as possible."

With that, she spun around and walked away, burying her head in her mother's shoulder.

Did I mention that Maria has one hell of a temper -- if I didn't, you should be aware that she does.

Temporary custody was given to Maria, and I was given visitation rights every other weekend. Additionally, I was not to contact Maria in any way -- phone, e-mail, in person, not at all. The twins were to be delivered to my door at 6:00pm on Friday, and picked up at 6:00pm on Sunday.




The Bitch



Susan tried everything she could to get Maria to talk to me, but she simply refused. We requested a meeting with family court services -- I felt, and Susan agreed, that if I could just get Maria to talk to me, whatever the hell she was thinking could be cleared up. Maria flatly refused.

As I knew that Maria thought that I hadn't tried to call her, I got a package together with a copy of our phone bills, both home and my cell phone, which showed all the calls I had made to her mother's cell phone, and sent it to her. Susan was madder than hell that I had violated the court order, but it didn't matter. The envelope came back marked delivery refused.

Susan was able to get the no contact order dropped a little after my letter to Maria came back, so I immediately sent her another letter, with more copies of the phone bills, this one requiring her signature. Delivery refused.

Susan and I had, of course, figured out that Estella was behind Maria thinking that I hadn't called her, but we still had no idea what the hell the reason was that she thought I had been cheating on her.

We fought the divorce in every way we could, but it didn't matter. Under California law, if one spouse wanted a divorce and the other didn't, the divorce happened.

Maria finally got her divorce, and custody of the children. My visitation rights were improved considerably, and I made damn sure I took advantage of every single hour. The twins were now seven, and I thought they were old enough to try to go camping a bit, at least in a motor home. I rented one, and took off work for two weeks.

When I went to pick the Robby and Stella up from Maria's condo, Maria came to the door with them. We had always talked about taking them camping, because that was something we had both enjoyed, but hadn't done since they were born. They were jumping around, helping me load their things into the RV, and I noticed that Maria's eyes were moist, like she was trying to hold back tears.

"You know that you would be more than welcome to come with us."

Maria just shook her head and started to close the door.

"I really wish that you had been willing to talk to me. I'm still not sure what information you thought you had, but whatever it was, it was wrong."

"I saw the damn pictures of you with that blond puta. Now leave me alone."

I still had no idea what in the hell she was talking about, but wound up chalking it up to something that I figured I would never really know.

We had been divorced for over a year now. I made every effort to be at all of the kids functions and milestones in their lives. I was never invited to their birthday parties, so I would have a small birthday party with them, together with Susan and Ralph and their kids.

I had heard from the twins that Maria was dating some guy from the Spanish consulate in San Francisco, at least that was what I got out of the few comments they made. Whenever I asked them about their mother, they would get pretty quiet, and not really respond. Finally one day Stella told me that she thought that her mother might marry this guy, and Robby immediately shushed her, reminding her that their mother had told them not to tell me anything about her at all. That really tore at me, but I didn't let on to the kids.

I did find out from some of the things that the kids said, and didn't say, that this Ramon would spend the night at Maria's every once in a while, but not on a constant basis.

I guess it must have been four or five months later, when I was having dinner with my boss, Bob, and his wife, Julie, along with representatives from the latest investor group that wanted us to build another office building. One of which was a striking blond woman, who was an absolute whiz at financing. It was strictly a business dinner, but my boss had wanted it to be a little less formal, which was why his wife was along.

In any event, we were just having drinks and waiting to order, when I saw Maria come in with someone I assumed had to be Ramon. I took a big gulp of my drink, and Julie looked at me with a bit of pity in her eyes.

"Isn't that Maria?"

"Yes, damn it."

"You're still carrying the torch aren't you?"

"I probably always will."

All of this had been said extremely quietly, and I don't believe that any of the other people at the table had heard us.

I saw that Maria had noticed me, and she deliberately turned her head away, putting her hand up to hold Ramon's arm as they were escorted to their table.

I did overhear one of the investors saying that she was an extremely pretty woman, and then Bob, shushed him, explaining that it was my ex-wife.

**************************** Maria:

I saw Tom at the table with Bob and Julie, along with the blond witch, and wondered what I had ever done to make him choose her over me.

Ramon had gone off to the bathroom, and I was left here to watch my husband, actually ex-husband, making nice with someone that I would like to kill.

I remembered the first time we made love. Neither one of us had been a virgin; but that first time with Tom, as far as I was concerned, was the first time I had ever made love. Tom had been so gentle, so loving, so caring, so -- I didn't even know how to describe it.

He played with my breasts, which was nothing that hadn't happened before. But with Tom it was different, he made love to my breasts. When my nipples were fully aroused, he suckled, he nibbled, he made them the focus of my entire world.

Then he begin playing with my clit while his mouth nuzzled my breasts. When he finally moved on top of me, and as I reached down to spread my vagina lips I felt as though I couldn't wait another moment. I guided him into me, and felt a fullness that I had never really experienced before. Obviously I had had a penis inside me before, but this was different, I don't know why it was so different, or really how to describe it.

I was a glove to his penis; I almost couldn't stand it, and climaxed almost immediately. Tom, however, moved slowly, thrusting slowly into me, and before I could believe it, I came again. The fullness, the warmth, the throbbing, it was almost more than I could stand.

Sex with us was like that more often than not. Of course we couldn't always have those feelings, but Tom sure made sure that I felt them as often as possible.

After we bought the sex manuals, there wasn't much that Tom wouldn't try, or do. The first time his tongue touched my clit I almost went through the roof. The first time I gave him oral sex (he absolutely refused to call it a blow job), and he came in my mouth, he apologized. I simply told him that I loved it, and wanted more.

Our sex life was absolutely wonderful; I couldn't imagine having sex with another person. I wanted Tom with all my soul.

Then the report from my mother, and I was damned sure that I didn't want sex with Tom again. I didn't want to see him again. I didn't want him to dirty our children with his so-called values.

Sex with Ramon was just that -- sex. Ramon thought he was the world's best lover, but he wasn't. He wasn't even close. He would spend himself, lie back and go to sleep. Tom had always wanted to cuddle, kiss my breasts, make sure I had achieved climax, and would assure me that he loved me. I could still remember his hands roaming over my body after making love, and giving me chills and very, very warm feelings.

Ramon came back to interrupt my memories, and moments later my cell phone rang. It was my babysitter telling me that Robby had been hit by a car, and was being taken to the hospital.

I jumped out of the chair, told Ramon that Robby was hurt, and started running. I don't know where I was running, but when I saw Tom I told him what had happened, and he immediately said that he would drive us to the hospital.

**************************** Tom

I don't think that Maria had been seated for more than about twenty minutes, when she suddenly jumped up from the table and started running out of the room. She paused for a minute, then ran over to our table.

"Robby's been hurt and they are taking him to the hospital."

"Come on. I'll drive."

Nothing was said in the car, both of us were too upset, but I will admit that I was secretly pleased, very pleased, that instead of asking Ramon to take her, she had come directly to me.

We got to the hospital, apparently not too long after the ambulance arrived, and found out that Robby had been riding his bike, and been hit by a car. He had been taken directly into surgery, but nobody could tell us what his condition was, other than that it had to be pretty bad if they took him into surgery immediately, without waiting for a parent.

Maria's parents arrived with Ramon after about 45 minutes, and Estella sneered at me: "So you can at least be there when your son is in surgery. Too bad he can't have you there for him every day."

I lost it, I really lost it -- this woman had been after me ever since I married Maria, and there was really no reason for me to hold back any more.

"You bitch, I know God-damned well you convinced Maria that I had never called to talk to her, but I talked to you and left messages on your phone every single day that she was gone. But oh no, instead you deliberately tried to destroy my marriage, and take my kids away from me."

With that, I turned to Maria, telling her that I would be back in a little bit, as soon as I cooled down.

Maria did ask me what I was talking about, but I just told her to hang on and I would show her.

I went home, changed into more comfortable clothes, then rummaged through my desk, pulling out all the envelopes that I had sent Maria during the divorce. I don't quite know why I saved them, but I had, every single one. I stuffed them into my jacket and headed back to the hospital.

When I got back, Maria, Ramon and her parents were still sitting in the waiting room.

I walked over to Maria, took the envelopes out of my jacket and told her that these should answer her questions. For some stupid reason, Ramon seemed to take offense and told me to quit annoying his fiancé, then took the envelopes I had given Maria out of her hands, and threw them at my feet.

I could have told him that was not the way to get along with Maria, but I didn't need to. Maria blew up.

"I am not your fiancé, and I am not going to be. You and my mother seem to think that is just such a wonderful idea, but I sure as hell don't."

I picked up the envelopes, handed them back to Maria, and I sat down across the aisle from Maria, and didn't say a word. Maria kept looking at the envelopes, finally opening the first one I had sent, looking at what I had mailed her.

About this time, a doctor came out of the elevator, came over and asked if we were Robby's parents. I stood up and told him that Maria and I were his parents. The doctor told us that Robby was out of immediate danger, and in the recovery room, but asked us to come up to his office with him. Pablo, Estella and Ramon stood up to come also, and I told the doctor that I didn't want them with us. He looked a bit confused, until I told him that they had nothing to say about his treatment, that it was completely up to Maria and I.

Robby had had major injuries, several broken bones, and internal bleeding. The doctor thought that he was going to recover with no permanent damage except for a couple of scars, which would go away with time, at least to some extent, but he would be in intensive care for the next several days, and would probably spend the next week or ten days in the hospital. Robby had been taken to recovery, and would probably be there for the next several hours before he could be moved, and we could see him.

We went out to wait again, and this time neither Ramon nor Maria's parents were there. We sat for a few minutes, then I told Maria that she might as well go home, check on Stella, and get changed. I also called Susan and asked her to go get Stella and keep her at her house until we could get things straightened out. Maria said that she would take Stella to Susan's house, so that was resolved.

Maria was quiet for a moment or two, then asked: "Tom, what was that about my mother not telling me that you had called?"

"I assume that the phone bills in that envelope were explanation enough."

Maria looked at them again for several minutes, then looked up with tears in her eyes.

"I have never seen these before, ever."

"Just go read them. I'll be here when you get back."

Maria returned in a little over an hour. Instead of the cocktail dress, she was wearing jeans and a sweatshirt, but she still looked awfully good in them. Actually she looked like a goddess to me.

Maria didn't say much, just handed me a manila envelope, and asked me how did I explain that.

I opened it and found two photographs and what appeared to be a private investigator's report. The report wasn't very long, but it essentially said that I had been followed for a week, and starting the day after Maria had left for Spain, I had met with a blond woman every evening. It wasn't until several days after she had left that they were able to get photographs, and while they couldn't confirm that we were having sex with videos or pictures, they were able to get the attached pictures. I looked at the pictures, and at first I couldn't figure out who in the hell the blond woman was. There were only two pictures, one of her kissing me, and the second was her entering a hotel, with me holding the door open for her. Then it hit me -- this was the dingbat that mistook me for her boyfriend.

Even though it was now close to midnight, I pulled out my cell phone and called Bob. Bob wanted to know how Robby was, and I gave him a brief summary of his condition, and then asked him if he would come down to the hospital for a few minutes, that it was very important to me. Bob seemed puzzled, which he should have been, but agreed, saying that he any Julie would be there as soon as they could.

I hung up, told Maria that she would get her explanation in a few minutes, and didn't say another word until Bob got there, Julie in tow.

I thanked him for coming down, then handed him the pictures.

"Bob, what can you tell Maria about these pictures?"

I crossed my fingers, hoping that Bob would remember the incident, even though it was a long time ago.

"Tom, I don't think I have ever seen this woman before."

He thought for a few more minutes.

"Oh that's who she is -- the bimbo in the parking lot. Christ, that must have been a year and a half ago, maybe two years ago. She thought you were her boyfriend when you were coming in for that meeting."

"Have you ever seen her before or since?"

"No, I don't think so, certainly not that I remember."

Then I handed him the P.I. report.

He read it, laughed and handed it to Julie.

"This is utter bullshit. You weren't out running around on Maria. Hell most of those nights you were either having dinner with me, or at my house with Julie and me."

I looked at Maria, and told her that she now had her answer, and walked away.

Bob caught me before I went more than a couple of steps.

"Hold on here, you drag us down to the hospital in the middle of the night, then walk out? What the hell is going on here?"

"Apparently Maria's mother convinced her that I wasn't calling her, and that I was out running around with that dingbat blond. I have tried everything I could to get Maria to listen to me and she flatly refused to even talk to me. I sent her copies of the phone bills, and she returned them to me unopened. So now she knows she destroyed a good marriage because she couldn't trust me enough to even listen to me. I am going down to the cafeteria and get some coffee. If Robby comes out of recovery before I get back, I would appreciate it if one of you would come get me."

With that I left.

I found out later that Bob and Julie took Maria aside and spent a fair amount of time telling her that I had been with either Bob or both of them virtually every single night that Maria was gone, and had complained bitterly that I wasn't able to get ahold of Maria, despite daily messages left with Estella. Bob indicated that Maria was completely taken aback, and kept saying that she hadn't known any of this.

I got down to the cafeteria to find Ramon and Maria's parents there. I got a cup of vile coffee from one of the machines, and sat down as far from them as I possibly could. I was drinking my coffee, and ignoring the looks that Estella was shooting at me. If looks could have killed, I would have already been in the morgue.

Eventually, Ramon got up and swaggered -- I swear, he really did -- over to where I was sitting.

"You will apologize to the Senora for your crude remarks."

"Go away Ramon."

"You will apologize, and you will do so now."

"I wouldn't apologize to that bitch if my life depended on it. Now go away."

I don't know quite where this would have gone, but Maria suddenly appeared at the table, and sat down.

"Ramon, go away, I want to talk to Tom."

Ramon sputtered, then announced that he was not leaving his fiancé with anyone as crude as I was.

"For the last time Ramon, I am not your fiancé, I am not going to marry you whatever my mother says, and I will do as I damn well please. Now go away."

At this point, a very large man came up to Ramon, and told him that he was asking him to leave quietly.

"Do you know who I am?"

"I really don't care who you are. You have been trying to start something with this gentleman, and both he and the lady have asked you to leave. Now leave them alone."

"You can't tell me what to do, I have diplomatic immunity."

"Well, that may be, but I can sure as hell arrest you for causing a public disturbance, and have you taken downtown. You might get out by morning, once we are able to get someone from your embassy down to verify just who you are, but you sure will spend the night in jail. Now, lets just do this the easy way rather than the hard way."

I guess Ramon figured that a night in jail wasn't worth it all, and walked back to the table with Pablo and Estella. I thanked the officer, and he just smiled and nodded his head before he went back to his table.

Maria looked at me, her eyes sparkling with tears.

"Tom, I never knew any of this. Mother swore that you had never called, or left any messages. She said that she had her suspicions about what you were doing, so she hired a detective agency to follow you while we were gone, and had the report sent by fed-ex as soon as they had anything. I was madder than hell about not getting any phone calls, but when mother came up with the photographs and the report, I was convinced. Mother spent the rest of the vacation telling me what a complete shit you were, and how she had been certain for years that you were playing around on me, and now she finally had the proof she had been looking for."

"You know, if you had just even tried to find out for yourself none of this would have happened. Whatever happened to the love and honor part of our wedding vows? And what about the trust that is supposed to be part of the marriage, whatever happened to that?"

"Tom."

"Your mother set this up deliberately to destroy our marriage. Then she went the next step in trying to keep my kids away from me. How many birthdays and Christmas mornings have I missed because your mother decided that I was unfit for you and our children. How many evenings have I missed being able to play with the twins, or read them books? They are old enough now to read themselves. They will never be able to remember Daddy reading to them. How many weekends have I missed? How about the mornings that they wake up, and find Ramon in Mommy's bed, but not Daddy? Since you walked out without even trying to talk to me to see if there was some other explanation, I haven't had a Father's Day. I made sure that they had something for you for Mother's Day, but I never got a damned thing, not even a card. My sister had to take them shopping for my Christmas and birthday, because it sure as hell wasn't ever remembered by you and your family."




The Bitch



I paused for a moment, if nothing else to take a breath. Maria was crying openly now, but to be honest I just didn't give a damn. All the pent up frustration, and anger were finally coming out, and I just let it spew.

"Tom, wait a minute."

"And how about the twins birthday? You always had the birthday parties at your parent's house, but every time I tried to call them to say happy birthday, I was told that calls from me were not being accepted and then I would be hung up on. How many of the little things have I missed out on? Robby or Stella coming home with a story about how their day went, but I wasn't able to be there to hear about it. By the time I was able to see them they had forgotten about it. How about just cuddling with the twins on a Sunday morning, or just taking them to the park. Maybe I could have been there for them when they had a problem at school, or with a friend. But they will never remember that, because I wasn't there. Oh, and let's not forget that they were told not to tell me anything about you or what was going on in your life. So now my kids are having to keep secrets from me. I took them shopping for your Christmas and birthday, and never got a single thank you -- or maybe you just didn't want to acknowledge that I existed. Teaching Robby and Stella to throw a ball, or how to bat. I try to do what I can, on alternate weekends, but there isn't the closeness that develops from coming home and playing catch in the evening while dinner is being cooked. You get to teach Stella how to cook, and I hear about it all the time, but I don't get to do any of those things. I didn't get to taste the first cake she made, no matter how bad it might have been it still would have been pronounced wonderful. When I went to their school functions, it was only because the twins told me that something was coming up. I was never told that they had something special happening. I was never a part of the teacher's conferences. I never got to make approving noises when they brought home a good grade on their schoolwork. All of this because of that bitch of a mother of yours, and because you refused to talk to me."

I paused again, because I was spent. The venom from two years of frustration and anger had finally come out, although I had one final thing to say.

"And last, but certainly not least, I have never even kissed a woman since you and I first dated in college, and I certainly have never gone to bed with one, even to this day."

"Tom, I didn't know, I really didn't."

"Yeah, but you didn't try to find out either."

We were saved by Julie walking in and announcing that Robby was being moved out of recovery into ICU, and that we could see him as soon as we got up there.

We both headed for the elevator, although I did stop by at Estella and Pablo's table.

"Robby is out of recovery, but you will not be allowed to see him, and as far as I am concerned, you will never see either of the twins again."

Estella sputtered something, but I ignored her, and headed for the elevator.

Just before I went into Robby's room and went to the nurse's station and told them in no uncertain terms that Ramon, Estella and Pablo were not to be allowed in to see Robby under any circumstances. Maria winced when I told her that, but didn't say a word.

Maria and I made nice while we were with Robby, and finally the doctor came in about 6:00am, and told us that we had to leave, that Robby needed to sleep more than anything else.

I took Maria home, although we didn't talk much. Maria was still trying to say she hadn't known, and I was still pissed enough to just not respond much at all. I did tell her when I dropped her off that I would pick her up that afternoon so we could go see Robby, if that was all right with her. She told me that she would appreciate it, got out of the car, and just before she closed the door, she told me she was very, very sorry.

We got back to the hospital about 6:00pm, and when we walked into Robby's room it was piled high with flowers, DVDs, toys, almost anything you could imagine. After hugging and talking to Robby for a minute, I left Maria with him, and went out to ask the nurse where all this stuff had come from. Before I could however, Julie showed up and told me that when Bob had told the construction crew what had happened, they had all, as soon as they got off work, gone down and bought this stuff and brought it to Robby. They had to stop one man from bringing in a new bicycle. They apparently had wives, kids, and entire families trying to make my little boy's life a bit more pleasant. The nurse piped up at that, and told me that every single one of the adults had given blood, not because Robby needed it, but so that any other kids that needed it could have a chance. The last of them were still waiting to give blood at the blood at the blood center. It was enough to make you want to cry. I did cry.

The next few days were pretty bad, although Robby was improving every single day. Maria and I talked, and a few things were gotten out that would have been no big deal if it weren't for her mother. But it was obvious that we weren't just going to jump into bed with each other, fuck for a night or two, and then resume our marriage as if nothing had happened.

Robby went home from the hospital, and Maria made sure that I knew that I was welcome at any time. Not only to see Robby, but to see Stella.

Ramon did show up once, shortly after Robby got out of the hospital. I happened to be there at the time, and when the doorbell rang, Stella jumped up and said she would answer it.

I was in Robby's bedroom at the time, just spending time with him, something I hadn't been able to do for so long.

I heard Stella answer the door, just like she had been taught, then Ramon apparently barged in. Maria asked Ramon what he was doing there, and after a few moments of conversation, which I couldn't hear, Maria told him to just leave.

"But Maria, we have made such beautiful love together. You can't just throw that away."

"As a lover, you are a selfish pig. I had what most women would give their eye-teeth for, and because of my mother, and my own stupidity, I lost that. Now get the hell out of my life."

I started to get up and go out, but Robby grabbed my hand, and said: "Dad, let Mom take care of it."

I sat down, and Robby told me; "Mom cried every night when she thought we were asleep after we got back from Spain. It finally stopped awhile after you and Mom were divorced, but she started again when I got out of the hospital, and I don't know how to stop it. Ramon wanted us to call him 'Daddy Ramon', but Mom wouldn't allow it."

Christ, out of the mouths of baby's. Although neither of the twins was a baby anymore.

Ramon left and nothing more was said by either Maria or me.

The next several months were hard. Robby took awhile to get better, even with a child broken bones take weeks to heal. Broken hearts take longer.

I was making extra sure that Stella wasn't feeling left out, and so every day that I came over to see Robby; I took her out to walk in the park, or to go do something special, something to make sure she knew she was loved by her daddy.

Maria seemed sad sometimes when I came over, but I didn't say much to her. I still hurt too much. I wanted to take her in my arms and tell her how much I loved her, but every time I had that feeling, I would remember how hard I had tried to talk to her, and I would just turn off emotionally.

One day when I was taking the kids for a walk, Robby still walking with a bit of a limp, Stella told me that she wanted me to be her daddy again.

"Stella, I will always be your daddy."

"I know, but I want you to be home with us. I want to be able to talk to you at night, I want you to kiss me good night and tuck me into my bed. When I have a bad dream I want you to be there so I can snuggle up to you and make it all better."

"Me too Dad. I want to have you not just come to my games, but to take me home and show me what I can do to be a better ball player. I know I can't play very well right now, but when I can, I want you to show me what to do."

There wasn't much I could say, I didn't want to say that their mother was the cause of this, blaming their mother wasn't my idea of a good idea, but I really didn't know what to say other than that their mother and I had decided to part for reasons that they really didn't need to know about.

I was coming over to Maria's condo almost every night, supposedly to see Robby and Stella, but really I was coming over to see Maria as well. It had been almost four months since Robby's accident, but I still wasn't comfortable with Maria. The kids loved it, we went out, walked in the park; walked along the beach, whatever it was that tickled their fancy. I had bought a very nice digital camera and we took pictures along the way on our walks. Stella was great at composing photos, but Robby didn't seem to care very much about picture taking, he just liked being out with his dad. In any event, it was great fun for the three of us, and I was feeling like I was a part of my children's lives again. The twins had asked Maria to come along with us in the evening, but Maria told them no, that this was my special time with them, and she didn't want to interfere with that.

Thanksgiving was coming around, and Maria asked me if I would like to have Thanksgiving dinner with her and the children. Of course I wanted to, and I told her so.

I really wanted to try to start up with Maria again, but somehow I just couldn't. Ramon was long out of her life, and as far as I knew, Pablo and Estella had not seen the twins since my blowup in the hospital. Neither of the twins ever mentioned Estella at all, and I didn't know what Maria had told them. I had mentioned it to Maria, but she just said that she had told her mother that she wasn't welcome in her home, and left it at that. I didn't think that Pablo had much, if anything, to do with Estella's attempts to completely derail my marriage, but I wasn't going to dig into the morass of Maria's family dynamics.

I was a little surprised to hear that Maria had invited Susan, Ralph and their kids for Thanksgiving also, but Susan didn't seem to think that anything was out of line, and in fact was thankful that she didn't have to put the whole dinner on for her family.

I had more or less thought I would ride over to Maria's with Susan and Ralph, but Susan told me that there really wasn't enough room in the SUV with all the food they were bringing, so I agreed to meet them there. I got there about noon, or a little before, and Maria was running around the kitchen like a chicken with it's head cut off, trying to get every thing done. When I asked what I could do to help, she just smiled a bit, then told me to take the kids to the park for a couple of hours, and let her get everything else done.

The kids told me while we were at the park that Maria had spent most of the night before, and all of the morning cleaning the house, and cooking. I hadn't paid a lot of attention, but when I thought back on it, I did think the condo had that extra special shine that a home gets when it has been cleaned top to bottom. Stella told me that Maria had seemed happier the last few days, and had even gone shopping for new clothes and things. Stella proudly announced that Mommy's new bed had been delivered yesterday, and that she even got to help put the new sheets on it this morning.

That puzzled me a little, why had Maria bought a new bed? Although I really hadn't seen it for more than a moment or two when passing by the open door to her bedroom, I didn't think the bed was that old or worn out. The damn thing couldn't have been much more than a couple of years old at most, because she had bought it right after we were divorced, when she moved into the condo. I knew, because I still had our old bed, and Maria hadn't moved out of her parents' home until after the divorce was final.

The kids seemed to be particularly happy, and finally told me that they had a special secret that they couldn't tell me until after dinner. There was much teasing, and giggling, but they steadfastly refused to give me any hints about the "secret".

The kids and I got back to the condo about 2:30pm or so. The house was filled with good smells, and Maria gave the kids a kiss, then dashed off to her bedroom to take a shower and get dressed. Susan and her clan arrived almost immediately, and Robby and Estella took them off to play in their rooms, leaving Susan, Ralph and I to fend for ourselves.

Susan started in on me almost immediately. "So when are you going to try to patch things up with Maria?"

"I would love to, but every time I think about it, I remember that she simply didn't trust me enough to even try to talk things out. Then I wind up shutting down emotionally, and it doesn't get anywhere. I guess that I am still in love with her, but it hurt me so damn much when she wouldn't talk to me, and then made my access to the kids so difficult, that it was like she was deliberately trying to destroy any relationship I might have with the kids."

"And Ramon? How do you feel about that?"

I thought for a minute, then said: "Ramon isn't an issue. We were divorced before he ever showed up on the scene, at least I think so, and it wouldn't be fair to throw that at Maria. As far as I know, Ramon hasn't been around at all since shortly after Robby got out of the hospital, and that one time she just threw him out."

"Okay, so you got your feelings hurt, and Maria didn't use perhaps the best judgment in dealing with your so-called affair. Do you really think that Maria hasn't been hurt by all this as well? Her mother lied to her, and in fact, as you well know, that damned report from her investigator, was nothing more than a complete setup. I told you that within days of you showing it to me. When I took it to the ethics committee, he finally confessed that it was a complete setup from the word go. The blond was his secretary, and the report had been written before Maria even left for Spain. The only thing they had to do was e-mail the photographs to Estella, and they were done. Do you really think that Maria hasn't been almost destroyed by her mother? Do you really think that Maria hasn't been punished enough? She has done everything she can to bring you back into the children's lives, but you can't get past the point of her stupidity, which she has repeatedly blamed herself for, to look at the future. You're still in love with her, or at least from my viewpoint you are, and I have told her so. You haven't dated, even when I have tried to set you up. You work incredibly long hours just so you don't have to go home to an empty house, the only bright spot has been since Robby was hurt, and you go over to Maria's to be with the kids. Except you aren't really there to be with the kids -- you are there to be with Maria. You just can't or won't recognize that. Grow the hell up little brother. You are completely blowing a second chance at a good woman."

I really didn't know quite what to say, but before I could come up with an answer, Maria came out from the bedroom, dressed in a simple skirt and blouse, which showed her off wonderfully. I wasn't sure, because Maria's breasts were such that she had never really needed a bra, but I was almost sure that she didn't have a bra on. Even at 33, and after nursing two children, she still had the firm, high breasts of a 17 year old. I'm not quite sure what that was due to, other than very good genes.

Susan and Maria disappeared into the kitchen, and a few minutes later Ralph and I were called in to do our duty with carving knives on the turkey and ham.

When we were finally seated, the wine was poured (at least for the adults), and Maria stopped everything when she asked the twins if they knew what their Mom and Dad had been doing on this day 11 years ago. Of course they had no idea, so Maria told them that was the very first Thanksgiving that their parents had spent together, and that we had spent the majority of the day moving her into my apartment.

Stella immediately noted that our wedding anniversary was after Christmas, and Maria just smiled and told her that was true, but that our real anniversary was Thanksgiving Day.

Things got a bit quiet for a moment, then Maria told everyone to start passing the food so we all could eat. There was the traditional turkey and ham, yams, and from Maria's heritage, tapas of various types, all in all a wonderful meal, and far too much to eat.

Dinner was over, and we all started cleaning up, although once Ralph and I had carried in the dishes from the table we were immediately banished from the kitchen being told that we were just in the way, and that we should go watch the football game.

The kids were off playing games, and along about 6 or 6:30, Ralph was called into the kitchen by Susan to load some of the leftovers into the car. There was a whispered conversation that I couldn't hear, but really didn't pay any attention to.

I offered to help Ralph, but he told me in no uncertain terms that he was just fine, the kids were helping, and I was to stay put.

Ralph got the kids into the car, and Susan came out and gave me a kiss.

"Remember what I told you."

I was completely blank on whatever it was that I was supposed to remember, until I got outside with Susan. Ralph was already in the car, Susan's two kids were strapped in, but so were the twins. Susan hugged Maria, whispered something in her ear, and got into the car before I could say much of anything, and the twins hollered "Surprise."

Ralph simply grinned at me, and called out that they would bring them back on Sunday afternoon. With that they were gone, and I was left standing there with Maria.

"Tom, I would really like you to come in and talk with me for a few minutes. The twins are gone, and I think we really need to have a talk we should have had almost two years ago."

I agreed, although I was having thoughts about doing very unpleasant things to my sister.

We got into the living room, and without asking Maria went and poured two glasses of wine, bringing one to me, and then settling in her chair.

"Before we really start Tom, I need to apologize to you one more time. I was absolutely wrong in not giving you a chance to talk things out with me. I was being as much of a bitch as my mother was, and there is really no valid excuse for the way I behaved."

I nodded, not really seeing where Maria was going, but I nodded.

"When mother came over to the house to pick us up to go to Spain, she asked to borrow my cell phone. She made a short call, then hustled us out to the car. I didn't realize that she had not put the phone back in my purse, and didn't until we got to New York. When I did, I called you and asked you to call my mother because I didn't have my cell. At the time I didn't think anything of it, but now I think that it was deliberate, she didn't want you to be able to contact me.

The first few days in Spain were fine, but I was very frustrated and upset that you weren't calling me, but I assumed that you were so busy with work that you just couldn't call given the time difference.

The days passed with still no word from you, although I had tried to call your cell several times, sometimes I left a message, and sometimes I didn't. Again, it wasn't a major big deal, but I was certainly unhappy with you.

Then when I called and asked why you hadn't been calling, I got nothing. With hindsight I know I should have tried to give you another number, but I really didn't have one. I suppose I could have given you my father's number, but that didn't seem to be something that was needed. After all, you had my mother's number.

Then mother came up with the investigator's report and photographs. I can't tell you how devastated I was. Here I was sheepherding two six-year-old kids around Madrid, and you couldn't even be bothered to call me, and were apparently having the time of your life with some blond bitch.




The Bitch



The ring of my cellphone yanked me from my sleep. It was only 11:30 p.m., but I'd been up since 7 a.m. and had spent the day walking around the city visiting museums until my feet ached so much that when I made it back to my hotel at 9 p.m. I had only enough energy to soak in the bathtub for an hour. It had been a chore just to get out of the tub to drag my tired body into the clean hotel sheets. 

"Hello?" I said groggily. I didn't feel motivated enough to open my eyes to see the caller ID. I figured it was a simple situation: Someone in my home state of California didn't know that I was vacationing in D.C. and, therefore, had no idea I was in a different time zone.

"Where are you?" was the response my sleepy greeting had received. The question was direct with a strong sense of urgency and frustration behind it. My eyes squinted in response. I knew that voice, and I was immediately annoyed.

"I'm in bed," I said calmly. "I was asleep."

"Where are you?" he asked again not relenting. It was Adam. Adam and I had been a couple up until three weeks earlier when we had both decided to go our separate ways. He was interviewing from North Carolina to Boston trying to move back to an uptight, east coast existence. I wanted nothing to do with it. Visiting the east coast was one thing, but there was no way I was leaving the ease of Santa Cruz and the beauty of the Pacific Coastline. It was my home. Just like he felt New Jersey was his home. And to me, the only people in the world who I knew loved Jersey were people who grew up in Jersey. 

It had been a mutually messy break up. He cried. I hadn't. I shouted. He didn't. And then he started packing boxes, and he issued me the ultimatum. A proposal. Come with me and let's get married or stay here and be by yourself.

No person in her right mind takes an ultimatum proposal. We had come to an impasse. And five years of love and commitment and monogamy had gone straight down the drain, along with our talk of family, buying a house and all the other domestic fairytale crap. Now we were just two single people still completely wild about each other, but not so wild about the other's life plans. 

It was the reason I had decided to take a vacation. There was a summer fare sale from San Jose to Dulles. School was out for the summer. So, I booked my trip and took off for a week in Washington, D.C. I planned on getting lost in cherry trees, the National Zoo, and the Smithsonian. I had no idea Adam was also in town. 

"I'm in Arlington," I said quietly. 

"Where?"

"The Hyatt in Rosslyn by the Key Bridge on Wilson Boulevard. Room 412."

"I'll be there in 15 minutes," he said hanging up.

I knew this was a mistake. It would lead to nothing good. 

I got up and went to the bathroom. I washed my face and turned on the desk light in the corner of the room. It wasn't the nicest of hotels, particularly since it was completely renovating but due to the construction noise it had a reduced nightly rate that a public school teacher on a budget could afford. 

For the first time in five years, Adam was true to his word and on time. The knock at my door was at the 15-minute mark exactly. I sighed and walked to the door and opened it wide enough so my right hip leaned on the doorway and my left hand kept the doorknob at my hip.

"Hi," I said looking into his eyes. He looked tired. His dark green eyes irises were set off by redness in the whites of his eyes. He stood in front of me like some kind of jedi in mourning. His red knit shirt and khaki shorts were wrinkled. And his 5'10" frame was bent over slightly at the shoulders. He looked almost sheepish, like in the car he'd had a mission and now that I was standing before him, he didn't know what to say. 

"Are you going to invite me in, Chloe?" he asked.

I closed my eyes and thought about it. "Why don't we go down to the bar and get a drink?" I asked.

"Scared of what will happen if we're alone together?" he asked quietly.

If he walked through that door we were going to have sex. There was no question about it. I could feel the heat radiating off of us. It felt wrong, and I knew sex wouldn't make any difference in the long run.

"Are you still moving out east?" I asked.

"Yes. Are you still staying in California?" 

"Yes."

Silence.

"Then why would I invite you into my room? How would that help anything?" I asked plainly. 

"Because I've missed you," he whispered. 

I eyed him cautiously. "What does that mean?" I asked.

"Christ, Chloe, it means that I missed you. I've missed us. I'm not sure that this thing we have between us is ever going to be done. It's always going to be hanging there. We'll be that-stupid-thing-that-could-have-been-that-never-was."

He was right. We'd be 65 and meet up at some senior citizen bus trip to a casino in Florida, and we'd probably still remember being 29 on the verge of being together forever and then watching it all fall apart. We'd feel the happiness, the sexual tension, the flirtation, the sadness and the disappointment. That whole mess was always going to be attached to any thought we had about each other until we were dead. It sucked, and it pissed me off. Life just wasn't long enough.

I pushed open the door and stood to the side. He walked into the room slowly. When he passed me, I closed the door and followed him. He walked toward the window over looking the concrete parking deck of the building behind the hotel. I stood next to the king-sized bed waiting to see how this was going to play out. 

"I still had you up on my instant messenger account and saw that your status said you were on your way to the Smithsonian," he said. "I tried to stay away all day, but all it got me was heartache. My heart literally ached to see you. The next thing I knew it was 10 p.m. and I was driving around the Virginia suburbs aimlessly while debating whether or not to call you." 

Great, so we could both be miserable, I thought. Break ups weren't supposed to be easy. They were horrifying. Suddenly, someone who was in your life every day was dead to you, but still existing in the world even though you were still madly in love with them.

And I realized that this was how the break up sex was going to happen. Our bodies and our minds were living in denial, and we were going to let them because we were still in love. 

I sighed and turned my head to look at the bed. Then I looked back at Adam. He'd called, driven over here, come up to the room and gotten inside. But now, he wanted me to give him something. 

"Come here," I commanded gently. 

He walked to me and stood six inches in front of me. I stood up on the bed so that my five foot three frame brought his eyes right underneath where my breasts sat on my chest. I made eye contact with him and then I pulled my UCSC banana slug t-shirt over my head exposing my breasts to him. The air conditioning in the room had been on high due to the 90-degree-plus heat and my nipples went hard as soon as they were exposed. 

Adam put his hands to my hips and pulled my pajama pants down to my feet. I stepped out of them and stood before him naked. He lifted his hand and ran the back of his fingers from the rear of my jaw, down my long neck, over my right breast and rib cage, past my hips, behind my thigh and ended at a ticklish spot at the back of my knee. I jumped at the contact and laughed. He smiled quickly remembering how many times he'd touched that place before. 

Then his face turned sad as he realized it's probably the last time he'd ever get to tickle me there. He pulled his shirt off and threw off his shoes, socks, shorts and underwear in a rush. He looked angry, flustered, like at any minute I was going to be taken from him. 

He pulled me to him and I hopped forward so that my legs wrapped around his back and my arms hung onto his shoulders. He turned around and pushed me up against the wall kissing my lips and then my neck. His erect cock was pushing up against the back of my ass as he held me there. I loved the way we kissed. It was never pedestrian. I never got used to it. His kisses always made me feel desired, wanted. I got drunk on those kisses. I pulled back and pushed my head against the wall before I got too lost in our lips. He stopped kissing me and just stared.

It was like his eyes were shouting, "Mine! Mine! Mine!" And then he couldn't hold off any longer. His hands moved under my arms at my side. He lowered me down and his penis pushed into my vagina as his hands moved to support me by grabbing my ass.

We slammed together several times in the heat of the moment before he turned suddenly, shuffled to the bed and dropped me onto the firm mattress. I lay on my back with my legs spread. He was breathing hard from the effort it took to hold me against the wall for so long. 

"Turn over please and crawl up further onto the bed," he requested catching his breath.

I nodded and followed his direction. He climbed up behind me and pulled my hips back so that his dick reentered my pussy. I leaned forward on my elbows and felt him deep inside of me. He withdrew and inserted his fingers, soaking them. Then he withdrew and spit into his hand several times. I knew what was coming.

I was 50/50 with clitoral/vaginal orgasms, and it always bothered Adam when we had sex and I didn't cum. We had great sex. Both of us were particularly giving people when it came to sex. But he had a certain surefire way of getting off when I pulled on his balls during a blow job. I figured that out the first time we slept together, but it took us three years to figure out my surefire path to orgasm. And, as our last sexual act, he obviously wanted me to remember what he knew about my body.

He reentered my vagina and I reached my right hand between my legs and began to rub my clit.

"Good girl," he said. "Warm it up." 

Then he took all of the moisture on his hand and put it into and around my anus. He massaged my skin and pulled at my opening. He was gentle and masterful. When I relaxed he started pumping his penis into my vagina and then he pulled out and gently, slowly slid his dick into my ass. 

I worked my clit furiously as he fucked me.

I leaned forward onto my head and shoulder and pushed the fingers of my left hand into my vagina as my right hand rubbed my clit. 

"Oooh," I moaned. "I'm going to cum. Keep going. Keep going."

He grabbed my hips and pushed into me two more times before it began. My orgasm made me shout: "I'm cumming. I'm cumming."

He helped me through it and when I was done, he gently withdrew his penis. It was red, purplish in color and rock hard. 

I caught my breath and ran into the bathroom. "Chlo, what are you doing?" he called after me. 

"One minute!" I shouted back. I wet a warm washcloth and put a bit of soap on it. When I got back to the bed, Adam was kneeling in the middle. His dick was still hard, but not looking nearly as close to exploding. 

I washed off his penis and balls removing any trace of the smell of my ass and then I pushed him over onto his back and took his dick into my mouth.

"Oh god, yes," he said piling up the pillows behind his head to watch me work. I eagerly moved my mouth up and down his shaft and circled my tongue around his head before I delivered kisses to it and sunk it to the back of my throat. 

"Does it feel okay?" I asked as I massaged his testicles. 

"It's amazing," he said. "But I want to come in your pussy, not your mouth, okay?"

I smiled. 

"So you mean if I do something like this," I slid my index finger into his ass and started to move it around in slow circles. "You'll want me to change positions?"

He gently put his hands on either side of my head and pushed my mouth back down to the base of his penis. I licked the underside on the way up and flicked my tongue over the tip. It was back to the reddish purple color from earlier. 

"I'm so close," he whined. "Ride me, please."

I smiled a wicked smile and removed my finger. I bent over his dick and placed his shaft between my breasts and pushed them together. 

"Well, it's been a while since we've done that," he said as he slowly fucked my breasts. 

When he pushed his penis up again, I put my mouth on his shaft again.

"I like that visual," he said. 

I smiled and slid up his body to kiss him. He met my lips but immediately pushed his dick back into my vagina. My nipples rubbed against his smooth chest as we kissed and I rocked back and forth slowly. 

I sat up straight and lifted myself up and down as I played with my clit. My breasts had little red, friction burns from his penis rubbing between them. I moaned a bit and then he played with my nipples. 

"I want you to cum with me," he said. 

"Mmmm," I mumbled. "I just want to feel you as your hips push into mine and you ejaculate wildly within me."

He pulled on my nipples a little harder and I shook from the pleasure. "Think you'll cum if I do that a few more times?"

I scrunched up my face. "I'm not sure. But I know how I can come." I climbed off of him. "Sit at the end of the bed," I said. 

He slid forward until his feet touched the floor. I sat down on his dick and leaned forward reaching between his legs to massage his balls as I rocked back and forth on my heels fucking him.

"Oooh, wait a minute," he said. I stopped moving, and he pushed a finger into my ass. "Now fuck me," he said. His voice was thick with desire. I moved up and down while he massaged my ass with one and then two fingers. I began to cum. My right hand pulled down on his scrotum and he cursed softly. As I finished my orgasm, he stood up quickly. I caught myself with my hands on the carpet as he bent me forward. His hands were on either side of my hips and he was driving his penis deep into my vagina from behind.

When we were done, he picked me up and placed me gently on the bed. He went into the bathroom and washed his hands and returned with another warm washcloth. I felt like every orifice in my body had been stretched to its full potential. I lay on my back, propped up on the pillows where he had been during the blow job. 

He parted my legs and took the warm washcloth to my swollen vagina. He cleaned me, then washed off the finger I'd used to stimulate his ass. 

"I have to go soon," he said gently.

"I know."

"I love you," he said.

"I love you, too."

He kissed my lips gently. "The least I can do is give you a parting gift."

I scrunched up my forehead, "Wasn't the break-up sex our gift to each other?"

"Maybe, but I can't leave without one last kiss," he smiled slyly as he lowered his lips to my clit. 

I came fast and hard in a short amount of time. Moments later when he got dressed to leave he kissed me on the cheek, and I could smell my sex. 

"I got the job here at the firm in Tyson's Corner," he said before he walked through the door. "I'll be back in California to get my things next Monday. Please use your time here to reconsider the breakup." His eyes begged. "They need good teachers here, too, my love."

I nodded. 

He kissed me on the forehead. "Enjoy the rest of your vacation. I'll leave you alone to let you think it over."

I shut the door and instantly hated the world. I wanted to beat the wall or break a window. I hated that I could see my butt indentations on the bed where 20 minutes ago he'd licked me to orgasm while I panted his name. Worse yet, I hated that my room smelled like us. It was torture. I turned the shower on hot and climbed in letting the water run over my body. It didn't take long before I sat down in the spray and sobbed.

I knew that I should never have let him in the door, because now he was driving away hopeful about our future, and what had been a mutual decision to separate was now entirely my decision. Now in the scenario when we're 65, I wasn't going to be the life-long "what-if" in Adam's romantic life, I was going to be "the bitch."



The Bitch



She was a bitch. I was so glad that I didn't have to work for her or have her working for me. We were department heads but we did have to work together. On the outside this was a stunning woman. I mean drop dead gorgeous, but she was still a first class bitch. 

Well I shouldn't say she was a bitch all the time. It was just when we had a difference of opinion. It seems like she would never back down from her position. Unfortunately most of the time she was right. I guess I just couldn't give up my male position without a fight so maybe I had something to do with her bitchiness at times. 

Now for instance this morning at the leaders meeting. That's what our CEO likes to call department head meetings. She was sitting at the end of the front table were the officers all sit. Now imagine our tables erected in the shape of a triangle with the officers at the head but in a row across the top and she was sitting on my side at the end of the execs table. 

She is always very stylish in her dress and today was no exception, except for one thing. She was sitting there with her legs crossed, left over right, and the top leg slightly swinging. A couple of times I have seen her with no hose but with spray painted tan on her very lovely legs. 

Today she had hose on and I had to wonder. Were these panty hose or maybe thigh high and maybe with a garter. I had to bet on the last two and hopefully just the thigh highs.

Now being still single, I must admit I have seen many women sitting down in dresses that came above their knees. I keep wondering if I am a pervert or a healthy male. The skirt always slides further up the leg and revealing a lot of thigh. Now if she was wearing shorts that's ok. But in a skirt, an area of the body, that should normally be covered, is open for observation and admiration, and that really turns me on.

All through the meeting I kept glancing at her and it seemed she kept looking at me. At one point when I was day dreaming and enjoying the exposed areas of her thighs she re-crossed her legs and turned a little more towards me. I caught a brief glimpse of more interior leg and she settled now facing me directly.

I had no idea what the Chairman was saying and hoped he wouldn't call on me. But he did and before I could answer she interrupted and redirected the question for me, which he accepted. Then she looked back at me with a look like, "now you owe me one".

At the last years office Christmas party, she and I sat together at the table of eight. A one strap gown that passed over her right shoulder. I was sitting to her left and often caught a glimpse of top part of her breast and a couple of times I was certain she knew where my eyes where but she didn't let on. 

Several times during the dinner, she touched my arms gently as she was telling a story about one of our fights in a humorous manner which drew laughter from the other six people at our table. The way she told it was like to little kids arguing just because they loved to argue. 

Throughout the evening and when we danced she gave me looks that were so sensual, I thought. This women really had my number. I had so many fantasies about her, it was unhealthy for a single guy like me. 

Back to the present and after the leaders meeting.

We had both stayed after hours and we were the only two in the office. And we were still arguing over one point on the next campaign. At one point she stepped close to me, like an 'in your face' kind of remark. I am not even sure of what she said. The only thing I could think of was putting my lips to hers and kissing her passionately. 

She stopped her tirade and I put one hand on each cheek and pulled her to my hungry lips. Her eyes flashed that, what's going on look. Then I crushed hers so she could say nothing. She pulled back from me and gave me a look that could kill. Before she could say anything else I pulled her to me again but this time my tongue found its way into her mouth and soon I could feel her joining in. 

I pulled back as she grasped my hair with her hands and pulled me to her. Now she was kissing me back, hot and wet and with an urgency mixed with moans of want and need from deep inside her. 

"I knew you wanted this as much as I did," I whispered in her ear before I licked and tugged on her ear lob. Again I joined her in deeply passionate kisses melting any hesitation either of us had. Her no's held no truth as her tongue continued to search me out. 

Our kisses were longer and now I pushed her against the wall my body pressed hard against hers. I spun her around to face the wall and then raised her arms and held them against the wall with one hand. I pressed tightly against her. My erection pushing against the crack of her cheeks. I could feel her pushing back at me. 

I released her hands but they stayed there. Each of my hands were at her neck and then they started their journey down her back and sides and then both hands found their way to her breasts. I squeezed them hard and she gasped and thrust back against me. I spun her around.

I opened her blouse and traced the exposed area left by a low rise lace bra. I could see the color surrounding her erect nipples which I pinched and played with. She kept saying don't, don't but her moans of pleasure overrode her words. 

My hands wondered down her sides to her firm ass and explored it. I could feel no panty line. Either she had none on or was wearing a thong. She continued to push against me and breathing quickly and with excitement. 

My hands moved down the outside of her waist and to her hips then continued down the outside of her thighs. One hand started to work its way up under her skirt with the fabric pilling up with the journey. Her skin was silky smooth and I could tell from her increased short breathing I was getting close to that spot of wonder. 

Yes it was a thong. Tightly fitting over that favored spot. She had trimmed her hair but I could feel its softness as my fingers roamed down and began to caress the opening through her thong. Sliding one finger under it I found the entrance and reached for that sensitive clit which was now so moist. Just a few caresses to it and I could hear her moaning with more anxiety and her continued pleas of no, no.. She came quickly. Not an earth crashing one but I could tell I had aroused her to a fine edge. 

I could feel her sort of collapse against the wall. Her hands slide down to shoulder height. I was still pressed up against her. I waited a couple of minutes till her breathing returned to normal. I leaned forward and started to kiss her neck. 

"Don't touch me. Don't ever touch me again." She turned to me and pushed me back. "If you ever touch me again I will kill you." 

"What? You didn't seem to mind me touching you a minute ago." 

"I want you to leave, Now!" 

I walked to the door and opened it. "Who are you really mad at? Me or yourself." 

"Out! Get out of here. Now." 

"From the first moment we met each other, you knew this was going to happen, in spite of all the arguments we have had." 

"None of that is true. Now get out of here." 

I left and headed for home totally confused. I needed a drink and time to think about this. I stopped at a favorite watering hole, had a couple of drinks and a steak sandwich. I could not figure this woman out. Absolute beauty. Could have any man in the world. A shell that seemed to surround her that was like a stone castle with no point of entry although it seemed I had opened it but then she slammed it shut. On the other hand tonight I had witnessed a hidden passion. 

I went home and took of my shoes and kicked them into the corner. Damn, I wish I had never touched her. I poured myself another drink I turned the TV on but none of it caught my attention. I kept thinking about her. 

The door bell rang. Oh crap. Who in the hell could that be? I turned off the TV and went to the door and opened it. 

It was the bitch. She pushed right past me to the center of the room then turned facing me with her hands on her hips and her legs slightly spread. She looked at me and took a step forward and then slapped me, not real hard but it stung. Then she grabbed me around my neck and planted an open mouth kiss on me. Her tongue went deep into my mouth and then she was biting me lightly on the lower lip. 

She looked up at me and said, "Now lets complete what you started earlier. I want you to know that you are a bastard. You attacked me, got me all hot and ready in a place where we had no chance of filling our desires. Then you walked off and left me and you never called me or came to my apartment. Now your going to pay for it. We are going to do it my way and will continue until you beg me to stop."

Now she backed off and grabbed my shirt and ripped it open. She looked up at me, those eyes flashing in such an evil but promising way. "I always wanted to rip a guys shirt off. That was fun." She leaned down and took one nipple in her mouth, sucking on it and then biting it. I flinched. "There that is for some of the pain I have been feeling."

Her hands were now active on my belt and then unzipping my pants and she pushed them down to the floor. I stood there, amazed as to what was happening.

"You better have something good in these briefs to make this all worth while." 

Now she stepped back and pulled her shirt over her head: no bra. Next she unzipped her skirt and it too fell to the floor: no panties. Before I even had a good look she dropped to the floor and pulled my socks off. "Here step out of these." 

Then she stood up and wraped her arms around my neck. Her tongue dancing all over my mouth and then finding my tongues she sucked on it drawing it in to her mouth. Oh god this was crazy, but I didn't want it to stop. She lightly bit down on my tongue and scrapped her teeth as she pulled back.

"Now lets see what you are bringing to the game." She yanked my shorts off and the wrapped her hand around my fully aroused cock. "Umm, I do believe that with a little extra work on my part this tool of yours will do the job very nicely."

She got down on her knees, her hand still around my throbbing cock. She held it close to her mouth and then she rubbed the tip of it over her lips depositing a small amount of pre-cum. She licked her lips, "Umm nice flavor."

She lifted my cock straight up and put her tongue down at the base and then slowly licked her way up my cock and stopping at the top underside, a very sensitive area. She flicked her tongue back and forth but very lightly, kind of like you do to a girls clit.

Damn, this girl knew what she was doing but I hoped she would stop before I would shoot my wad as I had desires of filling her pussy with my cum.

Then she began to dance her tongue all over the tip of my cock and with her other hand she began to massage my balls. Slowly she guided my cock into her mouth and all the time her tongue kept going over and around my cock as it entered. Her hand closed in on my balls and squeezed them, and not softly at all. I gasped. She pulled my cock out of her mouth and looked up with me with that evil but sexy smile.

"Remember from pain you can find pleasure and with pleasure there can also be pain."

Her mouth opened and my cock, all of it, disappeared in her mouth. She moved her head back and forth until I joined the action like I was fucking her mouth. I am not sure how she does it, but her tongue was pressing against the underside of my cock and pressing it against the roof of her mouth. This was an oral pussy I had never experienced before. Then after a few minutes her finger found the one spot right behind my balls and began rubbing and pressing that spot and then I went over the edge. Shot after shot of hot cum filled her mouth but she took every bit of it until I was emptied. 

Slowly she slid my cock out until just the tip was in her mouth. Now she sucked and licked me draining every last drop out of me. This girl is magical. I have never cum so quickly from a BJ and so hard too.

She stood up and rubbed her tits, side to side against my chest. Her face close to mine and now her tongue pushed its way into my mouth. I could taste my cum and I knew she wanted me to taste it. Then her lips pressed against mine and we just continued to tongue fuck each other. 

"Take me to your bedroom, love."

I picked her up. Her legs immediately wraped around my waist and her arms around my neck.. My somewhat soft cock pressed against her very wet pussy. I walked into the bedroom and to the bed and however I could find my way was a miracle as she was kissing me all the way blocking off all sight.

At the bed I leaned over and took her hands away from my neck and she fell down laughing. Her legs still spread. Her pussy, tits and whole naked body totally exposed. She scooted back on the bed some but I put my hands just above her knees and held her there so that her legs folded at the edge of the bed.

"Don't move. Stay just where you are. I want to see this exotic creature in all her glory. So many times I have wondered what you looked like without any clothes on and now I am going to take my time viewing and exploring this sex toy who is laying on my bed." I laid down beside her and leaned forward as my lips approached hers. My hand immediately came to rest on her tummy. 

"Put your hands up over your head and leave them there," I whispered

She did and then looked at me with a kind of smirk on her face like she was showing me something I had never seen before. It was absolutely beautiful. 

I slid my hand upwards till it rested just below one breast. With one finger I drew circles around the nipple and then I pressed against it. "I would say a very nice and firm B cup. And from feeling the firmness of your tummy I would say this woman is also active in some Health Center. A size B is the size I really favor." As I said this my hand was covering her breast and squeezing it just a little.

"It just fills my hand perfectly and when it is accented by hard nipples that just stand out, so erectly, that is an added plus."

I rolled the nipple between my thumb and fore finger as she softly moaned. Not a sound I could understand, but just a moan and grown of sexual excitement.

"Hard nipples like yours are so inviting to lick, to suck on and to pinch."

I did all this to the other breast. As I pinched her nipple with my teeth she responded with a surprised , "Oh, oh god. oh. That drives me crazy."

"Remember from pain you can find pleasure and with pleasure there can also be pain."

I leaned to her lips but not pressing mine to hers. Instead I wiped her lips with my tongue and she continued to moan softly. With my two fingers I rolled her nipple but this time even harder while my mouth returned now to suck her other nipple and I continued doing that as I slid my hand down her chest to her tummy and to her mound which I covered with my hand and began to caress it. Her legs closed together trapping my hand.

I slid off the bed and spread her legs and got between them. With my hand in place I let one finger move up and down the opening to her sex. 

"I love the way you have styled your hair. Just a slim and thin trace of your brown hair. Like a pathway to your lovely pussy. Your pussy is so beautiful with those full labia on each side. I just have to taste you."

I bent down, supporting myself on my arms. Her labia were wet. I put both fingers in the opening and then spread her lips revealing the womanly treasurer. I leaned forward and licked up and down between her outer labia. Then I blew on this area I had just licked. Again she gasped. I licked again and blew again and then sucked each deep in my mouth.

"Oh, oh god, oh that feels so cold. Umm but I like it."

I let go of her lips but not for long as I sucked one into my mouth and pinched it lightly with my lips. Then the other one. Then my tongue plunged deep into her pussy and moved back to that sensitive clit and I began to tease it in every direction and occasionally sucking it into my mouth as I spread her opening wide.

She responded with gasps, with whimpers, with moans and sucked in air through her teeth. Then she put both hands on my head nudging me to where her pleasure was maximized and she emphasized those places with louder gasps.

I had one hand on her tummy and I started to feel a quiver as she began to approach her moment. I moved my hand down and two fingers now entered and I curled them. She gasped again more like a long wail and I knew she was approaching her orgasm. She thrust herself towards my hand trying to get more penetration into her shivering pussy.

Now she was biting her lower lip. She was so close and that is what I wanted. I withdrew my fingers. She gasped, "Oh no. Oh my god oh no, no, no." She tilted her head up and saw the grin on my face. "You bastard you, oh I hate you. I was so ready to cum for you."

"Love, you will cum when I want you to."

Her juices had thoroughly soaked my lips and my mouth was loaded with more honey. I raised up to her face and pressed against her lips which opened immediately and she could no longer complain. I plunged my honey coated tongue deep in her mouth and at the same time I rammed my cock deep into her. 

"Ump," was all she could say. As I pumped into her she drove her fingernails into my back and scratched me all the way down to my ass and as best as she could she pinched my ass.

I began to laugh which made her even more mad so I rolled over taking her with me till she was on top pressing against my cock . In return she bit my lower lip, just enough to draw a little blood. 

"Damn you, I was so close and I wanted to cum so badly." She sat up and I took my cock and pointed it at her opening." 

"Ride me cow girl. Ride my big hard cock and cum again and again for me. We are going to fuck all night."

"Is that a promise my King Bastard? Do you have it in you? Can you keep it hard all night long?" Again there was that devilish sneer and challenge as she began to move up and down on my cock with force. 

I knew right then that this was going to be a fuck session like I had never had. After about ten or fifteen of her bouncing on my cock she rose up turned around and then facing away from me slid down on me, taking me as deep as possible.

Now her actions were different. Instead of up and down on me she started moving her ass around in circles. First one way then the other and then up and down. All the time I was deep inside her. She would lean forward and grasp my balls and squeeze them. The pain erotic and exciting.

"Remember from pain you can find pleasure and with pleasure there can also be pain."

Every once in a while she would return to the up and down I could feel her finger returning to that spot that shot me off real quick. That's when I rolled her off and then twisted her over and then pulled her up on her knees and I behind her. 

God what a beautiful sight. That smaller hole which some day I would explore and then that beautiful entrance into a pussy that I was ready to file with my cum.

I drove into her with force and I kept slamming into her. My balls slapping her ass and then my hand reach down and under her and two fingers entering her and now I fucked the hell out of her while I teased her clit and she moaned and gasped the whole time until I could feel my balls filling with cum and the pressure building in my cock, that wonderful painful feeling as my cum filled my channel and also the excitement of getting ready to spread my seed.

At the same time she is gasping and crying out, "Oh, oh, oh, Oh don't stop now, ah oh god I am so close yes, yes." Then she was practically hyperventilating, pushing back at me with force as I plunged into her. Together we were moving at a new temp. I was pounding her fast and hard and each time she would loudly grunt. This was no longer just sex - this was a true hard core fuck.




The Bitch



The mood I was in I probably should have stayed home that day. Unfortunately, the excursion had been set up for several weeks and a whole bunch of us were going, and I was one of the designated drivers.

I'd much rather have stayed home and had a few quiet drinks on my own rather than go out and party, but it wouldn't have been right to let the others down.

The problem was Mary, a friend of mine. We weren't lovers, past or present, and who could tell where the future was concerned, but she was a good friend. 

I received news that she'd been mugged in the park the previous evening and I went to the hospital to see her. She'd been pretty badly beaten up and would be carrying the marks for weeks.

She told me it wasn't a simple mugging. A couple of lowlifes had jumped her with intent to rape and she'd fought. Apparently she'd scratched one of them up pretty good and he'd retaliated by laying into her. She'd been lucky, after a fashion. A cop heard her screaming and came running, so she didn't actually get raped as well, but it was a near thing.

She was able to give a fairly good description and with the claw marks on them they'll probably be picked up. And I hope they resist arrest and get thumped.

So it's understandable that I was feeling a bit down and a bit angry; not really the right mood to be going to the beach for a party.

But a promise was a promise and I'd made use of designated drivers in the past. It wouldn't have been fair to back out when it was my turn. The others would have understood, but I'd still have felt guilty, so off I went.

There were about twenty of us in the group. We were all in the same age bracket, say twenty plus or minus two years. Some of us were paired up, some of us not, just hanging out together. As with any group there were those I got on well with and some not so well. And of course the odd person here and there that I couldn't stand. 

Diana was one of the ones that I couldn't stand. She was a holier than thou first class bitch, always ready to point the finger and cast blame. None of the blame ever came her way, naturally.

And, although I hated to say it, she was quite lovely. A really nice figure and a tendency to flaunt it. Once she shed her beach coat she proved to be wearing a sensational little yellow bikini that suited her to a tee.

A reasonably pleasant day was had by all. We had water sports and beach ball. Food and drink were available, even if I was restricted to non-alcoholic beverages. I tended to stay quiet and loiter around the edges of the group today, feeling morose.

It was heading towards the evening and the party was starting to wind down when the subject of rape was brought up. I don't know who started the discussion, or why, but it quickly became clear that several of those present had differing ideas about it. 

One girl, for instance, maintained that as soon as a girl says no then that is the end of the matter. To try to continue after that is assault and leads to rape.

Another girl promptly put forward the argument that if a man had to back off as soon as she said no, then she'd never get laid. She liked a man to persuade her.

Diana, of course, had to put forward her opinion that rape was always the woman's fault. She shouldn't have put herself into a position where she was likely to get raped. Alternatively, she was wearing provocative clothes that just yelled for someone to jump her.

I thought of poor Mary, attacked in a public park when all she was doing was walking home. She was wearing her work clothes at the time, and by no stretch of the imagination could they be called provocative.

Diana's comments were not well received by the group in general. Looking at the faces of some of the women I could see real anger. Two of them, according to rumours that I'd heard, had undergone reluctant sexual experiences, to put it in a polite manner. To hear that Diana considered them to be at fault didn't go down well.

I also noticed that Michael was flushed and not looking at anyone in particular. I'd heard a rumour about him and his last girlfriend that I won't repeat, but if true he damn well should blush at the mention of rape.

Things would have been alright if the subject had just been left there, but someone raised Mary's name, pointing out that she'd been attacked on the way home. (Not me. I had enough sense to keep my mouth shut.)

That's when Diana proceeded to get the whole group offside. Mary was a nice young woman, kind and sociable and everyone liked her. 

Without a qualm, Diana started to rip Mary's character to bits. 

Mary should have had more sense than to go walking where people like that hang out. What, a public park in the afternoon with other people around should be considered dangerous?

Mary should have worn less provocative clothes. I've seen her secretary outfit. A nun would wear it and feel perfectly comfortable.

Mary should have just told them no, firmly, and they would have backed off. Really? It's a wonder other people don't just say no to muggers and watch them apologise and walk away.

It was her last shot that made me lose it. Mary, in Diana's opinion, was probably no better than she ought to be and was possibly picking up the men and had the transaction get out of hand. She was insinuating that Mary was a whore who got was coming to her? I was seething. 

I could actually feel anger emanating from the rest of the group. Like I said, everyone liked Mary, apparently with the exception of Diana.

I just quietly rose to my feet and walked over towards where Diana was bending over the drinks container, fishing for a can. Coming up behind her I took hold of her bikini bottoms and had them down around her ankles before she even knew what was happening.

"Gee, Diana," I said, "your outfit is really provocative. You should get rid of it." 

At the same time I reached for the bikini top and pulled loose the bow at her back, letting the top fall forward and freeing her breasts.

"Looking like that, Diana," I continued, "you can't really blame me if I think you're trolling for customers."

A swift movement of my foot slid the drinks container to the side and some pressure behind Diana's knees had them folding and her falling onto all fours.

"You know," I said, "I think I'll accept your kind invitation. It's a while since I've had sex on the beach."

By now I had one hand on her back holding her in position while my other hand was cupping her mound and starting to stroke it. There was dead silence from the others in the group, but Diana finally found her tongue.

"Are you insane," she shrieked. "Let me go at once. How dare you touch me like this? How dare you pull down my pants? Get your stinking hands off me, you rotten swine."

I smacked her bottom. Hard.

"There's no need to be offensive," I pointed out. "If you've changed your mind you only need to say no."

"What do you mean, changed my mind?" she squealed. "I never said anything about sex to you."

"Your attitude said it for you," I told her. "So you haven't changed your mind?"

"No," she yelled. "Get your hands off me." 

"Is that no, you haven't changed your mind or no, you don't want me right now?" I asked, seeking a little clarification.

I continued to massage her pussy, noting in passing that the group seemed to have settled down to watch with interest. I wasn't sure if they expected me to actually take Diana, but I was damn sure a couple of the girls were hoping I would.

"No means that I don't want sex with you, now or ever," gasped poor Diana, trying to wriggle away from my intruding fingers. I say intruding because I'd managed to slip a couple between her lips and was now probing her quite deeply.

"Unfortunately, I haven't changed my mind," I said. "It's your own fault you know, what with the provocative bikini and the way you were wiggling your bottom in the air, drawing everyone's attention to it."

I slipped off my own bathers, idly wondering if anyone would try to stop me. Apparently not, as not a squeak came from the onlookers. I pressed forward, my cock easing in past Diana's lips.

My, didn't she squeal. She tried to pull away but I took hold of her hips and held her steady as I moved in. I didn't rush it, letting her have time to adjust to my entry, but neither did I linger.

Diana was squealing and protesting, pleading for someone to get me off of her, but our audience paid her as much heed as I did. To the sound of one extra loud squeal I drove fully home into her.

Diana knelt there, trembling slightly with my cock right up her. Then I pulled back and paused for a moment.

"You are at times a really rotten bitch," I told her, at the same time giving a sound slap to her bottom before driving back in hard and fast.

Ignoring her protesting scream I drew back again.

"You were deliberately slandering poor Mary while she's in hospital in a critical state," I said, hand coming down hard on her bottom and cock driving in even harder.

There was another scream of protest, again ignored.

I pulled back and paused, and I could see (and feel) Diana's bottom trembling in anticipation of the spank that was coming. I didn't disappoint her, either with spank or thrust.

I continued like this, noticing a subtle change coming over Diana as I proceeded. It seemed to me that she was almost offering her bottom to me for the spank, and she was definitely driving herself back against my cock when I plunged forward.

Her squeals had not stopped but the tone of them had changed. They were no longer screams of fright and pain, but squeals of anticipation and excitement. I could barely credit it but being ravished and spanked was exciting Diana, and I suspected that the knowledge that people were watching was also exciting her.

Eventually I had to knock off the spanking. Her bottom was quite red, but that was not the main reason. Basically it was a case of it being hard to get a good rhythm going if I had to keep interrupting to spank and lecture. 

I reached around and took possession of her breasts and, holding them tightly, I started pounding out a sexual lesson to Diana, driving into her hard and often. The entire time I was doing it she didn't shut up, squealing and bouncing under me, rising to the occasion, you might say, each time I drilled into her.

I drove Diana all the way to a climax, meeting it with one of my own. She sort of sagged to the ground afterwards, still on all fours, bum high, not caring who was looking.

I straightened my clothes and then indicated to a couple of the girls that they should come and help Diana straighten up her things. They did so, their faces completely bland as they helped her tidy up. No-one even mentioned what had taken place.

At least, no-one mentioned it until we were on the way home. I had three passengers, two men and one of the girls. After I'd been driving a while, Jenny spoke up.

"It seemed to me that Diana really got off on being spanked in public. I wonder how she'd react if someone else decided to spank her the next time we meet as a group."

Delicately she didn't mention the rest of what took place.

"It might be interesting to find out," Graeme murmured. "I wouldn't mind spanking her. Among other things."

I didn't contribute to the conversation, concentrating on my driving. So if Diana finds herself bent over someone's knee getting another spanking it has nothing to do with me. I know nothing about the plan for one person to spank her and another to do the consolation afterwards.



The Bitch and the Biker



She stormed into the hotel bar, fuming. Her company had sent her down to Dallas for a conference at the last minute. What no one had taken into account was the big race at the Texas Motor Speedway. Because it was a big race, and a big race always drew out all the dumb rednecks (actually, any race at all drew out all the dumb rednecks), every good, decent, or half-way decent hotel or motel was filled to capacity.

So, now she was stuck in possibly the worst hotel this side of a Mexican slum. Even worse, she had gotten the very last, and quite possibly the very worst, room. The damn thing was a hole in the wall with a tiny, single bed and no bath tub in which to soak her tired and sore body from the incredibly long flight.

She had gone to the bar, hoping for a strong drink and a cigarette. At first she had raged. Texas had gone the same route as so many other states; smoking was no longer allowed in public building. But, for once on this oh so awful trip, something seemed to be going in her favor. As she entered the seedy bar, in this seedy hotel, she saw one man sipping at what appeared to be whiskey and smoking a cigarette.

She pulled up to the bar, lighting up a Clove. The bartender opened his mouth, and by the look in his eyes he was planning on telling her that she was not allowed to smoke. Before she had a chance to protest, and she would have done so, loudly and profanely, the smoking man grunted sharply. The bartender shrugged and took her drink order.

And her disappointment returned with a vengeance. There was no wine, no martinis, none of the fruity drinks she enjoyed. Once again she opened her mouth to rage. But a soft tinkling beside her caught her attention. The rough man was shaking his nearly full glass at the bartender, the ice clinking against the glass, and nodded his head at her.

Before she knew what was going on, the bartender placed a tumbler of amber whiskey on the rocks before her. She took another, closer look at the man beside her. He had long hair, black and unkempt. His face had obviously not seen a razor in weeks. His clothes were road worn and stained. He was, to her narrow minded world view, a dirty biker.

He was, for all intents and purposes, beneath her. And that intrigued her. She was used to men her equal in society, or her betters in the corporate world. She truly enjoyed controlling such powerful men. She tipped her glass in thanks and sipped the rough liquid.

They sat there, at the bar, no words spoken and barely any eye contact made. She debated with herself on whether to take him to bed and decided against it. While he may have been fun for a mere dalliance, in truth she had no desire for any attachments. And no man could ever dally with her without becoming attached.

She thanked the man and departed the bar, heading back to her room. For some reason she could not understand, she had an itch that needed to be scratched. Shaking her head, she resolved to handle the problem before she fell asleep.

She closed the door behind her, or at least attempted to. A hand shot out and forced the door open. She turned, shock, fear and rage all warring within her as the dirty biker pushed his way into the room. He held his finger up to his lips, gesturing for silence.

He gently pushed her back, closing the door behind him. She opened her mouth to speak but something in his eyes silenced her. And completely against her will her itch became a raging fire.

She was used to always being in control, always in charge. Now, here was someone taking that from her and it left her throbbing, aching. She knew that she should resist, knew she should fight. But something in his silent, yet commanding, demeanor promised possible violence.

He never threatened her. There was never a word spoken. There were no untoward gestures. And yet she knew.

He looked meaningfully at her clothing. She nodded, shaking in fear and a pent up desire she never knew she could feel. She slowly began to unbutton her blouse. Soon, she stood before him naked. Her nipples were erect, both from the cold room and from desire.

He pulled her into him, pushing her down to her knees as she came closer. She knew what he wanted and was conflicted. She wanted to scream, to fight, to deny what was happening. Yet, at the same time, she wanted to please this man who had so dominated her without once raising a finger to harm her and without ever speaking a word.

Desire won out. She reached out, her hand shaking, and unzipped his pants. She gasped when he sprung free from his denim confines. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft, stroking him as she licked her lips. With a hunger she had never before experienced, she swallowed him down, taking his full length into her mouth.

He wrapped his fingers through her hair, pulling her in tightly. She moaned in fear around his cock, gagging slightly as he pulled her in with a little more force than necessary. She continued her pressure, dreading and savoring each moment of this encounter.

Suddenly, his breathing changed. His grip tightened on her hair and she knew what was to come. Instead of fearing his pending orgasm, she knew, much to her shame, that she truly desired it. She increased her suction, reaching out and cupping the soft sack below. And then he exploded into her mouth, pulling her tightly into him once more. She struggled to swallow every last drop; suddenly unable to quench a thirst she had never felt before. 

When she had finished every last drop, drained him dry with her mouth, she was stunned, and very excited, when she realized he was still hard. She moaned at the sight and felt shame at her uncontrollable desire. She had been a powerful corporate mover and shaker but now she was merely a wanton slut. And she loved it.

He pushed her to the bed and she eagerly lay back on the raggedy, twin bed. She spread her legs, panting in desire, feeling her shame at such a lascivious display, yet uncaring. He shook his head and gripped her arm, flipping her onto her back. She felt him position himself behind her. He reached down and pulled her arms behind her, pinning them back.

He slid himself into her, forcefully, slamming home in one thrust. She screamed, whether in pain or orgasm she would never know as the orgasm struck mere fractions of a second after the pain did. He pounded into her repeatedly, making her scream as orgasm after orgasm ripped through her. Never before had she been used like this. And she loved it.

As her orgasms began to subside, he withdrew himself and she sighed, content and satisfied in a way she had never before been. The she felt him press his cock against her ass. She shook her head, struggled against his grip. He held her tightly, refusing to let go. Finally, he penetrated her and she moaned.

He pounded into her ass, one hand holding her arms pinned behind her while one reached down and gripped her hair, pulling her into him with each thrust. Suddenly, she came again, screaming loudly. He pounded, again and again. 

Once again, she rode wave after wave of orgasm until she felt him cum. He exploded into her. And one last orgasm tore through her. She screamed herself hoarse and then collapsed, fighting to stay awake and failing.

When she finally regained consciousness, he was gone and she was sore, yet satisfied...



The Bitch and the Jerk



This story is a fiction. It does not relate to any real incidences or real persons. This work contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity. Anyone who may be offended by such contents, or persons forbidden by law or any regulations, should not read, hear, touch, smell, or download this story. Re-distribution, posting, and anything other than personal enjoyment are subject to explicit authorization by the author.

Special thanks to Morgan for editing this story and giving invaluable input.

Chapter 1 - The Plan has Changed

It was late Friday afternoon. I was in the office packing the stuff I needed for a meeting with a client the following week when the intercom buzzed. I was working for a medium size advertising agency in Chicago, Illinois. I had been working there for five years, right after I graduated from ISU. My best friend, my roommate at ISU, and now my boss Nick recruited me to work for the agency. 

It was Nick on the intercom. "James, can you come over for a while? The plan has changed." 

"Damn it!" I mumbled. This wasn't a good sign. Nick was the man who knew me best, better than my parents and better than all my previous girlfriends. I knew him very well too. What he indicated by the change of plan would mean I wouldn't be going to Atlanta as planned. I was supposed to go there for a review meeting with a client. It was going to be a piece of cake for me. The client's budget wasn't huge; they had been very happy with our performance; I knew them well; and we had been maintaining good relationship for a number of years. The secretary of the client's president, Alice, was a hot tease. I almost got into her pants last time. I had been drawing up a plan, which I justly believed that it would work this time. Now this "change of plan" was going to kill all my hopes. 

I went into Nick's office with a mean look. Nick laughed. He knew what I was thinking. There weren't many secrets between him and me. When I first met him at ISU he was a senior and I was a freshman. Since then we had been sharing each other's secrets. I knew almost everything about his life, his wife, and even company information that I wasn't supposed to have. I was his best man when he married his wife two years ago. I never dared to tell her I knew what size of lingerie she wore, how frequent she had sex with Nick, and all the juicy details about their life together. 

"Well, your guess is correct, you're not going to Atlanta." Nick maintained a wily smile. "Dave's going instead." 

I was more than disappointed. Dave was another Account executive in the agency. He was known to be an expert in dealing with hot teases. I could picture Dave riding on the woman I had bought a dozen of condoms for. 

"We may have a crisis with Roger & Wilson. We just know that another advertising agency made a presentation to them this morning. Together with the screw-ups we had earlier this year, this could mean losing a big client. We need someone better to lead the presentation and negotiation in Monday's meeting with them." 

"Fuck!" I muttered. Dave was going to get the beauty and I was going to have the beast. I knew why it was me who was chosen to handle this crisis. I had known Roger Dreyfus, co-founder of this nationwide cosmetic distributor, for most of my life. Roger's dad and my dad had been in the same platoon in the Vietnam War. We had been having strong ties all my life. In fact it was me who got Roger & Wilson for this agency and had been dealing with them until Dave joined the agency 2 years ago. 

"Jennifer will be going with you." Nick added with another wily smile. 

"You've got to be kidding!" I leaned forward in the chair. Jennifer was an assistant art director who joined the agency about six months ago. She was a bitch. Whoever complimented her soft blonde hair, her ocean blue eyes, her firm breast, or her slender legs, would be considered an impetuous jerk to her. I knew that well, I made all those remarks when I first saw her, and since then had been a total jerk as far as she was concerned. She was creatively talented, which could explain her being recruited into her position only 2 years after her graduation. However, whether it was prejudice or difference in views, she had never concurred with me on anything, not once. In meetings we always had the most scorching disputes which were usually ended with her calling me "Jerk". She must have been born to hate me. We just had a hot clash that morning. She almost hurled her folder at my face. 

"I'm not kidding. I'm sorry," Nick winked, "but she did all the artwork of the new proposal and there is nobody who is better than her for the presentation." 

"Damn it, Nick," I howled, "you know she's a bitch. Either she go or I go, but I'm not going with her." 

"James, I know how you feel. I hate to send you there with her. But we're in a crisis. Do you think you can be certain to sure keep Roger & Wilson without presenting this new proposal we've been working on?" 

"Well, I can't guarantee anything. As a matter of fact, I don't care. You can send the bitch there with anyone else. Damn, it's Dave account, not mine. Send Dave; I want to see Alice." 

"Listen, James, Bruce has assigned Roger & Wilson back to you, and has agreed to raise your bonus in the consumer sector by a point. It's your business and your future now. You need to retain Roger & Wilson for the agency and for yourself." 

I dropped back into the chair. What Nick meant was I would be getting at least $10,000 additional bonus if everything went well. Roger & Wilson was a major account for us while Alice's company was a small one. This would also prove to Bruce, CEO of the agency, that I was a valuable asset to him, which would enhance my prospect for promotion. Of course, that was only if things went smoothly. 

Nick saw that I was being swayed. He pushed a thick folder on his desk towards me, on top of the folder were two air ticket envelopes. "Jennifer had some personal stuff to handle and left early, so you are taking both air tickets with you. You'll meet her at O'Hare on Sunday. You guys will be staying at the Hilton Millennium. Study the file and if you have questions, call me at home." 

I sighed. I felt like I was a whore on my way to sell my body and soul. Yet I knew I had no option. I had been working very happily in this agency and it was a great pleasure to work for a boss who knew me, respected me, cared for me, and would fool around with me. I wouldn't quit this job because of that bitch. 

Nick came around the desk and patted me on the shoulder when I was about to leave his office. "Put up with her. It's only a couple days. Maybe it won't be as bad as you think. By the way, they have a cocktail reception in Monday evening, take a good suit with you." 

I sighed again. "Okay. I hope so." I left his office. 

On my way back to my cubicle I almost ran into Mary. Mary was Bruce's secretary. She was a bigmouth, a gossipmonger. She was also the cousin of Roger's secretary Mariah. Obviously she and Mariah were the sources of Nick and Bruce knowing about our rival's activity at Roger & Wilson. Mary gave me a sly smile when she saw me. I sighed. She laughed. 

Chapter 2 - The Trip

I arrived at O'Hare airport at about noon on Sunday. I hated that airport. I couldn't understand why they didn't build it so that the shuttle bus would stop right in front of the check-in area. I already had a couple tennis games that morning and I didn't need more exercises. It seemed like a marathon run before I got to the departure lounge for my flight. 

I saw Jennifer when I approached the check-in counter. She was wearing brown crewneck sleek top and beige stretch pants. Her hair spread softly and smoothly over her shoulder, reminding me of those shampoo commercials. She was around 5'6 and had slender legs which made her look like a Victoria's Secret's model in those pants. She surely knew how to dress herself. If she wasn't such a bitch I would no doubt be attracted to her. 

She was glaring at me with an impatient look. "Can you be more punctual? Do you know our flight leaves at one?" 

"Why worry? Our tickets are confirmed and our seats were selected in advance. I don't see any thing that could go wrong." 

"They better not!" She was still glaring at me when I gave the tickets to the man behind the counter. He gave Jennifer a glance when he took the ticket from my hand. "Your sister?" He asked in a low voice. 

I turned to have a glance at Jennifer too. I couldn't understand why this stupid guy would think we were siblings. We had nothing in common. She was blonde and I had dark brown hair. Her eyes were blue and mine were brown. She was about 3 inches shorter than me but had a much nicer body than mine. The only thing that could suggest Jennifer was my sister would be her looks of hatred that my childhood neighbor's little sister used to give him. But then, I never had a sister in my life. 

"No." 

"Your girlfriend? She's been standing here for more than an hour. Pretty chick!" 

I stared at him and pointed my finger at his computer terminal. "Girlfriend, you've got to be kidding." I murmured to myself. However, I knew why Jennifer was so annoyed now. I hated waiting for people too, especially an hour's wait. But then nobody told me to arrive two hours before the flight, either. I never followed what airlines told me; only idiots did. Well, bitches too. 

When we boarded the plane I found out we would occupy the two seats on the twin-seat side of this MD80. There were more passengers on board than I expected, probably another convention or show fair in New York. 

"Do you want the aisle seat or the window seat?" I turned over and asked Jennifer. 

She was still glaring at me. "Aisle." 

"Okay." I tossed my bag into the rack above us and offered to put hers there. Jennifer shook her head but didn't stop the glare. 

I bent and got into my window seat while she put her baggage into the rack and closed the lid. She moved into her seat without looking at me. 

After the plane took off, I unbuckled the seat belt and got the file out from my briefcase. "Jennifer, I had a look at the new proposal. The ideas and artistic part are great, but the client presentation technique could be improved a bit." I made my points carefully while keeping my eyes on the papers. 

"Bruce said it was great. So did Janna and Nick." Jennifer replied in a flat tone of voice. Janna was the Art Director. 

I had expected that reply. Human would walk on their hands if Jennifer would ever agree with me once. "Look, Roger doesn't like his company having a feminine image although their business is almost totally about women." 

"I had talked to Roger over the phone on the idea. He didn't express any dislike. I don't think you understand it." 

"Listen, Jennifer. Nobody in this agency knows Roger better than I do. I would bet anything on that." I couldn't keep looking at my folder anymore. I turned to look at her. There were flames in her eyes. I cursed Nick big time. 

"You're just prejudiced. Bruce had endorsed the way the presentation is going to be made. We'll do it as planned." Jennifer turned her eyes to the back of the seat in front of her. "I need a nap." She said as she closed her eyes. 

I had a feeling our proposal was going to fail, unless I could accomplish the impossible mission of changing Jennifer's attitude towards me. 

I was still looking at her. So I saw her breast rise and fall as she breathed. Although her crewneck didn't expose anything other than her neck and arm, it was soft knit and showed her curvature well. This was the first time I saw her body at such a close distance. She had nice boobs. I didn't have to take off her bra to know it. I had a lingerie client. I felt blood rushing to a part of my body. Damn! Wrong moment, wrong place, and wrong target. 

"Juice or soda?" The flight attendant asked from the aisle. 

Jennifer opened her eyes; she glanced over and caught me studying her chest. "Jerk!" 

I believed the whole plane must have heard her. The pilot must have reported it to the control tower. I felt my face heating up. There was no excuse. I needed a barrel - may be a whole tank - of soda. "Coke, please." I told the flight attendant who was looking enquiringly look at us. 

"And you, Ma'am?" 

"No, thanks." Jennifer replied to the fright attendant. 

I had put the file back into my briefcase. I sipped the Coke while eating peanuts. I needed more Coke but I knew I had better be quiet. I pretended to enjoy the view from the plane. The bulge had long gone but I felt my bladder filling up. I needed to pee, but I knew I had better stay put. Any movement would constitute an intended rape to Jennifer. It was the worst flight I ever had. 

I didn't even eat the lunch they provided. If I used the fork my elbow might sway over and touch her, and I would be spending time in prison for the crime. She didn't eat, either. She had been napping all the time. I didn't think she was actually sleeping, just avoiding any contact with me. 

I hate my bladder. I didn't drink anything after my first Coke on the plane but it was now demanding some relief. I had to pee. I had to go to the bathroom or I would pee in my pants. 

I carefully declared my need in a tone I considered appropriate, while keeping my eyes outside the plane. "I need to go to the bathroom." 

Jennifer got out of her seat without a word and stepped forward to the seat in front of us. She wasn't really napping. I moved out to the aisle with great care and went to the lavatory. It was indeed a very relieving pee; at least Jennifer wasn't around. I had considered staying in the restroom for the rest of the flight but knew it wouldn't work. 

Jennifer was still standing there when I returned. I huddled back into my seat. She was moving back into her seat when a gorilla-like guy making his way to the back of the plane bumped her. Jennifer fell against me. I instinctively raised my hands trying to hold her when I realized touching her was a capital crime. I lowered my hands and leaned back as much as possible. One of her hands was on the window, another hand on my lap when her cheek met my lips. If this was a kiss, it was the most horrible kiss I ever had. It was also the first time a female had her hand in my lap and I hadn't responded. 

I saw Jennifer's face became bright red. "What are you doing?" She stared at me after she had stabilized herself. 

I had never imagined having my lips on a woman could be such a frightening experience. "I, I'm sorry. I... It was..., was..., was an accident. I did..., didn't..., didn't intend that... that..." 

I was expecting a big slap in the face. But Jennifer just got back into her seat, buckled up, and went to sleep again. 

When I recovered from the dread, I played back the incident in my mind. Jennifer smelled good. She wasn't wearing any perfume, but she must have her hair shampooed that morning. Her fragrance was still in my nostril. My retarded lap was sending delayed signals of Jennifer's hand in it to my brain. I was licking my lips. I felt my dick swelling. I wished there was a button I could use to deflate my dick. If she found it out, I would be busted big time. That two-hour flight seemed to last 20 hours. 

Chapter 3 - The Big Apple

It was almost 5 o'clock when we arrived at the Hilton Millennium. Jennifer had not talked to me since the "kiss". When I asked her if this was her first time in New York she nodded. When I asked her if she had ever seen anyone from Roger & Wilson she shook her head. I started to worry not only the presentation would be a failure, but also if we could make a safe trip back to Chicago. 

We had adjoining rooms. I could see her uneasiness when she learned that. After the bellboy opened her door, I asked her if she wanted to eat something. I was starving to death. She shook her head and walked into her room. I followed her in, tipped the bellboy and told him to leave my room key to me. 

"Jennifer, that was an accident. I didn't mean to do that. I'm sorry. I apologize." 

"It's okay. I know it was an accident." She spoke for the first time in two hours, but She wasn't looking at me. 

"Thanks, Jennifer. I'm starving now. I bet you are too. Do you want to get something to eat?" 

"No, thanks. Please just leave me alone." 

"Okay. Call me if you need anything." 

I went into my room, but I didn't go to eat. I lay on the bed. I ran through my mind to try figuring out what was wrong; what made this trip so lousy? What made Jennifer felt so bad? I couldn't come up with any clues. I just stared at the ceiling. 

The "kiss" incident started to replay in my mind again. I had the bulge again. I realized why I couldn't get into Alice's pants - my dick wouldn't react to the right circumstances at the right moments. I tried to think about the possible failure of the presentation and my dick grew harder. I tried to think about me having to quit the job because of this bitch and my dick was a steel shaft making a huge tent in my pants. 

I went into the bathroom and jerked off. I smelled Jennifer and felt her hand on my lap when I was doing it. It didn't take long before I was finished. I felt guilty. She was a bitch and I shouldn't be thinking of her while jerking off. 

I went back to the room and lay down. I fell asleep. 

My empty stomach woke me up. I looked at my watch. It was almost 8 o'clock, which meant it was 9 o'clock in New York. I hadn't had any anything, except the pack of peanuts on the plane, for more than 10 hours. I got up, hesitated for a while, and called Jennifer's room. After a long wait, she answered the phone. 

"Jennifer, I need something to eat, and so do you." 

"I'm not hungry." 

"Jennifer, would you mind doing me a favor?" I asked. 

"Go ahead." 

"I need to eat, and I need to discuss the details of the presentation with you. I don't want to screw up your presentation." I entreated. 

A long pause. 

"Okay, but let me use the bathroom first." 

I waited outside her door for what seemed like 12 hours. She came out carrying her big artwork folder. She was still wearing the same dress she had worn on the plane earlier. 

"I know a fine Italian restaurant nearby." 

"I don't want to go out. I'm pretty tired and I hope we can get things done fast." 

"Okay." I said and pressed the button for the elevator. 

I finished my double order of steak sandwich in the coffee shop while she watched from across the table. Jennifer only had a salad. She obviously wasn't in a mood to eat. 

I asked the waitress to remove everything except the coffee. I then laid my folder on the table. I flipped to the middle of it and pointed at some storyboard illustrations. 

I looked at her while Jennifer was gazing at the pictures. "Jennifer, I hate to admit this, but the idea you're presenting here is great. I know Roger's going to like it, and so will the TV audience and magazine readers." 

"I don't believe you're sincere." 

"Why not?" 

"You never are." 

"Jennifer, listen. This presentation to Roger & Wilson is not only your baby, it is something important for me as well. I'm handling their account now, not Dave. The success of retaining them is going to mean prospect and big bucks for me." I saw that she was still staring at her works. 

"Jennifer, look at me!" 

She raised her head and looked at me. Her face displayed no emotion. 

"I know you don't like me. I don't think I like you either. But we're in the same boat and we need to work together. You are talented in creativity and artistic design..." 

"No, I'm not." 

"Why?" 

"You don't." 

"What?" 

"You've never accepted my work. You never did, and you never will. You're biased." 

"What makes you think so?" 

"You say it all the time. You always criticized at whatever I come up with." 




The Bitch and the Jerk



"Jennifer, I always like your designs." 

"You don't." 

"I do!" 

"You don't." 

I leaned back all the way to the back of my chair and almost fell over. I leaned forward again and put my arms on the table, then looked into her eyes. "Jennifer, I like your designs, all of them... Well, to be honest, most of them." 

Jennifer was studying my eyes, apparently trying to decipher the expressions in my eyes to see if I was lying. She didn't say a word. 

"But you know what?" I continued. 

"What?" 

"You're talented but you're young. There're a lot of things you have to consider besides the arts, ideas and designs." 

"I'm not young." 

"Yes, you are. You only graduated two years ago." 

Jennifer looked into my eyes. "How old do you think I am?" 

"Twenty-four?" 

"How old are you?" 

"Thirty. I served in the Navy before college." 

"I'm twenty-eight. I'm not much younger than you." 

"Oh. You were enlisted too?" 

"No. What were the other factors you were talking about?" 

"Okay. Let me take Roger as an example. Do you know it was me who got Roger & Wilson in?" 

"Yes." 

"Do you think it's because I was talented or smart?" 

"You're smart." 

I was taken by surprise. This woman said I was smart? I hope she didn't mean smartness was a quality for jerks. "Nope." 

"Yes." 

I laughed. And for the first time in my life I saw Jennifer smiled. She certainly knew how to smile. I felt sore, except my damn dick, which was starting to swell. I was glad I wasn't wearing jeans. 

I shifted a bit. "Okay. I've known Roger Dreyfus for more than 25 years. He was practically my big brother." 

"Really?" Jennifer widened her eyes. 

"Roger & Wilson was still a small enterprise in Ohio when I joined this agency. I called up Roger and I got his contract. No proposal, no presentation. That's why they sent me here now." 

"I see." 

"But things are different now. They are now a prominent player in the business and they can't afford losing the game. I may be influential but I can't turn the tide if our plan sucks." 

"You think our plan sucks?" 

"Nope. In fact it is a marvelous one, except some details which I am sure will bother Roger." 

She looked at me with an enquiring expression. Gosh, she was beautiful when she didn't show hostility. I felt my dick starting to drill a hole in the table. I turned over and asked the waitress for a glass of ice water. 

"So what are the bugs?" 

I poured the whole glass of ice water into my throat in a gulp. I hoped it would work. If Jennifer was not watching me, I would have poured it into my pants instead. I knew that would work better. 

It was a new experience for me. I had never been so aroused while talking business. I wondered if I had mistakenly taken Viagra instead of a Tic-Tac. Jennifer moved from across the table to the seat on my right. Her head was only few inches from mine when we went through the details in the proposal. Her fragrance made me thirsty. I must have consumed eight glasses of ice water by the time I finished. To my amazement she had concurred with me on the business parts of the proposal. Maybe she wasn't as much a bitch as I thought. 

"I'll have to retype it." She said after we changed some of the details in her proposal. "Let's go to your room and fix them." 

"Why my room?" 

"Because you have the computer." 

"What computer?" 

Her eyes were the size of golf ball now. "Don't you have the notebook computer with you?" 

"I don't. I never carry a computer." 

"Didn't Dave give it to you?" 

"Nope. Nothing from Dave." 

"Fuck!" 

My dick responded to her four-letter word with four strokes in my pants. If she continued to say that word I would for sure make a big mess underneath the table. 

"They have a business center here. I think we can even log on to our computer to retrieve the file." 

"Okay, let's go now." Jennifer stood up. 

"Wait, let me get these papers back to my briefcase." I rearranged every piece of paper in the folder to give me time, in fact, time for my dick to return to its normal state. 

We worked in the business center until two o'clock in the morning. It was a torture for me. I was sitting next to her while she worked on the computer. I had the folder on my lap to hide my everlasting hard-on. By the time she finished printing everything we needed for the next morning's meeting, my dick was aching from prolonged swelling. 

I said good night to her outside her room. She gave me a smile before closing her door. I went into my room and rushed into the bathroom. Jennifer was smiling in the mirror while I was stoking myself. The whole bathroom was filled with her shampoo scent. I was not sure if it was the first time that I got multiple orgasms from jerking off. I did, however, have multiple guilty feelings when I went to bed. 

Chapter 4 - The Presentation

Roger Dreyfus had gained some weight since I last saw him a year earlier. So had Wilson Smith, the other co-founder of the business. 

"James! I'm so glad to see you again." Roger gave me a big hug.

"Me too, Roger. You need some exercises." I laughed when I said it. 

I shook hands with Wilson and then introduced Jennifer to them. I could feel uneasiness and even signs of dislike on Jennifer's face when she saw Wilson paying attention to her face and body. Roger was married to a former model but Wilson was single. I couldn't blame Wilson. Jennifer was wearing a black notch lapel jacket and black poly crepe sheath that came down to 3 inches above her knees. I wondered why I had never paid any attention to Jennifer in the office, except the time she was introduced to me on her first day of work. 

"We're having a cocktail reception this evening at the Four Seasons Pierre. It starts at seven. Bring Jennifer with you." Roger instructed me as Mariah joined us. We headed for the meeting room. 

The presentation was great. I knew I did my part pretty well. I knew what these people wanted and opposed. I didn't have to worry about Roger. If our package was comparable, he would award us the renewal without hesitation. I also knew Wilson would never challenge Roger in this area. Roger dealt with marketing and had contributed more than anyone else to the success of this company. 

Jennifer did her part even better. She even smiled during her presentation, something I had never seen in our previous meetings. I could see Roger nodding. I knew he liked Jennifer's ideas. He asked Jennifer some questions and smiled at me when Jennifer answered in the way I told her. I could see from the corner of my eyes that Jennifer glanced at me after she gave Roger the replies. Wilson didn't ask any questions. He was studying Jennifer all the time. I knew he had the same bulge I had. Two hours into the presentation meeting and I knew we were going to get the renewal. I was flattered. 

After the meeting Roger told us that he would meet with his colleagues and would let us know of their decision. He then leaned forward and whispered to me, "The contract will be sent out on Thursday. Go buy Jennifer some nice gifts. She's good... very good." 

When we were back on the street I complimented Jennifer, "You did a fabulous job. I'm glad I have you here." 

"Thank you." She smiled. "But we still have to see." 

"We've got the contract." 

"We do?" 

"Roger told me." 

"He did? I thought he said he would let us know." 

I laughed. "He told me the contract would be sent out on Thursday. You see, things aren't always what they seem like." 

Jennifer laughed too. "When did he say that? And what else?" 

She noticed I wasn't responding and turned around to see me staring at her. "What's the matter?" 

"Do you know you are just strikingly beautiful when you laugh?" 

Jennifer blushed. "Thank you. But I'd rather not." 

"Why?" 

"Maybe I will tell you sometime." Jennifer said after a pause. She was looking at her shoes. "What else did he say?" 

"He said you were good, very good." I said. "Roger rarely gives compliments. If he meant your presentation was good, then you were outstanding. If he meant you were nice looking, then you were gorgeous. His wife is one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen." I added. 

"Which one did he imply?" 

"Both, he said 'good' twice." I grinned at her. 

She laughed again and glanced me out of the corner of her eyes. I had a strange feeling that I couldn't pin down. I was starting to worry that I might begin to like this bitch. 

"I'm hungry. Do you mind joining me for lunch?" I asked. 

"Where?" 

"What about Italian?" 

"Fine for me. The one you suggested last night?" 

"Nope, I know another one nearby." 

"Seems you know New York pretty well." 

"Since Roger & Wilson moved to New York three and a half years ago, whenever I came here, I took a vacation. Melissa and Roger would show me around. Melissa is part Italian." 

"His wife?" 

"Yep. Well to be exact, she was his girlfriend. They got married last year." 

When I was sipping my coffee after the meal, I asked Jennifer. "Do you want to see the Statue of Liberty? We have the whole afternoon open." 

"You've never been there?" She asked. 

"I have; but you haven't." 

Jennifer thought for a moment. "Okay, but I want to drop the material in my room first." 

"Sure, I haven't seen anyone there with a briefcase myself." 

When we were in the hallway outside her room, she said, "I think I might as well change into more casual clothes." 

"Good idea. I'll do the same." 

She came out of her room in the dress she was wearing the day before. Before she closed the door I saw something like a dress hanging outside the wardrobe. "What's that? I pointed inside." 

"Oh, that's my dress for this evening. Bruce had told me they were having a cocktail party." 

I peeked inside. Jennifer snickered. "Want to take a look?" She opened the door wide. 

It was a drapery knit matte jersey shirtdress. "You're going to look great." 

Jennifer smiled, closed the door and headed towards the elevator lobby. 

When we returned to the hotel it was a little past five o'clock. "Jennifer, I will knock on your door at six-thirty. I need to do a little shopping." 

Jennifer nodded. "Okay, see you later." She smiled and walked into the hotel lobby. Her smile reinforced my determination to do something stupid. 

When I got back to my room it was almost a quarter after six. I took a shower real fast and changed into my black suit. I got everything ready and went out to knock on her door. 

"Oh, my goodness! You look better than I expected." I couldn't hold back my praise when she opened the door. 

"Thank you. You look good too, except your tie." Jennifer smiled. 

I looked down at myself. I was wearing a dark green tie with some neon-green design that I wore to the meeting that morning. It was a gift from an ex-girlfriend. I saw nothing wrong with it. It was one of my best ties. 

"Jennifer, may I come in?" 

"Sure." She pulled open the door and stepped back. I thought she would at least hesitate but she didn't. 

I went inside. "Jennifer, I hmm, I have something for you. I think it will look nice on you." I reached into my pocket and took out a necklace with a pendant. 

Jennifer studied the necklace for a moment. It was a 14k gold wheat necklace with a shinning stone pendant. "Where did you get it?" She asked. 

"Sears is having a sale. I saw it while looking for something for myself. It's some gemstone on the pendant but it looks like a diamond. Isn't it nice?" 

"How much is it?" 

"Well, it's on sale, only $199." 

"I can't take it." 

"Why not? Is it terrible?" 

"No, it's beautiful. But I can't accept an expensive gift from you." 

"Look, Jennifer. You've helped me earned more than ten thousand dollars. This is nothing." I raised my voice. "Now turn around so I can put it on for you." 

Jennifer hesitated. She looked at the jewelry in my hand and looked at me. She looked at the necklace again. I saw her eyelashes fluttering. She turned around. 

I put the necklace on her neck. Her skin was smooth as silk. I didn't know what perfume she was wearing. Her fragrance drove me nuts. I had to keep going through the multiplication table in my mind to keep myself from bulging. 

Jennifer went over to the mirror and looked at the necklace on her. "It's really beautiful. Thank you." 

"You're welcome. You look great wearing it." 

She smiled at me, and then opened her handbag. "Do you know you have an awful taste in clothing? Your tie is more a napkin than a tie." 

I look down at myself again. I never had a napkin on me so I didn't know how much it looked like a napkin. I raised my head and saw her holding a tie-envelop in her hand. She pulled a tie out and toss the envelop into the litter bin. "Put this on. It will look great on you." 

I took the tie. It was a brown and black silk-jacquard tie with a tweedy pattern. I flipped it over and noticed it was an Yves Saint Laurent tie. 

"How much is this?" 

"Much less than the necklace. Put it on" 

I went over to the mirror and replaced the tie. 

"You look decent now." Jennifer smiled. 

I was confused. To tell the truth I didn't know why I bought Jennifer the necklace. This tie she bought me added more bewilderment to my mind. It didn't make sense. 

"Why did you buy me the tie?" 

"Why did you buy me the necklace?" 

"I thought it would look great on you." 

"I thought your tie was ugly." 

We both laughed. 

Chapter 5 - The Cocktail

When we arrived at the Four Seasons Pierre function room where the Roger & Wilson cocktail reception was held, there were already at least 200 people there. I saw Roger and Melissa. Roger gave me a hug, so did Melissa. 

"Melissa, you're drop-dead gorgeous!" 

Melissa giggled. "Thank you, James. You look great too. Nice tie you're wearing. It's much better than those napkins you usually wear." 

I glanced at Jennifer and saw her snickering happily. I introduced her to Melissa. 

"You're beautiful, Jennifer. Oh, this necklace is dazzling!" 

"Thank you. You're gorgeous. James bought the necklace." 

I saw Roger giving me an endorsing wink. 

Melissa waved a woman to come over. "Maggie, meet Jennifer and James. They're from Roger's advertising agency. James' also Roger's long time buddy." 

Melissa turned to us. "Meet my sister Maggie. She just moved to the Big Apple last year." 

"Nice meeting you, James." Maggie shook our hands. "Nice meeting you, Jennifer. Wow! This necklace looks so beautiful on you." 

"Nice meeting you, Maggie. Thanks you," Jennifer added, "James got it at Sears. The pendant is some gemstone." 

Maggie looked at me with an astonished expression. "Sears?" 

"Yeah, ah... What do you do, Maggie?" 

"I'm a jewelry designer." 

"Shit!" I said to myself. 

"Why are you so surprised?" Jennifer asked Maggie. 

"Because Sears don't sell Tiffany Collections." 

"What are Tiffany Collections?" 

"Well, I think we need a drink." I nudged Jennifer's elbow. 

"Honey, the necklace you're wearing is a Tiffany Collection, and it's a diamond pendant. Tiffany only uses diamond, not even ruby or sapphire, and never other gemstones." Maggie replied. 

"How can you tell?" Jennifer glanced at me and turned to Maggie. 

"I'll go get some snacks." I said and sneaked away. I wanted to go to the airport at once and get back home. 

I was hanging around at the bar when someone pinched me at my back. It was Jennifer. 

"How much is it?" 

"What?" 

"The necklace. You liar!" 

"Look, Jennifer. Maggie could have made a mistake." 

"She works for Tiffany." 

I knew I shouldn't have come to this party. I knew I shouldn't have bought Jennifer that jewelry. I knew I shouldn't have come to New York. 

"How much?" Jennifer took a small step toward me. She was so close to me her breast was almost against my chest. She looked right into my eyes. I looked at my shoes. 

I turned around and saw my life saver. Wilson was coming towards us. I lowered my voice. "Let's talk about this later, okay? I promise." 

Jennifer saw Wilson, too. I was safe for the moment. Jennifer smiled a lot at the party, except when she looked at me. I never enjoyed being in cocktail parties, but this one was the worst. 

At about nine o'clock Jennifer talked to me first time since asking her question. "I think we'd better go. I'm tired." 

"Okay, let's go find Roger first." We started looking for Roger and Melissa. 

"You really have to go now?" Melissa asked. 

"Yes, I really enjoy it here. But I stayed up late last night working and I'm pretty tired." Jennifer said. 

"All right. Take care honey. Do come more frequently. I'll show you around." Melissa gave Jennifer and me a hug. Roger did the same. 

"Hey, Mariah is leaving too. She can give you guys a ride," Roger said as Mariah showed up from behind. 

"We can take a cab," I said. 

"Where are you guys staying?" Mariah asked. 

"Hilton Millennium," I replied. 

"Well that's on my way. I'll give you guys a ride," Mariah said. 

As soon as we got out of Mariah's car in front of the hotel, Jennifer repeated her question. "How much?" 

"It's nothing." 

"How much?" 

"I got a good deal. It was on sale." 

"How much?" 

"Two thousand." 

I reached out my hands to stop Jennifer. She was trying to take the necklace off her neck. 

"Get your fucking hands off me!" 

I didn't release her hands. "Jennifer, listen! I know it is stupid. I don't even know why I bought it. But I knew it would look great on you, and you deserve it." 

"What do you want from me?" 

"What do you mean? I told you already. You helped me made a significant amount of money. I get a great bonus from your outstanding presentation. It's my expression of appreciation." 

"I was just doing my job. I was paid to do it. I don't need anything else, especially not a two thousand dollar 'appreciation'." 

I didn't know what to say. I saw her eyes getting wet. She tried to get away from my hands. 

"Jennifer," I hold her arms, "whatever it was that made me do that stupid thing buying you the necklace, you deserve it." 

"Why did you lie?" 

"If I told you I bought you a two thousand dollar necklace, would you have accepted it?" 

"No." 

"You did when you thought it was two hundred." 

"I shouldn't have." 

"Jennifer, I had some girlfriends in the past. Whenever I bought them gifts that cost a few hundred bucks I had to think it for a while. But I had no hesitation when I bought you this necklace. I just thought you deserved it." 

"I'm not your girlfriend." 

"I know. I was just saying that you deserve it." 

"And you lied." 

"I'm sorry for that, Jennifer. I feel like hell." 

"Of course you do, your lie was uncovered." 

"I know. It was the shittiest cocktail party I've ever been to." 

Jennifer laughed. I felt relieved. "Keep the necklace as if it were a two hundred buck one, okay?" 

Jennifer hesitated, then said softly, "I'll think about it." She was looking at her shoes. 

"Let's get inside. We are providing a free show for the pedestrians." 

Chapter 6 - The Revelation

We were in the elevator when Jennifer asked, "Why did you go to Tiffany?" 

"I don't know. I was just browsing around. I wanted to get you a nice piece of jewelry. I wanted you to look nice in the party." 

"Why did you want me to look nice?" 

"I just thought you should. I know I'm stupid." 

Jennifer didn't say anything. 

"Roger told me to buy you some gift." 

"Why would Roger tell you that?" 

"I don't know. I'll call him to find out." 

"You do whatever he tells you to do?" 

"Nope, not always. I wanted to buy you something anyway." 

"Why?" 

"I don't know. Why did you buy me this tie?" 

"Because your tie was ugly." 





The Bitch and the Jerk



"Lots of people's ties are ugly." I said as we stopped outside our rooms. 

"Because you gave me a lesson on the presentation and the business. It was my appreciation." 

"I did that for my own benefit." 

"But it also benefits me, a great deal." 

"I'm glad you appreciate it." 

"I always do." 

"Huh?" 

"You're smart in dealing with clients. You always gave me insights in our meetings." 

"I thought you hate me." 

"I do." 

I was confused. 

"I hate it when guys judge me by my appearance. I remember what you said when you first saw me." 

"I remember it too. They were compliments." I said, "Why?" 

"Why what?" 

"Why do you hate it when guys compliment your look?" 

Jennifer opened her door, turned on the light, and went inside. "Come in." 

I hesitated a bit and followed. I closed the door behind me. 

"Take a seat." Jennifer pointed to a chair as she sat in the other one. 

I sat down, wondering what she was about to say. 

"I got used to being the center of attention when I was in school. I was very active. I had tons of boyfriends. I got to pick the best-looking guys. It turned out they were all jerks. 

"I got married at the age of seventeen; to a guy I thought he was real great. A year later I caught him in our bed with a redhead. Know what he said afterwards?" 

"What did he say?" I asked. 

"He said I was still the best blonde he ever had." 

"Damn it. Sorry to know." 

"It's okay. It's the past. A few months after my first divorce I got married again. Six months later I caught my hubby in our bed with another woman. Guess what color of hair this time?" 

"Brunette?" 

"Blonde. He said he was extremely into blonde because blondes were the best fucks." 

"I'm sorry to hear that. What happened afterwards?" 

"I got divorced again. I was a disgrace to my family. I moved out, worked as a waitress. I dyed my hair dark brown and wore ugly plain-sight glasses to reduce the harassments I got. I went to junior college in the evening; got my Associate Degree; then finished my Bachelor Degree. I completed them in six years with an average five hours of sleep at night." 

"I'm proud of you. It's real hard and needs a great deal of determination and endurance." 

"Thank you." Tears started flowing from her eyes. I had an urge to go over and kiss the tears off her face. Instead I passed her the box of tissues from the dressing table. 

"It's nice that you did it. You're a creative talent. It would be a waste for you to stay home or to serve dishes." 

Jennifer laughed. Her shirtdress was buttoned down the front. She didn't loose any button but when she sat with her legs crossed large portions of her slender legs were exposed to me. Together with her laughter and smiles I just couldn't help my hard-on. I knew I was going to jerk-off again real hard that night. I crossed my legs to hide my discomfort. 

"But know what?" Jennifer asked. 

"What?" 

"I still can't get away from this appearance prejudice." She continued. "People always, and yes, always, judge me by my appearance. I don't dye my hair anymore, I have enough confidence and I know I worth more than a brainless blonde." 

"I saw the way Wilson looked at you this morning." 

Jennifer laughed. "He was disgusting. Do you know half of the guys in the our agency want to get into my pants?" 

"You're kidding." 

"No, believe me." 

"Including Dave?" 

"Of course." 

"Nick?" 

"Not yet." 

I couldn't hold my laughter. "James?" 

Jennifer laughed. "Do you?" She turned to look at her hands but glanced at me over the corner of her eyes. 

"I do." I was representing my dick. 

"You don't, unless you have a crush on bitches." 

I didn't know how she found out she was a bitch to me, but I knew I was into bitches now. "I have a crush on a bitch," I told myself. 

"So you never have a boyfriend since your divorce?" 

"No, I had no time, and I needed time to get over them and restore my self-confidence." 

"I understand that. You've been doing well." 

"You know why I like you?" Jennifer asked after a pause, looking down at her hands again. 

My mouth dropped open. "You kidding?" I asked carefully. "You hate me." 

"Both." Jennifer blushed. "I hate you for your compliments when you first saw me. I hate you for calling me a bitch and let the entire office know it." 

"I'm sorry. I'll renounce it." 

Jennifer laughed again. "I hate myself too, because I knew I like you." She was still looking at her hands. "I like you for several reasons. You taught me a lot at the office. You did it the harsh way; you made me cry in the bathroom; but every time I talked to you I learned something. You didn't do it because you wanted anything from me. You're also a caring guy, to beauty and to bitches. Remember what you said when we were in Nick's office discussing the donut-chain proposal?" 

"Nope, I don't. When was it and what did I say?" 

"You called me an idiot. No man had called me an idiot before, not until after they had fucked me." 

"I'm sorry for that. Sometimes I have a temper." I moved my eyes away from her legs and looked at the vase on the tea table. I knew I would want to fuck her if I kept on watching her legs. 

"I bawled in the bathroom after that. But despite you calling me an idiot you also reminded me to watch out for that womanizer operations guy that I would be meeting. You cared for a bitch you hated." 

"Oh." I murmured. I had no memory of saying that. I started to wonder if I had ever really hated her. 

"You'd have managed to take me to the meal last night even if you didn't need to talk about the proposal with me, right?" 

"I... um... I don't know. Why do you think so?" 

"Because of your tone. You forget I had substantial experience with guys." Jennifer moved her attention from her hands to my eyes. "I knew you cared for me, even though I was a bitch to you. 

"And you bought me this two thousand dollar necklace without knowing why you did it. You even told me it was a two hundred dollar one. Guys who bought me gifts always inflated the price of the gifts." Jennifer was handling her necklace. "Have you ever bought a woman something like this?" 

I went through my mind for gifts I had bought for others in the past. I didn't think I had bought anyone anything more than two hundred dollars. I still couldn't believe I spent two thousand dollars on this necklace. I shook my head. "I thought you were angry when you knew it was two thousand." 

"I was. I hate people lying to me. But you bought me something you wouldn't even do for your girlfriends." 

I didn't know what to say. I realized I was looking at her exposed legs again. I knew I needed to leave but I couldn't stand up with my obvious bulge. 

Jennifer stood up. She came over to me and took my hand. She pulled my hands to get me stand up. I stood up and tried to bend to hide my bulge but I couldn't. I would be kissing her if I lean forward. Jennifer looked into my eyes. Her wet crystal ocean blue eyes were only a few inches from mine. I wanted to kiss her. 

Jennifer wrapped her hands around my neck and pressed her lips onto mine. Her lips were softer than cotton and warmer than my heart. It was just a soft touch. She moved back a bit and whispered. "Do you like a bitch?" 

"Yeah, I am into a bitch." I didn't know what I was saying. I wrap my hands around her waist. I didn't know what I was doing. 

Jennifer leaned forward. Her soft breast pressed firmly on my chest. Her warm body came in contact with my bulge. "I can feel it." She whispered and closed her eyes. 

Next thing I knew I was kissing her. Our lips touched, parted, and touched. My lips moved from her upper lips to her lower lips. My tongue probed in between her lips. I licked her teeth and felt a wet soft tongue meeting mine. Our tongues danced together. She caressed my shoulder and twined my hair with her fingers. She massaged my body with her breast and legs. I never had a more passionate or exotic kiss in my life. 

I caressed her. I moved a hand to her shoulder. I could feel the softness of her body beneath the fabric. I played with her bra strap. I lowered my other hand and slide it down to her butt. I cupped her ass cheek and stroked it. I pressed on her ass pulling her closer to my bulge. 

Jennifer moaned lightly into my throat. She moved back a bit. I was wondering if I did something wrong. She looked at me, her hands still around my neck. "The buttons are on the front." 

I wasn't an idiot, not at that moment. I moved my hands to her front and started to unbutton her dress. I had some problem doing it as my hands were trembling. Jennifer was wearing a black seamless deep-V bra with front closure. One-third of her breasts were exposed from the bra coverage, making a strong and intriguing contrast between her fair skin and the dark lingerie. I gulped when I put a hand on her bra. Jennifer quivered slightly when I touched her semi-covered breast, "Buttons first." She whispered after taking a deep breath. 

I did as commanded. When the buttons were all free, she lowered her hands to her side and jiggled. The dress slid onto the floor. Her black cotton bikini panties came into view. I gulped again and undid her bra. She jiggled again and her bra fell onto the carpet behind her. I grunted involuntarily at the sight of her bare breast in front of me. My first impression on her, which made me a jerk into her eyes, was totally correct. Jennifer had firm nice tits. They were not big, but nicely shaped. Gravity didn't have much effect on them. Her nipples were stiff and erected. The necklace and shinning diamond pendant on her naked chest made it even more intriguing. I felt my dick was swelling to a size it had never before achieved. 

"Like what you see?" Jennifer asked teasingly in an alluring low voice. 

I nodded. "You're a goddess." 

"Thank you." Jennifer smiled and ran her hands behind me again. We kissed and fondled each other. We caressed each other. We stroked each other. After a while she pushed me away and started to pull my jacket off and unbuttoned my shirt. She pulled the tie from my collar and unbuckled my belt. I helped her undressing myself until I was only in my jockey brief. 

Jennifer giggled as she saw a huge wet stain on my brief. She ran her fingers from the tip of my cock down through the fabric. She was sending a huge amount of electricity into my dick. I groaned. "Like this?" Jennifer asked while watching her fingers fondling my dick. 

"Yeah. I died and went to heaven." I groaned. I was afraid I would shoot in my brief. 

Jennifer smiled. She carefully removed my brief from my hip. "Get on the bed." She instructed me. 

I wiggled my legs to get rid of my brief. I stepped over and sat on the bed. Jennifer came over and sat beside me. "Lie down." She said softly. I wish I had a recorder with me. I wanted to hear those words in her sexy voice over and over. I lay on my back and Jennifer took my hot rod in her hands. She fondled it and occasionally played with my balls. She was watching me the whole time. I was watching her. I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to fondle her boobs. I wanted to melt into her. 

Jennifer bent and kissed on the tip of my dick. I quivered. My dick reacted to the kiss with a strong bounce. Jennifer giggled and licked my dick, starting from the tip running down the shaft while gently squeezing my balls. I felt her warm wet lips wrapping around the tip of my cock. I groaned louder. I felt her soft hair tickling every inch of my skin around my pelvis. I felt her hot lips engulfing my dick. Jennifer started to move up and down my shaft, sending waves of thrill through my cock to my brain. I knew it wouldn't take long. I was groaning hard when I touched her head and exclaimed, "I'm coming." Before Jennifer had a chance to react I was shooting a huge load into her mouth. I almost passed out. Jennifer slowly let go of my deflating cock when my ejaculation ended. She got up, smiled at me, and went into the bathroom. She came back a little while later with a towel in her hand. She wiped me clean with the warm damp towel and then snuggled beside me. We kissed while fondling each other. 

Jennifer broke the kiss, "How long since your last time?" She played with my deflated tool. "You almost shot your load into my stomach." She giggled. 

"About two years. Since I broke off with my ex-girlfriend. You?" 

Jennifer giggled again. "No wonder you came fast and hard, you poor boy." She massaged my balls. "I haven't had sex since my last divorce." 

"I am sorry. I couldn't control it." I played with her nipples, "You missed it longer than I did." 

"Why sorry? You'll perform better the second time." Jennifer smiled, "Well, I got something at home in case I have the need." She blushed. 

"I love seeing you blush. In fact I love seeing you everything." 

Jennifer gave me a poke in my chest. "I love seeing you hide your face too. You looked so cute." 

I laughed and turned to her. I knew I was in trouble now. I want this woman, whether a bitch or an angel. I didn't care; I wanted her. I sat up and looked at her. Jennifer was looking at me. She was happy. I could feel it. I kissed her and made my way down her neck and to her chest. I cupped her breasts and fondled her stiff nipples while running my tongue all over her breasts. She started to moan. I loved hearing her moan. I sucked her nipple and ran my hands all over her. She moaned louder. I moved my tongue down to licked every inch of her skin. I stuck my tongue into her belly button. She spread her hands and grasped the sheet tight. I ran my tongue around her pelvis. Jennifer was trembling. 

I slid my hands under the rim of her panties and slowly pushed them down her hip. Jennifer raised them. I pushed them further down her legs. When her panties were below her knees she wiggled her legs and kicked them off. 

Jennifer was a real blonde. I never had any preference on hair color but it looked so pretty on her. She didn't shave but her bushes looked very sexy. I knew my cock was three times the size of a baseball bat now. I enjoyed the view below while bringing back a hand to her breast and put the other hand on her bushes and caressed. I moved my hands further down. Jennifer spread her legs. I moved my hand over her pussy and felt the stream flooding. She moaned loudly. 

"You're very wet." I turned my eyes to her face. 

"I am. I've been wet many times today, in fact yesterday too. I was even wet after you had your lips on me on the plane." 

I was astonished. "I didn't know that." 

"Of course you didn't. You're an idiot." 

"Damn it," I thought. I was jerking off hard the day before without knowing my bitch needed a man. "I'll make up for it." I smiled to Jennifer and moved my head down. 

"You'd better." She smiled while spreading wider. 

I moved my head between her thighs and kissed her on her pussy. Jennifer arched her back and raised her knees. "Ah-o-ah!" She moaned. Her aroma was very strong. It filled up my nostril completely. Her lips were swollen and her juice was oozing out. I suck her slit and stuck my tongue inside. 

"Ohhhhhh!" Jennifer cried out loud. She pulled my head tighter against her body. I stuck my tongue all the way into her pussy. I felt her hands gasping my hair, pulling and pushing. I withdrew my tongue and lapped around her lips. I moved up through her coarse hair and found her clit, swollen and rigid. I ran my tongue around it. I felt her pelvis shaking. I enclosed her clit with my lips and push a finger into her slit. Jennifer reacted by grasping my finger with her pussy muscles. I thrust my finger in and out of her tunnel. She shoved her hips up and down meeting my thrusts. I kept on enjoying her sweetness while her motions became more vigorous. I added a touch to her clit with my tongue while sucking it. Jennifer was trembling all over. I felt waves after waves of contractions engulfing my finger inside her when she arched her hip high into my face. She was silent. I stopped my movements and waited for her. After a while she lowered her hip to the bed, gave out a long sigh. I slowly ran my finger in circular motions inside her and lick around her clit softly for a few moments before moving up to her face. 

Tears were flowing out from Jennifer's eyes. I bent down to lick them off her face. She pulled me towards her lips and kissed me vigorously and madly. 

Jennifer held my cheek in her hands after the kiss and looked into my eyes. Her eyes were filled with joy and passion. "Do you know that nobody had ever made me come the first time I have sex with him? You're the first guy. You made me come like I never had climax before." 

"I'm glad I can bring joy to you. This is the most passionate sex I ever had." I looked at her. I had never seen such a pretty face before, ever. 

"I thought I liked you, James. I was wrong. I love you." Jennifer continued, "Otherwise I wouldn't have come so hard." Tears were forming in her eyes again. 

I kissed the tears from her eyes. "I've also realized I'm in love with you. It sounds stupid, but I honestly love you, Jennifer. I want you to be happy" 

We kissed again. I wanted to hold and kiss this bitch till the dawn, till the dusk. Jennifer's fingers were all over me, touching every part she could reach. She stopped when she found my once again rock-hard cock and stroked it gently. 

Jennifer broke the kiss again and whispered. "I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck my brains out." Her eyes were filled with a mix of passion and lasciviousness. 

"Me too." I replied on behalf of my dick and my heart. Suddenly I remembered something. "I don't have rubbers." 

Jennifer grasped my cock hard. "I don't care, just fuck me." 

I wanted to ask, but Jennifer put a finger on my lips. "Fuck me now! Fuck me hard!" 

Jennifer's words definitely had a strong effect on me. I felt my dick was growing into a monster. I knew I had to fuck this bitchy angel till the world ended. 

I positioned myself between her legs. Jennifer was still holding my cock. She guided me into her wetness. I immediately felt the mixture of softness, wetness, and warmth surrounding my cock. I had sex many times in my life before but nothing could compare with this feeling I was having at this moment, nothing even close. I wanted to stay like this forever but Jennifer's hands were pushing on my ass and her hips were rising to gobble up my meat. I thrust all the way inside her. 

"Yes! Yes! Do it! Do it! Don't stop!" Jennifer's moaning was goading me. I thrust all the way in and all the way out. I picked up the pace. She was thrashing back and forth, meeting my thrusts halfway. Our pelvises slammed at each other's. 

"Oh, oh goodness! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Fuck me harder! Fuck... ohhhhhhhhh..." Jennifer was moaning hard. I was groaning out loud. I moved my hip in a speed beyond my imagination. I had never been as horny like I was now. I saw sweats dripping down my face on to Jennifer's face, mixing with hers and dropping down on to the pillow. Then all at a sudden Jennifer came still in the air. Her mouth was open but no sound came out. Her eyes were tightly closed. Her nails dug deep into my ass. Her pussy went tight engulfing my cock. I stopped and enjoyed her contractions around my dick. It seemed her convulsions never ended. They came wave after wave. The stimulus was so strong I knew I wasn't going to hold. 

Jennifer opened her eyes after another long breath. She pushed my ass hard against her. "Come inside me, James." 

I nodded. I shoved myself inside her and went back to the madness of both rhythmic and random paces. It didn't take long before I felt the uncontrollable urge. "I'm coming!" I managed to get the words out. Jennifer nodded, wrapping her legs around my ass and grasping my waist with her hands. I shot another huge load into her pussy when I thrust deep inside her. I thought I had nothing left after I unloaded into her mouth earlier, but I was now giving her more than the previous shot. I felt my cock contracting and felt her muscles around my cock contracting as well. Both of us were motionless. We made no sound. 




The Bitch and the Jerk



I didn't know how long we maintained that position. I only knew my arms were shaking from the prolonged push-up. Jennifer opened her eyes, smiled at me, and whispered. "Come down on me, I want to feel you and hold you." 

I fell onto Jennifer. We held each other tight. We kissed passionately. My semi-deflated cock was still inside her. Her legs were still wrapping around my ass. After I regained strength to roll off her, Jennifer turned on her side and looked deep into my eyes. "James, I never had a comparable fuck before, not even close." 

"Me too. I love you, Jennifer." I caressed her hair. 

"I love you too, James." Jennifer caressed my cheek. 

We went to sleep cuddling together without a shower. We were too exhausted for anything. When I woke up in the morning I was still holding her in my arms. My neck was stiff from the position I slept but my cock was as hard as a baseball bat. I was studying the sweet smile on her face when Jennifer opened her eyes. She smiled at me, moved over and kissed me. We made passionate love again in the bed, and later in the shower. My dick was so sore I was certain it wouldn't function for a week. 

We had the return flight at four o'clock, so we went out for a meal and hung around the downtown for a while before going to the airport. 

I called Roger when we were in the lounge at the airport waiting for the flight. I told him I was leaving and thanked him for the contract as well as the cocktail. I then asked him, "Why did you tell me to go buy Jennifer something?" 

"Because she deserves it. She's good. She's a nice girl; and she likes you," Roger replied. 

"How can you tell she likes me?" 

"Listen, little brother. My business deals with women. I deal with women. I know women. That's why I succeed. Can't you see it from the way she looks at you?" 

"Nope. She used to call me a jerk. I called her a bitch." 

Roger was laughing hard. "See? The two of you are made for each other." 

I went back to Jennifer. The confused look was still hanging on my face. 

"What's the matter?" Jennifer asked. 

"Roger told me he could tell you liked me." 

Jennifer laughed. "That's why I hated you and liked you, James. You are a stupid silly duck." 

I started to ponder if Nick had been honest with me, and whether there was any hidden reason he was sending me here. 

"For how long?" I asked. 

"I don't remember, but it's been a while," Jennifer continued after a pause. "When we get back to Chicago I will show you something." 

"You aren't on pills, are you?" I asked the question I was stopped last night. 

"No. I've not been on pills since my last divorce. No need." 

"You were taking a chance with me then." 

Jennifer turned away from me and looked at the check-in counter. "My period came a few days earlier. Chances were slim. If I get pregnant I will bear the responsibility. I'll keep and raise the baby. I take sex seriously. I didn't just make love to you because I was horny." Jennifer stopped for a moment looking at her fingers. "I didn't ask you to be responsible. I knew I wanted to do it with you anyway. That's why I stopped you last night. I knew what you were going to ask." 

"Know what, Jennifer?" 

"What?" 

I held Jennifer's face in my hands. "If you get pregnant, the baby will be ours, not yours." 

Tears started running down her face. She leaned forward and sobbed on my shoulder. 

"I love you, Jennifer." I whispered to her ears. 

"I love you too, James." Jennifer still had tears hanging on her face as she raised her head to look at me. I kissed her on her face. 

"Maybe we should simply get a plan to make a baby." 

Jennifer laughed. "Now?" 

My dick responded by swelling. "Do you want to do it here now?" I teased her. 

Jennifer poked me in my chest. "You little dirty jerk." She laughed. 

Chapter 7 - The Dildo

"Where is your car?" I asked Jennifer when we were back at O'Hare airport. 

"I took a cab to get here. Driving to O'Hare is always a nightmare." 

"I'll give you a ride then. But I am hungry. Would you want to have some a snack with me?" I was holding her hands in mine while pushing the luggage cart towards the exit. 

We shared a candlelight dinner instead of a snack. When I stopped my car outside her apartment building, Jennifer asked. "Do you want a cup of coffee?" 

"Sure." 

I followed Jennifer up to her apartment. It wasn't a big unit, but she decorated it well. It made my apartment looked like a doghouse. 

"You have talent for interior design too." I made a sincere remark. 

"Thank you, James." She turned over and smiled at me on her way to the kitchen. 

I had already developed a horrible habit, more accurately my dick had. Whenever Jennifer smiled at me, my dick swelled. Whenever she laughed, my dick swelled. Whenever she blushed, my dick swelled. Needless to say when she was in my arms or leaning on me, my dick swelled. 

"So what was it that you were going to show me?" I asked her when I was sipping the coffee while caressing her hair in the couch. 

"What?" 

"You said you would show me something when we got back to Chicago." 

"Oh, that one." Jennifer suddenly blushed. My dick responded. 

She stood up, took my hand, and led me into her bedroom. My dick responded. Jennifer saw it. She giggled. 

We were standing next to her bed when Jennifer talked. "Do you remember I told you I had something at home in case I felt horny?" 

"Yeah, I remember," I said. My dick responded. 

Jennifer opened the drawer in the night table. She took out a dildo. 

I laughed. 

"That's what a bitch uses." Jennifer laughed. She then handed it over to me. "Take a look." 

I was somehow taken by surprise. I knew what it was for, but I had no use for it. Nevertheless I took it in my hand. There were some markings on it. The room was dim. I bent down to look at it under the lamp on the night table. There was a marker-pen written word "James" on it. 

I turned around and looked at Jennifer. Her face was bright red. "This is the only dildo I have." She said in a barely audible voice, looking at her fingers. 

"How long has it been here?" 

"I don't remember. A few months." Jennifer was still looking at her hands. 

"I'm an idiot," I sighed. 

"Yes you are." Jennifer smiled. My dick responded. 

I moved towards Jennifer, with the dildo in my hand. "Which one is better?" 

Jennifer chuckled, and she grasped my bulge. "You'd better be better." 

I wasn't sure how many times I made love to Jennifer that night. I almost had to craw to the bathroom the next morning. When I got out, Jennifer was already in her work clothes. 

"I'm going to the office now. I don't want them see us getting there at the same time. If you're hungry there's a donut shop at the corner two blocks down. I'll see you in the office, okay?" 

"Okay, Jennifer." I pulled her close and kissed her. My dick responded. 

Jennifer chuckled as she left. 

Chapter 8 - The Proposal

The receptionist at the office gave me a sly smile when I got in. The girl who helped me with paper works gave me a sly smile when I got to my cell. I knew there was something wrong. I dropped my briefcase on my desk when Nick's voice came through the intercom. 

"Got a moment?" 

"Sure. Coming." I replied, and walked towards his room. Nick's secretary gave me a sly smile when she saw me. 

"Close the door, James," Nick said when I got into his room. 

"What's the matter?" I closed the door, pondering what had happened. 

"How was it?" Nick asked, giving me a sly smile. 

"Great. The renewal contract will be sent out on Thursday." 

"I know that. I meant how was she?" 

"Who?" 

"Jennifer, or if you prefer, your bitch." Nick had a big smile on his face. 

"What about her?" 

"Damn it, don't fool with me. The whole office knows you bought her a Tiffany necklace. Don't tell me you did that as a business gesture." 

"Everyone knows?" My mouth dropped open. 

"Everyone knows. Mariah called Mary. How was she?" 

"Fuck!" I growled. 

"You fucked her?" Nick's smile grew bigger. 

"Nick, She doesn't like it." 

"She doesn't like what?" 

"News or rumors spreading around." I kicked the guest chair. 

"Well, is it rumor or news?" 

"Damn it, Nick, I thought we were buddies." I was a bit angry. 

"Of course we are. What do you want me to do? I can't tape everyone's mouth. I can't tape Mary's mouth. You know her." Nick was laughing. 

"Damn it." I sighed. "Hey, Nick." I had remembered something. 

"What?" 

"Why did you send me to New York with her?" 

"I already told you." 

"Is that it?" 

"James. She likes you. Everyone knows." 

"Everyone?" 

Nick was laughing real hard. I was starting to hate this guy. 

"Okay, James. I have to admit I had hidden this from you. But I haven't known it for long either. I knew you liked her too. You just didn't know it yourself." 

Nick continued. "I won't tell anyone what you tell me about her. I don't need to, anyway. How much was that necklace?" 

"Two thousand." 

"Wow! Two thousand. I'm glad Roger & Wilson is your account now." 

"Me too." I sighed again. 

"Jennifer is a very nice girl. She's worth everything to you, buddy." 

"I know. Thanks for the tips and news," I said as I left his office. Nick still had that big smile on his face. 

I was filling my cup with coffee in the pantry when I saw Jennifer came in. She had fire in her eyes. I sighed. Jennifer wasn't smiling. She stared at me, came over, and slapped me on the face. I knew this would happen. 

"What did you tell them?" Jennifer said angrily. "You jerk!" 

"I didn't." 

Jennifer stared at my eyes, then turned around. I grasped her on her shoulder and turned her around. Jennifer screeched, "Let me go!" 

I hold her arms. I looked into her eyes. She starred back at me with flames. "Listen, Jennifer. Mary is Mariah's cousin. Ask Mary." 

Jennifer widened her eyes. "Mariah told Mary?" 

I nodded. "And Nick told me everyone knows I bought you a Tiffany necklace." 

"Fuck!" Jennifer growled. "I'm sorry, James." She lowered her voice. "Did it hurt?" She put her fingers on my cheek. 

I saw Mary coming into the pantry. She saw us and retreated. "Wait Mary!" I raised my voice. Jennifer turned around and saw Mary. Her face turned red. 

Mary was standing still. She didn't say a word. 

"Mary, I love Jennifer." I said. 

Mary couldn't close her mouth. She stared at us for a while and disappeared. 

I returned my attention to Jennifer. She was blushing big time, but she was also smiling from her heart. I kissed her briefly and lowered my voice. "I'll see you at lunch, okay?" 

"Okay." Jennifer left with a sweet smile on her face. 

I moved into Jennifer's apartment that weekend. I didn't need my apartment anyway. I hadn't used my bed since I returned from New York. People in the office had stopped looking at us with sly smiles. I had our relationship public. 

"I'm glad to announce that James has been promoted to AVP, Major Accounts, effective immediately." Bruce made the announcement towards the end of a staff meeting three months later. 

I rose to thank Bruce, Nick, and everyone congratulated me. I wasn't surprised. Nick had already told me about it. 

"Anyone got anything else?" Bruce did the routine before adjourning the meeting. 

I raised my hand. "Yes, James." Bruce nodded at me. 

"I've got a question for Jennifer." I glanced over to see Jennifer widened her eyes. 

I turned to her. "Jennifer, will you marry me?" 

She was shocked. Everyone was shocked, except Bruce and Nick who were smiling. Jennifer's face turned red. It was an unexpected question for her in a staff meeting. 

"Do you have the ring?" She asked when she recovered. 

"I do. It's a Tiffany ring." I took the ring out from my pocket. I spent a fortune on it. I walked over to Jennifer, and showed it to her. 

I saw tears in her eyes. I saw joy in her eyes. I saw her shivering. "Will you marry me?" I asked again. 

"Yes, I will." She looked at me with her tearful eyes. 

I put the ring on her finger. I held her close and kissed her. Everyone was applauding. 

"Meeting adjourned." Bruce declared. "Jennifer and James, stay," He added. 

After the other people had left the boardroom, Bruce said, "Congratulation, Jennifer. Congratulation, James." He shook our hands. "Take the rest of the day off. You two need some time together." He winked at me. 

- End -

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Written by Bingain 

Edited by Morgan

Last Update: 6/16/2002



The Bitch Bites Back



Pamela stood huddled in the dark doorway, halfway down the back alley. It was cold and a light drizzle had settled in, the sheets of fine rain just discernible in the dull light of the single working lamp halfway down the alley.

Pamela was in her mid forties and fighting a losing battle against the rising tide of age, her thighs and bottom were spreading, her tummy had started to sag and fine lines, not quite yet wrinkles, had recently appeared on her once pretty face.

That being said she was still attractive in a mature unpolished way. She knew how to display her best assets to their full benefit. She had great legs despite her thickening thighs, and to exhibit them she always wore high heels, sheer stockings and the shortest of skirts. 

Her spreading tummy was held in place with a full girdle with attached suspenders. Her ever expanding, slightly saggy breasts could be controlled and displayed to advantage with the right bra. Her face just needed more makeup than she used to use when she was younger, so she wore lashings of it. Finally her hair was always perfect, no demure bob or modest perm for our Pamela; she wore her hair big, high and sassy. 'Mutton dressed as lamb,' her Mom would have called her; but that was Pamela's look. Her regular punters loved it.

Pamela had been a prostitute all her working life. She had held the odd regular job here and there, but always came back to the game. From the moment she had turned fifteen when she noticed the boys furtive glances at her breasts and her uncle Bill's awkward but repeated attempts to look up her skirt and the lump in his pants when he hugged her (which he tended to do way too often and for far too long for propriety); she knew that she had something men wanted. It didn't take her long to figure out that they would pay for it too. She fell into prostitution the way some of her girlfriends fell into jobs such as hairdressing or as shop assistants; it was just the job that best suited her.

Pamela had started working at her aunt Doreen's modest establishment when she turned sixteen. Her mom had raised no objection. To supplement her meagre wage, every now and then her mom had taken in the odd lodger who sometimes paid extra for the privilege of sharing her mother's bed. Her dad had run away when she was still in nappies and she didn't remember him. Pamela dutifully gave half of everything she earned to her mom.

At Aunt Doreen's she had learned the ropes so to speak. At first most of her customers were men who wanted a younger, prettier girl than their wife or current girlfriend. As she grew older she got the men who wanted an experienced woman who would do all the things for them in the bedroom that their wives and girlfriends wouldn't do.

Pamela would do almost anything within reason providing the punter paid her enough. She had done some kinky things in her time, everything from mundane requests for fellatio to dressing punters in frilly knickers and spanking their bums. In fact light bondage and discipline work was her forte and she often took down punters into the special 'dungeon' room in the basement. However she would have nothing to do with the heavier, perverted stuff that was sometimes requested.

She refused any requests for sodomy, role-playing involving rape or incest, heavy sado-masochism; and as for anything involving pissing and other dirty acts; who were these perverts anyway? Go to Germany for fuck sake! The Germans seemed to make all the 'adult' movies involving those revolting acts.

In her mid thirties Pamela's mother had died and she had finally moved out of her mom's old home and at the same time moved out of Doreen's establishment. She set herself up in a nice little flat and only saw her regular customers or those punters who came to her recommended by trusted friends. In her late thirties and her early forties her regulars had dwindled away to almost nothing. They had moved on, found younger women, or just stopped paying for sex. Older and bolder but still attractive enough to pull the punters she had started working the streets.

She could get a legitimate job and with the added income from her few remaining regular customers she could probably make a decent living working at one; but Pamela was prostitute; that's what she did best, so that's what she did.

Life on the streets was harder, but Pamela was no mug. If a punter was nice and looked like he had enough money she took him home for a 'full service'. If the punter only wanted a quickie, was half pissed, or didn't have the money for a full service she would blow him or have him fuck her standing up in the doorway. The doorway in the dark disused alley had become her workroom. She would stand on the main road displaying her wares and until she hooked a short timer, then she would lead him down the alley and into the doorway to complete the transaction. The better clientele had a short walk to her flat.

Pamela, like all prostitutes, had had her share of bad experiences. Safe in Aunt Doreen's brothel there was always help at hand and the worst that had happened had been the odd abusive punter when she'd turned down a request for perverted sex. In her flat she only serviced regulars; but on the street it was different; she had had to deal with all sorts. 

Occasionally a punter would try to get a freebie, but she soon learned to take the money as soon as she entered the alley and before her and the punter got to the doorway. Sometimes if the customer was too pissed or couldn't come for some reason they demanded their money back. Once a punter had slapped her face and called her a whore before running off into the night, but mostly Pamela could handle any situation.

On this cold wet night Pamela's life was about to change forever. Tonight she had invited the wrong punter down into the alley.

Pamela had been about to give up for the night when a punter approached her where she stood at the entrance to the alley. She had watched him walk past two or three other working girls who were huddled in their usual positions on the street. He looked them over and continued on until he came face to face with Pamela. He looked her up and down, surveying her from top to bottom.

Pamela was dressed in a white silk blouse under a short red leather jacket, a black leather miniskirt came to mid thigh, black seamed stockings, and matching red high heels completed the ensemble. Her hair was teased, and framed her mature but attractive face. She was heavily made up with lashings of eye shadow, mascara and eyeliner to accent her pretty blue eyes, her cheeks were heavily rouged and she wore bright red lipstick. The punters liked their girls to look 'slutty'; it added to their fantasies she thought.

"Now you're my type of girl," the man breathed whisky on her.

Pamela appraised the punter. Dark business suit, mid forties, just going to fat, heavy but handsome, a little drunk but sensible. He would do for her last quickie before she went home.

"Glad you like what see darling; it's sixty for short time ok," Pamela made her pitch.

"Fucking expensive for an old pro like you ain't it?" was his response but he stayed put and continued to gaze up and down Pamela's body.

'The ones with plenty of money always argued about the price,' she thought.

"Look it's sixty; short time in the alley. Take it or leave it; I'd as rather go home anyway!" Pamela snapped back.

"Ok! Ok darlin'; I'm hot to trot and your just my type, lets have you then," another cloud of whisky enveloped Pamela.

"Follow me, what's your name?" she lead him just inside the alley.

"Mike," he replied. 

"Let's have the money Mike; then you get your honey ok?" Pamela gave him her best false smile.

Mike fumbled for his wallet and handed over the sixty. Pamela saw the wad of cash he had in his wallet and thought 'Cheap fucker'.

Pamela took Mike's hand and as she led him into the gloom of the alley, as they walked into the gloom Mike placed his hand on Pamela's bottom and pinched; she brushed it away irritably. 

"Hold your horses lover; here we are," she whispered as they entered her doorway.

The doorway was recessed far back into the disused building and no one was able to see them unless they came all the way down the alley. Pamela had never been disturbed here yet; then why would she? The building was disused.

Mike turned Pamela to face him and eased her back against the door; he pushed himself against her and tried to kiss her. She pushed him back and turned her face away from him.

"No lover; no kissing Ok? I don't do that with punters."

"What do I get for my sixty then?" Mike asked his face puffed up and reddening.

"You get oral relief, and if you want you can shag me Ok?" Pamela offered her standard services.

"Can I fuck you in the arse then?" her customer went on insistently.

"Look sweetie you can have what I just offered; if that's not to your liking take your money and fuck off; it's fucking cold and I'm tired!" Pamela laid down the law. What she didn't need was the last customer of the night to be a difficult bastard.

"You slags are all the same," Mike cursed; "you come on all dolled up to get a guy horny then you won't play the game properly. How can I shag you without a bit of a kiss and cuddle first hey?" Mike insisted, his voice getting angrier.

"Look I'm no slag and if you don't behave you'll get nothing ok?" Pamela had had enough.

"Alright, alright, give us a suck then sweetheart." Mike capitulated.

'Thank fuck for that' though Pamela 'let's get this over with and get home to bed.'

Pamela dropped to her knees, placing them on an old cushion she had bought to the alley not long after she first established the doorway as her 'workroom'. She had laddered her stockings kneeling on the bare brick floor the first night she worked here. Her face was level with the punter's crotch and she reached up and unzipped his fly. Mike looked down at the overly made-up whore as her red fingernails slid down his zip and reached inside his trousers.

Pamela's fingers freed Mike's already thickening member from his underwear and pulled it out of his flies. 'At least he's nearly hard; he shouldn't be too long coming,' she thought; 'not a bad sized one either,' she couldn't help thinking. 

Mike watched as Pamela slowly stroked him until he was fully erect and then sighed as she bobbed her head down and took him in her mouth. His perfect fantasy was playing out perfectly in the dim gloom. A lovely older woman dressed as a tart was kneeling before him suppliant to his carnal needs. Mike looked at her heavily made-up face and pretty eyes as she looked up at him. Kneeling as she was, he got a great view of her large arse encased in the black leather mini and her seamed stockinged legs; he loved her red high heels, so whorish.

Pamela saw that Mike was staring at her face and body as she fellated him; she knew that punters liked to do that and she made a point of looking up into his face; she knew that really got them aroused. Hopefully this dickhead would come quickly she thought. Then she felt his hands on either side of her head. He held her in a vicious grip and began to brutally fuck her face. She couldn't move her face away from his crotch and she was gagging on his cock as it forced its way all the way to the back of her throat.

Pamela started to pummel Mike with her hands as she gagged on his penis. Mike just held her tighter and continued to enjoy fucking her mouth.

"You love this don't you, you whore. Don't pretend you don't. You're all the same, you say you won't do this and you won't do that, but what you really want is good hard dirty fucking don't you?" Mike was raving now.

"No kissing! No anal! Who the fuck do you think you are; I've paid my money and I'll take what I want," Mike hissed as he held Pamela's head in a vice-like grip and fucked her mouth.

Pamela had no choice, she couldn't breath and Mike's cock was choking her, so she bit down on it. Mike screamed and pushed her away; Pamela lay sprawled in the doorway flat on her behind, her legs spread, her skirt rode up to reveal her stocking tops and red nylon panties.

Mike quickly recovered from the nip he had taken on his penis and looked at Pamela fallen flat on her arse before him. He looked up her skirt and his cock began to harden again; he looked at her heavily made up face and knew he hadn't taken all he wanted from this whore.

"Fuck off!" Pamela shouted at him, "Fuck off and leave me alone!" she begged, hoping her cries would be heard by someone passing the alley. She knew her hopes were forlorn.

Mike moved in to take what he wanted. He reached down and slapped the whore hard across the face bringing tears to her eyes, she sobbed and her makeup started to run; her crying only served to arouse him further.

"Please, please don't," Pamela pleaded, knowing she was in deep trouble.

"Yeah, that's it bitch; you say please! You say please and I might be nice but don't worry Mike knows what you need," he growled.

Mike dropped down between Pamela's spread legs and reached up under her skirt and grabbed her panties. He tugged and pulled on the flimsy nylon garment until they tore free from her body. Mike bought the sheer panties up to his face and smelled the crotch; then he wrapped them around his tumescent member and gave it a few stokes.

"Nice knickers bitch; they're lovely."

Then he reached out and stuffed them in Pamela's mouth. She tried to move her head from side to side but he slapped her again and pushed them deeper into her mouth, effectively gagging her. Then he grabbed her ankles and pulled her forward so that her spread legs straddled either side of his body; Pamela fell back hitting her head on the ground.

Mike had Pamela positioned prone in front of him with his throbbing cock inches from the entrance to her vagina. He pushed forward and thrust himself inside; right up to the hilt; Pamela groaned through the gag.

Pamela was dazed from the slaps she had received and from hitting her head on the pavement but when Mike lifted her legs around him she knew what was coming next. She braced as she felt Mike's huge member push past her labia and rudely thrust deep inside her. As a prostitute she had obviously succumbed to hundreds of erect penises inside her before, some a lot bigger than this; but this was different, she was being raped and she felt defiled.

Mike started to fuck Pamela with slow hard strokes enjoying her tight vaginal walls around his cock and loving the feel of her silken stockinged legs against his body. He was pleasuring himself at the expense of this whore. 'What was it she said? No kissing right?' he thought, then leaned forward and breathed his whisky breath into her face.

"I'm taking out the gag but if you scream I'll knock you out you fucking bitch!" Mike panted as he continued to fuck her.

He leaned down over her and pulled her legs up around him in the missionary position and positioned his face in front of hers and took the panties in his teeth pulling the panty gag out of her mouth. Pamela gasped for fresh air but not for long as Mike started kissing her in a frenzy. He pounded his cock in and out of her in time with his tongue as it slid around her mouth. His hands ran up and down her stockinged thighs, laddering her expensive diaphanous stockings with his nails.

Pamela didn't know what was worse, having her panties shoved in her mouth as a gag or Mike's fetid breath and slimy tongue as he kissed her. His fingers were scratching her legs and tearing her stockings to ribbons. His penis continued to slide slowly in and out of her, she almost wished he would speed up the fucking and get it over with. 'Maybe that was it?' she thought.

Mike noticed a subtle change; Pamela was no longer struggling; in fact she was returning his kisses. Her arms had moved up to embrace him and she was rising her arse up against him to meet his thrusts. She was fucking him back!!!

"You fucking slut whores, you're all the same, you just can't get enough dick can you?" Mike groaned.

Pamela continued to play her game, 'Get this guy off and then get to the police,' that was the plan now!

"Yes Mike; give it to me honey; you know I need it," Pamela lied, convincingly she hoped, whispering into Mike's ear.

Mike was lost in the pleasure of fucking this whore when a little alarm bell went off in his head.

"You fucking bitch! I know what you're fucking doing! You need it hey? Well let's see how bad you need it baby!"

With that Mike pulled himself off Pamela and looked down at her. Her coat was opened and he had managed to tear open her blouse revealing her large white breasts. Her skirt was dirty and rucked right up around her waist to reveal her red garter belt which were attached to her sheer black nylons now in tatters on her bleeding thighs. Mike groaned with pleasure at this picture of a woman ravished. 

Mike reached down and grabbed Pamela by the hair and pulled her to her feet. He spun her around and slammed her face first against the door. 

"So you need it do you whore! Well here it is!"

Mike kicked Pamela's legs apart and positioned himself behind her. He pushed his now rock hard penis between her fleshy buttocks and rubbed it up against her fleshy labia to coat it with her cunt juices then pulled back and started to force it into her back passage.

Pamela couldn't believe the excruciating pain she was feeling as Mike invaded her with his weapon. She tried to relax her sphincter but Mike just kept pushing himself slowly and steadily inside her. She thought that she felt herself tear and she screamed again at the intense pain.

Mike was passed caring about her screaming; he was living his ultimate fantasy raping this fat cow.

"Yeah baby that's it; take it for Mikey; take that cock!" he chanted over and over.

Eventually he forced himself inside her as far as he could get, his crotch hard against her soft fat buttocks. Then he thrust in and out as slowly as he could, but he couldn't hold back; the pleasure was just too much. He pushed forward and buried himself to the hilt in Pamela's arse and exploded. Stream after stream of hot semen shot from his cock deep inside Pamela's arse. Mike grabbed Pamela's face and twisted it around so he could kiss and lick her as he shot his load.

Pamela was now numb with pain. She was barely conscious and only just aware of Mike anally raping her. The only thing keeping her on her feet was the pressure of Mike behind her as he fucked her and her will power to stay conscious. Then she felt him take a mighty lunge and bury himself even deeper inside her and she felt her insides tear again, the hot flood of Mike's semen increased the pain of the wound. Then the sick fuck was kissing her. This maniac was kissing her whilst he raped her.

Mike collapsed against the prostitute as his orgasm subsided. He eased himself out of her and reached down and picked up the shredded red nylon panties off the ground. He wiped his deflating penis on them and spun Pamela around to face him. Her face was a mess, her makeup spread all over it. She just stood there in a daze.

Mike kissed her gently on the lips then pushed the come soaked nylon panties into her mouth, leaving half of the flimsy garment hanging out.

"Don't forget your knickers," he laughed.

"Thanks for the fuck; keep the money bitch," he mocked as he disappeared up the dark alley.

Before she passed out Pamela made a vow: 'This Bitch is going to get revenge!'

It took Pamela three months to recover from her ordeal. Somehow that night she made it home to her flat and called her Auntie Doreen who came straight around. Doreen didn't ask her niece what had happened, she didn't have to; it was obvious. Pamela never told her Aunt the details of what happened, she was too humiliated. Pamela's wounds, internally and externally, healed quite quickly; it was her mind that took the time. She eventually regained her self-confidence and was capable of leaving her flat to shop and so on, but she needed to work; and there was only one thing she knew that she was good at. It was Pamela's resolve for revenge that kept her going and got her through. 




The Bitch Bites Back



'This bitch is going to bite back; one day I will find him and he will pay for what he did to me,' became her mantra.

Pamela discussed going back on the game with Aunt Doreen who refused to entertain the idea of her niece working the streets again.

"I'm in my fifties now love, come back and work at my place, it won't be long before you can take it over, I'm getting to old for this game anyway," she implored.

And so it was. Pamela went back to servicing punters at Aunt Doreen's brothel. There was security there, both in the numbers of girls on a shift at any one time, and from Doreen's live in boyfriend Steve. His nickname was "Iron Bar Steve" and he had once done a stint in Chelmsford prison where he worked as a 'hard man' for Eddie McManus who was the hardest man there and ran the jail from the inside. Steve was the bouncer at Doreen's establishment and he kept the punters in line if they played up. Steve had been living with Doreen for nearly twenty years (except for his stint in Chelmsford); he was only in his forties, nearly ten years younger than Doreen but they loved each other, and Doreen confided one night after a few gin and tonics, that she still kept Steve more than happy in bed. In fact, she implied, they both enjoyed a very exciting and varied sex life.

Six months after she started working again Pamela got her chance for revenge. She was walking past one of the rooms in the brothel when she heard the unmistakable voice of her rapist coming through the door. It was Mike! He was ranting at Susan; the poor girl had him in room number two as a customer.

"You're all the same you slags, dressed up in your sexy gear leading a guy on and then won't do what he wants. Bitches! Fucking bitches! Now get over here and suck my cock!" he ranted.

It was him alright! The memories of the evening Mike had raped her in their alley came storming back.

Pamela's heart began to race and she ran down the corridor to Doreen's office.

"It's him; the bastard who raped me. He's here, he's in room two with Susan!"

"Are you sure? Mike's been a coming here for years off and on, he's a bit rough but I never took him for a rapist?" Doreen asked, a concerned look on her heavily made up face.

Pamela broke down and fell into her Aunt Doreen's arms sobbing, she told her every detail of what that man had done to her on that cold wet night. Doreen poured them both a stiff drink and they began to plot Pamela's revenge.

"Revenge is dish best eaten cold," quoted Doreen, "Let's make the punishment fit the crime," she added.

Doreen and Pamela waited a week; during this time they planned Pamela's revenge and acquired the necessary items to ensure the punishment fit the crime. Mike was obviously a vicious woman hater; his litany of 'Bitches dressed up in sexy gear who won't do just what he wants,' was to become the basis of their planned revenge; a theme if you like.

During this time Doreen enlisted Steve's help; he was instrumental to their plan. Of course when Doreen told Steve what Mike had done to Pamela, Steve just wanted to smash his head in "I'll castrate the bastard!" he said; but Doreen went on to explain how her and Pamela's plan was so much better. And so, the trap was set.

Mike made his called the brothel about a week later and asked to see the sexiest girl available. Doreen took the call,

"Mike, you have been such a valuable and reliable customer over the years that I've booked you in for a special treat. My prettiest girl and I'll let you have an hour with her for the cost of your normal half-hour session."

"About fucking time you gave me something; I've been coming to your shit-hole knocking shop for years now and I have to tell you I never had anything for nothing and your slags always lead me on; they never give me what I want," Mike growled down the phone.

"Oh don't worry Mike; we'll make it up to you this time honey; you will get everything you deserve," Doreen sweetly answered.

"See you at six then honey; bye." Doreen hung up the phone then commenced dialling Pamela and Steve.

Mike arrived at Doreen's establishment at 6:00pm sharp looking forward to his special deal.

Doreen met Mike at the door and escorted him directly to the basement dungeon room. Doreen had dressed up specifically for the evening and although nearly sixty she looked very sexy in a whorish way. She was wearing a tight black leather mini, a white silk long-sleeved blouse, black stockings and shiny black patent leather high heels. Underneath she was wearing red silk camiknickers over a red satin garter-belt and a matching bra was visible under her sheer blouse. She wore lashings of makeup and her blonde hair was piled high on her head. She looked exactly what she was; an old prostitute.

"I hope I'm getting something better than you Dor'; you look real sexy but fuck your old enough to be me mum," Mike whinged as they entered the dungeon.

"Oh don't worry Mike, you're going to get exactly what you deserve!" Doreen flicked back across her shoulder.

As Mike passed through the door he noticed another sexily dressed older prostitute sitting on the bed in the centre of the room. Then he recognised her! My god it was the whore he had raped in the alley; then he felt a little sting on his neck and then nothing but blackness. Mike awoke some time later but he didn't know where he was. 

He looked around groggily and realised that he was still in the basement of the brothel but he knew something was seriously wrong. Something just wasn't right, he couldn't move for a start and his clothes just didn't feel right on his body. The he realised he was bound to a chair. Both his legs were bound to the legs of the chair and his wrists were bound to the arms. Positioned in front of him was a full-length mirror; he couldn't believe what he saw in it.

Reflected back at him was a plump, overly made up whore. Mike looked her up and down. She had a blonde bob, her eyes were heavily made up with mauve and blue eyeshadow; black eyeliner outlined her heavily mascaraed lashes. Her foundation and face powder had been thickly applied; her rouge was just as heavy and bright red lipstick completed her whore's painted face. She wore a large gold choker necklace and matching drop earrings.

Next he noticed her clothes. She wore a long-sleeved blouse of sheer nylon; he could see a black brassiere through the sheer material. The garment had ruffles at the front of the decolletage that came all the way up to her neck so that no cleavage was visible, although she had huge tits straining at the front of the blouse. Where the cuffs ended, her wrists were tied to the arms of the chair but he could see her red painted whore's fingernails.

She wore a red lycra miniskirt that just covered the very tops of her thighs; because she was lashed into the chair it bulged a little at the waist around her potbelly. Her legs were encased in sheer taupe stockings that glistened in the overhead light; on her feet were bright red high-heels. He could see her stocking tops where her skirt was hitched up around her thighs and he saw the silver glitter of her garter snaps at the end of the black suspenders that lead under the mini to the suspender belt. Her thighs were slightly opened and he glimpsed the gusset of a pair of black satin panties.

Each of her slim nyloned ankles was firmly bound to a leg of the chair in which she sat. Then it dawned on him; he was looking at himself!

Then he started to realise the strange feeling of the clothes on his body. The sheer hose on his legs were light and sexy; they felt like gossamer silk sheathing his legs. His cock and balls were encased in the softest of satin panties; they gently caressed his sex organs and the cheeks of his bottom. The skirt felt strange but sexy as the tight lycra spandex squeezed his potbelly and thighs. The blouse was made out of the sheerest of gauzy material that he had ever experienced and it lightly caressed his upper body. He could feel the bra underneath the blouse snug against him, a light padding material was obviously being used to fill out the bra cups to create the huge false tits.

He could also feel and taste the makeup on his face. The lipstick tasted sweet and slightly greasy but pleasant; just like it tasted when he kissed a woman. But the most disturbing thing, besides waking up to find himself dressed as a whore, was that he could feel his penis starting to harden in his panties. He wasn't sure if he aroused because he was attracted to the cuddly crossdressed whore he saw in the mirror (she was certainly dressed just the way he liked his women to dress) or because of the sweet caress of the lingerie and female clothing on his body.

But why was he dressed like a crossdressed whore; and more importantly why was he lashed into this chair? Both questions were about to be answered. 

"Well don't you look pretty Mike," he heard a woman's voice coming from behind him; it was dripping with sarcasm.

Then Pamela stepped forward and came into his field of view. Although it had been a while, Mike recognised her immediately; it was the prostitute he had raped in the alley.

"What the fuck are you doing here. I fucked you once and you weren't up to much love; give up the game before your cunt falls into your arse!" he snapped at her contemptuously.

Whack! His head snapped to one side as she slapped him upside of his face. Then though teary eyes he saw Doreen walk in front him; she looked sexy. She had disposed of her miniskirt and blouse and was standing there in her red silk camiknickers, matching bra and a red satin garter-belt holding up her sheer black stockings; shiny black patent leather high heels completed the ensemble. Her heavy makeup had been touched up. Dressed only in her lingerie as she was, she looked quite dominating. 

"Well fuck me Doreen, you don't look too shabby for a wrinkled old cunt!" Mike snapped again.

Whack! Whack! This time it was Doreen who slapped his face; she stumbled on her heels she hit him so hard. 

Mike shook his head and this time took a good long look at Pamela; she looked very different tonight. She was wearing a black corset and waist cincher. It looked to be made of a satin material and although Pamela was plump it cinched in her waist, emphasising her large breasts and buttocks. Suspender straps ran from the garment down her plump thighs and were attached to black seamed nylon stockings. Her feet were shod in the highest of high heels he had ever seen. The ensemble was completed with bright red nylon panties.

Pamela had on her usual lashings of makeup, this time very dark and Goth like. Black eyeshadow, eyeliner, mascara, pale foundation and powder, but bright blush and bright red lipstick and matching fingernail polish. She wore a black wig and her hair was worn high almost like a beehive. She looked every bit the dominatrix.

"What the fuck do you old whores think you're doing! When I get out of this chair I'm going to slap you both until you bleed, then fuck you senseless, just like I did to you that night in the alley you silly old trollop!" he spat at Pamela.

Whack! This time the blow was so hard that the chair fell over with Mike strapped in it; it was no slap it was a full-blooded punch delivered into his right side.

Someone with great strength lifted Mike upright, still strapped in the chair. Now he was scared. Then Steve walked into view and he got really scared.

"What the fuck is this about? What's happened to me? Why am I dressed this way? Why am I tied to this chair?" Mike pleaded through the pain in his side where he had been punched.

"Well Michele," Steve began.

"NO! NO! Fucking NO! My name is Mike!" the crossdressed slut tied to the chair cried out.

"Well you see Michele," Steve went on as if Mike had not said a word, "I have decided to name you that because you remind me of a girl I knew in Chelmsford Prison. She wasn't really a girl of course but she was prettier than you and a lot better behaved once we tamed her."

"So I've named you Michele, and the girls here agree it's a good name; and of course they also agree that you need to be tamed. In fact this was their idea; mostly Pamela's, but then again you raped her you cold blooded cunt, it's only fair that she choose your punishment!" Steve went on.

"You can't! You can't!" Mike/Michele tried to go on but Steve shut him/her up with a 'bitch slap' across the face.

"Just shut the fuck up and listen. Your punishment has been designed to match your crimes."

"You continually complain that the girls get dressed up all sexy and then lead you on; that is, won't give in to your perverted whims, so you knock them around and abuse them."

"But most disgusting of all, you raped Pamela and left her on the ground in that cold dark alley. Now you are going to get the same treatment," Steve said matter of factly.

"Oh n..." Michele tried to interrupt and received another bitch slap.

"So we lured you here, drugged you as you walked into the dungeon for your 'freebie', shaved your legs, and turned you into a woman. Dor and Pam have done a miracle and turned Mike into Michele!"

"It took some doing, shaving, dressing and making you up while you were unconscious but the girls said it was pleasant work knowing what they were going to do to you eventually." Steve finished.

"Oh it was disgusting touching you after what you did to me," Pamela said, "but it will be worth it!"

"Now you look exactly like what you have always despised and abused; a fat old whore dressed up sexy and ready to work!"

"And now we are going to give you what you gave me; pain, humiliation and abuse! You can cry and scream all you like; this room is soundproof."

"We are going to rape you!" Pamela finished.

Mike realised now what had happened to him and how much trouble he was in. He started to whimper.

"Oh shut the fuck up Michele; shall I shut her up for you Pam?" Steve asked Pamela.

"Any way you like!" Pamela shot back.

Steve pushed the mirror out of the way and stood in front of Michele. He could see the tears in her eyes and her mascara starting to run down her pretty cheeks. 

"Fuck you! You get the same sympathy you showed Pamela," Steve spat at her.

Steve unzipped his fly and extracted his semi hard member. Another 'Michele' in another time and place (a few years ago in Chelmsford Prison) had described his cock as monstrous the first time he hade her suck it, and the description was apt. It was only seven inches long but it had a massive girth and ended in a gnarled purple knob; thick red and blue veins stood out all along the length of the monstrosity. 

Steve reached out and grabbed Michele's head in both of his strong hands. Michele looked up, she had a pleading look in her eyes but Steve would have none of it. He released one hand and placed it on his semi erect penis and began to rub it all over her face. Michele was horrified; the feeling of the slimy member being rubbed on her cheek, over her chin and even in her eye socket was sickening. She opened her mouth to protest and Steve took the opportunity and pushed his now erect cock over her lipsticked lips and into her mouth.

Pamela and Doreen looked at the man they had turned into Michele being abused and degraded by Steve. Doreen was not concerned that Steve enjoyed forcing himself on the crossdressed whore, he had told her of his adventures in Chelmsford; and besides they had a very kinky sex life and allowed each other to take multiple partners anyway.

Pamela and Doreen looked at each other and smiled; this bastard was getting exactly what he deserved; a dose of his own medicine.

"Stick it to her Steve," Pamela goaded Steve on as he forced his turgid member into Michele's unwilling mouth.

Steve smacked Michele across the face again drawing blood from a small cut inside her mouth.

"You take this bitch or else I will break your fucking jaw!" he swore.

Michele could only capitulate, she opened her lips and felt the hard spongy mass of Steve's cock enter her mouth. She tasted her own lipstick, the salty taste of her own blood and another slightly salty sweet taste that could only be Steve's pre-seminal fluid leaking from the eye of his cock. Michele gagged as Steve forced his cock into her painted mouth right up to the hilt, his balls resting on her powdered chin. He groaned.

"Take that you slut!"

Pamela now had her first taste of her revenge as she watched Steve's cock disappear fully inside Michele's mouth.

"Yeah, take that you fucking whore! How does it feel you dumb cunt! Take that cock you fucking rapist shit, I hope it fucking chokes you!" She spat at Michele.

As Pamela and Doreen started to savour their revenge, Michele felt utter humiliation. Steve began to fuck her mouth; his hard member pistoning in out of her lips as Steve held her head steady and stood between her splayed legs fucking her face. Michele felt the hard cock sliding between her lips, over her tongue and slamming into the back of her throat. 'My god, how do these girls willingly give head,' she thought as her mouth was raped and she gasped for breath.

Then Michele couldn't believe what happened next, she felt a hand caressing her nyloned thigh. The hand was stroking up and down from her knees to the very tops of her thigh and sometimes disappearing under her skirt and stroking her pantied crotch. It was Doreen! Michele looked down and saw the old hooker was kneeling beside her chair, Doreen's hand was under Michele's skirt stroking and rubbing the sleek material of her stockings and panties.

Michele found what happened next even harder to believe; she started to become aroused, her penis hardening in her panties. Steve continued to drive his cock in and out of her painted mouth and was quickening his pace. Michele felt Steve's penis become rock hard and start to throb; she knew what that meant, Steve was building to his orgasm. Oh Christ, she was about to get a mouthful of semen. But what the fuck was Doreen playing at?

Doreen had now lifted Michele's skirt and was rubbing Michele's penis through her silky satin panties. Michele had started to harden and Doreen grasped her penis and started to wank her. A small telltale wet spot appeared in Michele's panties; she was enjoying the forced masturbation even while Steve was raping her mouth.

Michele had now got used to Steve's member thrusting in and out of her mouth. Although she was not enjoying what Steve was doing to her, she had come to tolerate it. She couldn't understand how she could be so sexually aroused though. Doreen was stroking her hard cock through her panties and she was getting harder and responding to the luxurious stimulation of the satin panties being rubbed against her member. Michele actually started to buck in the chair thrusting her pelvis in time with Doreen's strokes. This also caused her head to bob up and down, inadvertently providing stimulation to Steve's hard cock in her mouth; he could also feel her tongue starting to work around his cock lashing at the sensitive underside of his penis.

Michele was now concentrating on the feeling of Doreen's ministrations to her sensitive penis. Doreen had now slid her hand inside Michele's panties and as the painted fingernails of one hand raked her scrotum through the satin panties, the other was wrapped tightly around Michele's shaft and was viciously wanking the hard member. She was half choking on Steve's penis and was working her tongue around it to try and squeeze more air into her lungs as Steve pulled back enough to let her breath.

Steve took Michele's bobbing and bucking as capitulation; her movements were certainly increasing his pleasure so he slowly released his grip on her head. Michele was now sucking in time with Doreen's wanking and she hadn't even realised it. She felt Steve's cock stiffen and convulse in her mouth and suddenly realised he was about to ejaculate. 




The Bitch Bites Back



'Oh my God,' Michele thought. 'This cunt is going to come in my mouth and I'm fucking encouraging him. What the fuck am I doing?'

Pamela was standing back watching the first part of her plan come together. Mike sat there dressed as Michele tied to the chair. Steve stood between her stockinged legs his thick cock sticking out of his jeans, Michele's lipsticked lips sucked on his cock as he thrust in and out of her mouth. Doreen kneeled to one side of the chair with her hands in Michele's lap. Michele's penis was sticking up proud out of the waistband of her black satin panties as Doreen wanked it furiously with one hand and stroked her scrotum through the panties with the other. Michele's miniskirt had been rucked up around her waist and as she bobbed and gagged on Steve's cock she looked just like the whores she had abused. Heavily made up, short skirt, stocking and high heels; sucking a cock just to get it over with; she had in fact become one of the whores she hated and used and abused.

Pamela smiled as Steve groaned; she knew what was coming.

Michele felt her own climax building; the frenetic wanking Doreen was giving her cock coupled with the strange but luscious sensation of the silky satin and nylon lingerie was just too much pleasure for her to bear; she needed release. At the same time she knew that Steve was about to ejaculate a disgusting mess in her mouth but there was nothing she could do about that; her orgasm had taken control of the situation and she felt it build and start to explode through her womanly body. Her cock-clitty started to spurt.

At the same time she heard Steve groan and felt his cock convulse in her mouth. Stream after stream of thick, ropy, semen filled her mouth. At the same time Steve grabbed the back of her head and pushed her face hard into his groin; she couldn't breath because he held her so hard against him and the flood of semen that filled her mouth. Michele started gag and retch on the semen flooding her mouth; she swallowed what she could but streams of the viscous fluid poured out of her nose because she couldn't swallow it fast enough. Also her own orgasm had just commenced and she started convulsing as the first jet of her own spend erupted from her penis; which was being wanked furiously by Doreen.

"Now!" screamed Pamela.

And Michele suddenly felt the most excruciating pain ever. As the first stream of ejaculate left Michele's clitty Doreen heard Pamela's cry and with her other hand she squeezed Michele's scrotum as hard as she could; at the same time she viciously twisted and squeezed her penis. Michele's orgasm came to an abrupt halt and she nearly passed out with the pain. 

In the space of one second Michele had gone from the ecstasy of orgasm to the most cataclysmic pain she had ever experienced. Her cock and balls felt like they were on fire; the pain made her gag and she fought back the urge to vomit. She knew that would be fatal as Steve was still in the throes of his own orgasm and the last streams of his semen were shooting into her mouth. She tried to swallow the salty mess but her gag reflex was making her choke. Steve's sperm was flooding her sinus and running out of her nose making it impossible for her to breathe; she was sure she would die.

On the other hand Steve used Michele's choking and shuddering to increase the pleasure of his own orgasm; he pressed Michele's head harder into his crotch and as the last of his discharge pulsed out of him, he shuddered with the intensity of his orgasm. When he had finished he pulled his semi-hard member from Michele's mouth and rubbed his semen all over her face with his cock; her makeup mixed with his semen and her tears. She looked like a mess as she gasped for breath, choking and crying.

Pamela just smiled.

"So Mike, how does it feel to raped, you fucking prick!"

"Come on don't cry shit-head; you asked for it. I'll quote you if you like: ""You're all the same you slags, dressed up in your sexy gear leading a guy on and then won't do what he wants. Bitches! Fucking bitches! Now get over here and suck my cock!" "

"Isn't that one of your favourite rants; well now you know how it feels!"

"See Mike, or shall we say Michele, you asked for it. You just sat there all dressed up like a whore and in the end Steve had to take what he wanted. Sure, just like me you capitulated and tried to get Steve off; especially when Auntie Doreen started stroking you. But now you realise rape really is a violent act and there is no pleasure to be had by the person being raped!" Pamela finished.

"I'm so sorry," Mike/Michele shuddered, trying to breath deeply to combat the excruciating pain in her groin.

She was crying and gasping for breath. Tears streamed down her face, her mascara running and her lipstick smeared all over her face. The makeup was mixed in with Steve's spend and as she felt the sticky mess start to dry on her face she felt degraded and ashamed.

"I'm sorry; please let me go now. I've learned my lesson and I'll never abuse another woman I promise," Michele sobbed.

Pamela replied from across the room, her voice slowly getting louder as she approached Michele from behind.

"I don't think you have learned your lesson Mike. In fact I think you are far from it; but I'm going to take part in your final punishment personally; to make sure you know just how much I hate you"

"After all it's only fair that I get to do that; you raped me remember?"

"I'm the Bitch you left raped and broken on the filthy ground in that alley with her panties stuffed in her mouth; you remember? You told me; and again I quote: "Thanks for the fuck; keep the money bitch,""

"Well this Bitch bites back Mike! I spent the money you threw on the ground beside me to buy you a present in fact. Now open those come caked eyes and see what the Bitch bought for you!" Pamela exclaimed and walked around the to the front of Michele.

Michele looked up and horror filled her; she screamed........"NNNNNOOOOOooooo!!!!!!"

"But Michele; I'm dressed just how you like your whores look!" Pamela teased.

What Michele saw when she opened her eyes was Pamela, still in her black corset and waist cincher; the suspender straps running from the garment down her plump thighs and attached to black seamed nylon stockings had now been adjusted slightly. The suspenders had been adjusted because protruding from the crotch of Pamela's bright red nylon panties was a huge black strap-on cock. Pamela rocked on her high heels and made the black rubber penis wobble inches from Michele's face.

"Remember what you did to me honey; well it's time for revenge; Steve, Auntie Dor, come and give Michele an attitude adjustment. You know what I mean; put her in an attitude that will allow me to use this on her," she smiled cruelly looking Michele right in the eyes.

Steve was standing to one side pushing his now flaccid cock back into his jeans. He zipped up and sauntered over.

"NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! Pulleeeese don't" Michele begged and tried to tear herself free of the bonds holding her in the chair.

"Oh fuck this!" said Steve and punched Michele in the face, knocking her out.

Michele woke up to the stink of chemicals; then she realised that Steve was waving smelling salts under her nose. At first she couldn't figure out what was going on; in fact she thought she was still Mike having a bad dream. Then it all came flooding back as she started to feel the throbbing pain in her balls and the ache in her jaw from Steve's punch.

She realised now that she had been let out of the chair in which she had been bound but was now in worse trouble. She was locked in a set of stocks that Doreen kept in an alcove corner of her basement dungeon. Mirrors surrounded all three walls of the alcove, front and both sides, so she could she exactly what was going on. What she saw terrified her.

She still wore the long-sleeved sheer nylon blouse and the black brassiere was still visible through the gauzy material. Now where the cuffs of the blouse ended, her wrists were thrust through the holes in the extremities of the stocks, her red painted whore's fingernails stood out against the black wood of the contraption as she tried in vein to pull her hands through.

The red lycra miniskirt she wore just covered the very tops of her thighs. Her legs, encased in the sheer taupe stockings held up by the black suspenders, continued to glisten in the harsh overhead light; they were spread apart by a stainless steel spreader bar attached to her slim nyloned ankles and she could only just balance on her bright red high-heels. Michele realised she could hardly move at all. She could just swivel her head up and down and from side to side to look in the mirrors, her wrists and ankles were firmly secured. Then she realised something else; she was not wearing any underpants. Michele looked up and saw Doreen, who was positioned just to one side of Steve. Doreen was holding the black satin panties she had been wearing earlier and swinging them around her fingers.

She looked to the mirror in front of her and noticed her face had been cleaned and her makeup had been reapplied. The blonde bob was still in place, her eyes were heavily made up with mauve and blue eyeshadow; black eyeliner outlined her heavily mascaraed lashes. Her foundation and face powder had been thickly reapplied and with heavy rouge and bright red lipstick she was again the whore 'Michele'. 

Then Michele remembered the last thing she had seen before Steve knocked her out; where was Pamela?

"Ok Pam, she's awake," Doreen called out.

"Well I guess it's time for the whore to pay her dues then; after all she's all dressed up and asking for it just like they all do; hey Michele?" Pamela teased as she approached from behind Michele. Michele looked in the mirror and saw Pamela approaching from the rear.

Michele saw the huge black rubber cock attached to Pamela and began to cry; she realised how vulnerable she was locked into the stocks with the spreader bar holding her feet far apart.

"Please, please don't," Michele pleaded, knowing she was in deep trouble.

"Yeah, that's it bitch; you say please! You say please and I might be nice, don't worry Pamela knows what you need," she growled.

"Sound familiar Michele? We are saying to each other the same words that we said to each other on that night you raped me in the alley; except this time our roles are reversed!"

"Ok Doreen; gag the cunt!" Pamela ordered.

Doreen stepped forward and shoved Michele's black satin panties in her mouth. As she tried to spit them out Doreen pushed them in further until Michele was effectively gagged.

"Now," Pamela whispered into Michele's ear, "the Bitch bites back!"

Steve and Doreen both sat down on a couple of chairs that Steve had dragged over and began to watch the show.

"As I said to Pam; revenge is a dish best served cold, and we have certainly planned this to perfection," Doreen whispered into Steve's ear and gave his muscular thigh a squeeze.

Michele watched in fear as Pamela clicked across the floor on her high heels and positioned herself behind her. She couldn't see much, other than Pamela moving in directly between her spread legs. Then she felt her miniskirt being lifted up and felt a cold wet substance being squirted between the cheeks of her arse. She just had time to realise that Pamela had lubricated her arsehole when she felt the hard rubber cock intrude inside her sphincter.

Michele wanted to scream with pain but the panties stuffed in her mouth prevented her from doing so. She heard Pamela grunt and heard the click of her heels as she rose up and down on the balls of her feet as she began to force the cold hard weapon deep in her arse. She thought the squeezing Doreen had given her balls had been the worst pain she had ever felt but this was far worse.

"Give it to the whore!" Steve goaded.

"Fuck that cock hungry slut!" Doreen provoked Pamela to push harder.

"OHHGGGHH!!!" Pamela grunted as she forced her groin forward and pushed the rubber strap-on dildo as far as she could up Michele's arse. Then she reached down and flicked a switch on the base of the strap-on and it began to fiercely vibrate. 

Michele felt her insides tear as the huge intrusive dildo ravaged her back passage. She wanted to scream but her panty gag prevented her from crying out. She started to cry again in pain and humiliation; her makeup running in rivulets downs her cheeks. It was bad enough that she was being raped; but to have Steve and Doreen watch and gloat was so degrading.

"Oh look Pam; she's doing the panda thing again!" Doreen exclaimed, "After all the trouble I that went too to fix up her makeup; the inconsiderate bitch!"

"Does it hurt your 'botty' Michele?" Steve laughed solicitously, "Don't you like a hard cock in your arse as much as you liked my cock in your mouth?"

Michele jerked and convulsed as she felt Pamela flick the switch that made the dildo vibrate in her behind. The pain was now almost unbearable and she thought she would pass out. Her back passage felt swollen and she knew that something in there was torn. When she thought it couldn't get any worse Pamela began to violently fuck her arse.

Pamela pounded the big black vibrating strap on dildo in and out of Michele's arse. The vibrating phallus pressing into Pamela's crotch through her nylon panties started to arouse her. She settled into a steady rhythm and concentrated on bringing herself off. She thrust in and out as hard as she could, both to punish Michele and to increase her own pleasure. Pamela started to spit obscenities at Michele.

"Yes Michele; take it honey; you know you need it," Pamela snarled into Michele's ear.

"Come on honey you need it don't you? Well let's see how bad you need it baby!"

"Remember those words you cunt; you said them to me while you raped me!

"You need it do you whore? Well here it is!" Pamela exclaimed and began to frantically rape Michele.

The thrusting and vibrating rubber cock was quickly bringing Pamela to orgasm. She had not expected this but she thought it only appropriate that as Mike had come when he raped her; she should come while she raped him.

Michele was now in agony as the hard rubber cock continued to violate her bowels; a slight pleasant tingle had started to grow in her prostate but the pain she felt overrode any pleasure she may be getting tenfold. She squirmed round and tried to move her arse away from her rapist but she couldn't move. All she could do was move her head and as she looked up into the mirror what she saw repulsed her.

Michele was standing spreadeagled tottering on her high heels, her long sleek stockinged legs forced apart by the spreader bar and her skirt was rucked up. Positioned between her sexy legs was a heavily made up chubby Goth vixen dressed in black lingerie, her sleek black seamed stockinged legs bent slightly as she balanced on her heels and fucked a hard black rubber cock in and out of her soft white arse. She was cursing and groaning.

"Take this you fucking bitch! I'm raping you back you cunt! I'm fucking your skag arse you whore!"

"And I'm commmmmmmming!!!!!!!!!!!"

Steve had been watching Pamela rape Michele and of course the inevitable happened; he became aroused and erect. He opened his fly and freed his hard chubby member and took Doreen's painted fingernailed hand and placed it around the turgid tool. Doreen began to absent-mindedly stroke Steve's cock; she was intrigued by what was happening before her eyes.

"My fucking god Steve, Pamela's actually enjoying raping that poor cunt!" she gasped.

"And I'm enjoying watching her too," Steve smiled as he hatched his own little plan in his head.

Then he saw Pamela begin to thrust in and out of Michele as hard and fast as she could and heard the obscenities she was screaming at Michele and he knew she was about to come. He made his own move and jumped out of his chair and moved it in front of Michele where she was locked in the stocks. He jumped up on the chair, his hard cock jiggling in the air as he held on to the stocks with one hand to keep his balance. Then with his other hand he began to furiously wank his cock in front of Michele's face. He looked down at her.

Michele was now silently sobbing; tears streamed down her cheeks as she weeped muffled cries into the satin panty gag that had been thrust in her mouth. She looked up and tried to implore Steve with her eyes but all she saw was his cock inches from her face as he stroked it and groaned with pleasure. His eyes were locked on hers but they displayed no pity, only lust. Michele's back passage was on fire; she could tell by the increased tempo of the ruthless fucking and by Pamela's grunts and groans that she was about to come. She just wished she would hurry before she exploded in pain. The monster cock was ravaging her insides and the crude vibrations only amplified the pain.

Then Michele felt Pamela drive the intrusive monster right up her, as far as it would go and push for all she was worth. Pamela was coming. Michele grunted in pain into the gag and screwed up her eyes. Then she felt the hot ropes of Steve's semen as he ejaculated in her face. She made the mistake of opening her eyes in surprise and a spurt of warm salty semen flew across her face and into her eyes. It stuck to her face and then dribbled down from her eyelashes and some of the viscous fluid went into her right eye and started to burn. Steve was moaning in ecstasy. 

"Take that you fucking rapist whore! Take my spunk you fucking cowardly crossdressed hag!" Steve cried as came.

Pamela was pushing her groin into Michele's buttocks as hard as she could. The vibrating phallus was sending waves of pleasure through her pantied crotch as she pushed hard against Michele's arse to force the base of the vibrating rubber cock against her clitoris. She spasmed and bucked as her orgasm consumed her. Her stockinged legs rubbed against Michele's nyloned thighs, adding to the gathering circles of pleasure that raced up and down her body as she climaxed. 

Her orgasm slowly subsided and she fell forward so that she was resting against Michele's imprisoned body. When she gained control of herself she pulled back viciously ripping the still vibrating cock from Michele's arse. A flood of lubricant, blood and other matter began to run down Michele's thigh and stain the top of her stocking. Pamela moved around to the front of Michele, the obscene strap-on phallus still pushed out in front of her like a lewd putrid figurehead.

Steve stepped down off the chair and pushed it back; his tumescent member hung out of his fly, the last drops of semen dripping from the gnarled knob.

Michele opened her one good eye, tears makeup and semen streamed down her face, the other remained closed due to Steve's semen still stinging her there. She was sobbing into the panty gag and obviously in tremendous pain. Pamela moved in and stood beside Steve.

"Was that good for you too bitch?" she asked sarcastically and ripped Michele's panties from her mouth.

Michele sobbed and moaned.

"Please.............no more!" she begged.

"Oh shut the fuck up!" Pamela spat back mercilessly. She took the black satin panties and wiped the last drops of semen from Steve's cock, cleaned the fetid mess of lubricant, blood and faecal matter from the strap on cock still attached to her crotch, and shoved the panties back into Michele's mouth.

She turned around to her Auntie Doreen and said, 

"I think I've finished with this bitch for now!"