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The Red Dress

By: KingDiamond74



As I was walking through the mall one Saturday, I spotted you walking out of The Wet Seal. I couldn't take my eyes off of you! Your full figure caught my eyes, and as I turned around to follow you, I immediately decided I had to have you! When I caught up with you, I began looking you over pretty well. Your blonde hair looked golden, and your dress hugged your body perfectly. Looking at the heels you wore told me you must have been wearing stockings! 

Suddenly you looked at me and caught me gazing at you. "Can I help you?" you ask me. 

"Sorry to bother you, but I was just overwhelmed by your beauty," I reply. You smile, look me over once, and turn and walk down the mall. Being relieved, I start following you again. My obsession to have you was getting stronger and stronger. Soon you turn and walk into another store. When I get to the door I see it's North Beach Leather. I look inside to find you. 

You've just found a red leather dress you wanted to try on. Evidently there weren't any workers out front to help you, so you took the dress into a corner dressing room and shut the door. Standing by a rack of leather jackets, I watch you in the dressing room. I see your dress falling to the floor as you step out of it. I can only imagine how you look! Then you step into the red leather dress. In a few minutes you come out and look into a bank of mirrors. 

My God, you looked so sexy! Your large breasts were virtually spilling out of the dress, and the leather hugged your round ass perfectly! At that moment I wished you were my wife! I was also amazed that I still didn't see a sales rep. Getting my courage, I decided it was now or never. I walked to a wall of clothes and picked out a pair of black panties and four blue leather rope-belts. Immediately after you walked into the corner dressing room, I walked in behind you. When I shut the door, you turned around and started to say; "What the hell..." and I grabbed you. I put my hand over your mouth, and you tried to scream. 

"Whack!" 

The sound was loud as I slapped your face. "Don't make a sound or you'll get hurt!" I whisper. "Oh my God..."

"Whack!" went another slap to your face. This time it shocked you. I grabbed your arms and twisted them behind you forcing your massive breasts to push against my chest. I knew you were about to scream or something, so I stopped and put the black panties in your mouth and tied one of the rope-belts around your nouth and neck, making a gag.

"Mmmmmmmmm," was all you could say, and I was satisfied. Next, I tied your hands and arms behind your back using successive clove hitches with the belt. Then I unzipped the leather dress and peeled it from your body. I began rubbing my hands all over your smooth body. I was getting turned on being in charge of the situation. Standing behind you, I reach around and caress your breasts. 

They feel so large and firm! I move my hands to your back and unhook your bra, letting your DDs fall free. I put your bra in my pocket because I want a memory of you. I put my thumbs inside your panties, and quickly rip them off of you. I also put them in my pocket. I put my hands on your shoulders; "Get on your knees you sexy whore," I whisper in your ear. You refuse. 

I grab a handful of hair, and slowly pull you down to the floor. You give in. I scoot the bench over to the middle of the floor so you can bend over it. I back away and am in awe at how sexy you look leaning across the bench. I unbuckle my belt and remove my slacks and Joe Boxers. I know time is critical, so I get behind you to fuck you good. But you've put your legs together and fight hard to part them. I try again, but to no avail. I take my belt and spank your ass. 

"Whack! Whack! Whack!" You try to scream but you can't. 

"Now spread your legs, wide!" You spread your legs as wide as you can. I tie them to each of the stool legs. Again I move in behind you. I take the belt and whack you again.

"Whack! Whack!" Your ass is getting deep red welts on it. I rub your ass with my hand and move it to your pussy. "Wow! You're already primed baby!" You're already wet and ready to go. I press my cock against your cunt, and in one motion, I thrust it all the way inside you. "Mmmmfffffff!" I hear you moan. I begin thrusting faster and faster. You're shaking your head from side to side. I continue spanking you with the belt, making you moan and whimper. 

As I'm fucking you, I reach around and place my hand over your mouth to keep you quiet. I drop the belt and grab your hips to assists my thrusts into your cunt. Faster and faster. Soon, I feel my cock beginning to throb and I know I'm about done. In one motion, I thrust all the way inside your cunt, slap you on the ass again, and grab your hair with my other hand to pull you back to me. 

Suddenly, my cock begins to spurt cum inside you. Spurt after hot spurt spewed deep in your cunt. I could feel your body go limp. After a minute, I pull out, and see some of the cum seep out of your pussy and onto the floor. I back away and dress. First I think about leaving you like that, but decide to let you go. I untie you and help you up. I turn you around toward me and bend down to suck your nipples...one then the other. You close your eyes again. I untie your arms and hands. 

"Baby, you were great!" I tell you. "I hope I get to have you again sometime." I grab the red dress and leave the dressing room. After you finish dressing, you walk out into the store. 

As you start to leave, a salesgirl comes up to you and hands you a box. "A gentleman bought this for you a few minutes ago." You took the box, smile, and walked out of the store and out into the crowded mall...

The Red Dress



Max and Trevor arrived back at the hotel shortly after 9 pm. The wedding went off without a hitch and they figured they'd sample a bit of the local night life before catching their flight home the next morning. 

They were both still impeccably dressed... gorgeous black tuxes, typical bridal party wear, turning heads as they made their way thru the lobby. As they passed one of the banquet halls, they'd noticed some kind of function taking place... quite a young crowd, compared to these two anyways... 

"The Prom. You remember being that young?" Trevor asked Max, as he took in the scores of couples clutching their dates... 

"If I only knew then what I know now, " Max replied. 

A very beautiful young blonde caught his eye, dressed in a stunning red dress virtually painted on. 

This goddess turned and met Max's gaze head on, catching him a little off guard. He smiled sheepishly as she tried to turn away, blushing charmingly as her date, Matt, returned to her side. 

Max nudged at Trevor that they'd better be on their way if they were going to make their last night on the town. They ushered themselves out swiftly, Max sending one more twinkling gaze at the blonde before he left, catching her smile. 

Steph couldn't help but feel as if on a cloud. She wore the dress in the hopes of turning a few heads, never imagining to flirt with a gorgeous older stud. Her mind raced with possibilities. He must be staying in the hotel, but where was he going? And dressed to kill... 

A slow song set came on and she danced closely with Matt, her body in his arms, but her mind sailing among the stars. He leaned in and tentatively brushed her lips with his, stealing a kiss... 

Their embrace grew in urgency, hands roaming over one another's bodies. This was a little out of character for Steph. Usually a bastion of control and good taste, she found herself quickly succumbing to the lust awakening inside her. As they continued their dance, they turned and she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, and yeah, she looked hot. 

Steph leaned in and suggested quietly that she and her date go to their room. The young man was only too eager to oblige... 

They were no sooner in the room then they started to tear at each other. Steph aggressively pushed him onto the bed and mounted him, undressing him with a devilish look in her eye. 

Matt was thrilled. Steph smiled as she removed his pants quickly and grabbed hold of his stiffening cock. She lowered her mouth to envelope his throbbing manhood, sucking desperately as he squirmed helplessly under her. Steph was in total control. At first long, slow strokes with increasing speed and fervor... 

There was no way he'd last. Her date's body began to stiffen as she devoured him whole, exploding deep in her mouth... 

Steph sucked it down hungrily, never relenting, feeding on his very soul. Matt passed out, spent for the night. 

Steph had discovered a power she could wield over men and she was about to spread her wings... 

She straightened herself up and made her way back down to the hotel lobby and sat down facing the front door, watching for guests arriving. After about 20 minutes, she noticed Max and Trevor return after their night of carousing. She stood and slowly made her way to the entrance, but not being so obvious that they'd notice her following. 

Max and Trevor entered the elevator and stood against the back wall. This was her chance. Steph couldn't believe she was about to be so bold, but at the last second, she made for the elevator and held her hand out to stop the door from closing. Her gaze met Max's immediately. As the elevator ascended, Trevor looked first at Steph then at Max, very aware of something brewing between the two. He just leaned back and prepared himself for the ensuing show... 

"Looks like u had a nice night, " Max said, noticing one seductive strand of golden locks trailing down her face. 

"It's still young, " Steph replied, her eyes saying everything else they needed to Max. 

Max stepped forward and pushed the run stop button on the panel, stopping the elevator between the fifth and sixth floors. 

Steph stepped forward, wrapping her arms around Max's broad shoulders. Her mouth found his, and they embraced like two long lost lovers... tongues dueling angrily in one another's mouths. 

Max was taken aback. He hadn't been with anyone as aggressive in a long time. He loved being the one taken for once. 

Steph pushed Max against the wall, pining her lithe body to his hard form, almost oblivious to Trevor, quietly watching the show before him. She reached down and wrapped her hand around his growing cock, as she fumbled with the other hand to undo his trousers. Max's cock fell out of his pants and she grabbed it with her tiny fist, barely able to wrap her hand around it. It was searing hot, throbbing in her hand, veins pronounced... She felt so powerful, ready to take Max to the heights of ecstasy and back. 

Trevor was getting eager to join in the fun. He undid his own trousers and started to stroke his considerably thick cock as Steph's mouth neared Max's. 

Max fell back against the wall as he felt the warmth of Steph's mouth embrace his cock. She sucked, and sucked, and sucked like a woman possessed. The look of bliss on Max's face, she knew she'd be able to have him on demand if she wanted. 

Max reached down and started pumping Steph's mouth at a frenzied pace, balls bouncing against her chin. He was on the edge, ready to flood her mouth, then he pushed her back off his glistening cock. Steph smiled. She knew he was no match for that mouth of hers. She looked to Trevor as her next victim. 

She pulled his hand off his cock and took him in her mouth, sucking even harder than on Max. Trevor's knees buckled as he exploded in her mouth. Steph couldn't believe how wet her pussy was. As Trevor struggled to compose himself, she pulled aside on the slit of her dress to reveal taut athletic thighs, the insides of which were soaked with pussy juice. She tauntingly fingered her clit as she looked Max in the eye again, daring him to take another shot at her. Max, not to be outdone, obliged. Max pinned Steph against the wall with her back to it and got on his knees. He lifted the hem of her dress and buried his face between her thighs, his tongue brushing softly against her now swollen clit. 

His tongue was maniacal. Steph's whole body rung with electric shocks as she spread her thighs further to pull Max's tongue deeper into her pussy. Trevor stood and worked his way behind Steph as his still hard cock ground against her firm ass. He reached around with either hand and released either breast from the confines of the evil red dress. 

Steph was in heaven. With the flurry of hands squeezing breasts, tongues licking at her clit, her own hands pulling Max's bald head into her sopping cunt, it wouldn't be long before they dragged a body wracking orgasm from this young beauty. 

Max was relentless. He licked, tasted, sucked and teased until Steph was just about out of her mind. She was now desperate to cum in Max 's mouth as a familiar warmth started to radiate throughout her body. 

Suddenly she convulsed uncontrollably. Max held on for dear life. First one jolt. Then a second. Then a third. A fourth. A fifth with decreasing intensity. Steph would have collapsed a quivering heap if Trevor wasn't still holding her up. 

Now Max still wasn't done with her. He took her in his arms and hoisted her onto his still throbbing, yet-to-cum cock, and lowered her slowly onto it. Steph moaned loudly as he felt him fill her, not completely convinced her dripping pussy could accommodate such a large cock. Max drove into her deeper and deeper, stretching this young woman, more so than she'd ever been before. 

Steph wrapped her legs around Max's back, still reeling from the force of her first orgasm. She was helpless. It was all Max lifting and setting her back down on his veiny cock, now dripping with her pussy juice. 

Max stepped back and shifted Steph as she wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling him tear into her over and over. She was beside herself with lust. She wanted him to fuck and fuck and fuck her right out of her mind, and she let him know in no uncertain terms. She squeezed her pussy whenever he was completely inside, milking him with each thrust... Max wouldn't last long now. Sweat poured from his forehead as he continued to feed Steph's pussy, driving even deeper and deeper than before. How on Earth did this young woman drive him to such lengths? He needed to cum inside her and make her his. 

He bit into her hard nipples and she bobbed up and down on his marinated cock. Never before had Steph encountered someone so hungry for her... It was intoxicating. The need, the lust, the desire... 

And she was satisfying him like no one ever had. She felt his body start to tense and knew he was close. She wrapped her legs tight around his back and squeezed, clutching his cock deep inside her. Max exploded deep inside her, filling her until his sauce leaked out and down her lovely thighs... 

Steph's angel eyes looked right into Max's, thru him in fact... he was hers body and soul, and she was his. 

Max let her down and they embraced hungrily again. Before he released the elevator button, he reached down and slid two fingers back into Steph's still soaked pussy, feeling the mix of their juices streaming out of her. "My name is Max by the way," he said. "For the next time we meet."



The Red Dress



Author's notes: This is a work of fiction. 

Special thanks to Jashet Hon and Candace. Their observations and suggestions made this a better story.

All persons involved in sexual activity are at least 18 years old.

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I'll be the first to admit, there's a lot I don't know. But late that afternoon, there were two things I did know.

First, it was hot. When I checked into the cheapest room I could find, the man on the lobby TV said it was 99 degrees and 95% humidity. But those numbers don't begin to capture how freakin' hot it actually felt. 

The motel was 1950's old-school – a single row of rooms, turning two corners to surround a square asphalt parking lot on three sides. I parked my car directly in front of my room. In the middle of the parking lot, there was an oasis of dead grass surrounding an empty concrete swimming pool, enclosed by a corroded chain-link fence, the gate secured with a padlock and rust. The fourth side of the property was bounded by a two-lane highway. 

Second, she was gone. Again. This time, probably for good.

This morning's argument wasn't the worst we ever had, just the latest. Not much different than the dozens that came before. We seemed to operate under a single rule: whoever said the harshest, cruelest thing was the winner. Ten minutes in, though, where she usually began to hit her stride with a burst of adrenaline and endorphins, she seemed to deflate. Instead of yelling louder, instead of focusing her creativity on inventing new, crueler insults, she just slumped over and barely whispered, "Just leave."

Nothing more. No inventive criticizing my family. No ingenious insulting my intelligence. No imaginative lashing out at my masculinity, no inspired disparaging my ability to feel normal human emotions. Nothing. She just looked tired. Worse, she looked older than her years. "Just leave."

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There was a diner across the highway. I set out toward it, but before I even crossed the road, I returned to my room – it was too hot, and I felt too alone, to eat. 

There didn't seem to be anyone driving toward town, only people leaving. I found myself thinking that maybe it was time for me to join them. She had been the only thing holding me here.

Based on the number of parked cars, the motel was less than half full. Based on where the cars were parked, the clerk was clever enough to place guests in every other room. Smart – the walls were paper thin, and using vacant rooms as noise buffers would reduce the number of complaints the overnight clerk would receive.

The TV in my room didn't work, so as midnight approached and I lay in the dark, I hadn't had a bow-tied weather idiot telling me what the "feels like" number was, or what the current temperature was. It didn't seem to have cooled much. The asphalt outside retained the day's heat, radiating it at my room like a quarter-acre-sized oven set to "broil" and forgotten. 

The TV wasn't the only thing broken. The a/c, for instance. It was one of those big bulky lumps under the window. They're always loud as hell, which is a good thing when it drowns out the sound of trucks whining by at 4 a.m. I've never understood how 18-wheelers sound louder on narrow highways, or how they can sound lonely as they pass, but they do.

This air conditioner seemed even louder than usual. That would have been fine if it blew cool air. For all the noise it made, though, it hardly blew any air at all. I tried all possible combinations of its controls. Nothing. I jimmied the cover off to see if there was a blockage I could fix. Nothing. What little air it did blow actually felt hotter than the ambient temperature, so I turned it off.

I opened the windows – the large one in front, and the tiny one over the shower/tub in the bathroom. I hoped the breeze wouldn't billow the drapes out from the window and deprive the room of visual privacy, but I needn't have worried – there wasn't any breeze.

Surprisingly, the room had a ceiling fan. Not surprisingly, it didn't work. I tried every combination of the two chains hanging from the motor and the switches on the wall. Nothing. I walked up to the office to complain, saying, "The sign says air conditioned rooms." 

The clerk said, "It's an old sign." 

When I glared at him instead of leaving, he reached under the counter and handed me an electric fan. I sighed and said, "Really?" He said, "Last one. You don't take it, the next guy will." 

I took it. It was old, but it worked. Black metal motor and stand, minimal black wire cage surrounding the blades, plenty of open space to stick your fingers in if you wanted to. It had a little round lever coming out of the motor, connected to the base with a flat metal arm. The lever spun slowly, swiveling the fan back and forth. The room had no nightstands, so the only place to set the fan was on the dresser next to the dead TV. I could hear it, its lonely drone rising and falling as it oscillated from side to side, but I couldn't feel any air moving. 

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A black hole of anguish in my chest told me that this time we were actually through. When I thought about it, though, my brain told my heart that it was wrong, we weren't, that she would never end things so sloppily. She would need things to be much more buttoned up. Maybe the word "goodbye" wouldn't be invoked, but she would need to do something far more final and demonstrative. We had many loose ends, and she wouldn't want to leave any. 

Meanwhile, I had no idea what the next move should be. I'm a doer, it's never been my style to sit back and leave things to the other person, but if the next move was mine, I had no clue what it should be. My inner voice though, said, that doing the wrong thing would be worse than doing nothing, so I did nothing. 

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Sleep would not come. I tossed and turned, tried to get my inner voice to shut the fuck up, and tried to reason with my body that sweating was just wasted effort – this hot, this humid, sweat didn't have any ability to cool. My body missed the point, and kept sweating anyway. I tried lying there in my boxers and a t-shirt, but it was so hot they felt like long johns and a winter parka. I tried lying there naked, but I was so sweaty the sheets clung to me, stifling me.

I went to get a bucket of ice so I could cool down by chewing on some, or maybe rub it on my chest. The ice machine was broken. I tried taking a cool shower, but the water was warm rather than cool, and I was sweating faster than the water could rinse it away. I finally lay back in bed in my boxers, resigned to no possibility of sleep.

A knock on my door woke me – I must have dozed. I glanced at the clock – 3 a.m.

"Who is it?" I said. No answer.

I opened the door. It was her. Wearing her red dress. Nothing with her – no suitcase, not even her purse. Just her. Wearing that dress. She knew it was my favorite. I glanced around the parking lot, and didn't see her car. I stared at her like she was an apparition, and if I looked away, she would disappear. She finally gestured inside the room, silently asking if I was going to reject her or invite her in. I stood aside, letting her enter.

I said, "Laura, I-" She cut me off by putting her finger across my lips. 

Her dress was simple, sleeveless, a rather conservative neckline in the front, but plunging halfway down her back. It was snug around her waist, flaring out slightly from her hips, hemmed above her knee – the classic little black party dress, only in Ferrari red. It was my favorite not because it was such an exceptional dress, but because it suited her so – it made her look even more spectacular than usual.

She couldn't have seemed more out of place in that cheap hell-hole. Even in the near-darkness, she radiated elegance, beauty, and class. Her hair coiled around her face like a Greek goddess, reflecting highlights from a light source I would have sworn wasn't there. 

Her face, though, which normally radiated care-free joy, showed all the stress and regret I felt, mixed with what might have been a vestige of hope. We had been through so much, she seemed to agree with me that if we just tried a little longer, worked a little harder, and found a way to get past the petty arguing, we could thrive. 

"What are you-" I began, and again she cut me off. She pushed me the few steps back to the bed, and shoved me back onto it. She stood over me, mired in indecision, her face a conflicted mix of self-doubt and desire. She took a tiny step toward the door, then stopped. Her face relaxed, and she seemed to have decided something important. 

She turned to me, slipped off her shoes, and stepped up onto the foot of the bed, standing over me. In a more elegant setting, with a plush, cushy bed, I'd have worried she would wobble and fall. She wasn't going to lose her balance on this one, though, it was hard as plywood – an old, worn-out mattress, no box springs. Her stance was solid. 

She unzipped the back of the dress, letting it fall off a shoulder. She pulled her arm out, and the neck sagged slightly, revealing a bit of her upper chest, the smooth, delectable skin that led to the best tits I had ever known. She shrugged off the other side, pulling her arm out of it.

She let gravity claim the neck, revealing the foothills of her breasts, but the dress still covered everything interesting, constrained by the zipper not being all the way down. It was almost too perfect – had she rehearsed that in front of a mirror? A droplet of sweat trickled down her neck. I followed it on its downward trek until it disappeared between the hints of the twin swells below.

She reached behind her and unzipped to the waist, allowing the front to slump a little further. She paused, as if undecided whether to continue, but I think this "uncertainty" was pretend, a little bit of play-acting intended to pique my interest. It was unnecessary, she already had my undivided attention. She bounced lightly on her heels, the visible surface of her breasts rippling enticingly.

She reached across her chest behind the sagging fabric, cupping one boob and covering the other with her arm. She allowed the neckline to slump to her waist, revealing that she wasn't wearing the usual strapless bra that went with this outfit. Carefully keeping her tits covered, she cupped them both, pushing them together, exaggerating her ample cleavage. She turned her back to me, and raised both hands to her hair, fluffing it back off her neck. She slowly turned back to face me, her arms at her sides. Her face was neutral. I couldn't read her feelings from it, but I wasn't exactly looking at her face. 

I admit, I stared – her tits are wondrous things. Not the biggest I've ever seen, but by far the nicest, elegantly round, firm but soft, topped with large pink nipples that were perfectly centered. They always looked better than I remembered – I never understood how they did that. Every time I saw them they took my breath away like I was seeing them for the first time. 

They were glad to see me, too – her nipples stood at full attention. She bounced on her heels again, causing them to ripple alluringly. If she did that for my benefit, I hope she knew she didn't need to, but I don't think she was aware she was doing it, I think it was sheer nervous energy. 

She bent over, grasped my boxers by the waist, and pulled them off – she needed to see the effect her strip-tease was having on me. She needn't have worried, I was already hard as a steel spike. I think she would have left if I wasn't.

She clasped her hands behind her back, and stood stock still, giving me the opportunity to feast on the view I had of her chest. I think she was indulging herself as well, taking a long moment to revel in the power she had over me. She knew I had no idea what she was planning next, that I was dying to know whether it would stay purely visual or if there would be any touching.

She stood there, unmoving, her hands locked behind her back. Her stillness was an illusion, though, she must have lowered the zipper the rest of the way, because the dress began falling, glacially slow.

My eyes feasted on her waist, the graceful curve that reversed and completed the sweeping arc of her hips. It was the sexiest S-shape in the world, and she had two of them, perfect mirror images of each other. I loved kissing her there. It led to her soft, flat tummy, and from there directly down to the delight of her slit. All that aside, beholding her waist was its own reward, and I never tired of it.

Her dress began to clear her hips, revealing only nakedness – no panties. She held her cupped hand in front of her sex, shyly shielding it from view as the dress slipped past it. When I realized that she had been commando the whole time, my cock twitched in appreciation. She probably thinks she hid the trace of a smile that crossed her face when she saw that, but I noticed. 

She let the dress fall to the bed and kicked it to the floor. She turned away from me, placed her hands on her knees and arched her back, thrusting her butt at me. Her ass was another miracle of femininity, magnificent, graceful perfection, two delicious orbs topped with glorious sacral dimples. She swung it from side to side, a sinuous, teasing hoochie-coochie dance. I was mesmerized by the rippling of her muscles as she swayed, wavering to a sensuous slow song that only she heard. Her smooth skin shimmered, perfect highlights glinting off an iridescent film of sweat.

She dropped her hands to her sides and turned to face me, continuing to sway elegantly, revealing that she had shaved what she called her "lady parts." That spoke volumes. I love that look, always have, and had asked her many times to do it for me. She had always refused. I tried to beam "thanks" into her eyes from mine, but when my gaze met hers, she rolled her eyes and looked away. 

She was completely shiny smooth, no landing strip, no racing stripe, no dot, diamond, or triangle remaining. Her slit was a bit of an "outie," with a tiny pink hint of crinkly inner lips peeking out from between her smooth labia. I admit, I stared – it was about the sexiest thing I'd ever seen.

She arched her back and joined her hands behind her head, stretching her tummy, thrusting her breasts up at the ceiling. She had never been shy about being naked around me – doing weekend chores around the house, sunning in the back yard, camping if there was no one around, and at the beach sometimes even if there were a few people around. She wasn't an exhibitionist, just uninhibited – a free spirit. Her nudity had always been natural, an extension of the moment, nothing prurient about it. 

This was different – this was stripping, and she was doing it solely for my arousal. She appeared to be enjoying herself, but she also seemed self-conscious to be showcasing her charms so blatantly. It made her look far more exposed than merely naked, and it made my cock so hard it throbbed.

I lay on the bed with my feet apart, and she stood between them. She used her feet to nudge mine together. She gazed intently at me again, seeming to cross another barrier in her mind. She slowly slumped to her knees, straddling my shins. 

She leaned forward, supporting herself with her hands on either side of my hips. We touched only where her thighs contacted my lower legs. She leaned further down, brushing her breasts across the tops of my thighs. She swayed slightly, left and right, her tits swinging sensuously side to side. They barely brushed my thighs, teasing them, skin faintly touching bare skin, hardening her nipples into tiny little bullets.

She lowered her face, flexing her arms in a half-pushup. She captured the head of my cock in her mouth. She sucked, and swirled her tongue around the underside of my glans – she knows that drives me wild. She sucked and swirled, swirled and sucked, and sucked and swirled some more, shrinking my universe to nothing but her mouth, her tongue, and the head of my cock. 

She didn't take any length in, just the tip. The intoxicating tingle of the the suction and the incessant swirling was surpassed only by the luscious warmth of her mouth. It welcomed me inside, letting my dick know that it was home, one of two places on earth where it belonged more than anywhere else. I wanted – I needed – to bury it in its other natural home between her legs, but that would have to wait – it didn't seem to be on her agenda yet.

She let me escape her mouth with a sharp pop, and crawled forward, inching up the length of my body. I was enthralled, consumed with desire for this magnificent creature. The sweat drenching my body was rude and crude, but somehow the sheen covering her was alluringly feminine. It made her look like a lingerie model, her body delicately and precisely sprayed with designer droplets to emphasize the perfection of her curves. 

She placed her hands on my upper arms and leaned forward, lightly pinning me to the bed, immobilizing my arms. I longed to cup those sumptuous breasts, caress them, roll the nipples between my fingers, feel them stand at attention under my directive, but at the angle she confined my arms, I couldn't reach them. I could easily have overpowered her, escaped her confinement, flipped her over, and had my way with her, but she clearly wanted to do the driving. I willingly surrendered the moment to her – I was sure that whatever she was planning, whether it was a premeditated script or she was making it up as she went along, it would surpass anything I could come up with. 

She arched her back, presenting her breasts to my face. I leaned forward, but she hovered just out of reach, her nipples fractions of an inch from my mouth. I strained to kiss them, to suck them, but she kept her distance. By stretching my tongue to its limit, I could just reach the tip of a nipple. At first touch, a tiny squeak escaped her throat, and a single droplet of sweat oozed from her little bud onto my tongue. Saltiness never tasted so sweet. 

She hovered where I couldn't reach her with my lips. By straining with the tip of my tongue, I could flick it rapidly over the energized little diamond. She moaned in pleasure, letting me romance it with vibration, then she pulled it away. She presented me with the other one, gifting me with another drop of lady sweat. Rather than pulsate over it, I circled it slowly, caressing it with the slightest of touches, feeling it react to the tenderness.

She straightened her arms, pulling her chest out of reach, continuing to press herself onto my biceps, pinning me to the mattress. She rolled her hips, locating the base of my cock with her slit. She settled over it, straddling the roundness of my shaft with her cleft. She massaged me, mashing her clit onto the base of my rod. She rocked her hips ever so slightly, pressing down on me, sliding faintly along the base of my hard-on. I peered into her eyes, but although they were open, they were unfocused, unseeing. 

Her pussy glowed against the underside of my dick where it touched – it felt almost nuclear it was so hot. I couldn't help myself – I began to thrust, trying to sink my poor frustrated cock into her. She ended that by lowering all her weight onto my hips. She waited until she was sure I had settled down to resume her rocking motion. She gradually lengthened it, eventually tracing the full length of my rod with her moist warmth, from the base of my balls to very near the tip.

She worked herself into quite a frenzy. That small amount of friction wasn't going to come close to getting me off, but it did the deed for her. I was entranced watching her as she began to cum. It seemed to surprise her. She ground down onto my rod even harder, and began to quiver fiercely. She abandoned stroking my full length, but kept me centered between her lips, vibrating her clit directly down on me. Her concentration was total – eyes half closed, mouth half open, face completely slack.




The Red Dress



As the wave of her orgasm receded, she slumped forward across my chest. She rested her head under my chin and kissed my shoulder. It only took a nanosecond to realize it was too hot to be that close, and she raised up off me. 

I expected her to roll off me and turn to go to sleep. She was rarely ever interested in a second tumble, no matter how intense the first one was, no matter how badly I made it clear I wanted it or needed it. And yes, whether or not I had cum yet – she didn't leave me high and dry often, but she had, more than once. She would tell me later that her orgasms are so intense that she felt completely drained, that to her it felt more like passing out than choosing to go to sleep.

She surprised me – she began rubbing herself across the length of my cock again. This time, though, it was just to be sure I was still hard. Yup, I definitely was. She released one of my upper arms as she lifted her hips off mine. She gave the palm of her hand a long, wet slurp and surrounded my dick with it, coating the head with saliva. She stroked me slowly, and positioned my tip at her entrance. I began to press up into her – I desperately needed this – but she whispered, "Stop." I stopped. "Me," she rasped, and returned her hand to constraining my bicep.

She took me in slower than I thought possible, never pausing, moving continually, but in miniscule amounts, eighth inch by eighth inch. It seemed like hours went by, and she still only surrounded half of my length. That half, though, was in ecstasy, confined by such all-encompassing tightness and warmth it felt like our union had achieved critical mass and gone nuclear. Bit by bit, moment by glacial moment, she lowered herself further, welcoming each fraction of an inch of my radioactive rod into her reactor core. 

After a month, or maybe it was ninety seconds, she bottomed out. I've never felt my cock in such a perfect place as her quim that night. I mean, I knew that she and I fit together better than anyone I'd ever known, but that night was the ultimate. She seemed to feel it too. When she reached the bottom, she froze – no motion of any sort, just luxuriating in how perfectly I filled her, how flawlessly her pussy enveloped my cock, and how they smoldered together.

Almost imperceptibly, she began rocking her hips forward and back. That motion does wonders for her, giving her clit pressure and release, but it doesn't do much for me – what I need is the friction from actually sliding in and out, and this motion provides none of that. I've always been willing to indulge her, though, let her get started this way, as long as we end up with some actual fucking. 

Aside – we've argued several times about the meaning of the word "fucking." She says whenever a dick is inside a pussy, that's fucking. I say no, fucking is when the dick enters and exits the pussy repeatedly. A dick can be inside a pussy without any fucking at all. 

This time, I didn't have to wonder or wait. On her own, she escalated her rocking into true thrusting, slipping deep onto me and pulling off. She drew all the way out to the tip, and slid all the way down to where my pubic bone met hers. She picked up speed, her thighs making a sharp slapping sound against mine, providing the perfect percussive emphasis to the intensity of our coupling. "THIS... is... fucking," I moaned between huffs and puffs, "at... its... best."

"Unnnh hunnh," she semi-whispered, clinching her lower lip between her teeth. The view I had was amazing – her tits hung down, swaying in time with her thrusting. Between them I could just make out my cock disappearing into her pussy, her smooth vulva pressing my short curly hair flat, then withdrawing and letting it spring back. When she'd pull off me, her inner lips grasped my cock and peeked out from between her labia, looking – and feeling – like they were sucking me as they released my length.

I leveraged my elbows away from my chest, and with her hands still firmly grasping my upper arms, her arms widened also, lowering her upper body. I spread them as far as I could, and her nipples dragged lightly across my chest. She began moaning, deeply, softly, continuously, almost a feline growl.

Her thrusting reached a manic level. She raised up and repositioned her hands on my chest, giving her the leverage to thrust even harder. She tilted her head down, her chin almost touching her chest, her forehead almost touching my shoulder. Her hair, the only part of her not drenched in sweat, brushed my upper chest. It was a delicate touch to a union that was anything but delicate. Her jaw clenched, and she threw her head back and began cumming again, howling softly like nothing I'd ever heard before. Her orgasm was so powerful her pussy clamped down on my cock like a vise, then released, again and again, harder than I'd ever felt, trying to pinch my cock off at various points as it penetrated her and retreated.

She rode this one longer than I'd ever seen, willing it never to end, but eventually it did. She rolled off me, coiled into a fetal position, facing me, her howl reduced to a low, guttural hum, pulsing as she fought to regain her breath. Her hair was a stringy mess, she was soaked in perspiration, and her arms and legs were splayed in random awkward angles, but in that instant she was about the most graceful, beautiful creature I'd ever seen. It was a perfect moment, with one tiny exception – I still hadn't cum. 

I was going to wait a few seconds, then pull her up on her knees and take her from behind, but she wasn't through driving, and she wasn't through surprising me. 

She repositioned herself with her face at my waist, and as slowly as she'd taken me into her pussy, took me into her mouth. I was astounded – she had always refused her mouth to me when I was covered in her honey. I never knew if it was the actual taste that repulsed her, or the idea of it. It doesn't matter, the result was the same. She would begrudgingly finish me orally, IF I would get up and thoroughly wash, but even then she never let me cum in her mouth – the taste again, I assumed. When she felt me getting close, she'd leave me covered in a thick coating of saliva and finish me with her fist. It was always very unsatisfying – I mean, I'm a guy and it was release, so it was great, but her reluctance, her revulsion, always felt like rejection to me.

Whenever I gave her oral, it was always with enthusiasm – I love eating her, but she had never returned any of that passion to me. Amazingly, this time she actually seemed to want me in her mouth. She slid down over me, and as I hit the back of her throat, she hummed with desire. She actually felt eager. She pulled off, all the way to the tip, still humming, and plunged back down over me. She took me in again, quickly, almost frantic, seeming to need to repay all the energy I had ever given her. 

Her unexpected zeal finished me off. "I'm cumming," I warned. I desperately wanted to cum in her mouth this time, feel her accept my release, but I knew she wouldn't allow it. She hummed louder in response, "Mmm hmmm," but didn't pull off, just sucked harder, plunged faster. I tried to hold back, strained to avoid disgusting her, but I couldn't. I began to launch my load into her mouth, my cock throbbing, every muscle in my body tensing, every nerve overwhelmed with pleasure.

Amazingly, she didn't merely continue sucking, she sucked harder. She didn't simply continue plunging over me, she stroked faster. When I had no more jizz to give her, she hummed at a lower pitch, slowed her stroking, and concentrated on the tip, sucking steadily, swirling her tongue on the underside. I felt immortality in her lips, I felt eternity on her tongue. That moment, the moment she gave me, was the closest I ever came to experiencing heaven on earth.

I braced myself for her to spit into her hand, or maybe onto the sheet, or over the edge of the bed, or jump out of bed to spit into the sink or the toilet. I hate it when women do that, it reeks of rejection, it's a terrible way to end the magical moment of cumming. To my amazement, she stayed there, nibbling on the tip of my cock, giving it butterfly kisses, nipping it with her lips and the tip of her tongue as my hard-on melted away.

I assumed she held my gooch in her mouth, enduring the taste she had always avoided. The penny didn't drop until she slid up beside me, resting her head on the sad motel pillow, her mouth agape as she worked to catch her breath. I finally realized, dumbfounded, that she had swallowed, something I was sure she would never do.

It was too hot to cuddle or spoon – we'd have to snuggle with our eyes. We settled facing each other, our bodies nearly touching. I caressed her waist, but for only a moment – too hot. My toes lightly touched hers, and we gently intermingled our fingers – that's all the closeness we could stand in the oppressive heat. 

I heard her breathing deepen, and felt mine doing the same. As I drifted toward sleep, I thought of all the things she did tonight that she'd never done before: shaving so beautifully smooth, stripping for my arousal, taking me in her mouth with her nectar still on me, letting me cum in her mouth, swallowing. I felt the deepest tenderness for her I'd ever felt – for her effort, for the personal hurdles she overcame, for showing me that she wanted us to get past our difficulties as much as I did, and for demonstrating that she'd meet me halfway to assure our future.

It was one magnificent make-up fuck. She sighed deeply and squeezed my hand. I lightly kissed her forehead. The last thing I heard as I drifted off to sleep was another, deeper sigh.

: : : : :

I awoke, and saw it was 7:15. It was already hot. I reached for her, and her place in the bed wasn't even warm. It was cool – the first cool I felt in that hell-hole.

I thought for a moment she might have gone for coffee – there was a free pot in the office, with small Styrofoam cups and powdered creamer. It would be awful, but hey, free is free.

Then I saw it. Near the bathroom door, hanging from a cheap metal rack that served as the "closet," on a single wire hanger. Her red dress. My favorite. 

She left it. She had arrived with nothing but the dress and shoes – what had she worn when she left the room? I didn't know... What I did know was, it was freakin' hot, and that wasn't a make-up fuck, it was goodbye. This time, she was truly gone.

: : : : :



The Red Dress



Spilled a little cappuccino on my white skirt. The brown stain spreads like a sunspot, an areola. The waiter glances back at my discomfort with a contemptuous smirk. I smile back sharply, an unspoken fuck you. My nails tap impatiently at the green patio table. Don't know what I am waiting for. 

Fuck I just bought that skirt, dry clean only. 

I have a good view of Richmond Street from my seat on the patio. I take off my shoes to let my bare feet feel the scorching cobblestone. A small man in a gray suit drops a cigarette into his coffee cup and takes a sip. Did that just happen? Shake my head and pull out my own crumpled pack from my small handbag. The smoke halos around my red hair, obscures my features like a murderer in the fog. 

Just as I finish the first puff, my cellphone rings, the tinny notes grating on my worn nerves. It's Tom. I ask him how he got this number. He laughs cruelly and demands that I give him back the ring. I say that I lost it down the drain. Hang up before he can call my bluff; this morning I pawned the engagement ring he gave me. Only got twenty dollars. 

Five grand my ass, Tommy.

The smell of car exhaust is choking me; air thick with the stench of modern day living. My feet swing freely under the table, and I absently pick at a blue napkin, ripping out little faces, crumple them up. Stub out my cigarette in the overflowing ashtray-where is that fucking waiter? Grin at the thought of him and Tom making out late at night in the middle of Victoria Park, unshaven faces rubbing together like the legs of crickets. 

A tall blonde woman in a dark red dress interrupts my daydream. Across the street, now crosses to this side. Her legs are smooth, recently waxed. She's probably bald between her thighs. Her lips are pencil thin. Confident words spill out of that mouth, I can tell by the way she carries herself. I look down to my lap at the now set coffee stain. 

I wonder if it would show if my skirt was red. 

She strides onto the patio, her tall black stilettos clicking off the pavement. Sits at a table opposite mine. She stares straight through me while ordering a double espresso. I notice that the waiter is considerably more polite to her. Take a sip from my now cold cappuccino, as she receives her order. The waiter pointedly ignores me as he passes by. Take perverse pleasure in the thought of hurling the cup at the back of his fastidiously styled head, his blood dancing off concrete. 

The woman has noticed my malicious smile. I look down quickly; my illicit fantasy has been observed, invaded. 

I glare at the butts littering the clear glass ashtray. Peek up. Good she isn't looking at me any more. Her breasts are firm, not large but still full. Eyes cold grey, filled with dark pooling irises. The dress is cut low at the top. She's wearing a push up bra, black lace fringe poking up under the red fabric. I feel tightness below the silk of my own bra; my nipples are hard, tense. Are hers? I blush at the thought. Oh shit, I hope she didn't see that. I know how red I get when I'm embarrassed.

Or horny.

She reaches down into a slim red handbag. Pulls out a gold cigarette case and takes out a long smoke. Bitch sticks. That's what Tom used to call them. Lights it with a Zippo shaped like a pistol. Cute. Her panties probably have Winnie the Pooh on them. No, they'd definitely match her bra. She's too…complete to be that iconoclastic. The lighter is an anomaly. 

A cab tears through a red light on Central ave. Almost hits a young man in a Tommy Hilfiger jacket. He flips the bird to the oblivious cabbie already en route to an unknown destination. Turns his head in the direction of the woman. And myself. I notice the young man has a hard on. Is it the woman, the red dress or the close encounter with mortality that has awakened his desire? 

A gauzy image of the woman and i giving this anonymous man a blowjob pops into my head. She focuses on his glans and shaft, while I tackle his shaven balls. Get the skin between his sack and his asshole slick with my spit. 

I have lit another cigarette. I don't remember doing so. The woman in red is gone. I feel momentary panic. Wait, she's back. Must have gone to powder her nose.

My relief is startling. So is the cum that has soaked my cotton g-string. The waiter chooses this moment to disrupt my discomfort. Order another cappuccino. He saunters off before I can ask for a fresh ashtray.

Bastard.

The red dress is short and form fitting; if she bent over I could tell if she is wearing a thong or not. Possibly even catch a peek of the fabric. Silk or cotton? Silk. I'm certain of that. She sips on her espresso delicately, licks her lips softly after swallowing. She would do the same after choking down a load of cum. Would not spit it out.

The summer heat is making me sweat. My yellow tank is stained under the armpits. Stuck tight to my back. The woman looks as if she walked off the set of a deodorant commercial; cool and dry like arctic tundra. 

Our eyes lock.

It's as if she can read my thought, my desires. She pulls a wayward tuft of blonde hair put of her face. Her lips curl at the side slightly into a sensuous smile. My smoke has burned down to the filter. I toss the scorched butt onto the ground. 

Fuck the ashtray. 

Want to get up, walk over to her table. She will ask if I would like to have a seat. I accept her offer. As I am getting seated, our hands will accidentally brush together, and the sexual current that flows is pure primal electricity. Makes me want to taste her lipstick, her mouth, her pussy. We will languish in the small comfort of small talk for a few anguished minutes. Then I will casually ask her if she would like to come back to my apartment. I expect her to be taken aback by my boldness.

She smiles and asks if I live close to here.

The image is shattered like glass by the appearance of a solid, well-groomed man at her table. She flashes a huge come-fuck-me grin at him. Stands up. They kiss greedily, shamelessly.

Of course a woman like her wouldn't be drinking espresso alone. 

The waiter brings me my now forgotten second cappuccino. I pay for both, gather my things and get up. I turn to leave, but at the last second I decide to walk over to their table. They don't notice me at first, caught in a moment only lovers know. 

'Excuse me', I say timidly. 

'Yes?' 

Her voice is thick, sensual, like caramel. 

'Where did you get that dress?' 

The woman looks at my round face, at my set in eyes. 

'I bought it from a small shop just north of here. The west side of Richmond by Pall Mall Street.' 

The statement is dismissive. I thank her and apologize for bothering her and her…friend. She gives me one last look, and I leave.

Down the street from the coffee shop, a young girl with greasy unwashed hair is hunched over, seated with her back against a convenience store wall. A small, battered paper plate with coins scattered over it sits in front of her. She is buried under pounds of heavy clothing, even though it is sweltering outside. Wonder if she is still alive. 

As I pass by I reach into my purse and pull out some small change. The coins clink onto the plate. Don't care if she appreciates my tiny bit of charity. Walking away, I hear a world weary voice, jaded well before its time. 

'She wanted you, too.' 

Startled, I look back. The girl is gone. Was she ever really there? 

Disturbed and strangely aroused once more, I run back in the direction of the coffee shop, not caring how ridiculous I look. Stumble onto the patio; almost fall on my face.

The woman in the red dress and her male companion are no longer there. I ask the waiter what direction they left in. He glares at me warily and threatens to call the police. I retreat, proverbial tail between my legs. I am ashamed of my brashness. 

I feel consumed by the memory of the woman. Her legs…and what was in-between them; what I never knew.

Walk unconsciously in the direction of the store. She didn't tell me its name. Or hers. Find myself floating down the street, my thoughts a violent kaleidoscope. As I reach Pall Mall I see the dress in a window display. I gasp, losing my breath then catching it. 

Enter the door, wind chimes singing above the entrance. 

'Can I help you?' 

The salesgirls' offer of assistance is terse, insincere, and yet I accept it. 

'Yes, I would like to try on the red dress in the window.' 

She looks at me as if I asked her to lick my ass. Sorry honey, you're not my type. 

'It's very expensive,' she sniffs.

I look her square in the eyes. 

'I have money.' The cold lie is empowering.

The salesgirl stalks over to the display, takes down the red dress. 

'You have to leave your bag with me.' 

The haughty smirk on her face would have bothered me earlier; I shrug indifferently and pass her my purse. She hands me the dress; unlocks the change room door. 

I walk in, surrounded by distorted images of myself, holding the red dress. Mirrors cover all four walls of the small cubical. Hang up the dress slip off the tank top; unzip my skirt. They fall to the floor, like shed skin. I step out of the pile of clothes, smile a thousand times. I look deranged in my half naked ecstasy. I am a new creature, a secular goddess reborn in multiple brazen images. 

I unhook my bra; add it to the rest of my clothing. My breasts are large, full, like melons. Nipples solid, freed from frilly restraint. I pinch hard. The pain sends icy sensation throughout my nervous system. I am glowing like a phoenix, white hot. 

Stick one finger below the hem of my panties. Navigate through the trimmed pubic hair. I am drenched, sopping. I take the dress from its wire hanger; place it over my head. Glides on like a condom and merges with my flesh. I am the woman at the coffee shop: confident, apathetic to judgment and evaluation. 

My desire is a raging tiger; feline intensity makes me purr. 

Reach up below the dress and draw aside my thong. My fingers play my pussy like a violin, sweet music enveloping the shop. They travel from my clit to my ass, leaving no space untouched between. Shove in one finger, then two; finally my entire hand is up my cunt, prompting a low moan to escape my mouth. Every inch of my frame becomes an erogenous zone. Each mundane occurrence from the past few hours now seems intensely erotic. 

I am shameless, proud of my deviance. 

The salesgirl knocks on the thin door, asks if I'm all right. Her voice seems miles, years away. I am too intent on quenching the thirst of my lust to pay attention to her shrill suspicion. I sense the heat coming to a boil, overflowing onto the carpeting. Drowns the store and the coffee shop; washes away the waiter and his condescension. Even the memory of Tom is submerged beneath the crushing wake of my release. My body is numb; my power is wholly spent.

The red dress is soaked. 

Pull it over my head, hang it back up. Retrieve my bunched up outfit from the floor. Dressed in my own clothes again, I exit the change room. The salesgirl intercepts me before I can make my escape. She hands me my bag.

'So how did the dress fit? Do you want to purchase it?'

A measured smile spreads across my face before I reply.

'I'm sorry. It's just not me.'



The Red Dress



Baseball. Hot dogs. Apple Pie. Mom. We have all heard these little homilies used to describe classic Americana; the things, big and small, that make us what we are. But what about that OTHER quintessential American tradition? No, not sleazy talk shows; SHOPPING! What could be a more red-blooded, all-American tribute than taking to the malls on a whim and a charge card?

There I was at Water Tower Place, in the shadows of the John Hancock Building on a sunny Saturday afternoon. I had already survived the trauma that was finding parking in the underground lot. I decided to take the Grand Tour; start at the Atrium Level, work my way up floor by floor, and see EVERYTHING! There was all the usual stuff; the big retailers on the Ground Floor, Banana Republic (cute, if 'trendy' is your thing), and the usual assortment you would find at Oak Brook Center, Woodfield, or Old Orchard. I tried to contain my excitement as I rose, floor by floor, through the structure. I said I wanted to see everything, but I really only wanted to see one store. You know the chain. You may have visited their web site or seen their catalog. If you are lucky enough to live in one of the few, select cities beyond their headquarters in San Francisco, you may have even visited their store. That would be one store per city; they aren't McDonald's and don't set their sights for that demographic.

Seventh Level. I'm here; it's right down at the end of the esplanade - oddly enough, right across from McDonald's. The similarity ends there. Step through the door - slowly, reverently - and...INHALE! There are certain aromas which the average nose can distinguish - and recognize - above all others. Some are genuinely pleasurable. A few generate real excitement. One, in my mind, elicits an instant, primal hunger; leather! In an age dominated by latex (erotic in its own right) and a plethora of lesser, synthetic fabrics, the look, feel, and scent of fine leather is a contact high. No place is as ripe with that high as this one.

Where to begin? I could spend an hour, a day, a lifetime in this store alone. When I said I wanted to see everything, I really meant everything in here. Wait. Hold the phone. WHAT IS THAT? Right there, across the floor, near the entrance to the rear salon, on one of the "traffic stopper" display racks.... I have never seen anything that beautiful. No sleeves, no straps, no kidding; a bustier-style fitted dress, not quite knee-length. There is a full-length zipper in front. God, it's a two-way zipper; it zips down from the top and up from the bottom! The dress is ribbed, expandable in the waist, like the waist of a motocross jacket - to make it fit the wearer that much more snugly. Damn, that bodice is cut deep; with the right strapless demi-bra - better still, a corset - it will really put my D-cups on display. It is so soft, so smooth. I adore the lambskin they use in their garments. What is this color called? "Lipstick Red"? Oh, yeah, Honey; I am there!

What was that? Did you hear it? No, Dummy; the voice. You MUST have heard it. It sounds like a child, a little girl's voice. There it is again! What is she saying?

"Cher-y. Buy me. Take me home. Love me, Chery."

Don't do this to me; I'm trying to be good! What size is it? I'm sure I'm safe. It's probably a Size 0, designed for one of those anorexic angels from Lake Forest or Highland Park. It's an 8? Dear...sweet...Jesus; it's my size! What is this, the Twilight Zone? I don't know. I don't care. Don't talk to me. I'm doing this! (snatch) Where's the counter? Where is a damn associate when you really need one? Forget the light, breezy chit-chat, Buster; RING IT UP!

I closed my eyes and signed the check; $325, plus tax (It doesn't seem like much now. Then again, it would be twice that price today.). Zip; into the garment bag. Zip; out the door. Are there other stores in Water Tower Place? Not today, Bud. I just developed an acute case of Tunnel Vision. All I can see is the path to the escalator, my car in the parking lot, and the most direct route up the ramp, onto the street, and home!

No, not home yet; I have to get shoes! I'll stop at Wild Pair. This is gonna be tough. Black is black; I can match that all day. Just try to match the same exact shade of red! I don't believe it! Look at these pumps. Pointed toe, ankle strap, five-inch silver metallic heel. This color is gonna be close! I'll just slip the hem out from under the bag and.... (sigh) This IS the Twilight Zone. I think I'll take up permanent residence here. What's another $50 between friends? I'm in The Zone! (giggle)

Saturday Night in the Big City. All dressed up and nowhere to go? Uh-uh, Honey; I know EXACTLY where this girl is going! I was right; the corset makes it. I measure 40-24-36. That pushes the dress to the limits up top - or not. All I have to do is unzip an inch or two - or three. There, that's better. It shows off my boobies even better, too. Daring enough for you, Sugar? I'm wearing stockings, not pantyhose; the corset's garters have to have something to do, and even a slut has principles. I'll leave the tights to the suburban hausfraus.

I'll be ready soon. My makeup is already done. I've done my eyelids in dark blue with pearlescent white highlights to compliment my azure eyes. Lashes? Black - and intense. Eyeliner? Liquid black; a wide swath, extending from the inside corner to well past the outside corner. Blush? Dark in the hollows, pearlescent white on the crest. Lips and talons? As red as the dress. You want subtlety? Go down to Division Street. Just don't let any of those Yuppie pukes heave their green beer on you.

The silver heels on the shoes set the tone for the accessories. Hoops, neck chains, bangles ankle chain; all silver. It looks great with my Platinum Blonde hair, too. Now, just spray a few spritzes of Shalimar (everything old is new again; all those other girls are fawning over the latest designer fragrances - and usually all wear the same thing) and I'm almost there. I'll just slip into my red leather motorcycle jacket (it's still a bit chilly out there in the evening), put my makeup essentials, driver's license and cash into my red clutch (not as close a match as the shoes, but who will notice in a dark dance club?) and I AM ready.

There are lots of clubs in The City - and then there is THIS one. We know the address by heart; 1543 N. Kingsbury. It sits amid industrial warehouse squalor, in the shadow of the North Avenue Bridge. There is no marquee; no signs of any kind. There are no lights, either - except in winter, when the valets will light a fire in a barrel to keep warm. If you stumbled upon it in daytime, you would think it's just another warehouse. If you drive by at night, the first thing that will assault your senses will be the heavy THUMP-THUMP-THUMP of the Industrial music inside. That will hit you about two blocks away. If you are perceptive, you will notice the parade of automobiles where there shouldn't be any at that time of night. If you drive by the place, you will see a long line of mostly young adults waiting to get in.

I think I waited in line once - about two years ago. I was new to the place then; they didn't know me. Now, I drive up, valet the car, offer a hug and a squeeze to Mario at the door (I won't tell you where I squeeze him, or where he squeezes me back) and I'm in. Tonight, I'm nervous with anticipation. I think the dress is hot, but what will everyone else think? I'm not worried that Mario would actually banish me to the gulag at the end of the line, but still....

Showtime! The valet opens the door for me and.... Um, excuse me. Mr. Valet? You will have to move so I can get out. Please, don't stand there and drool down your shirt; it really isn't all that attractive. Thank you. Something is wrong. Do you hear it? No, not the THUMP-THUMP-THUMP from inside; I mean the sharp, staccato click-click-click of my heels on the pavement. That's the point; you shouldn't be able to hear that. It...is...dead...silent...out...here. That NEVER happens. Everyone is STARING at me. What did I do, grow a third eye in the middle of my forehead? Even Mario is doing it. Now I am feeling REALLY uncomfortable; like the Fashion Police will be here any minute to haul me off to the hoosegow(n). Mario, Sweetheart, pull yourself together. Pop those eyeballs back in your head. If it's bad, just say so; I'll slink home and try again.

Then I heard it. It was a small voice, almost a whisper, and almost drowned out by the beat of the music. It came from someone near the front of the line, just behind the rope.

"Oh...my...GAWD...."

(sigh) They're playing my song. I know what that means; no other words need be said. All is right with the world again. Some fashion statements are more attention-grabbing than others.... There is no velvet rope in front of the club; just some traffic sawhorses funneling club-goers into single file into and out of the front door. Mario is right there at the bottleneck, standing guard. Hi, Mario! How are you.....MMMPF. MARIO! Aren't WE friendly tonight! I'm glad to see you, too, Lover. Later? Tell ya what; when you get a break, come inside and find me. We'll find someplace private to...talk. You won't have any trouble spotting me, will you? I didn't think so.

The Ladies' Room is just inside the main entrance. Tonight, this is a very good thing. After Mario's exuberant greeting, I need to fix my lipstick - Big Time. The stares continue in the Ladies' Room. Actually, it's more like daggers in here. The other bimbos are trying to be so cool about it, looking at me without looking like they are looking at me. MAJOR peripheral vision test going on here. I dunno; maybe this is a case of Boob Envy. Well, Girls, shake 'em if ya got 'em. (giggle)

Feeling more confident in myself, I decided to put on a little show tonight. Nothing major; just add a little wiggle to my walk - and Sister, do I EVER know how to shake it! I checked my jacket at the Coat Check, then...Showtime! Time stood still as I strutted onto the main floor. At least, it seemed that way. Everyone froze dead in their tracks. I heard a glass shatter somewhere over by the main bar. Probably just a coincidence; people break glasses in bars every night. 

Over the din of the music, I heard a loud WRANGGGGGG over in a near corner by the door. It turned out, Mr. Power Tie in his thousand-dollar Armani walked head-first into the diagonal girder of the steel staircase and literally knocked himself out. I guess he was watching something - or someone - other than where he was going. Ooooo, Sweetie; that's gonna leave a mark.... I don't offer to kiss it and make it better anymore. Too many guys were suddenly claiming their dick just got slammed in a door....

Is it warm in here, or is it just me? Perhaps it's the elevated testosterone levels in this place that make me FEEL warmer. There seems to be an awful lot of guys here who are suddenly packing sausages in their pants. Well, look here. There is an empty stool in front of the main bar - right across from the dance floor. I think I'll just sashay over there, have a seat, and check out the goods. A little liquid refreshment would be nice about now. Oh, good; Jerry's on duty tonight.

"Hi Jerry! How have you been?"

"Same old, Chery. Ahem. Does Emergency Services know you are out in that little number? They might want to have a few extra ambulances standing by for the rash of cardiac arrests you are about to cause."

"You charmer, you! Flattery will get you everywhere. Do you have a split of Taittinger?"

"But of course. You don't think I would disappoint our favorite stud magnet, do you? Since you're here, I better open a case of the big bottles, too. Now that they see what you're drinking, the orders will start coming in any time now."

"Surely you exaggerate."

"About your ability to raise temperatures and certain body parts? Never! And don't call me 'Shirley'."

"(giggle) Mea Culpa. It won't happen again. Cross my heart."

"(groan) Please don't do that again. I hate being insanely jealous of your finger."

"If you think you're jealous now, wait 'til you hear where my finger has been."

"Never mind; I don't want to know. If I don't know, I might actually get to sleep tonight. Here's your champagne."

"How much do I owe you?"

"Oh, the things I could say, given such a perfect straight line.... It's on the House, Sugar. Believe me; we won't be losing any money on you tonight."

"Thanks, Sweetie. Jer, speaking of raising temperatures, is it warm in here tonight? I mean, warmer than usual?"

"With you here? U betcha!"

"Beast!"

"Bitch!"

"You are a love. How come we never got together?"

"You never asked. What kind of boy do you take me for?"

"You and I would be dangerous together. You get me laughing so hard, I would choke on my champagne."

"Can I give you Heimlich? Better yet, CPR. I'll be gentle."

"Bastard!"

"Slut!"

"And damn proud of it!!"

I can't believe I just came on to the bartender! It's not that he isn't cute; he is. He also isn't married, engaged, celibate or Gay. It's just...well, he's like family. I know all the people here so well, making it with one of them would almost be like incest. Come to think of it, I always thought of Mario the same way - and I flirted with HIM outside. It's not like I started it or anything. He was the one who practically raped my mouth with his tongue. Then again, I didn't do anything to stop him. I even invited him to come in and find me later. What's gotten into me tonight? And when in the Hell are they gonna turn up the air conditioning? I'm gonna start sweating like a pig in a minute, and if I ruin my new dress, I'm really gonna be pissed!

Jerry was right; a guy at a table up in the mezzanine bought a bottle of Taittinger to share with me. Julie, the waitress, extended his invitation. Any other night, I would have been miffed the guy couldn't bother asking me himself. Julie winked and told me this guy was a "keeper", surreptitiously flashing his Platinum Card as she rang up the charge. Intrigued, I carried the two flutes as Julie carried the iced bucket with its effervescent cargo. 

OK, so he wasn't half-bad. All right, all right; he was good - REALLY good. We each sipped a glass. We made nice. We sipped another glass. We made kissy-face. He poured the last glass - it was just one. I sat in his lap, slipped one arm around his neck, and poured a sip of bubbly into his mouth. He took the glass and poured a sip into my mouth. We groped each other. We each took another sip. We kissed and groped some more.

"Chery-y. You know you want him. Just do him."

"Wha? Who said that?"

"Do him, Cher-y. Right Here. Right now."

I looked around quickly. Everyone seemed wrapped up in their own business, not paying any attention to ours. This is too weird. Damn, it's hot in here! At least, now I had a good reason; this stud was making my blood boil. If he touches me there, like that, again.... He did. Mister, I don't know if you are into girls like me, but your time for choosing is OVER! 

While I was busy devouring his tongue, I placed my hand on top of his and guided it as it unzipped the lower portion of my zipper; up, up, towards my nether places. His hand now had much freer access to my sex, and took advantage of it. He seems to like girls like me just fine. PERFECT! I made quick work of his zipper. His glorious tool popped out instantly, standing tall and proud. We stroked each other into frenzy. I writhed in his lap, long past caring about propriety.

"I want your cock, NOW!"

"Told you, Cher-y!"

Who is SAYING THAT????? Right now, I don't give a rat's ass. I lift myself about twelve inches, then thrust myself downward, impaling my wet hole on his turgid tool. Oh, GOD that's good! We establish a nice little rhythm, with me sitting in his lap, arms wrapped around his neck, lips locked on his.

"Faster, Chery-y. Deeper. Make him cum inside you. Make YOU cum."

Stop that, damn you! Whoever you are, wherever you are, I don't need your help to make a man cum. And cum he did. Sweet Jesus, he like to have blown me right off his lap! I have never felt so full. 

So, that sated my sexual appetite, right? Not even! Mr. Platinum Card had shot his wad - figuratively and literally - and was done for at least a little while. I was not, and started looking for alternate stud service as soon as I could re-zip my dress (not all the way; I left a generous 'front slit') and discreetly pry myself away. I felt, rather than saw, the trickle down the inside of my thigh and made no attempt to hide it. 

Apparently, other men DID see it. As I made my way through the crowded dance floor, there were hands all over my flushed, excited body. The sensation of all those hands touching my bare skin or through the butter-soft leather was simply indescribable. My hands were just as active. There seemed to be a tight circle of tight bodies surrounding me. If they had other partners, it wasn't apparent; nor did I care. I was pretty jazzed at that moment, both from the champagne and the sexual rush. 

I don't have any idea how long I was out there, but before I left the floor, at least two of those boys had cum in their pants. There might have been more, but I wasn't really sure about the others. One followed me off the floor. I had intended to go back to the mezzanine to check on Mr. Platinum Card, but never made it that far. My infatuated dance partner had me under the stairs - legs wrapped around his waist, arms around his neck, back pressed against the wall - right about the same place Mr. Power Tie had taken his untimely wrong step. It was sorta dark enough in there; I guess people couldn't really see us unless they were watching REALLY INTENTLY. And if they could hear me screaming above the din of the music, well....

I strutted proudly into the Ladies' Room. Naturally, every stall was occupied. I was seeping furiously and HAD to blot!

"Cher-y. Just grab some towels and do your business. What do YOU care who sees us?"

Us? Who is US? Am I on Candid Camera?

"Us, Chery. You and me. Look in the mirror. There we are."

What you mean "We", Paleface? I looked. There were other girls scattered around, but none looking my way. I saw only my own reflection; me, in that exquisite.... RED DRESS!

Oh, no; no, no, no, no, NO! This is NOT the Twilight Zone. I am NOT having a conversation with ...."

"Yes you are. Hi, Chery! Aren't we having a ball tonight?"

Would it look too lame to cover my ears with my hands and go: "La-la-la-la-la"?

"A ball? I guess that's ONE way to put it."

The girl at the sink next to me stared at me as though I had lost my mind. Well, hadn't I? I couldn't believe I was about to do this. I kept my voice down.

"Uh, who ARE you?"

"Cherysse St. Claire, you know damn well who I am! You trust your own eyes, don't you?"

"I, uh, know what I'm looking at. I'm just not sure I'm seeing what I'm supposed to be seeing."

"Don't be a Wus, Chery. That's not your style. Look at us. Don't we look good together? We were MADE for each other!"

I couldn't argue with that. I had some other questions, though.

"Does anyone else... hear you?"

"Of course not, Sweetie! I was made for you, not them. This is just between you and me; our little secret."

"Oh, I'm so relieved. It only looks like I'm a schizophrenic, having a conversation with myself. I was worried that people would think I was REALLY strange."

"Waddaya want? Shall I shake my head and say: 'Awwww, Wilburrrrrr?'"

"Don't crack wise with me, Missy. I'll use you to polish my thigh boots."

"No you won't. Look at us again. Look closely. Have you ever seen anything so exquisite in your life?"

"Well, no."

"Have you ever felt THIS SEXY before in your life"

I've felt sexy plenty of times. The boys have thought so, too. But this sexy?




The Red Dress



"No."

"Have you ever been this turned on before in your life? Have you ever had this many guys wanting to ravish you on the spot?"

"Wait a minute! So YOU are responsible for all this?"

"Responsible? Yeah, right Bimbo; I stuck a gun to your head and made you do it."

"You know what I mean."

"Listen, Sweetie, I'm not making you do anything you don't already want to do. I just help you feel better about doing it - kinda like a good buzz, ya know? I AM you; just more so. Tell me truthfully; are you having a good time?"

"A good time? I'm having an AWESOME time!"

"Have you ever felt better, more confident, more drop-dead gorgeous than tonight?"

"No, no, and absolutely not!"

"There, you see? We WERE made for each other. Now, do what ya gotta do. Fuck what these bitches think. You OWN this joint - and every man in it!"

"Damn right!"

I stood before the mirror, nonchalantly un-zipped to my waist and blotted my bottom, stockings and thighs with paper towels. Take THAT, Bitches! They were nonplussed, to say the least. A stall became available and I snatched it without a second thought. I drained away the effluvia of the hard night's partying, blotted again, then stood, zipped, and flushed. Miraculously, there was still not a single spot on my dress to betray my harlot's ways. I returned to the mirror, re-applied my lipstick, did a couple of spritzes of Shalimar, and was ready to go again. I strutted out proudly, head high, shoulders back, boobies thrust out and jiggling, hips swaying as if on rails.

OOF! I literally walked into Round Three. Mario was making good on my earlier offer. He and I collided outside the Ladies' Room. Have you ever been so close to a guy - his crotch pressed right up against your pussy - you could actually FEEL him get hard? God, what a turn-on!

"Cher-y. You're not gonna let this one get away, are you? You're still good for another hard, fast one. So is he."

No argument there, Missy; on either count. I WAS good to go; and Mario....

We made like Siamese twins, joined at the crotch, all the way upstairs, past the mezzanine, across the catwalk, into the utility closet in the corner. It was small and cramped; there was no bare wall to press against. That isn't necessary with Mario; he is one strong hunk of manflesh. I wrapped my arms and legs around him tightly, impaling myself on his shaft. He held me aloft with only his strong arms and fuckpole. It was good; really, REALLY good! I lost count of the number of mind-numbing orgasms I had. I just kept milking him, and milking him, and milking him, making sure I got every precious drop.

Last Call came all too soon. Mario returned to his post via the front staircase. I made my way back to the Main Bar via the back stairs. Jerry had a nightcap waiting for me. He pursed his lips, barely stifling his smile, and just tsk-tsk'd with mock disgust.

"Chery, Chery, Chery; if you had any idea what has been said about you tonight...."

"Did I live up to my reputation?"

"Baby Doll, you EXCEEDED your reputation. Oh, if only I had been a fly on the wall...."

"Or a mouse in my pocket? 

That little voice just had to get in his - HER - two cents' worth.

"Cher-y, you know it's too early to go home. At least, not YOUR home."

When you're right, you're right.

"Better still...."

I reached down behind the bar.

"... there is already a little mouse in YOUR pocket. Wanna see him grow?"

Clasped lightly within my massaging fingers, Jerry's 'mouse' rapidly became a raging lion. 

"You know, Chery, my apartment has a real good view of the Lake. The sun will be coming up in about an hour, and when it does...."

I smiled and squeezed gently.

"It's a date, Lover. Give me the address and I will be waiting for you when you get home."

He gave me the address and the key. It wouldn't have looked good to kiss him in front of all the others, so I just smiled, winked, and gave him another little squeeze to give him something to think about as he raced home. I pivoted and slinked towards the door, hips undulating sinuously to and fro. We - the dress and I - wanted Jerry and everyone else to take a good, HARD look.

My car was already waiting out front when I exited the front door. I hugged Mario and gave him a wink and smile on my way out the sawhorse turnstile. The valet stood by the driver's door. I tipped him and flashed a smile. I could see that would just not be enough; this boy's erection threatened to rip right through his jeans. He was so aroused, he - it - was trembling. He held my hand to steady me as I slid backwards onto the driver's seat. I 'accidentally' dropped my purse on the ground next to the door. He squatted to retrieve it and handed it to me. I pulled him close, squeezed his raging hard-on through his jeans, delicately stuck my tongue in his ear and whispered: "Come". He did - with a shuddering vengeance. I kissed him lightly on the lips, swung my legs into the car, and shut the door. I pulled out - and steered the nose of my car towards Jerry's neighborhood. Giving the valet a "freebie" was all well and good, but I needed a little TLC, too - and I knew just where to find it...



The Red Dress



It all started on a slow Saturday night at home, my buddy Mark was over and he and I were shooting the shit and acting like men act when their ladies are not around. We were watching home improvement shows and grunting like men do. Mark had come over while his lady Samantha was at work so he wouldn't be sitting home bored. Now as the time came to go get Samantha, Mark said "You wanna come along and while I get Samantha?" and knowing how sexy Samantha was I said yes. When it comes to the ladies Samantha is exactly what I like. 

We drove to the mall and met her as she was coming out of work (She works at Victoria's Secret) and while she can't buy her clothes there because she doesn't fit the worlds view of what normal woman should look like I think she is still hot. To describe Samantha is to describe near perfection. She is about 5'6" maybe 5'7" and 250 pounds of the sexiest woman I have ever seen. Her measurements are something like 40DD-34-38 and Damn if it isn't all in just the right places!

Now Samantha and I had been talking about this store called Torrid that she wanted me to go to get my lady something sexy to wear. So when we met up with Samantha she suggested we go over to Torrid and look around. When we got there we went back to the clearance racks to look for good deals and sure enough Samantha found a little red vinyl dress and asked me if she should try it on and I of course said hell yes! She giggled and headed for the changing room. When she came out my jaw dropped!! 

She looked so hot it was unbelievable and the skirt was just barely long enough for her to wear it in public as long as she didn't bend over at the waist. We discovered this fact when she looked around the store and no one was near us, She leaned over and whispered in my ear "I had to go commando today." then she turned her back to me and bent over at the waist. I got my first glimpse of her creamy white ass and her pouty pink pussy lips. Now from my seat in my wheelchair this was a glorious site indeed and gave me a near instant hardon so I placed my hand on the inside of her thigh just above her knee and ran it up slowly up till her legs met and said "Well I wouldn't do that in front of someone you don't know...unless you want to know them up close and personal" and I grinned wickedly.

She went to show Mark and asked him if she could buy it. He never asked the price and said no right away. I don't think he knew it was from the clearance rack. Samantha came back over to me looking down and said.

"Mark won't let me buy it."

I said, "Well how much is it?"

Samantha looked at the tag and said, "It's only $25.99...and that's down from $75 bucks!"

I looked at her wickedly and motioned for her to come sit on my lap and after she sat down she looked at me kind of funny, I realized she could feel my erection throbbing in my jeans, and said "Well if you wear it out of the store tonight I will buy it for you."

Samantha looked at me for a second and then gently ground her ass into my rapidly growing erection and the said "For you big daddy...anything." And off she went to get the clothes she had worn into the store. She left the changing room door open while she did it. I am sure she did so intentionally because she knew I would see her bend over at the waist and retrieve her clothes from the floor once again letting me see her heavenly nether regions.

She and I went to the register and let the girl know she wanted to wear it home. The girl behind the counter said that was fine but she needed the dress off Samantha so she could remove the security tags. 

Samantha said, "Well I could come back there and you could take them off and I wouldn't have to get undressed again."

The clerk said, "Well the thing that removes the tag has a short cable on it and it might be too short to reach."

Samantha replied, "Well lets try it first" and went around the counter.

The girl took the removal tool and pulled it out as far as it would go and saw it would be too short unless she lifted Samantha's skirt. Samantha seeing this simply reached down and lifted it for her exposing her sweet ass to the clerk, Mark and me. Samantha was grinning wickedly the whole time. After the clerk removed the security tag she gently patted Samantha's bare ass and let her skirt down and finished ringing up the dress. I paid the girl and said "Thank you."

The sales girl replied, "No...thank you" and winked at me and off the three of us went to go stroll the mall.

Mark and Samantha strolled ahead of me arm in arm and I rolled along behind them which is right where I want to be so I could watch Samantha's plump round ass swing from side to side and get the occasional glimpse of her milky white ass. This alone kept me hard the entire time we were in the mall and we were there for better than an hour and a half.

When we left we all went to my van and I climbed into the drivers seat and then Samantha got in the passenger seat flashing me as she did. Mark loaded my wheel chair into the back of the van and while he was doing that she looked at me and lifted the front of her short skirt and slowly dipped a finger into her sweet pussy and whispered to me "wearing nothing but this makes me so hot...I am very close to cumming now." 

I whispered back "So am I!"

She thought for a second and then as Mark was about to get in she asked him to go back to the store where she worked and get her cigarettes for her. "They are on the counter by the front register" she said and he started back into the mall.

Then turning to me she said, "Well now that we have a few moments how can we help each other?" 

"Well" I replied "if I don't get this out soon I am either gonna cum in my pants or bust my zipper!"

"Show me your cock" Samantha said in an almost pleading way "I love to see a mans hard cock and to watch him stroke his cock for me."

I said to her" If there were less people around I would ask you to see your tits but there are too many walking thru the parking lot. Would you let me watch you play with your clit while you watch me stroke my cock?"

"Don't worry about people walking by " said Samantha "I will show you my tits and you can watch me get off too, but you have to tell me when you are going to cum so I can watch you cum...I love to watch a man cum."

"Deal" I said as I quickly unzipped my pants and got my cock out. Now I don't have the biggest dick but I am well endowed at around 7 inches long, circumcised and very thick.

As I was pulling my dick out Samantha reached over and tried to give it a squeeze with one hand and she discovered she needed two hands to get a good grip. Once she got a good grip on my dick I nearly came all over her hands right then and there. She squeezed it a couple more times and then stroked it a few times and I had to stop her or I defiantly would have cum. I reciprocated by slipping my hand between her leg and flicking her clit a few times...this made her moan loudly and she grabbed my wrist, held it hard to her clit for a few moments as I felt her shudder as a small orgasm rolled thru her and then put my hand back in my lap so I could stroke away.

Samantha turned sideways in her seat and lifted her 40DD tits free of the vinyl corset top and then with one hand playing with her nipples she used the other to rub her clit hard and fast. While she was pleasuring herself I was stroking my cock to beat the band and I was close to cumming as it was so the sight of her bringing herself off to three fast hard orgasms that made her moan like crazy was too much for me and just after she came for the third time I grunted and said, "I'm gonna CUM!!!"

She stopped what she was doing and leaned over and wrapped her lips around the head of my cock as I started to pump a massive load of cum out thru the head of my dick. She clamped down and sucked for all she was worth and caught my entire massive load in her mouth. 

She sat up and smiled as she opened her mouth to show me she hadn't swallowed and I figured she wanted to spit it out but I was wrong there. She motioned for me to come closer and as I did she kissed me and jammed her tongue into my mouth and fed me my load of cum. We held that kiss like that, our tongues wrapping around each other like two serpents mating, for so long we both ate my thick load of cum and it was so hot my dick stayed hard. Samantha broke the kiss and looked around for Mark and when he was nowhere to be found she leaned over once more and started sucking my dick. I reached down and started caressing her tits and tweaking her nipples every now and then. 

Well I was so turned on I only lasted maybe 4 or 5 minutes and I came a second load and she once again stuck her tongue down my throat and shared a second load of my own cum with me. I had already tasted my cum before tonight (but that is another story) and it tasted ok but it tasted even better coming from her mouth.

Samantha pulled her top up just in time as Mark was just coming out of the mall and was headed to the van. I on the other hand didn't have quite enough time to completely zip up but Mark never noticed, or so I thought, as his seat was behind me in the van.

As Mark is climbing in he says, "So did I give you two enough time?"

This shocked the hell out of me! I think to my self "OH GREAT now he's going to beat me to a pulp!" I look over to Samantha with a panicked look on my face and she turns to Mark and says "Yep two loads worth." I nearly pass out... I am sure he's gonna kill me now, but Samantha sees the panicked look on my face and takes my hand and tells me "Don't worry...we have an open marriage and he likes to see me get all heated up by someone else before we make love." She continued "As soon as we get home he will take me in the house and fuck me like you wouldn't believe." As she grinned slyly and looked back at Mark and flashed him her tits she said, "Ask him nice and he might let you watch."

So I took a chance and looked at Mark in the mirror and said "Well my friend what do you say...do you mind if I come back to your place and watch the two of you?"

Mark replied, "Watch us what?"

"Well..." I Stammered "Watch the two of you have sex...or make love if you prefer"

Mark says to me "Na you cant watch us have sex or make love...cause that's not what we are gonna do...now if you wanna come watch us FUCK like animals that's cool with me."

"Now you're talking," I said as I started the van.

As we were about to pull out onto the street Samantha asks me to stop for a sec so she can get in the back with Mark. So I pull over to the side for a minute and she jumps out the front door and opens the back door. But before she gets back in she looks around and after seeing there was no one but some scruffy guy pushing his bike around she unzipped the dress and threw it in the front seat turned slowly a couple of times for the guy to get a good look and then jumped in the back and quickly told me to get going.

As I am driving away I look in the rearview mirror and see Samantha and Mark going at it hot and heavy...his pants are around his ankles and she is straddling him and playing with his cock to get him hard while we drive. After a bit she whispers in Mark's ear to turn sideways so I could see more in the mirror. He turns and she looks at me in the mirror and says "Better?" Well me not wanting to interrupt I nodded quietly and kept one eye on them and the other on the road. I even took a few of the bumpiest roads in town to let them have some fun with it. 

They fucked right until I shut off the motor out front their apartment, Samantha really loved the way the speed bumps in the parking lot jammed the two of them together, and then Mark got out and got my chair with his hard dick still jutting out in front of him and the went around to the other side of the van and called me over. As I came around I nearly came again just from the sight I saw there...it was Samantha and she was squatting butt naked, with a mixture of her juices and Marks cum oozing out of her sweet pussy, right there in the parking lot between the van and her car that I had parked next to.

I rolled up and slid my hand up her soft creamy leg, ran my fingers thru her sweet pussy and then licked my fingers clean. The taste was exotic a cross between her sweet nectar, Mark's cum. I got hard for the third time in just a few hours and because I had never zipped up my dick stuck straight up thru my zipper.

Samantha grabbed my dick in one hand and Mark's dick in the other and led us both to the front door of their apartment stroking our dicks all the way there. I can only imaging what their neighbors would have said if they had come out of their door and spotted the three of us like this. 

Samantha let go of Mark's cock so he could unlock the door and when he did Samantha started to sit down on my lap and in one smooth motion as she was sitting she guided my cock straight into her wet pussy and without moving sat there milking my dick. Mark's finished opening the door and turned around saw what she and I were up to and came around to the back of my chair and pushed us both into the apartment.

As soon as we were inside and door was closed she jumped up and ran over to the sliding glass door and opened the blinds to let the light in and get some fresh air as well. Now the patio had a solid wall that was about tit height to Samantha but is someone was walking by and looked in they would have gotten one hell of a show.

Mark said, "You two relax while I get set up."

I figure he is going to mix up a few cocktails but he surprised me by bringing out the parts to a sex swing and started setting it up in the living room and while he was busy with that Samantha was busy with me on the couch. She was sitting in my lap riding me like the mechanical pony outside the grocery store. You know what I mean one forward; one back and one to the side then start over. She leaned into my shoulder and whispered "I want you and Mark to fuck me at the same time and I want you in my ass. Mark's cock is nice and long but yours is twice as thick as his and I want it in my ass."

I moaned back "Anything you want but if you don't stop I am going to fill your sweet pussy with my cum."

To which she loudly grunted back "GOOD CUM WITH ME NOW!!"

As she said this, her body began to convulse in an orgasm the likes of which I had never seen. Her body shook and shook like a paint mixing machine in the hardware store and her pussy clamped onto my dick so hard I thought I might never be separated from her this went on for a few minutes all the while I am humping up into her sweet pussy and cumming so hard I thought my nuts might turn inside out. Then she collapsed in a heap on me murmuring quietly as Mark finishes setting up the swing.

But the Swing is a tale for another time...



The Red Dress



The first time he saw her, she was wearing a red dress. It was hard to get a good view, as she just passed quickly by the show window of the shoe store in which he worked. It formed a pleasant memory in his mind, and he found himself thinking about her and looking out the window for a glimpse again. It did not happen often, but once in a while she passed by, apparently having business in the mall from time to time. 

Then one day his heart leapt. The lady in the red dress entered the store. His store. She perused some attractive shoes and boots, then sat down, waiting for a clerk. Of course he hurried to help her before others had the chance! His heart was racing as he asked he if he could help, She pointed to some red shoes on display and he asked her size, then hurried to the back to retrieve them. 

Bringing back the requested shoes, he knelt at her feet, feeling transfixed by his good luck. Without words the lady in the red dress offered her foot and he gently removed her shoe, thrilled to be able to hold her foot in his hand. Gently he placed the new red show on her right foot, then repeated the process with her left. Choosing not to rise, he remained kneeling as the lady in the red dress walked several feet up and down to try the fit, then returned. As she came back by his side, he thought he saw her smile at him. Then she place her hand on his shoulder to steady herself as she sat down. 

He looked up at her, perhaps still too awed to be articulate and ask her if the shoes were to her liking. But she broke the silence and said, "Yes, these will do. Quite nice, don't you think?", extending her feet and moving her toes left and right. 

"Yes, lovely, Madam," he replied, truthfully. Then bravely he said, still on his knees, "You have lovely feet." She smiled at him and petted his shoulder. "You think so?" she said, smiling. 

"Yes, Ma'am, very much so." She continued smiling as he changed her shoes back to the original, all the while fearing he would never see her again. So it was then, after looking to each side, he decided to take the chance of his lifetime. He kissed her toe. Then he whispered to her, "Sorry.....I....I just couldn't help it." He was going to beg her not to report him, but then from her large and kind eyes, he could see she was not about to do so. But sadly for him, she smiled at him once more, petted his shoulder a last time, thanked him, walked to the register to pay, and was gone! 

It was many more weeks before he saw her again, and more weeks after that before he had a chance to talk to her. During these weeks his longing for the lady in the red dress only grew. And he formulated a plan - a simple one, only that he would ask to take her out to lunch. But though a simple plan, all his hopes were caught up in it and he was determined nothing would stop him from begging for this privilege. 

So it was a few weeks later that he spied her, stopped at the window of his shop, admiring some boots on display there. Immediate he left his post to step outside. "Hello," he said. "Nice boots, no?" She smiled. Then continuing, he said, "I am the one who helped you with the red shoes a while ago, though you probably don't remember." 

"Oh, but I do. You were polite enough to kiss my toes!" she smiled broadly. 

His face flushed a bit, "Yes, well, er, ah....I was hoping perhaps you would permit me the honor of taking you out to lunch today or any day you are free." He knew his eyes were full of pleading, though he also knew it was wrong to appear too needy. It seemed endless time passed while waiting apprehensively for her reply. 

"Lunch?" she asked, not making her attitude clear. He wondered if she was playing with him. 

"Yes," he replied. "There is a fine French restaurant just a couple blocks from here. I thought you might enjoy it, and of course I freely admit I would very much enjoy your company." 

"I know it," she replied. "It is a very good restaurant." Then she paused, apparently thinking. "Yes, having lunch there with you would be lovely. Tomorrow." With this simple statement she turned and walked down the street a few paces. He watched her go, admiring her form and, frankly, her lovely ass. She stopped, turning over her shoulder, perhaps noticing his gaze, and said, "I will stop by your shop at one, tomorrow." 

"Yes," he said, and waved. His longing made him feel the lunch was a year away. 

And yet, the 24 hours passed quickly and soon they were together in the French restaurant. After chatting about the weather, shoes, and other trivia, she said, "I liked it when you kissed my toes. Are you always so polite?" 

"I loved doing it, very much so. Perhaps there will be another occasion" 

"I like polite boys. Do you think you could always be so obedient for me? I might take you home if you could behave." Apparently it had been her turn to be bold, he thought, melting inside. For the truth was, he always felt submissive with women, loving to be totally devoted to a woman who would accept that in him as a strength, not a weakness. 

"I would love to make you happy in any way," he said. Then he added, "And be obedient to what you might want. And to go home with you would be heaven, I think." 

"Yes, it would," she said confidently, taking the last morsel of food with her fork. To him she looked so beautiful there, in her red dress. Boldly he took her hand and kissed her fingertips. She smiled and petted him. Then she leaned over and whispered in his ear, "I'm going to go now. If you are a good boy and prove your obedient spirit, kiss my ass as I rise, and perhaps I will drop by tomorrow and let you take me shopping." 

He felt electrified at this request, wanting her sexually so very, very much. But there was no time to think. He saw her rising, turning to go. It was a moment of decision, of fate and his future. Quickly, he leaned nearer and kissed her on the side of her ass at the moment she was fully risen. She pressed his head to her briefly, then stepped away. He looked about, hoping no one had seen. They had been in a back table and everything seemed as usual in the restaurant. He rose too, went after her to pay, then stepped out into the sunshine with the lady in the red dress. She hugged him briefly. "Shopping tomorrow!" She smiled broadly and was gone. At least he enjoyed watching her lovely ass, wiggling slightly as it receded with each step. But this time it was different, as he had so recently been allowed to kiss her. 

Sharply at one o'clock she appeared again the next day. He was disappointed to find she'd brought a friend, a somewhat younger and shorter attractive blond-haired woman, whose waist she was holding as she strolled up to where he was outside his shop, waiting for her. "This is Melanie," she said, introducing her friend. Melanie is a good obedient girl too, just as you, David, are a good obedient boy, no? " When he did not answer soon enough, she repeated firmly, "No?" 

"Yes, Miss Deborah," David said, a bit shyly. 

"Yes, what?" 

"Yes, I'm a good, obedient boy for you," David replied, telling her what she wished to hear. 

"Good, then we may go shopping. Walk behind us, David." And so off they went, David following behind, admiring the lady in the red dress, as she knew he would. It was a long afternoon, mostly buying clothes. As the purchases mounted, so did the number of packages David was carrying, still made to walk behind Miss Deborah and her girl Melanie. It was obvious, he noticed, that Melanie was her slave, or at least her lover. No, from the deferential attitude, it was clear the relationship was dominant and submissive, he thought. And how natural it all felt, as if he had been in this relationship all his life. 

Most amazing of all, the packages had to be returned to Miss Deborah's house, so of course David got to enter Her home. "Set the packages there, David," Miss Deborah said, pointing to a table. 

"After all this walking, Melanie and I are going to take a shower," Miss Deborah announced curtly. Seeing him looking about for what he should do in the meantime, or even if she meant him to go, Miss Deborah said, "Don't use the furniture, boy. Just kneel where you are." And when he did so without question, she approached him and petted his head. "Good boy. You may kiss my toes again as a reward." And gladly he did so, sincerely and lovingly. Melanie looked on, perhaps wishing the same privilege herself..  

The next he saw them, they were wrapped in towels, heading for the shower. As he looked admiringly at the lady no longer in red, she turned to him and said, "It's not right for you to be dressed when we are not, don't you think? Take everything off, then resume kneeling." Obediently David did so. For a long time he heard the shower running, and perhaps some giggling and other more loving sounds as well. Perhaps twenty minutes later the two ladies returned again, headed for the bedroom. Without saying anything, Miss Deborah took David by the ear and led him along also. Once in the bedroom she ordered, "Kneel there at the foot of the bed and be quiet." 

Miss Deborah led Melanie, her slave, to the bed and hugged her for a while, then had her massage her all over, and then kiss her from toe to head. David found himself more and more aroused, longing to join Miss Deborah, but knowing that could ruin everything. He knew his continued presence depended on his being obedient, so he just remained kneeling there, naked, longingly watching the love-making before him. Before long, Melanie was made to lick Miss Deborah, who lay on her back, holding Melanie's head to her, humping up against Melanie's face. 

Melanie had been taught to lick lovingly up the right side of Miss Deborah's vagina, to suck her enlarged clit, to adoringly massage her breasts. Miss Deborah became more and more excited, telling Melanie she was a good girl....a good cuntsucker....a good slave. But before she reached climax, Miss Deborah rose and donned her strapon dildo, then after cropping Melanie's ass for a leisurely few minutes, switched Melanie to the bottom and began fucking her. 

David watched this scene with longing eyes, savoring the sounds of love and he found himself sincerely wanting Miss Deborah to be very, very happy and satisfied in every way, especially sexually. Miss Deborah was fucking Melanie harder and harder, and Melanie was wrapping her legs about Miss Deborah, panting and moaning heavily. It was at this moment that Miss Deborah turned her head a bit and told David, "Make yourself useful. Be my slave and lick my ass, or leave!" 

Fearing Miss Deborah meant leave forever, David knew rushed to his humiliating but arousing task. He lovingly tongued Miss Deborah's ass as she pounded Melanie's pussy, harder and harder. She pressed down into Melanie's cunt, the up against David's tongue, over and over, harder and harder, wetter and wetter. Minutes of increasing intensity passed and Miss Deborah felt herself becoming more and more excited. At the moment of climax she pressed her full weight down, driving the dildo to its deepest inside Melanie, at the same time reaching back and pressing David's head so his tongue was deepest inside her. Climaxing, Miss Deborah's pussy and ass muscles contracted and spasmed over and over in one of the most intense orgasms she could recall. 

When the love-making was over, David was told to kneel by the bed while the two women showered a second time. And after showering, Miss Deborah announced she and Melanie were going out to the movies. "And I have a little reward for you, David, while you wait for us. You do want to wait for us, don't you?" 

"Yes, of course, Miss Deborah," David replied. 

"Good boy," Miss Deborah said, petting his head. "And of course I do not wish to have to worry about what you are doing while I am gone, so come here, boy." Miss Deborah led him again by the ear to the living room. His eyes went wide at what he saw. It was a little stool, no more than a foot high, but on it was mounted the dildo Miss Deborah had just used on Melanie. 

"Take this lube and sit on it," Miss Deborah instructed. Slowly, very slowly, David did so. And afterward, looking up, he had never felt so submissive in his life. Then even more so as Miss Deborah handcuffed his hands behind his back, then bow-tied a ribbon around his balls and tied it to the leg of the stool. "Even if you rise, you will undo the bow and the handcuffs will prevent you from ever retying it, so I will know if you've been obedient. And this is what I want, for you to sit on your little stool, facing the door, longing for our return, a good fucked slaveboy. " Then Miss Deborah produced a pair of her panties and stuffed them in David's mouth. He thought she had soaked them in her piss. "There's the treat I promised. And it will give you something to do. Make sure my panties are sucked clean by the time Melanie and I return, or you will be punished!" 

David sat there in obedient devotion as Miss Deborah and Melanie turned to leave for their movie. In the doorway, Miss Deborah turned back to look at David, smiled in satisfaction, and said to Melanie, "Some women wonder where their man will be when they come home. But we don't need to wonder, do we?" Both laughed, and the door closed. David found his cock hardened as he watched Mistress Deborah leave, giving him a view of her wonderful ass, now cloaked in red, and he thought about serving Her and being Her slave and felt happy, sitting on Her favorite dildo, waiting longingly for Her return. 

End 



The Red Dress



A/N: I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing this.

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It had been 2 years since you made love to me in this dress. I had been taunting you all that night with this dress, and you couldn't take it anymore. You pulled me into the coatroom and made me moan. And I loved every moment.

You didn't know that I was wearing this dress tonight. But when you'd see it, you'd remember the way you kissed my neck and inhaled my scent, the way you touched and teased my skin, and the way you held my hips as you endlessly thrust into my passion in that dim room.

The dress would just about bring any man to his knees, but that night it was I who found themselves on their knees. It was a silky red dress with an open slit down the middle, showing the cleavage of my rounded breasts and my toned stomach, and stopped just below the ribcage. The top of the dress clasped around the back of my neck, leaving it open in the back and presenting in the front. And your favorite feature, the slit on the right side that begins mid-thigh, showing off the length of my long, luscious legs that led to my lacy red thong...yes, I could almost taste the memory in my mind.

Looking myself over in the mirror, a naughty grin crept across my lips. My hairstyle had changed since then from short pixie red to long dark brown curled locks, falling over my slender shoulders and back. Makeup was lightly applied, as always, to enhance my sapphire eyes. Reaching for my perfume, a faint amount misted onto my neck, remembering the way it drives you crazy when I wear it. I clasped on my gold choker, adorned in small rubies, putting the matching earrings on next. And the remaining item, my 6-inch red heels, slipped onto my feet and I stepped over to the full height mirror.

Ooh, you're going to be so intrigued when you see me. My pussy is tingling so bad right now just thinking about it, even more so than it had in the bathroom. The look in your sexy green eyes, the way you'll lick your lips and the way you'll strain to speak when I ask you how I look will be so sexy...

I hear a noise in the bedroom and turn my head towards the door. I had locked myself in the bathroom so that you would get no chance to see me until I was ready. But I was raring now, preparing to step out and exude my sexual powers over you. I strongly strutted towards the door, turning the lock and then the knob. Upon opening the door, your back was turned and your hands were up by your neck. You were probably fixing your tie but turned when I cleared my throat...

"Hey..." you started to say before abruptly stopping. I grinned, knowing I'd done just the trick.

"How do I look?" I drawl seductively, my tone smooth and sweet like honey. The hand that was at your tie was now pulling at it to loosen. I could feel my nipples stand out like pebbles, a soft moan in my throat sounded as they rubbed against the soft fabric. You stepped forward, a hungry look in your eyes, your tongue licking those juicy lips...

"You look like you're not going to make it out of this house." You said, looking down at me. I could feel your power overwhelming me from your tall, strong build. Wearing a black suit with a white blouse and black tie, you'd probably expected me to wear the black dress that you had bought me earlier in the week. But today was Valentine's Day and red seemed more fitting to me. Looking into your eyes, those naughty green orbs were now flecked with gold, which could only mean one thing...

"Honey, we have to go. We're going...to...ohh, Joey..." 

Your lips had found my neck, searing my skin with hot, delectable kisses. I could smell your cologne, crisp like clean sheets, the scent enrapturing my senses. My heart started to beat very fast, my face flushed with arousal. The tingling between my thighs had quickly become a painful throb, needing the kind of feeling that only you could give me. You looked into my eyes, curious as to know why I'd gone and put on this dress. I'm sure you knew that we actually enjoyed the last time that I was in it and that I was a naughty little girl. 

Flashing a smug grin, you understood very quickly and kissed me. Loving the feel of your firm lips against mine, I let out a throaty groan and your hands start to wander. Your palms smoothed over my tanned skin, upwards towards my breasts. Searching underneath the fabric, your fingertips caress the attention-starved nubs, pinching them and causing more wetness to seep out of my pussy. Your lips were still caressing mine, our tongues now playing with one another's. Brief gasps and moans were escaping my lips, that lightning feeling shooting from my nipples straight to my pussy in mind-blowing waves. Your hands left my chest, much to my chagrin, and found they were unclasping the neck closure of my dress. 

"Joey...we..."

But you were hearing none of that. The front of my dress slowly fell, revealing my soft mounds, and you grinned. Pulling me into your arms, you pressed flatly against me, smelling my scent on the nape of my neck. You loved that soft flowery scent of roses and the way it mixed in with my lusty pheromones, driving you wild. I felt your erection against my hip, my waist moving a bit to rub you. A brief groan slipped your lips, followed by a growl. I loved turning you on.

"We're not going anywhere."

Though strained, your voice was as rough as sandpaper, causing a shiver to run down my spine. I held on to your shoulders as you picked me up in your strong arms, putting me against the wall nearest to the bed. The cool surface against my hot skin caused me to gasp, my arms tighter around you. You took a kiss from my lips before setting me down on my feet, bending down to take my breasts in your hands. I smiled, adoring the way you worshipped my chest, biting my lip as you began to kiss around the nipples. They were standing out so much, like they were begging to be licked and sucked. But knowing you and the way you like to tease, that time would come. Kissing the cleavage in the middle, you looked up at me. I had a teased look on my face and you liked that. You moved to the right and tongue kissed my skin, still locking eyes with me. I watched as your tongue slowly darted out to meet my nipple. I started to breathe deeper, my arms wanting to reach down and guide you. But I took in the moment, finally getting what I needed: your mouth and tongue on my nipples.

"Joey." I breathed. If pinching had shot electricity through me, just imagine what sucking them would do! I throbbed, taking a gasp every time I contracted, almost orgasmic at this point. You moved to the left and paid attention to that nipple, pinching my right at the same time. I didn't want to come yet, but the temptation was there. You brought me right to the edge and then stopped. Standing up again, you looked into my eyes, your hand sliding down underneath the slit of my dress. I parted my legs, begging you to touch me more. You growled as you kissed me, your fingertips grazing the lace of my thong. I was soaking through the material, feeling my juices seep between my thighs. Teasing again, you found my hardened clitoris and rubbed at it, featherlike. I whimpered, my legs beginning to quiver, loving the feel of the lace against my sensitive bud, but needing your fingers now. Your hand swept under the fabric and pulled it aside, your thumb caressing it entirely.

"Oh!"

You began to rub in tiny circles, your middle finger teasing the entrance to my love portal. I grasped at your suit jacket, physically begging you to proceed. You rubbed harder, my hips becoming separate from my body and seeking their own need, riding your thick finger. It was only at that moment that my thighs started to tense that you stopped. My breathing was hard and raspy, my heart still beating fast as I looked down at you. You gave me this taunting grin, probably a bit of revenge for the way I was turning you on. You then kneeled down on the floor, reaching up and pulling my thong down, kissing my legs as they fell to my ankles. I kicked it off and you propped my leg up onto the bedside table, the cool air hitting my wet skin. After a few seconds, I felt nothing, and looked down to see you looking up at me. You were waiting for me to look into your eyes, your tongue darting out to tease me.

"Ahh..."

You knew that no matter what else you did that I would come, so you went in straight for the kill. You began to lap at my slit, sucking on my clit and sliding a finger up inside of my wet pussy. I pushed my head back, my hands gripping my thighs and my moans increasing in volume. The pending orgasm was beginning to come back again and you were doing all you could to make me explode. You now had two fingers inside, pumping them in and out as though they were your big, hard cock. My hips began to move up and away from the wall, my breaths harsh and the tingling in my spine becoming electric as I screamed.

"Oh, Joey!!"

I thrashed and moaned, my juices pouring out of me, the sensations overwhelmingly delightful. Feeling your tongue devour me, I continued to clench until my orgasm subsided, my breathing calming. You licked me clean, letting my leg down and standing up. I pulled your lips to mine, kissing you and tasting myself on your lips, which riled me up even more. You grabbed my hips and turned to that now you were against the wall. I'm going to play this moment exactly as it happened last time. Remembering what I did, my hands reached down and unbuckled your belt, bringing down the zipper. I reached in, teasing your cock with light fingertips as I found the opening of your boxers, bringing your hard cock out for me to adore. I licked my lips, watching the veined, purplish staff pulse and jump with your heartbeat. A bit of precum pooled at the slit, my tongue lashing out to have a taste. You moaned, thrusting your hip forward a bit to suggest what I should do. I looked up at you, finding your eyes looking into mine.

"Sweetheart..." you exhaled, your voice not as rough but now rich. I took your cock in my hand, feeling how big and hard it was as I gave it a stroke, bringing my mouth forward to wrap my lips around you. You let out a groan of relief, your body jerking pleasurably to the wonderful sensations of my warm, wet mouth. My mouth began to work around your stiff, wide rod, my tongue working in tandem to make sure you received nothing but the best. I myself got myself all worked up again, my hand under my dress, rubbing my clit. As always, the more that I tasted of you, the more that I wanted, so my hand began to stroke in time with my mouth, feeling your cock pulse between my lips. I then felt your hands push me away, my mouth releasing from you as you pulled me up to stand. 

You crushed your mouth against mine, turning back to press me against the wall. You held my leg up, your cock nestling comfortably between my pussy lips, sliding just a little to tease both of us. I heard you fumbling with your pants, like you had before, now lifting my other leg. I wrapped my arms around you, gasping as the head of your cock stood at my entrance. You leaned down, kissing my neck as you pushed forward, sheathing yourself inside of me. A brief gasp escaped my lips, my wet pussy widening to accept you as deep as you would go. You were the perfect size for me and it drove me wild the way you filled me. You did not move at all; just savoring the sensations we shared. Your head then came up, taking my lips as your hips began to swiftly thrust your cock in me. My legs had now locked around you, letting our bodies touch more intimately, your pelvis rubbing against mine. You'd become rough now, pushing deeper and harder, my teeth gritting together from my back sliding up and down the wall.

"Fuck me, baby...fill me with that cock...mmm..."

I loved egging you on; it got me so much more in the end. You grabbed my arms and pinned them above my head, your cock driving faster and even deeper in my cunt. Looking straight into my eyes, you could see the animalistic passions of a woman who loved the way you fucked. And I could see in your eyes a man who loved catering to my every need. I could hear the sounds of my wetness seeping down your cock with each thrust, my legs quivering as my body got ready to implode once more. Your teeth bit my neck with a little pressure and that was all I needed. My pussy clamped around you, bursting with ecstasy, my heart pumping amazingly fast and my breaths more harsh than the first time as my stomach got tight and my hands balled into fists. You were still moving, grunts and growls flying from your mouth, your movements halting as you started to come. I sighed, feeling jet after jet of your warm cum deep inside of me. For a moment, time stood still, our bodies immobile. Everything had gone just like I planned and like I remembered. Then your hands let go of my wrists and you held me, carefully stepping back to sit on the bed. I straddled you comfortably, pulling the dress from under my ass so that it wouldn't rip and then wrapping my arms around your neck. I kissed the side of your neck softly, rubbing my nose against your skin like a kitten would to show affection. Our lips met, giving one another a loving kiss, your hands massaging my thighs tenderly. And when I looked into your eyes this time, I saw the love and admiration that I give you and I knew that today was the best day of my life.

"Happy Valentine's Day, sweetie." I said. You smiled.

"And to you, my dear."



The Red Dress



Long red velvet dress with a slit all the way up my thigh. Low cut in the front showing more than a hint of cleavage and very low cut in the back resting on the tip of my bum. Long, tight sleeves bunched at my wrists. I stood in front of the mirror tilting my head to put in my single solitaire earrings. I tussled my hair a little and tweaked the lipstick on the corner of my mouth. Then I analyzed the final product. Not bad, I am pretty sure he'll like the red. But maybe...no heels. 

I reveled in the feel of the fabric against my palms, running my hands over it as it hugged my curves, too tight for undergarments. 

I was bent over in the closet when you walked in the door. 

"Hey Doll!" you called but I didn't hear you. "Sam, I'm here!" Still no answer. 

I didn't hear you come up the stairs or into my room. I was desperately searching for the one pair of red flats I had buried somewhere deep in the mess of shoes at the bottom of my closet. I also didn't realize that my bum was wagging as I fought with the shoes. 

You walked up behind me smiling, "Mmm...great view." 

"Oh, Hi. I'll be just a minute. Can't find my damn red flats..." I was still bent over searching when you put your hands on my bum. You slid your hands all over, enjoying the feel of the velvet. "Mmm nice dress Darlin, when did you get this one?" 

Having found my shoes, I stood slowly, not wanting to stop you from your exploration of my body. As I stood, the dress hung down, exposing the low dip in the back. "I bought this one for you today...do you like the red?" I looked back at you over my shoulder. "I love it...and damn Sam, nice back." You traced the edge of the dress were it rested above my bum. Your finger gave me goose bumps and sent a rush of heat straight out from my core. My nipples hardened instantly and I stepped back toward you. Swaying to the sound of R&B soul, coming from the radio in the bathroom. "Mmm, I love when you touch me. I'm glad you like the dress."

You moved my hair from were it hung down my back and started kissing the nape of my neck. I bent my head forward.

"God, you smell so good. Is that the one I sent you?" 

I nodded. "Channel No5, good choice, hmm?"

"So what's the occasion?" You continued kissing me as you spoke.

I gasped in mock surprise, "Dinner silly," I giggled, "Don't tell me you forgot." 

I reached up and held my hair out of the way for you, wanting you to kiss my neck more, and stepped back again to feel you against me. Your hands slid up and down the edge of the back of my dress and then out over the sides. Down my rib cage and down over my hips. You kissed my spine and your hands slid down the sides of my thighs as your mouth traveled closer to my bum. You found the slit and traced it with your finger tip causing more goose bumps. My body was on fire.  

"B—but if you don't want t—to go out..." I couldn't finish the sentence as your hand slipped inside the slit and down my bare thigh. Your hands were warm and firm. I bent forward with you as you reached further down to the inside of my knee and back up the inside of my thigh. I could feel your penis press into me. 

"Mmm," you laughed softly through your moan, amused with your affect on me. 

Before your hand had total control of me, I pulled away quickly and turned around to face you, getting some distance; both hands on your chest holding you away from me.

"No, no, no, I am not getting all messed up if you want to go out." I said, my voice not quite as assertive as I wanted it to be. 

You then, got the full impact of my dress with the hair, the neck line, the slit and my tight nipples. I could see that you liked it. I blushed and smiled feeling suddenly naked to your assessment. You stood there speechless, your eyes fathomless. I looked, I couldn't help it, and saw that you 'really' like my appearance. 

"So? Are we going?" I smiled "Or are you just going to stare at me all night." 

I reached down beside you and picked up my shoes. I stepped into the bathroom and shut off the radio and the light. The bed room was dim now only the light from the hall way providing illumination. You still said nothing just watched me. I paused to look at you, so handsome; the way the light cast shadows across your face and your intense blue eyes, so sexy it made my heart skip a beat. I kept looking at you as I walked past, towards the door. Your hands moved so quickly, I gasped as you grabbed my arm, and snaked the other around my waist, pulling me into your arms. Your breath was hot in my ear, and I melted when you said, in your sexy low voice, "You're not going anywhere, Darlin. You are my dinner."

My head fell back against your shoulder at the power of your words. I love being held in your arms. I was trembling with anticipation as you kissed, licked and sucked at my neck, causing the wide neck of my dress to fall off my shoulder. Your other hand slid inside the slit to my inner thigh. I opened my legs and leaned forward slightly. I reached up behind me and around the back of your head. I turned my head to you to say, "God I love when you touch me." And you captured my mouth with yours. Your lips were so warm and soft and your tongue, purposefully and curiously seeking mine. I opened my mouth wider to you and pulled your head closer. Lost in your kiss I was startled by your hand on my bare breast. Your touch felt so good; strong hands cupping and kneading my breast. Pinching and twisting my nipple as your other hand cupped my mound. You pawed and probed at the wet swollen folds of my smooth, bare pussy, deftly bringing me close to the edge. 

"Mmmm, no underwear, thank you for obeying." you spoke in little more than a whisper. 

You walked me to the edge of the bed, placing your hand on my back to bend me down over it. Your fingers on either side of my clit slowly but firmly sliding your whole hand up and down; your palm grazing my clit with every downward stroke. My hips were rocking with your hand and my ass was sliding up and down your raging hard on through, way too may layers of clothing. 

You stood up and I followed but you pushed me back forward again. You slid your hand in the back of my dress and I moaned as your fingers slid down between my cheeks, over my rosebud and across the wetness of my opening to meet your other hand. 

"Oh Steve." I whispered and flipped my hair up as I looked at you over my shoulder. "God, I want you inside of me." I continued to rock my pussy against your hand. Having thoroughly wet your fingers you brought them back to my ass and pressed against me; your other hand still stroking my clit.

"No, not yet" you said in your commanding tone. 

You flipped up the back of my dress. Your hands smoothed over my lower back and down over my ass. You gripped my hips and pushed me further onto the bed. The awkward angle caused my legs to tremble as I struggled to stay bent over. You got to your knees behind me and paused for what seemed like an eternity. I looked back but could only see your hands and when I attempted to move to see you, your grip held me firm. 

I squirmed, wanting the next move. Frustrated that you did nothing and I wanted so much. Minute by minute, my arousal intensified; my hands gripping the comforter. I sighed loudly disturbed by uncertainty. My legs shaking violently, but I wasn't really sure if it was muscle fatigue or excitement. 

"Please, Steve," I said in a whisper. "Your---, Please touch me."

You blew on me and it felt like I had been brushed with a thousand feathers. Your hands were warm and firm as you caressed the back of my legs. 

"Relax Sam, you're shaking." Your voice was hypnotic.

I pressed my forehead into the bed and closed my eyes. I tried to concentrate on not moving but wasn't succeeding very well. Deeply I breathed, in and out, slowly, as you continued to blow on me. Just as I was relaxing, finally, your tongue touched me. You started down my thigh and dragged it dangerously close to my swollen lips up to the top of my ass. Fuck! I thought. 

Then you bit me. The shock jolted me. But I stayed were I was. You repeated your moves on my other thigh and up to my ass, biting again. Oh my God, I thought, the tension was so great I was sure I was going to cum right then and there. My legs started to tremble again.

The next swipe of your tongue was closer still, the heat of your breath on my pussy made me whimper. Only instead of a bite this time you slapped me, hard, and again you repeated it on the other side. 

Then you stopped again, and I squirmed and shook. My ass burning, my body hanging on the razor sharp edge of ecstasy. My body was going to collapse. Then I felt your tongue, underneath me. Flat and firm against my rock hard clit. I gasped violently, suppressing my scream. Your hot breath leading, as your tongue followed along my slick folds, over my rose bud to the small of my back.

"Ohhhhh, Steve, yes." I lost it and fell forward on the bed. My bum still poised for you, you groaned and came at me again. Licking from my clit, along my now dripping pussy, up to my ass hole, then back to my clit. I couldn't stay still and I moved against your face with every brush of your tongue. Meeting you stroke for stroke until I couldn't stand it any more. You never slowed, my legs tightened and my muscles clenched. Your hands on my ass held me still as my orgasm rocked me hard and my face, still buried in the bed, smothered the scream as my body thundered. 

It didn't take me long to recover and the frustration to turn to determination. I quickly rolled onto my back, up on to my elbows. The dress covered most of me leaving my entire leg exposed. You stood looking down at me your eyes still dark, but with a devilish smirk on your face. I lifted my leg onto the bed, I saw you eyeing it. Panting, I looked up at you. "You are so, going to pay for that you know. Go sit in that chair." And I slowly sat up, as you walked to the chair. You took the large chair like the imposing man that you are. One arm on each arm rest, your legs apart. Your head down and your eyes staring straight through me. 

I stood up off the bed slowly, and traced my finger across your knee as I walked past you to the bathroom. Oh ya, I was workin it better than any chick on the cat walk. I turned on the radio, low, but loud enough to hear the thump of the soulful music. When I came out of bath room, seductively leaning against the door frame, you smiled. I did not smile back. I sauntered toward the bed trailing my hand down the doorframe behind me. Every step, slow and methodical to the rhythm of the music; my eyes never leaving yours. I danced my way to the corner closest to you, swaying and caressing my body. Cupping my breasts and sliding my hands down to were they met my legs. Leaning forward with a yearning look in my face, I spoke softly, "Mmmmm Steve, I love when you touch me here." And I smoothed my hands over my tummy and under my breasts, "And here." Then I turned and slid them around to my waist and down over my ass, as I looked at you over my shoulder, "Mmmm and here."

I continued to dance with my back to you. Moving my hips and ass to the music. Hanging my head to one side and then the other. Letting my hair fall over my shoulders; then rolling it back, my hair following. All the time, trying to distracting you from noticing my dress coming off my shoulders. My arms now free, I turned to face you clutching the dress over my cleavage. Still swaying and moving to the music. The beat was resonating deep within me and the feel of your eyes on me made me so wet. I looked up at you and stopped, as the music segued into a new song, I dropped my dress, it clung briefly to my hard nipples on its way down to my waist. 

I looked down to my breasts and pinched my nipples, making them even tighter and harder. I looked up to you, and smiled out of the corner of my mouth. My voice was husky as my arousal heightened. "Mmmm, I can't wait to feel your mouth on my breasts, mmmmm." My hair tickled my skin. I love the feel of my breasts in my hands and as I started to move to the music again I closed my eyes enjoying the tender skin in my hands. The hard nipples, so sensitive against my palms. 

I opened my eyes again to find you staring still. Feels so nice when you look at me. So much desire and hunger. I slid my hands down my sides again and over my waist, back around my ass and up again. Constantly moving and grinding to an invisible partner. I hooked my thumbs in the edge of my dress and swayed my hips as I inched it further and further down over them. I turned and continued, finally letting it cascade in a pool around my feet. I reached up for the tall bed post and, resting my head and back against it held on, I turned back towards you. Fully naked, arms above my head, leaning against the post with my legs and pussy pointed to you.

I took a minute to gage your mood; tempered and controlled, you evidently wanted me to continue. 

I turned even more towards you and begged you with my eyes. I pulled my arms down over my the top of my head, down the sides of my face, closing my eyes, down my neck, imagining that they were your hands, down over my chest, swaying and moving to the new, slightly faster piece of music on the radio, down over my breasts, looking back at you, down over my tummy to my mound. "Mmmm Steve, I am so hot for you right now."

I slid my hands down over my thighs and out to my knees, never breaking from your gaze. I spread my knees as I squatted in front of you. Tilting my head, my hair falling over to cover one of my breasts, bringing my hands to my pussy, playing, pawing, probing, in full view of you. I had to close my eyes and throw my head back at the intensity of my touch overpowering me a little. My fingers buried deep inside of me, I grinded my hips in rhythm. "Oh God, Steve," I said breathy, "I want you inside of me." Opening my eyes to you, I trailed my sticky, wet fingers up from my pussy, between my breast, wiping a little on each nipple before carrying on up the center of my neck, up over my chin and slowly, very slowly, slipping them into my mouth.

"MMMmmm," 

My eyes closed. Running my tongue over, under, and around my fingers. The smell and the taste taking me closer and closer to the edge. 

I opened my eyes. I love looking into your eyes. Still there, waiting intently, ready. You were still far too controlled. You had made no sound. No change in your breathing. No movement from your hands; although I had no doubt of my affect on you; your eyes betrayed you completely. 

I put my hands on my knees and closed them to one side, slid my hands up my thighs and over my ass as I arched back into a standing position. I turned toward you and slowly walked forward. Your eyes surveyed me, top to bottom and there was that smirk again, causing me to blush a little. 

Standing in front of you, I took your hands and placed them on my breasts. Your hands felt so good on me, my body came alive with goose bumps. My hands over yours, grasping my breasts, I pulled you to standing. I stepped closer to feel the heat from your body against mine and as you touched and pinched my nipples. I undid the buttons on your shirt. You leaned in to kiss me, but I pulled away. I continued, pulling your shirt out of your pants, over and off your shoulders. I slid my hands down your chest to the waistband of your pants. I quickly undid them as well, pulling out your undershirt. My hands finally touching even just a tiny bit of your skin, caused me to sigh and whimper. I craved you so bad. Wanted to feel you against me so bad. Your hands slid around my ribs to my back and you roughly, pulled me close. I pushed back again, and pushed your hands down from me too. I tugged at your shirt, pulling it up and over your head; you didn't fight me. I pulled at your pants and as they slid over your hips, down, and over your cock, it sprang up once it was freed. It was as powerful as the rest of you and I paused to look, in awe of how sexy you were. I was so eager to touch you. I wrapped one hand around your steely, hard shaft and cupped your balls with my other. 

My mouth was watering as my jaw clenched. My thumb brushing over the drop of precum on the deep red head of your gorgeous cock. I pulled and tugged as I looked back up at you. Your hands were at your sides. I bent to kiss your chest, licking and tasting the saltiness of your flesh. I took one nipple in my mouth and bit. You gasped and flinched, your eyes angry and intense. You growled and grabbed the back of my neck, yanking me to you and you latched onto my neck. Under my chin, licking and smelling the residue of my juices; down over my breasts, taking one nipple in at a time, gently, but eagerly licking and tasting everything. I didn't let go of you. I pressed my lower body against yours, squirming and grinding against you in my hand. You looked back up to me, paused, and then kissed me. Deep and passionate, drinking me like a man fresh from the sand box. I too, was being swept away. Thirsty, it had been so long since our last...visit. My knees felt weak again and my heart threatened to explode from my chest. 

My grip on your cock was too firm and erratic for my liking, so I took a step back and let go. I had to push with both hands on your chest to get you to let go. 

Standing and staring at each other, breathless, completely naked and so fucking hungry.

I walked you backwards towards the chair again, and fell to my knees before you could sit. I took you into my mouth; hungry and sloppy, I sucked and licked at you, slurping and moaning wildly. You held onto my head, more for balance than direction. I had my hand on your ass pulling you deeper and deeper into my mouth. I took hold of you and stroked as I twisted my wrist back and fourth, my mouth sucking you in and out. I wanted to taste you, I needed to taste you. 

"Fuck, Darlin, do you want me to explode in your mouth?" Your voice raspy and low.

I looked up into your eyes with my answer and you held on to my head following my rhythm. Only a few more strokes and you exploded. "Oh, oh Sam, oh yes, oh, oh." Loudly you came. The last couple of deep thrusts causing me to gag slightly as you slammed into the back of my throat.

You tasted so good, so sweet and salty. You stood there for another minute and then when I let you slide from my mouth, you collapsed onto the chair behind you. Remarkably you were still hard. I sat at your knees, staring at you. You were still breathing heavy so I started to caress you. Cupping your balls and down your thighs. Your head fell back and your eyes closed as you let me touch you.

My hands flat, smoothing gently up your legs, sliding in between your thighs, up over your pelvis, wrapping around the base of your cock. Up over your belly to your chest. Slowly and smoothly, gently lulling you. I leaned against you to reach your shoulders and up your neck. Back down over your shoulders. I love the feel of your muscles, down over your biceps to your forearms and out to your fingers. You didn't notice me rise and stand as I continued to caress your chest again. 

Then I turned and placed my leg on either side of yours. Slowly lowered myself to your lap and reached between my legs to guide you. I slid slowly down around your cock. I heard you moan as you hands gripped my hips. I wiggled to take you fully. Stretching to accommodate you. Your fullness took my breath away. Once you were completely in me, I sat still. Not moving. Loving the feel of you inside of me, finally. Slightly painful, but so good.

You began to move, growing again. I moved back. It didn't take long for us to climb again. You sat up, your body pressed against me and your arms wrapped around me. Your hand found my clit again, engorged and throbbing. My fingers dug into the arms of the chair. Your head pressing into my back as I rocked my hips back and forth, my pussy making sucking noises as my muscles drew you in deeper with each pass along your long shaft. Your hand kneading my breasts, your fingertips pinching.




The Red Dress



The red dress caught his eye immediately. Sleeveless, very low-cut, knee-length, with a slit at the front extending halfway up her thighs ...

The woman wearing it was not young by any means, but tall, fair-haired, and with a body and legs that the dress showed off to perfection. She was wearing matching high-heeled red shoes, sandals really, toenails, fingernails, lips, all painted the same shade of red. Her legs were bare, a knee and a stretch of thigh emerging provocatively from the slit whenever she moved, breasts swelling from the top of her dress, probably helped by an uplift bra, he thought.

'Do you know her? Is she a member here?' a breathless voice said by his side.

'Yes, she's a member,' he answered, his eyes still fixed on the woman in red.

'Is she -- available? Open to suggestion?'

He glanced at her. The contrast couldn't have been greater. Short, iron-grey hair, a severe black dress, sheer black stockings, but not unattractive. She seemed a little drunk.

He smiled. 'You'd have to ask her.'

'I think I might join the club. If only to find out if she'd -- like to do things ...'

'The club' was the local tennis club. The president, Tony Parker, was throwing a party to celebrate his birthday, and the evening was going well, a few couples dancing, a Beatles CD playing softly, and the bar doing a brisk trade.

The woman in red was listening to a short, bald, florid-faced man who couldn't take his eyes off her breasts, while she glanced around the room, idly twirling and empty wine glass, a polite smile fixed on her face, but obviously bored.

'Excuse me -- I think it's time for a little chivalry.'

He made his way round the dance floor and smiled at the woman.

'Your glass is empty. Need a refill?'

She smiled at him gratefully. 'That would be nice! Thank you!'

He lightly gripped her bare arm just above the elbow.

'You don't mind, do you?' he said to the bald man, and steered her towards the bar.

'And thank you for that, too! If he'd kept talking much longer, I'd have screamed!'

He looked at her glass, and raised his eyebrows.

'Dry white wine, please.'

He bought the wine and a pint of beer for himself, and they toasted other silently.

'The woman over there, in the black, she's taken a fancy to you -- she wondered if "you'd like to do things."'

She glanced at the woman quizzically, a half-smile on her lips. Perhaps, it said.

The woman smiled back demurely, running the tip of her tongue over her lips. I hope so ...

He took a long drink of beer, looking down at her breasts.

She had another sip of wine. 'My car's being serviced. It needs a part or something, and I came with Janet Watson in her car, but she had to leave early. Any chance of a lift?'

'No problem. Whenever you're ready.'

A man bumped into her, and her breasts brushed his arm, and he inhaled her perfume.

'When we've finished our drinks. My lady in black seems to have disappeared -- maybe you talking to me has frightened her off!'

'She said she might join the club, just to meet you, so I probably haven't spoiled the romance!'

She giggled, smiling at him over the rim of her glass, and he drank the last of his beer.

They said goodnight to their host, again wishing him a happy birthday. He'd obviously had quite a lot to drink -- he was a tall man, wearing an open-necked polo shirt and a blazer, and he beamed and kissed her on the cheek, holding her hand and squeezing her breast with his other hand, unsuccessfully trying to shield what he was doing with his body.

'Good night, goodnight, my lovely favourite mixed doubles partner!' he boomed, and kissed the woman's cheek again, narrowly missing her mouth.

They left the club, standing in the porch for a moment. It was dark, the wind picking up and rustling in the trees, and the first drops of rain started to splash down. He took his jacket off and slipped it round her bare shoulders, and their fingers touched as she adjusted it. The gravel crunched under their feet as they made their way to his car, and he opened to passenger door for his, being rewarded by an expansive glimpse of bare thighs, gleaming in the dim glow of the interior light. 

He started the car, and they set off.

'From the way Tony Parker was behaving, it looked as though you two play more than doubles,' he observed. 'Has he had you?'

'What a question! But if you must know, yes, a few times.' She shrugged. 'He's nothing special -- he's a much better on the tennis court than in bed.'

He pulled up outside a large detached house, and she turned, leaning towards him.

He kissed her. Her lips were soft and cool, and his mouth started to work on hers. Her lips parted, and their tongues found each other, dancing lazily, and he cupped the breast recently vacated by Tony Parker's hand, squeezing it gently.

They kissed for several minutes, wetly, and then they broke apart.

Her breath was coming rapidly, and he continued to fondle her breast.

She hesitated, then: 'A quick coffee?'

He nodded, and released her breast. Again he opened the car door for her, and again he was treated to the sight of her bare thighs as she placed first one foot and then the other on the ground as he stared down at her legs and the considerably amount of cleavage she revealed as she bent to climb out of the car.

She let them into the house, and he followed her into the kitchen.

She shrugged off his jacket and switched on the kettle, spooning coffee into a сafetière -- he was standing behind her, and she leaned back against him as his hands slipped round her and fondled her breasts.

'Undo me,' she whispered, and he unzipped her dress and pushed it down, and unhooked her bra. She slipped her arms free of both of them, and stood naked to the waist as he crushed her bare breasts, pinching her nipples, tugging them, brushing his thumbs back and forth as he kneaded her breasts, kissing her neck while she pressed herself back against his hardening penis. 

The kettle boiled, and she poured water into the сafetière as he kissed her bare shoulders. She found two mugs, and they went into the living room, sitting on the sofa while the coffee brewed for a few minutes.

He started at her naked breasts, capped by large stippled aureoles and prominent nipples, already stiff from his ministrations, and they kissed wetly, open-mouthed, until the coffee was ready.

She poured it into the mugs, and then turned back to him. He slipped his arm round her half-naked body and pulled her to him as the kissed again. The kiss became more passionate, and he dropped his free hand to her bare thigh, slowly sliding it up through the slit until his fingers touched her panties.

She gasped, squirming against him as he pushed his fingers inside her panties. She was dripping wet, and he felt her hand grasping his penis through his trousers.

The coffee was forgotten as she hauled her dress up around her waist. Her panties were silk, peach coloured, and he admired them for a moment before she raised her hips to help him slide them down her legs and off her feet, as she fumbled to free his erect penis from his trousers.

She leaned back into the corner of the sofa, pulling him down to her, guiding his penis into her, and he started to fuck her slowly. 

She closed her eyes, her teeth clamped on her bottom lip as he gripped her soft breast, feeling its nipple hard as a pebble in the palm of his hand. She pushed herself up to meet his strokes -- it seemed as though his penis was getting larger -- and even harder -- inside her, as it penetrated deeper and deeper into her warm, wet vagina.

She seemed to feel it growing, too -- her eyes opened, and she clutched his arms, arching her back to grind her naked breasts against his chest.

He kissed her wetly, open-mouthed, as once again their tongues found each other. He slid his hand up and down her bare thigh and gripped her soft bottom as her breath began to come faster and faster, until she was almost panting into his mouth.

He felt her tighten her muscles around his penis, and she threw her head back, her nails digging into his arms, and then she gave a little cry as her body stiffened, and she began to jerk spasmodically as her orgasm swept through her, and at the same moment his semen started to spurt into her, in fierce, uncontrollable jets.

She flung her arms round his neck, kissing him feverishly as he emptied himself into her, holding her to him until they both quieted, and their breathing returned to normal.

At last, she took a deep breath and smiled at him weakly.

'It's time for you to go, I think,' she whispered, and kissed him lightly on the lips. 'And I'd better get up to bed, in case your father wakes up and wonders where I am!'



The Red Dress



Moina Locklear was a lovely little thing, and she definitely knew it. She hadn't always been that way of course- having had an awkward adolescence where she wore glasses, had a face full of pimples and braces- but she seemed to be finally pleased with her appearance at the age of twenty-five, where her parent's money had bought her perfect, white teeth; a sexy, pouty bottom lip; a full bosom; and a wardrobe full of nice clothes. She went to the frequent cocktail parties of the local Connecticut bourgeoisie and prided herself on being a prominent member of the local yacht club- even though she didn't own a yacht. 

Her mother had bequeathed to her before her lost battle with breast cancer, the estate, the family fortune, and a bonus of three thousand dollars won from her divorce settlement with Moina's father. Moina had enough to live comfortably for the rest of her days, all without lifting a finger. 

She mused upon her good luck before checking her trusty palm-pilot for any appointments today. The day proved to be boringly empty save for the final event- the monthly 'themed' bash over at her friend Jill's house. Jill had a huge hot tub, which every month at her smashing parties proved to be the center of the Ridgefield gossip club. The theme this month (it was February) happened to be entitled "Seeing Red" and the invitation was as follows:

Martinez Monthly Mash

February 2009

"Seeing Red" 

When: February 10th 7PM to 1AM

Where: Jill and Ricardo Martinez Estate

What: Enjoy cocktails, outdoor grilling, and more at this month's Mash, where the theme is RED! Wear red; bring red roses, whatever as long as it's RED in honor of Cupid's favorite holiday. 

RSVP ASAP. 



Moina excitedly pitter-pattered to her walk in closet, and turned to the side exclusively for dresses. She had four red dresses- one was out of the question because it required her to wear white shoes, and white after Labor day was a no-no- the other was a sundress, too casual- the third had a button missing- which left the fourth- a sexy, plunge-line halter with a pleated bottom that revealed just the right amount of skin. She chose a pair of matching red peep-toe pumps and laid them out on her bed along with red underwear and bra. The outfit was delightfully sensual overall. 

Though Moina Locklear was a pretty little thing, and she could dress as scantily as she wanted- she never did so to attract men. For Moina, getting jazzed up proved to be for her own personal satisfaction. Men did not control her life because she had seen firsthand what her father had done to her mother by betraying her with another woman. She feared intimacy, especially the sexual kind, ever since she lost her virginity to a rough, inconsiderate boy named Ian at the age of seventeen. But she adored looking sexy, making people want her, even though the chances of her wanting them back were slim to none. Not that Connecticut lacked in cute, sophisticated guys...

Moina whittled away the day by going grocery shopping and getting her hair done. She loved the way her hair looked when it was freshly made up- she had short red hair cut to her chin in a modern, austere bob- she would catch her reflection in the window or a mirror and smile. Her face was dainty and girlish, her lips red against the paleness of her skin, her big brown eyes shown beneath the sepia of her eyeshadow and mascara, and her nose tweaked up in a perky little peak accented by the freckles underneath her eyes and across its bridge. 

All throughout adolescence, her breasts were nonexistent, flat little lumps with no volume, until at nineteen she persuaded her mother to let her get implants which landed her with the 32Bs she had now. Her body was streamlined and slender, with wide hips and a small butt. 

Moina sighed in the mirror and checked her watch. 6:02, still an hour left. 

She watched television for a while (some game show) until it was finally time for her to depart. 

--

The party was already well underway by the time she got there- the latest music blaring from the outdoor speakers, the fire pit heating the atmosphere around the fading February snow, the hot-tub full of people, martinis in everybody's hand. 

"Oh Moina, we thought you'd never get here," came the slightly squealing, patronizing voice of her friend Jill, the host. Jill's man candy husband, a real-estate guru named Ricardo Martinez had his arm linked around hers, and his eyes traveled around in boredom. Jill and Moina kissed each other on the cheeks. 

"Ricky, be a dear and go fetch Moina a martini will you?" she bade her husband, kissing him on the cheek. He made a grunt of assent and left the two women alone. 

Jill and Moina began to chat animatedly about eyeliner and hair products, when something distracted the host, and her eyes lit up with excitement. 

"Off the topic for a moment, Moina dear- but have you met my cousin Claude? He's visiting from Montana and is quite the interesting person. I swore he was around here somewhere..." her eyes searched the party hungrily for said cousin of hers, and Moina experienced the dreadful sense of being set up. 

"Claude?" Jill called out, and after a few moments of impatient foot-tapping, an extraordinarily tall man emerged from the shadows of the house. 

"Cripes, Jill, I was just getting a drink," he complained loudly. 

Claude had to be at least six feet tall, with a boyish face and dirty-blonde hair. He wore a red shirt and black slacks. Once he stepped from the porch-light, his hair returned to a more natural shade of brown. It hung in loose curls down his neck. 

"Claude," Jill addressed, her voice clipped; "there's someone I want you to meet. This is Moina Locklear. She lives in Ridgefield, just south of here. Would you be a dear and keep her company while I go refill the ice bucket for the champagne?" 

Claude nodded noncommittally, sighing with relief after Jill went off, teetering in the opposite direction of the ice bucket she claimed she needed to refill. 

"She's so damn bourgeois," Claude said curtly, his hands in his pockets. Moina nodded in silent assent. 

"I'm Claude Favreau, by the way- not 'darling Claude' or whatever the hell pet names my cousin contrives for me." Claude held out his hand, which Moina shook, alarmed at its warmth despite the weather. 

"Moina Locklear," introduced the other, smiling shyly at this handsome, youthful man before her. She wasn't usually shy like this, but perhaps it was the fact that Claude looked like a red and black skyscraper compared to her. 

"So you live in Montana..." Moina began, offering a conversation starter, for some reason not wanting to lose this man's attention. She became suddenly self-conscious about the way her dress clung to her hips. 

"Yeah," Claude picked up the line, running his hands through his sandy hair; "I do. It's gorgeous up there. There are mountains everywhere, and you can see the stars at night." He smiled wistfully.

"What do you do," Moina asked, then hurriedly- "for a living, I mean."

"Me? Oh, I'm a doctor. The family doctor, actually. I live in a pretty remote place. Takes me a half hour to get to the grocery store," he laughed. 

"Must be nice," Moina said absentmindedly, blushing at her strange remark. 

"It is," Claude nodded in assent. "What do you do? For a living, I mean."

"I work part time at an organic food store. My mom left me a lot in her will, so I don't need to make much." 

"Must be nice not having to worry about food and stuff. So are you good friends with Jill?"

"Not really. She throws good parties, though."

Claude snorted. "If you like this sort of thing. Cute dress, by the way." 

Moina and Claude spoke throughout the entire party, and when he danced with her, she felt a stirring she hadn't felt in a very long time. She felt his body moving with hers. She felt calm about it. The feeling of his arms around her waist seemed right to her. He heard his voice, husky in her ear whisper "Do you wanna leave this joint?" and she heard herself say "Yes."

They arrived at Moina's house ten minutes later, Claude whistling at the size of it. Moina brewed him a cup of coffee, which he downed in a couple of sips. 

"So do you have a boyfriend?" asked Claude, more serious than usual.

"No," Moina laughed. 

"Why not? You're gorgeous enough for it." 

She blushed. 

"I just don't want one." 

"Why?" he pressed. 

Finally, Moina gave in to telling Claude about Ian, and how he treated her roughly when he took her virginity, and how he called her names and hit her once. Claude sat sober faced through the entire story. 

"One bad guy doesn't make them all bad," he said sometime after. "There are other men, you know."

"I know," Moina smiled, feeling unexplained tears well up in her eyes. "It's just that he's ruined sex for me. I've never done it since."

Why she told all of him this, she didn't know. She only knew that when he took her hand in his that it felt right. 

"Will you let me," he whispered in her ear, his voice hoarse; "I'll be gentle. You can tell me to stop at any time." 

And for some inexplicable, incomprehensible, equivocal reason- Moina said yes. 

Her mind was in a haze as she led him upstairs to her bedroom- suddenly ashamed at its boring earth tones and small bed. Claude's lips connected with hers in a desperate kiss, his breaths of arousal in her ear. Moina remained silent, allowing a gasp to escape her when he kissed down her jawline, leaving a mark on her collarbone. She noticed that he had untied her dress and let it fall to the floor. She instantly covered herself, ashamed at the fact that at the last minute she had decided against wearing a bra. 

"Don't hide yourself," he whispered in her ear. "You're goddamn gorgeous."

Moina shivered at the words. 

He edged her up against the bed and kissed her breasts which caused her to moan and arch her back; he slid her up so that she was now fully lying down, Claude on top of her, towering over her. He undid the buttons on his shirt and removed it, his long arms shirking it to the floor. His socks followed. Moina was so tiny in his arms, in the large expanse of his chest. He could pick her up easily, and conversely, he could hurt her easily as well. Through his clouded mind, he reminded himself to be gentle. 

He played with her nipples, pressed her breasts together in order to kiss both simultaneously. Sensitive after years of dormancy, Moina moaned. Ian never felt this good. Claude removed his pants, leaving him in his black briefs- in them, a tent. Moina's eyes widened in fear at his arousal, and she scrambled backwards. He caught her, and kissed her deeply, silencing her. Slowly he sat up and held her in his lap, his hands dancing along her body before settling in the valley between her legs. She cringed in the anticipation of pain, but instead she received pleasure. 

Claude was good at what he did, his hands teased her, caressed her, pleasured her; he found her clit and tweaked it, rewarded by the cry she gave- his name- Claude. He laid her against the pillows, and kissed her once more, trailing kisses down her neck her torso, stopping between her legs before kissing her there too, lapping up the wetness he had roused in her. His tongue went inside her, teased her entrance, played with her clit. Beads of sweat rolled down her face as she choked out moan after moan, never loud, but soft, as if she was afraid of him hearing. Unbeknownst to her, he busied himself by slipping a condom onto his shaft underneath his underwear. 

He sucked on her clit suddenly, before taking a break to lap at it, then suck at it again. This time she elicited a cry of satisfaction, bolting up and grabbing Claude's head, her fingers tangled in his sandy hair. 

"Claude, so good," she whimpered as he repeated his ministrations. "Claude, I'm gonna come, Claude!" And suddenly, Claude's face was sprayed with her essence as she climaxed. Claude removed his underwear while she was basking in her afterglow. 

"I want to feel you around me," he whispered huskily into Moina's ear, "I want to fill you with me, I want to be inside of you, I want to make you scream again."

Through her fear, Moina choked out a yes. She kissed him, tasting herself on him, noting at how sour it was. 

Claude teased her entrance with his cock, rubbing back and forth, causing Moina to clench in desperation, already aroused again, already wet. Claude continued his administrations until he heard what he wanted to hear. 

"Goddammit Claude, just do it!" 

"Do what?" he feigned innocence.

"Enter me," she sobbed as he brushed against her clit. 

"With what?" 

"Just fucking do it!"

And he did. Slowly, he slid into her, marveling at how tight she was. 

"Does it hurt?" he whispered in her ear. 

"No...Please Claude, move." 

He thrust in and out of her patiently, waiting for her to get used to the motions. She did. 

"Harder Claude," she groaned, bucking her hips in rhythm to his thrusts. 

"What's the magic word?" he teased, nibbling at her ear, trying to control himself. 

"Harder please, please, Claude." 

He obliged, feeling his cock slide in and out of her, loving the friction despite the condom he had sneaked on while he ate her out. 

"Claude," she cried, his name on her lips as a moan, and he couldn't hold himself back anymore- he pounded her, let himself go, was rough but not violent. Moina groaned his name as she hit her plateau, and he slowed down, making every thrust that much sweeter until, through her little moans, she came again, and he did as well, a loud, deep moan on his lips. 

"Are you okay?" he asked her after their breathing settled down. 

"Oh my God," she groaned. 

"Are you hurt?" his tone was slightly panicked. 

"No Claude, oh God no. What did you do to me?" she asked, burying her head in his chest. He kissed her. 

"What a man is supposed to do to a woman." 

The red dress was going to be a wrinkled mess in the morning, but she didn't care.