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Black Tie

By: HopeSinsEternal



Clare got the invitation the morning of her 21st birthday; it was old fashioned with the smell of ink still fresh upon it. It was beautiful. Sealed with red wax, handwritten, addressed to her...

For the attention of Clare Sharpe...

Nothing else gave a clue to whom had brought it, as if a secret messenger had fluttered through her window in the night and silently place it on her dresser. She opened it with a dry mouth and shaking fingers although she could not begin to fathom the reason she was receiving shivers down her spine. It read...

Clare...

The curtain falls at 9...

Black tie.

She was confused as she read off the address, this was all pretty elaborate for a surprise party but she decided to shake off her nerves and play along.

By 8pm she was dressed and ready to go, she had chosen a black sleeveless dress, lace backed and slit up to the thigh, she looked good, she knew she did, her long auburn hair flowing down passed her ample breasts, however it was underneath where she had really gone all out, sheer stockings held in place by a metallic blue garter belt and suspenders with silver straps/buckles, the colour greatly contrasted with her pale skin, making her skin almost glow against the moonlight, she perfected the look with a simple blue thong and no bra... There was a slight chill in the air that caused her nipples to harden and rub beneath the flimsy material of her dress; she was excited, suspended in a sense of awakening she couldn't quite explain. 

Her taxi pulled up outside the address with 10 minutes to spare, her anticipation grew when she saw where her party was being held, it was something out of an old romance novel, stone walls with columns, ivy growing up the trellis, eating away at bricks laid many years before, old fashioned knockers with faces and windows flickering with what must be candlelight. It took her breath away and for some reason she wasn't quite ready to get it back.

She knocked the front door and it swung open (eerie) and entered into a small dark hallway, a mask lay on a silver tray next to a lone candle, she giggled at the colour as she realised it was the same metallic blue she donned underneath her dress, she slipped it on, careful not to smudge her mascara and eyeliner that she had painstakingly applied, making her blue eyes look devastating, intoxicating... She continued to follow the light until she reached a large ballroom, several masked eyes raised to meet hers but she recognised no-one, the feeling she'd had when she'd opened the letter. Champagne glittered by with waiters and she reached for one, enjoying the way chilled liquid lubricated her throat and calmed her nerves. There was something else, strange warmth spreading through her chest and down into her fingertips, she took a deep breath, walked forward, and fell. 

Clare awoke groggy and confused, images of masks and candlelight filling her waking dreams, she went to brush a strand of hair from her face but found herself strapped down, leather cuffs pinning her to a cold table. She looked around and realised she hadn't been dreaming, candles flickered around a dark, musty room... To her dismay she realised her dress was gone and she was spread out in all her erotic beauty. A chair lay in the corner of the room. Empty.

She tried to make sense of what was happening, attempting to take in the room around her, she realised her dress was in fact in here with her, hanging carefully on a hanger, next to a small wash basin. There was also a mirrored window opposite her, like something out of an interrogation room... She observed her reflection, her skin paler than ever before as her chest heaved with fear and stunned anticipation, a sheen of sweat drawing the light to her glistening body, her mask still perfectly in place... Then she felt the vibrations!

Her body bucked as she realised that being stripped was not the only alteration that had been made to her, the pulsing inside her was unlike anything she had known before, driving her pelvis forward, desperately seeking some kind of release, she was frustrated, all she needed was some stimulation to her clit and she could end this torture, her nails dug into her leather straps... Wishing with all her might she had the strength to tear them off...She didn't. All she could do was endure it, the stimulation keeping her in a constant state of near release but never quite tipping her over, she couldn't help but be drawn to her own reflection, her eyes growing wild from her predicament, a blush forming across her skin, hips grinding like an animal begging, screaming to be released. Her nipples were almost painful from the vibrations teamed with the coolness off the room, she ached to stroke them, pinch them between her fingers like she did every night in bed before she would casually let her hand slide down into her wetness... The thought of herself was making the torment worse, there wasn't a sound to be heard above her pleas and the vibrating hum reverberating around the room. Her body was feeling the pressure, she had no idea how long she had been kept on the edge and she was feeling exhausted, thirsty... She blacked out still crying to be touched.

Clare was in another dream; she was lost in a soft hum of sound, singing, low and deep, it was reassuring, she tried to stretch out her aching bones and was instantly comforted by massaging hands, fingers probing out the knots that pressure had put there. She wasn't ready to wake up yet, she felt soft caresses on her neck, her chest, her nipples, she longed for them to go lower... they did! She was wet, waiting, expecting... The caresses got harder, an expert hand kneading her breasts, spreading warmth through her. She could almost feel the bruises already appearing on her unblemished skin, a thought that thrilled her. A kiss startled her back into reality and she started to fight, it felt so good but she didn't know what was happening to her, conflict filled her mind and she felt this stranger bite down into her neck causing her to let out an involuntary moan into his ear, she felt him shudder, felt his jaw twitch into a smug grin. It was all the go ahead he needed. He moved quickly and yanked apart her legs, by some secret signal the vibrations inside her started again, lower this time, relaxing her but not the torture it had previously held her in, all resolve she may of had was gone as she knew she needed this man, her tormenter if she was ever to gain release... She felt a tongue flick against her most intimate area and she welcomed it, softly teasing, she felt herself tremble, the vibrations got higher as he sucked her clit between his teeth and gave a slight bite... She screamed. He probed deeper, always knowing how to change his style when she was close, teaming his attentions with the buzzing inside her, she was panting now, grinding herself against him as he chuckled and moved away...

She was trying to stay still, trying to do the right thing that would earn her, her reward. He was merciless, not a word had been spoken and yet she was saying the wrong things. Her mind was trying to outwit him, shrinking away to increase his attention then having it ripped away as he grew savvy to her game... She wanted to ask, to plead but her last shred of dignity was keeping her from it, she would endure in silence.

Finally the vibrations ceased and the object providing them was removed, she relaxed, half relieved half exasperated, she was weak and her throat was hoarse from her cries... He took his chance... Fingers were unceremoniously thrust into her at an alarming pace and her body racked in response, it was rough and uncouth and she loved it. Despite the gruff nature of the finger fucking she was receiving it was hitting her g-stop every time, she was so close this time, 10 seconds and she would finally get what she had been craving. Her legs were shaking, her body writhing on the cool table where she was still being held, her screams louder, thrusts higher... Then he was gone. She cried out in sheer animal agony then heard the first two words to leave his mouth...

Beg me...

Black Tie Affair



You’re coming home for lunch today.

It might be because of the long hours you put in yesterday at your bosses black tie benefit, or the way your new secretary seems to bring out the animal in you…or it might be because I traded your ham and cheese on pumpernickel for a pair of my scantiest panties when I packed your lunch.  

Who knows?

But you’re coming home, and I’m ready for you.  I’ve bathed every inch of my body in hot, soapy water, then scrubbed my skin with a stiff brush until it glows with a pearly pink sheen.  No scent.  I want you to smell only me today.  They say that half of the enjoyment in a meal is in the aroma.

Then, after buffing with a thick, white towel, I donned that frilly, French maid’s apron…and nothing else.  You know the one…it was given as a joke on our first anniversary.  Bet you won’t be laughing at it today.  On the other hand, you may not stop smiling for a week.

Then, as a last minute afterthought, I affixed your black bow tie about my bare throat.  Perfect.  Just the right touch of formality and submission.  A sensuous mix of right, and-oh-so-wrong.  

I step now before the mirror and take my measure, astounded at what I see before me.  No housewife here, not anymore.  She’s taken her little PTA butt and flown to higher ground.  What I see in my glass is the reflection of a seductress, a wanton woman for whom there are no limits, no safe havens.

I shake my long hair loose and watch as it flows in auburn profusion down the length of my back.  My nipples struggle to peek that last half inch above the bib of my apron, but don’t quite make it, and the southern edge of my attire hints at a dark crevasse that could only be one thing.

I’m ready.

Silently, I slip down to the kitchen, intending to listen for your car in the driveway.  I can always hear when you arrive…so why did I miss it today?  Instead, I feel your presence long before I hear a sound…sense you before I see the muted flick of your trench coat in the doorway.  I close my eyes, a coiling, liquid hunger building even now between my thighs.

You’re here.  My body tenses and I hear you draw near…closer…closer…an eternity.  Finally, as my composure begins to shatter, I feel the smooth fabric of your suit pressing hard against my naked buttocks…your hands circling beneath my flimsy garment.

You speak not a word, but at once your breath assails my neck, your teeth grazing my flesh.  I gasp as a shiver courses through me.  This isn’t you…this isn’t me.  Who are these people who’ve taken over our well- composed lives?

With slow deliberation, you turn me towards you, lifting me onto the kitchen counter, curling my fingers into the handles of the overhead cabinets as though chaining me helplessly before your gaze.  The look in your eyes is something wild, feral, and it strikes a cord between my thighs.

You tug me forward until my dripping sex lays vulnerable along the very edge of my perch.  I feel your hand exploring my moist recesses, probing my readiness…one finger…two.  I gasp and my grip tightens.  Three fingers, so full…four, and finally as my body screams silently for release…the last.

Your left hand unties the bib of my apron, and my hardened nipples are free at last, pebbled and eagerly pressing against your chest.  Then, in what seems to be a single, fluid motion, you grasp one between your teeth as you thrust your hand deep into my body. 

My startled cry fills the room.  I feel your fist curling against my g-spot (is that what they call it?), and I moan…and then it begins to move.  Your hand pumps repeatedly…in and out…wetting the cuff of your expensive shirt, wetting the counter with the juice of a thousand flowing fantasies.

A scream (mine?), and my knuckles whiten against their shackles.  Shamelessly, I rut against you, needing you…devouring you with my body…and then you pull away, licking my churned offering from your fingertips.

I hang limp and senseless for a moment, steadying myself, finding my strength once again… then slip fluidly to my knees on the floor between your gabardined thighs.  Slowly I calm the trembling of my fingers as I release the buttons of your shirt and strip it from your body.  Your eyes are intense, hungry, and I reach for your belt buckle, dispatching it with a boldness I never thought I had.   Slowly, I slide the zipper downward, for your bulging manhood now demands to be released with an urgency that requires a careful hand.

Your sex springs forward, brushing my cheek in its mad rush to consummate.  I prickle, gooseflesh rising along my naked body.  I have plans for you, my Darling…forbidden plans.  Our black tie affair has just begun.

Fist clenched in my hair, you thrust your hips in my direction and I lick eagerly, lapping at the tiny spurts that even now escape from the hungry mouth of your glistening warrior.  I caress the rounded orbs beneath, rolling and milking them between my fingers until your eyes close and I hear your sighs retreat behind a deep, primal growl.

Then I rise, and taking your hand I lead you into the formal dining room, dominated even now by the heavy. mahogany table that I love so much.  I remove the chair at the head, leaving you standing there while I circle toward the opposite side. 

I pause.  Are you watching?  Could you possibly do anything else?  Then, slowly I drop my apron to the floor and turn, standing with my back toward you, and raise myself until I’m sitting atop its polished surface.  I lay back, nudging closer and closer to your hard, eager body until I am lying at right angles before you, my head dangling from the very edge in an inverted position between your thighs, my warm breath wafting around your pulsating sex.  My eyes strain to adjust as the world spins in upside-down confusion.

You moan in appreciation.  My submission is total, your control consummate.  No holds barred…no limitations…and so we feast.

I feel your left hand capturing the back of my neck, and you press forward, your right thumb momentarily hooking between my lips, opening my mouth to accept your offering.  

You advance until you penetrate the wet circle of my lips…savoring the warm expanse behind my teeth.  The angry, purple head of your tool throbs demandingly against my tongue, filling my mouth with its silken torture.   Your free hand caresses my throat below the knotted fabric of your tie, my collar, stroking as one would a favorite pet… and then you lunge.

Your hardened flesh slips past my barriers, down into the long, straight column of my throat, and I try to gasp.  You pause but for an instant, then groan…a primal prayer for control …then thrust again.  

I can feel the rise and fall of your hand as it rests against my slender passageway.  You fill me…you fill me, over and over.  You fingers caress my throat and I swallow in reflex, my flesh closing about you in a wet, pulsating suction that urges you onward.  You smile, a fierce, hungry look that defines what we’re doing…what we’re feeling, and advance once more.  

Again I feel your fingers stroke the vulnerable expanse of my throat.  You seem to enjoy the feel of your member surging and subsiding, swelling the narrow passage which it travels…laying claim to my body and mind in a way that I’ve never known.

You are close now…so close, and my hot moans fill the space between your thighs.  Your unencumbered hand grasps my right breast, tweaking the nipple until I cry out against the invader that fills my throat.

I gush then…long flowing streams against the mahogany surface.  Will this table ever be the same again?  Will I care?

You reach between my quivering thighs and run your fingers through the flow, anointing my nipples with its liquid opulence.  Then, eyes aglow, you guide my right hand deep between my nether lips and pantomime briefly an intimacy I’ve never shared with anyone.

I blush.  A deep crimson flush rises from the tips of my toes and finds its way along my bulging neckline to capture my glistening eyes.  Do you want me to…?

You do!

We are lost in a place with no rules…no limits…and my directions are clear.  I can do nothing but obey.  Intently, you watch as my hand slides maddeningly between the lips of my foamimg core, my body writhing shamelessly before you.   Your thrusts become more urgent, more demanding… your eyes like hard diamonds set in a sea of lost innocence.  

My abandonment intensifies and my rising cries consume you, vibrating against your trembling tool.  I’m wet, so wet, grinding my slippery buttocks into a swirling pool of my own lust and longing…hungering flesh and hot desire.  

 I can taste you now...so close.  Already your early offerings slide wetly down my throat…heralding the deluge to come.  My body is shaking, my hand quivering at its task.  Your eyes are aglow, and as I feel myself fall over the edge of the universe I hear you moan my name.  

Then I am drowned in a river of heated profusion… buried in a seemingly never-ending flood of thick, salty nectar, seasoned by my own ejaculate cries of unrestrained passion.  The hot, slippery liquid slithers satisfyingly down my throat, filling me…filling the hollows of my body and soul with lustful satisfaction.

You rut once more, shuddering involuntarily, then slump against me, your face flushed and sated.  

Gasping, you withdraw, kissing me gently, your tongue licking at the errant drops that have escaped my lips.  
You then climb atop the table and lay beside my moist and trembling body, drawing me against you…your breath warm and ragged against my breast.  

Once more you wet your hand between my thighs, then begin to trace the crease between my buttocks.  Your fingers begin to probe…deeper…deeper until they find their mark…that tight, virgin portal hidden between my glistening cheeks.  I bury my face against your chest, eyes widening as you begin to thrust.  Your digits, thick and strong, invade my body and I writhe against you, impaled on a stake of living tissue.

You smile.  Then removing my tie you close your lips over the throbbing pulse at the base of my throat. Your fingers retract once more, and you hold me closely, lustful fantasies flooding your eyes.

Another time…another time…

“What are you doing tomorrow for lunch?” you ask with a grin.



Black Tie Affair



It had been literally years since we’d gone out like this together. Between work, the kids, cub scouts, girl scouts, mowing the lawn and every other activity that consumed almost every waking moment, there was little time for just us. We finally moved this past summer slightly closer to home. A few weeks before the millenium Carol’s parents called and said they’d be coming down for New Years Eve. They even volunteered to watch the kids if we wanted to go out. At first we hemmed and hawed and procrastinated about what we would do when my company offered up free tickets to a black tie affair down town at the Embassy Suites Hotel. The only catch was that we had to pay for our own room for the night. It seemed like a pretty good deal from my perspective. 

Carol and I went down and checked in that after noon. 

“This is going to be fun “ she said as we walked through the hotel not encumbered by little arms asking when can we go to the pool, can we have some candy, he’s bothering me. 

Our room was a two-room suite with a king bed, a couch and a little living room. It was pretty damn nice. I took a shower while Carol got dressed. I was getting anxious so she told me to wait for her down at the bar. I ran into some of the guys from my office and we had a few drinks while I waited for my wife. Scott and Lee were both going stag to the night. Scott's wife couldn’t come and Lee was recently divorced. We sat together critiquing the women as they came in. “Nice….. nice…. Average….. average…. yuck, owww…. Average….. very nice” That was in response to the nice looking blond that was walking right towards me. 

“ Very, very nice” I said to my self as I recognized my wife of 12 years. She had on a sparkling, long black halter dress that showed her shoulders and had a slit up to her mid thigh. The string of pearls I’d given her the day I proposed was draped around her neck. Her blond hair was tied in a tight bun on her head with small pearl studs in her ears. Strappy heeled black shoes covered her feet and a small gold chain was draped around one ankle. The back of the dress was open almost to her tight little ass. I had to admit it was making me hard just looking at her. I was very impressed, and I think my two co-workers were too.

“Hello handsome, she said. “ Buy me a drink” 

I was smiling from ear to ear. “You look fantastic,” I told her

“Why thank you. I thought you might like it”

That was an under statement. 

She sipped her drink and continued “ Its been so long since we’ve been away for the weekend” I offered her my arm and we walked off to the ballroom. I was pretty sure that more than one guy caught a second glimpse as she walked by. 

There were hundreds of people in the huge room. We had a table with some other couples and joined them for dinner. Dinner was filled with the idle chat that people who know each other but really don’t know each other engaged in social intercourse. The band was pretty good. It ought to be, considering what the company had paid for the tickets. Carol and I danced like a couple of college kids. I was having a blast. They switched to a slower song and she hung her head on my shoulder and I could smell the faint hint of her perfume. My hands rested on her hips and I slowly slid them down to her rear. I could feel the silky fabric slide over her ass and looked down at her. She had a slight smirk on her face.

“No panties” she whispered as I felt myself getting hard again. She kissed me gently on the lips and said, “I love you”

“I love you too” I replied.

We sat back down and I noticed that a bit of the crowd had slipped away. Carol said, “Who is that waving at you?” It was Lee sitting by himself about two tables over. 

“He’s one of the guys I work with. You know, the one whose wife left him last year. He goes to the gym with me. “ 

Lee waved again. Carol added, “ That’s too bad. He looks lonely tonight. “ 

“ Go dance with him” I said. 

“What? It’s not my night to take care of charity cases.”

“ Oh go ahead. He doesn’t bite”

“No way, besides I couldn’t just walk over there and ask him to dance. What kind of woman would he think I was?”

“ Jeesses,” I muttered. I looked over at Lee and waved to him to come join us. At first he gave a friendly no thanks wave but I waved again. He picked up his drink and walked over to our table. 

“Carol, this is Lee. Lee, Carol, my wife.”

Lee sat down and we started talking. I goaded him about being there alone and that seemed to bother Carol. 

“Leave him alone you big lout,” she said

“Its ok” Lee said in my defense. “ It comes with the territory.” 

The band started up again and Carol looked at me with that lets dance look. “I’m tired I moaned. You are wearing me out. Maybe Lee wants to dance. “

“No, that’s ok “ he said.

“ No really, its alright I told him, go ahead. 

He looked at her and asked, “ Would you like to dance?”

There was a short hesitation. I’d forgotten to mention that Lee was black, very black. He sort of looked like Wesley Snipes. Carol glanced over at me one more time and then…

“I’d be delighted” she said and stood up and followed him to the floor. I had to admit that he moved pretty well on his feet. He was actually a very good dancer. They danced several quick numbers and then the band switched to a slow one. I was waiting for them to come back when he held out his hand. She hesitated for a second then took it. He put his large black hand on the small of her naked white back and held her other hand with his. I could almost sense her slightly trembling. I also couldn’t help but think that he couldn’t help but feel every bit of her body through the thinness of the dress she was wearing. Hell, it only took me a minute to realize that she had no panties. I was wondering if he’d get hard at the thought of her naked whit body like I was now looking at them. Could she feel him if he did? Of course she could. The dance finished and they hesitated for a second, a second too long, before they broke and headed back for the table. 

There was a bulge in his trousers. Can’t say that I’ve checked out many other guys’ packages before but I really couldn’t tell in the dim light by the table. Carol sat back down and took a big sip of her drink. 

“I’ve got to go freshen up” she said and excused herself. 

“ You are a lucky guy,” Lee said as he poured himself another drink and offered me some. 

“I am indeed” I replied.

He excused himself to go get another bottle. Carol came back and sat back down. 

“Well, he’s quite a dancer” I said

“He’s ok,” she said. She wasn’t looking at me. Then she looked up and smiled ” Ok, he’s a very good dancer” 

“ So dance again if you want. We have no place to go” 

Lee came back and asked her if she could handle one more. This time she didn’t hesitate at all and off they went. They danced for another thirty minutes, fast songs, slow songs, moving together like they’d been doing it for years. People looked and grinned as they walked by, the sophisticated blonde dancing with the distinguished black gentleman. 

Finally it was getting really late. Lee said his goodbyes, thanked Carol for making it a most enjoyable evening and went off to the bar with one of the other left over stragglers. She came over and sat on my lap and bent down and gave me one hell of a kiss. “Are you ready to call it a night?” 

“Indeed I am” Lets go. 

I took her hand and we went to the lobby. The elevator took forever and she put her arms around me and nuzzled my neck. The doors opened and we slipped inside. We were the only ones in the elevator and had few floors to ride. I spun her around and pined her against the wall as I kissed her. My hand slid up the slit in her dress, past the top of the black thigh high stockings she had on. She let out a stifled moan as my hand cupped her ass cheek. I quickly slid a finger around to her front and slid it between her legs. She moaned a little harder this time as I slid my finger ever so gently along the slit between her legs and parted her lips. She was incredibly wet and there was no resistance at all. She was practically humping my fingers. The door opened and I jerked my hand away like some kid caught in the candy jar, or some kid caught looking at his dad’s playboy. She gave a little whimper as if she was very disappointed. 

I took her hand and led her down the hall to our room. I was fumbling with the damn plastic key card as she ran her hands all over my back.

“Hurry up or I’ll have to do you in the hall” she jokingly snapped. “ I need to feel you in me”

“Damn card” 

“Someone’s had too much to drink” It was Lee; he’d just got off the elevator and was walking past us to his room. 

Fuck you I thought to myself. I’m going to get what you can only dream about. There, the card was in. The door was opening. I grabbed her hand and pulled her inside. Carol grabbed the doorframe and I stopped dead. She pulled me back to the door and stuck her head out and yelled.

“Lee, come here a minute”

My heart leapt and my mouth suddenly was very dry. What the hell was she doing? Lee came back to the door and I felt this pit in my stomach. She grabbed his hand and pulled him inside.

“Come in” and she closed the door.

Lee looked at me like “What the fuck” 

I looked back as if to say, ” don’t ask me”

She pulled off my jacket and led me over to the couch. “Sit, and don’t move”

I sat. 

She led Lee over to the king bed and told him “Don’t move”. Then she reached up and pulled the pins from her hair and let her shoulder length locks fall free. Lee looked at me again but I could offer no help. 

Carol continued. “This has always been my husbands fantasy; I think he deserves to have it”

Lee still looked totally lost. She reached up behind her neck and unsnapped the halter-top of the dress. I watched the top fall forward, her small breasts free, her nipples very hard. She slid the sheath over her hips and the wisp of material we had called a dress lay at her feet. She was standing in front of him wearing her thigh high stockings, heels, and the pearls. I’m not sure I could have stood up if I wanted to. 

She slowly dropped to her knees in front of him. My heart was racing. If I’d been a few years older I’d probably have had a heart attack. Her hands went to his belt and tugged at the leather strap releasing it. I could see the reflection of the ten-year anniversary band on her finger as she unzipped his pants. Lee obviously knee what was coming next as he stood there with his eyes transfixed on my pretty white wife kneeling in front of him. His pants slid down to his ankles and his cock sprung free. He wasn’t hung like a horse or anything, but he was obviously, very, very aroused. I don’t think he could have gotten any harder and I could see the veins sticking out from where I was sitting. It was very black and the head was round like a small plum. 

Carol looked over her shoulder at me, flipped her hair off to the side so I could see her face and turned back to the side. Her tongue slid out and began to slowly lick him. Lee let out a low guttural moan as she teased him and played with him. I wondered how long it had been since he’d had any. She kissed him straight on the head and pulled back slowly, a thin line of precum spinning a thread between them. His hand went back behind her head and entwined in her hair. 

She put his hand back on his hips and told him “ Leave them where they are or I’m done” 

You wouldn’t have had to tell me twice. She opened her mouth and I slowly watched him disappeared between her lips. Her head slid back and forth in his lap and I knew he was really enjoying it. What I’d never expected was how much I was enjoying it. I could feel myself leaking on the inside of my pants as I watched my wife give the best blowjob of her life to someone else. A black someone else. 

Suddenly Lee stuttered “shit” and Carol jerked her head back. A much thicker strand of white linked her tongue to his cock. The thread broke and lay on her chin. She licked the gob off the end of his cock, then her finger scooped up the remnants on her chin and licked her fingers clean. 

“You almost lost it all there,” she said as she stood up. “ I have other plans” She slid her hand across his chest and slid his jacket down and let it fall to the floor. His tie followed and his shirt was right behind. Well, I thought to my self. This isn’t going to end with a simple blowjob. 

Lee was now naked in front of Carol. He was hanging at half-mast. 

“ It may be his fantasy but there is no reason we can’t enjoy it” She said as she pushed him back on the bed. Now he was starting to stiffen back up as he realized what was next. I swallowed hard as she kicked off her shoes and slid up him with one thigh on each side of his waist. From my angle I could see the tip of his cock inches from her opening, the hair around her just ever so slightly visible. 

“ Do I need a condom?” Lee asked

Shit, my heart leapt again. I’d been fixed after our third kid. We didn’t have to use birth control. As she rotated her head slowly in a circle she just barely whispered. “No, it should be ok”

“SHOULD BE OK!!!! I thought to my self “SHOULD BE…..” 

Then it was too late. Slowly she parted her legs wider and wider, sliding herself lower and lower, the tip of him coming closer and closer until her head shot back like she’d been shocked when his black head slid between her soaking lips and disappeared, inside her. She stopped for a moment, then she slid her ass slowly forward and back running the head of his cock back and forth against her opening. Then without warning she pushed her thighs as wide apart as she could get them and he slid all the way down his cock. The room was deathly silent for a minute. You could probably hear my heart beating. I could hear Carol’s short deep breaths as she adjusted to the first cock other than mine in many, many years. 

Lee’s hands slid around to hold her ass as she began to ride faster and faster. On each thrust she would raise herself up so that just the tip stayed inside and then she’d ride it back down. His hands alternated between her breasts and her ass. I was entranced by the contrast of their skin. His strong black hands against her smooth white skin. I was being made a cuckold and I was enjoying it. No, I did love it.

She threw one leg over him and flipped herself over so that she was on the bed on all fours facing me, her hair hanging down over her face. Her ass raised and her legs spread open. 

“I want to feel you from behind,” she begged

Lee rolled over and used one hand to guide his cock back into her warm receptive insides. The other played with her hair as he began to fuck her harder and harder. She looked up at me, her face turning red, perspiration giving a damp sheen to her body. I knew she was close. She looked at me again and smiled as she began to cum. 

Her back arched, then sank, her hands gripped the bed cover as tight as she could. “Oh, yeahh……” escaped her lips as she twitched again and again. 

Lee didn’t let up and she gasped for breath. He stopped and flipped her around back on to her back, her head at the top of the bed. He kneeled between her legs, his balls hanging down between his legs as he lowered himself once more into her. She moaned as she had never moaned for me as he slid deep inside her. She raised her nylon covered thighs up to her chest, taking him as deep as she could. His black cock disappeared in her over and over. Each time it withdrew I could see it slathered in her juices. She was wiggling her ass under him, grinding her clit against him. I knew she was enjoying having his balls pounding against the crack of her ass. Her back arched and she began to come again, reaching up and grabbing his head, pulling their lips together, kissing deeply as she came on his cock. 

Lee broke the kiss and pulled her hands above her head, their fingers intertwined, black in white, as if to keep her from getting away. I don’t believe she wanted to be anywhere else. He had to be close. His back began to tense and his face became very intense. His balls tightened close to his body and every muscle in his lean muscular black body tensed for a brief second before they suddenly relaxed. I knew he was shooting his cum deep into my wife and if it was anything like when I’ve held back so long, it was shooting hard. Carol quietly moaned as he pulsed again and again. I could see white fluid oozing out around him as he filled her more than she could hold. I certainly did hope she was right about her time of the month because if she was wrong there were billions of little guys swimming inside her now. I imaged his fertile black sperm triumphantly moving up her tubes seeking to make my cuckoldry complete. 

They rested in each other’s arms; each breathing hard as they slowly recovered their energy. Lee finally rolled off and sat on the edge of the bed. Carol’s heels were nestled up next to her ass and her thighs lay open. It was quite a sight. His cum was slowly draining down the crack of her ass and making a sizeable puddle on the bed. Her pubic hair was matted and wet. Her chest slowly raising and lowering with each breathe. 

Lee looked at me then quickly slid on his pants, grabbed his jacket and shoes and quietly left. Carol sat up supporting herself on her elbows as she looked over at me. I stood up hoping she wouldn’t see the stain on my own pants where I’d come at least twice just sitting there on the couch. I moved to the foot of the bed between her legs and gently kissed her knees. Then I began to kiss the inside of her thighs. 

“Please don’t do that, I’m a mess,” she pleaded.

“It’s my fantasy, you said so at the beginning” With that I lowered myself down between her legs. I could smell their coupling only inches from my face. I don’t think I’ll ever forget that scent. She continued to ooze him from deep inside her. My tongue traced the edge of her thigh and when I made contact with her lips, she whimpered a small moan. I traced my tongue down to the bottom of her opening and tasted their juices. He was a little different than I expected. I’d tasted myself down there before, but this was different. His cum was muskier, thicker, but then again, he hadn’t been fixed, his cum was alive. I began to lick her faster and harder. Her hands slid down and held her lips open wider. She spread her legs open. She began to tense once more. As he exploded her muscles squeezed even more of him out on to my tongue. I swallowed and licked. She collapsed back on the bed, exhausted, spent. 

I kneeled up and wiped the residue on my sleeve, kicked off my clothes and slid in where someone else had been only minutes before. She held softly as I slid inside. She felt wet, and very loose. I couldn’t last more than a few strokes as I filled her with what I had left. She leaned over, kissed me, and put her head on my chest. She was asleep in a matter of seconds. As I lay there contemplating the whole night I realized that I was indeed the luckiest guy in the world.



Black Tie Affair



Tonight's event: a black tie gala for the publishing industry. You're being honored as Man of the Year for everything you've contributed to the inner city communities we are involved with. Since this is a special night for us, you've decided to have a little fun to put the spark back into our sex life. The idea is for us to go to the event separately then get together there and take things where they may go, leaving together to head home and continue our fun here.

Did I tell you that you look ravishingly handsome in your black tux? I wish I could let you see what I'll be wearing but since you devised this little evening to be a bit out of the ordinary for us, you'll have to wait to see what I have on until I meet you later on. 

As instructed, I arrive at the gala at 8:30 pm and search you out. You arrived half an hour before me and are now talking with several of the publishing industry's big wigs. You don't see me saunter over to you but I do notice that several heads are turning in my direction. I finally get to you, sidle up beside you, kiss you on the cheek and walk away. As I sashay toward the ladies that have put this event together, you notice that I have on a long, black, slinky dress with a tear drop back that shows off the tattoo near my ass. To accentuate the tattoo for the evening, I've outlined it with silver body glitter- just enough to tease you temptingly and catch the silver shimmer in my dress. 

You immediately rush to my side, grab my hand and introduce yourself to me. I smile alluringly; then I give you my name and turn back to talk to the ladies acting almost as if meeting you didn't faze me. While standing beside me, barely listening to our conversation yet intent on making eye contact with me, you seductively run your hand up and down the bare expanse of my back and lean over to whisper that you are definitely in awe of what I have on, especially since this is the most daring piece of clothing you've ever seen me in. My response is to nibble lightly on your earlobe and excuse myself from the group, grabbing your hand as I walk away.

We make our way back to the gentlemen that you were meeting with and you immediately introduce me as your "date" for the evening. Most of the guys look at you in wonder, as they know that I am your wife, but decide not to say anything to those that don't know. While you are discussing the politics of publishing, I'm playing with the nape of your neck, feeling you tremble with each caress. You return the teasing by taking every opportunity that you can to trace the tattoo with your fingers, turning me on from the touch. In between bits and pieces of your conversation with the guys, you whisper in my ear that seeing my tattoo like this, and me in the dress I have on, is turning you on immensely. You also mention that you can't wait to get me home so you can show me exactly what the sight is doing to you. I continue to tease you by increasing the caress on the nape of your neck and by discreetly nibbling on your earlobes. 

After a few more caresses and whispers from you, you excuse yourself from the men as I tell you that I want to dance. As you hold me in your arms and we sway to the music, I whisper in your ear that I'm not wearing any underwear and touch the bulge I've created in your pants with feather light caresses. I also tell you that I'm so excited with anticipation of later in the evening that my pussy is soaking wet. I invite you to sample just what you've done to me by suggesting that you dip your fingers inside. You decide you want to oblige and dance me to a secluded corner of the floor. Once there, you ever so slightly lift the front of my dress and dip your fingers into my moist honey pot. You taste, then allow me to do the same by offering me your tongue and I suck my wetness off of it like we were drinking a fine champagne.

Wanting our time at the gala to end as quickly as it started, you escort me around the room to say our goodbyes, then usher me out into the star filled midnight sky to the limo that is waiting to take us home. Once we get to the limo, you lean me on the car and grab my ass as you pull me closer to you for a kiss. You caress my lips with your tongue as your hands move up and down my body, drawing me so close to you that I begin to think we are one person. Turning me around to face the car, you continue to caress my body as you place tender kisses along my neck and on my ears. You very gently ease the front of my dress up and touch my tender nub of desire. 

As you play with me, I wiggle my ass so that it rubs you just the right way and to show you how good you're making me feel. You continue to rub my clit, gently easing your fingers inside of me and finger fucking me with immense intensity. I start to moan loudly and you very gingerly back off of me so that you can open the car door to let us inside for more privacy. Inside the limo, we continue our sexual assault on one another as you tell the driver to take us home using the scenic route. 

I quickly get down on my knees and, using hands that are trembling with desire for you, I release your hardness from the confines of your pants. I waste no time kissing the tip of your dick and running my tongue up and down its entire length. You moan slightly as I take your shaft into my mouth and swallow you all the way to the base. Gently running my finger nails on your balls, I suck and swallow your dick like it's my last meal. You let me know that we're nearing home by the tender way you pull me onto your lap and straighten my hair and dress. When we pull into the drive you release me so that I can run into the house without my disheveled appearance being noticed. You thank the driver and tip him generously as is your way, then follow me inside to where you see me standing at the window, back to you, gazing at the gorgeous night sky. You approach me, turn me around, then kiss me. 

After sucking on my tongue for what seems an eternity, you stand me away from you and look me up and down, admiring the view. Just as I start to feel self conscious, you very gently pull me back towards you and kiss me with earth shattering tenderness. At this moment, I am more than overcome with desire for you and make no attempt to hide it. Our clothes vanish in a whirl of kisses and caresses as we move towards our bedroom and tumble onto the four poster bed in the middle of it. You make a move to get on top of me but in a moment of surrender allow me to push you onto your back instead. Once I've made sure you're comfortable, I begin to worship your body. 

I start by lightly kissing the instep of your foot, making my way up your leg. I kiss your lips and your nipples, lingering long enough to gently suck on each one. I kiss your navel then trace a slow trail of kisses down to your dick. I take you into my mouth, nearly swallowing every inch you, bringing you fully erect as I swirl my tongue around the head and listen to you sigh. Next I slide you inside of me and sit completely still, allowing you to enjoy the moist wetness that you created between my thighs. Your eyes never leave mine. Not even as I watch you switch your gaze from my breasts to my lips, which are parted in ecstasy, to my glazed eyes. I pull you inside of me over and over and just when you think I'll let you cum, I stop and sit perfectly still, only moving to kiss your ears and your eyes, then begin moving again- dancing to a melody atop you that only I can hear. 

Minutes turn into hours that seem to stretch into weeks until, bathed in sweat, your head pressed into the pillow as you pull me further onto you, we cum, and our cries of passion envelope us just as completely as the four walls of our room. Satiated and more than satisfied, I roll off of you and position myself in the curve of your arms- once again sexual bliss surrounds us and I fall asleep thinking that there's no place I'd rather be than right here with you. 



Black Tie Affair



Robert stirred, the invasive sunlight pressing against his closed eyelids. He was not precipitous in his movements, still doubting his physical capacity, he was surprised to find his arms freed, wrapped around a warm feminine body, motionless but for the steady rise and fall of breath. He looked down at the relaxed features, the long, fluttering lashes, and wondered if she was dreaming of him, of them. 

It had seemed like he had been cast into a realm of imagination, but the discarded clothing strewn across the floor, the creased linen, and of course, the silk fabric hanging limply from the mahogany headboard only served to tell a tale set not in fantasy, but in reality. Yes, those nooses were now vacant of their prisoner from only a few hours past, how many exactly, he was not quite certain. He had lost all notion of time from the moment he had possessed her with abandon, after she had at last allowed him the two releases he had yearned for, had begged for the most.

His thoughts then reeled back, like rewound images, to the previous evening. It had begun with the business dinner gala, some formal shindig attended by people wearing stiff attire and even stiffer smiles, all for the sake of impressing the big boss whom nobody could much tolerate. He attempted to blend in, to mingle with the crowd, but hardly a social butterfly he instead chose to remain hidden in the cloak of dark corners, nursing his drink, his gaze following the sultry redhead, her hair like wild flames cascading down her back, over the ample cleavage exposed by the black dress that hugged her lithe figure. Subtly, discreetly, he watched her from a distance, reveling in the way she threw her head back when she laughed, those melodious peals sounding like music to his ears. 

She moved about, stopping to engage in casual conversation with random colleagues, pausing to pick from various hors-d'oeuvres trays like a bee dipping from flower to flower. And then their eyes met across the great expanse of the reception hall, they were separated by miles, it seemed, the cluster of people between them pausing in a freeze frame. She sauntered closer until she was standing before him and wordlessly produced a pen and notepad from her handbag. He watched as she scribbled, instructions to meet her in an hour's time at one very specific location. She was even more breathtaking at this proximity, he thought. 

She brushed her fingertips across his palm as she slipped the note within his hand, giving him a conspiratorial, suggestive smile, leaving behind the scent of her perfume as a trail which beckoned him to follow her. He gulped down the rest of the amber liquid and then excused himself to the other guests, feigning exhaustion and a slight touch of the flu for his hasty departure. This in itself wasn't that much of an exaggeration, as he began to feel lightheaded, perhaps a result of intoxication or stemming from the prospects of what lay ahead, he readily decided it was a combination of both. 

Opting to take a cab, he somehow managed to arrive at his destination. But how had he ended up in this room? Obviously, he was in his own room as he roused from slumber or from another form of unconsciousness he was not quite sure, his eyes adjusting and distinguishing familiar shapes in the shroud of darkness, noticing for the first time the hall light filtering in through the partially opened doorway, signaling another presence. He then recalled the abundantly flowing wine, but surely, he hadn't consumed that much? 

After determining his whereabouts, Robert assessed his physical state. Like a sacrificial offering mounted on a cross, he lay splayed atop the spacious bed, propped against the pillows, his arms stretched out on both sides of him, his wrists encircled by carefully secured lengths of black silk scarves. While too delicate to indent flesh, they were still tight enough to cause constriction. He then gazed down and noticed the exposed landscape of his bare skin. Instinctively, he tried to move his arms to cover his modesty, but that proved all too futile, he soon realized. Then again, he should be grateful to be shed of his confining suit, leaving him all but naked, except for the white sheet concealing his manhood. 

Even despite the bed's reputation for luxury, he shifted his weight, trying to attain a more comfortable position. He heard a sound from the adjoining room, the soft humming of a woman's voice, then on the periphery of his vision there appeared a shadow just beyond the threshold of the room. The door opened slowly, revealing a silhouette standing within its frame. He caught the fragrance of a distinctive, seductive perfume, and suddenly, he broke through the gauze of inebriation and became fully alert. He watched as she approached him, languid and fluent as a cat, bare feet sweeping across the plush carpeting, her robe billowing behind her like a gust of wind. 

A small lamp atop the dresser was turned on, exposing her as a human form, and no longer as a mysterious entity. She stood in the center of the room, unfastening her robe, swaying slightly, dancing to a silent rhythm. He became transfixed, he, a lone spectator, she, the performer on an invisible stage, bathed in the spotlight of the lamp's glow. Her robe fell open, revealing the absence of all undergarments. She let it slip from her shoulders and it fluttered to the floor. 

She moved one hand over her body, her eyes never straying from his, cupping a voluminous breast, circling a rigid nipple, traveling downward until one finger, then two, delved within her depths, extracting the essence of her arousal, now clearly visible as it stretched between her fingertips and the entrance of her pussy in taut, glistening strands. She continued this teasing, exploratory manipulation, intent on showing him what he could see but could not touch. 

She sat on the edge of the bed, just beyond his reach but so close now, Robert could smell her, almost feel the heat emanating from her. He was still left with many unresolved questions, but none of them no longer mattered. Removing the sheet, she confirmed what she had suspected, that he had risen to his fullest potential. All too eager to elicit further reaction from him, she trailed her hand down his cheek, continuing its descent as she straddled him. She possessed his mouth, playfully at first and then more insistent, more probing. He succumbed, parting his lips to permit admittance, their tongues sparring, entangling urgently. After all, what other choice did he have? He couldn't deny her, couldn't resist her even if he wanted to, but he soon realized that these intentions were the last thing on his mind. She aligned her body to his, her soft curves pressing against his solid planes. Their kisses seemed to animate her, setting every other part of her into motion like the strings on a marionette, her seeking hand between them locating and grasping his sculpted erection, guiding it inside her. 

She impaled herself upon him until she consumed his length whole. Robert pulled at his restraints, his fingers flexing, his hands clenching into fists. He emitted an animalistic sound, a whimper, and then a growl of frustration at the inability to touch her which soon transformed into extended moans of pleasure. What he was willing to give at this very moment for the opportunity, the freedom to capture her bouncing breasts within his hands, to be able to grip her hips, knead her buttocks as she rode him at a steady pace. She hovered above him, completely in control of the delicious push and pull motion, repeatedly leading him towards the cusp of euphoria, towards that most elevated precipice and then withdrawing, only to delve back down upon him once again. 

Robert strained forward, as far as his impaired position allowed him, his mouth landing on her neck, her shoulder, his lips latching on to one breast, now relying on his oral agility as his only means of contact. She continued her undulating rise and fall and he thrusted upward to match her increasing momentum, like athletes racing towards the finish line, the friction of his cock against her inner passage feeling as smooth as the material around his wrists. She leaned forward, flattening her palms against the wall above the bed, gripping the posts of the headboard, her wandering hands venturing closer to his useless, dangling ones. She entwined her fingers around his and she felt a sudden pull as he strengthened his hold firmly, almost desperately. Now he was the one who had her trapped, this maneuver allowing him to gain leverage, to deepen the penetration. They progressively soared to greater heights, the course of their combined bodies never breaking its stride. He announced his impending climax with a heaving gasp and a guttural wail, coaxing her towards her own culmination.

Soon they were plummeting into a vortex of unbridled ecstasy as he infused her with his molten reserve, injected her with his most intimate elixir. They joined together like two colliding streams and their passion overflowed. Robert's pulse pounded in his ears like the surf crashing against the shore, his convulsions so intense, he suddenly thought himself capable of feats not unlike those of a grand illusionist who escapes his confines, his spasms powerful enough, he believed he would uproot the headboard. 

She collapsed over him, blanketing his body with hers. Their throes of bliss having consumed and reduced them to barely more than a weakened, depleted condition, their merged heartbeats and tremulous sighs, meanwhile, attested a rejuvenated vitality that transmitted from one to the other as they molded into a single, unified form. For the first time that evening, she wanted to feel Robert's arms around her, like someone who had too long been depraved of an essential need. And so she stretched, pausing to give him a chaste kiss before mercifully loosening the restricting binds.

Finally liberated, Robert instantly enfolded her in his arms, his roaming hands exploring anew the familiar playground that was her body as though it were an undiscovered terrain and he was touching her for the very first time. He inhaled deeply, wanting to absorb this woman through his every pore. Susannah... His beautiful wife, Susannah. The woman whom he had exchanged matrimonial vows with two short years ago had surprised him tonight. While she had always been adventurous in the bedroom, this predicament had been a most novel concept to him, this state of vulnerability something he certainly was not accustomed to, but not one he would become adverse to.

This scene of basking repose was but a fleeting snapshot imprinted to memory as new urges manifested themselves, dawned on the horizon of their insatiable lust. This time, the roles would be reversed, as he would become the captor and she, the prey...



Black Tie Event



Cassia chewed her lower lip, pondering, should she wear red or black? She was given an invitation to a benefit to raise money for scholarships at the local University and it was a black tie event. She had never been to one before and as usual, she was going alone. Her husband never showed interest in her hobbies or job. 

Cassia was the typical 40 something year old mom and wife. A woman who buried herself in her love to her children and once, her love for her husband but something disappeared over the years. She tried but it takes two to make a marriage keep its spark. Cassia, or Cassi, is 43 years old, 30 pounds over weight, auburn shoulder length hair, hazel eyes. 

She always wore comfort clothes, baggy pants, extra large shirts, ect. She was uncomfortable with her body, rather embarrassed at how she let herself go. 

So, this event would be a challenge for her. She had to wear a form fitting dress.

She finally decided, ordered the dress and made an appointment with the salon. She went to M.A.C. to have them dramatize her eyes with fake lashes, heavy smoked eye look, they made her thin lips look full and wet by the time they had finished. 

She had the salon pull her hair back into a sloppy but glamorous chignon with ruby red crystal clips. No glasses tonight, she said to herself.

No one was home to see her in her outfit. She looked in the full-length mirror, wondering if she made a mistake.

The dress was one shouldered, Grecian style. A long thin piece of material ran off her shoulder, left shoulder to the back of the dress like a train. A long red gown. She slipped on a very secure strapless black bra underneath because her 38ds needed the support for this dress. Silver shoes, a thick silver bracelet that was 5 inches in length and silver chandelier earrings and her tiny sliver clutch. Off she went.

Cassia was extremely self conscious and uncomfortable wearing a sleeveless dress. But, she kept her head high and acted like she was the every bit of confidence that she needed. As she checked in her wool coat, she looked around. She saw many people, the men in tuxes and the women glamor galore. She walked into the event timidly, looking for an empty chair to escape to.

Noel saw her. At first he thought that he was wrong, but, nope. There was Mrs. Martel. She looked scared at first, then he saw her straighten her shoulders, take a deep breath and enter the ballroom. He heard that she was coming tonight. He really wanted to see what she would look like. He was a teacher at the high school. They bumped into each other often, spent a little time talking here and there. He had known of her for over 8 years, seen her involved in events at the school. He also found her to be very attractive. He loved her freckles sprinkled over her cheeks, her laugh lit up her face when she did laugh, he was frustrated that she wore baggy clothes. She had the perfect body. One could tell that she used to be athletic. Time moved extra weight over her thighs and belly. But, her shape was a perfect hourglass. She was passionate about her involvement and anyone could see that. She wore her beautiful hair up in a pony tail too many times, and when she chopped the mid back length hair, he almost had a heart attack, but, hair always grows back.

He loved watching her pull her hair out of her face when it was a windy day. 

She was the polar opposite of him. He, from Trinidad, 6 feet tall, wide football shoulders, narrow waist, dark ebony skin. His hair long, tied up in neat locks, always pulled back at his neck.

Mrs. Martel was 5 foot 5, creamy white skin, with freckles hear and there. Red hair, and the blue-green eyes that drove him crazy. 

He bought a ticket at the last minute just because he needed to see her tonight. 

He walked in behind Cassia, not letting her see him. He noticed quite a few mens heads turned her way as she walked by. He saw the Principal of the high school over look her as she walked by him. Then he did a double take. He excused himself from the men he was talking to and lightly laid his hand on her shoulder.

Cassia? the principal asked.

She turned around smiling. He pulled her in for a quick hug, feeling her soft body against his before letting her go, knowing people were watching them.

Hi, Mr. D. How are you doing? You look very handsome! she exclaimed softly as her eyes wandered over his tux.

Wow, Cassia. You look stunning. He told her, his hand holding her arm still. Cassia blushed.

He was completely taken in by her beauty but, he gathered himself fast, knowing his wife was probably watching him.

They talked for a minute more, before more people came to talk to him. Cassia quietly pulled herself away from the crowd around Mr. D.. She turned around, saw his wife, who was talking to some people but her eyes were on her husband. Cassia waved to her and kept walking.

Noel crept behind her, leaned in to her ear Hi, beautiful. If you do not mind me saying so. His lips barely caressed her ear as he spoke.

Cassia inhaled his scent as he spoke. She loved his accent, and knowing that his perfect shaped lips were near her neck sent a shiver through out her body. She jumped, because of the shiver, not because Mr. L. scared her.

She turned her head towards him. Their lips touch each others cheeks in a greeting. Her eyes lit up.

I did not know you would be here! she stepped back to check him out.

I know you used to be a model, but, at this moment you look every inch a model, Mr. L.! she exclaimed. His dark eyes twinkled at her compliment.

Mrs. Martel, he began to say.

Ah ah. We aren't in school. Cassia, please. she lightly touched his arm as she spoke.

Noel. He answered.

They laughed together. As they were laughing, their picture was taken by the local newspaper. They did not know.

Cassia looked behind him. Is someone with you Noel?

He shook his head no.

YOU? he asked her.

Her smile faltered a little, No she said.

Noel wanted to touch her so badly, but, he knew too, that people were watching. Nosy people.

Sure enough, Mr. D., the principal was watching her. He tensed just a little when he saw Noel kiss Cassia, saw her laugh at something Noel said. Then he averted his eyes, looking for his wife who was talking to the local D.A.. She looked up at that moment, caught him watching her and smiled at her husband. He smiled back, but, his eyes were on Cassia.

They found that they were sitting two tables apart. She could see him from the right side of her table. Everyone was getting their drinks then going to their assigned seats. 

Noel leaned over her as he asked her if she wanted a drink. 

Yes, a strawberry daiquiri with a fresh strawberry on the top, please. Thank you Noel. He lightly caressed her shoulder as he left her table to get their drinks.

Noel was waiting for their drinks when 3 other staff members from the high school showed up. They all talked for a bit before Jason, the Art teacher exclaimed, Holy shit! That can't be Mrs .Martel? his mouth wide open. The other two staff members looked in the direction Jason was staring.

Fuck Donald said.

Damnnnnn.. Tony exclaimed.

Noel smiled at the goofy looks on their faces. Yes, that is Cassia. He picked up their drinks and headed towards her. She was walking towards him at the same time. He handed her the daiquiri. She smiled and thanked him, as she turned around , Noel laid his hand on her lower back, guiding her gently through the crowd. He pulled her chair out for her, as she sat he leaned his face towards hers, See you later. And they kissed each other's cheeks again. This time, she laid her hand, gently, on his face as they kissed. 

See you later. She answered, blushing.

Noel looked over at the guys still gawking. They were composing themselves as they headed towards Cassia. Noel groaned inwardly. They were acting like a bunch of teenagers.

Mr. D. happened to see the men walk towards Cassia and he too, groaned, knowing them very well. He quickly walked up behind Cassia, laid his hands on her shoulders as the fellas stepped towards her table.

Cassia knew whose hands were on her shoulders. She actually loved when he did that. He must not have noticed that he does it, she thought. She looked up to see him looking past her so she turned her head to where he was looking.

She saw the three guys from the school. They looked like they were on a mission, until they saw their boss. They came over, said hi quickly and left. All the time he leaned his body into Cassia's back, his hands on her shoulders, his thumbs caressed her soft skin as then men talked, briefly.

He knew what he was doing. He did it to only the women he felt protective of and respected. He leaned down to her ear and asked is she was doing alright?

Cassia smiled at him, But, of course. Mr. D..

He turned around, saw the look on his wife's face. She was shocked. She had not seen him do that to anyone outside of the family. She asked What was that about? in a curt tone.

I know Jason ,Tony and Lyle.I had to make my presence known so they will not mess with Mrs. Martel. He answered as they sat down.

His wife looked over at Cassia, Cassia was talking to another man and his partner, the smile and interest on her face was genuine. She looked at the 3 amigo's. Sure enough, like her husband said, they were plotting something as they looked at several women in the room. She felt bad for getting angry at her husband, for getting jealous. He was a man in authority, handsome, intelligent and black. She knew there were white women who ONLY hunted black men. She watched Cassia, trying to figure her out. 

Cassia knew Mrs .D. was watching her. After all, her husband had just leaned and touched her intimately and stood up for her. Cassia did not need him to do that, but, he felt he had to.

Noel was busy trying to rid himself of a over touchy woman sitting near him. So, he really did not see what had happened.

Noel looked over at Cassia, she was just putting the strawberry in her mouth when she lifted her hazel eyes up to see his dark eyes watching the strawberry enter her mouth. She flicked her tongue to taste it first then wrapped her soft pink glossed lips round the strawberry and took a gently bite.

One of the two men sitting next to her noticed too. Child, if I weren't gay, I would have a woodie because of that! Cassia busted out laughing, throwing her head back and the two men laughed loudly with her. 

Noel was not the only man in the room that witnessed her strawberry tasting. Mr. D. felt his cock jump in response when she wrapped her lips around the fruit.

Noel gasped then laughed because he heard was Craig said to Cassia. Cassia had a laugh that caught people's attention. It was pure, the kind of laugh that made you laugh with her and you don't even know why you are laughing.

The touchy feely lady asked Noel what was so funny. He answered Never mind. She practically snarled at his rejection to her. She stood up and left in a huff, making Noel laugh again.

Cassia wiped the tears from her eyes caused by the laughing. I am very very glad to meet you two gentlemen.

ÒOHHHHHHH, she must be talking to you love cause I am a lady! Craig said in a over hushed whisper. His partner swiped at him, as Cassia bent over laughing.

I think she is going to bust a gut, no, not in that lovely dress ,doll! David gasped, patting her gently on her back as she had a laughing fit.

Noel grabbed his glass of water and leaned over, placed it on her knee. Cassia sat up finally, wiping tears off of her face, gasping for air, holding her tummy. Her face was bright red from laughing so hard.

She took the glass with a thankful look and drank from it. Craig and David looked worried. She smiled, patting their hands.

I have not laughed like that in years, you are my new best friends. She said.

Both men smiled while David clapped his hands like a child.

I need fresh air , will be back. Noel guided Cassia out to the side door. He opened it and a blast of winter air accosted them. 

Cassia shivered, Suga honey ice tea! she exclaimed.

Noel laughed, he opened his tux jacket, Want to snuggle?

Cassia wrapped her arms inside of his jacket around him, her hands feeling the muscles under his shirt, she leaned her cheek onto his chest.

Noel closed as much as he could around her, while he rubbed her bare exposed arm with his hand. He placed his nose in her hair, inhaling.

Noel? Are you sniffing me? she asked him.

He laughed, Yes, I am Cassia. It is not everyday I have a beautiful woman in my arms that smells wonderful.

Cassia laughed. It is not everyday, that I get to hug a hunk!

You think I am a hunk? he asked her.

Uh yeah! she looked up at him.

He kissed her then. His mouth softly took hers; she opened her lips allowing him to explore her lips with his tongue, as his gently laid his hands on both sides of her neck. He felt her pulse racing; she was looking at him when he pulled back.

Am I wrong to kiss you? he asked her.

No, Noel, you were not wrong. this time she caressed his high cheek bones with her fingers as she kissed him. 

Ladies and Gentlemen. We are going to begin our evening with they heard. They backed off each other, watching each other.

Cassia picked up the glass and sipped from it when, Craig threw open the door, saw then and waved them in. Craig did not see Cassia's face but, he saw Noel's and he knew that look. Cassia was looking at Craig now, so she missed it. Craig smiled as Noel followed Cassia, that I got a secret' smile.

As Cassia sat down, Noel's fingers draped hers as they both set the glass onto the table. David noticed that and his eyebrow went up about 2 inches. Noel left and went to his chair.

Craig and David looked at each other with that look. They then looked at Cassia who was applying a fresh layer of lipstick and lip gloss, ignoring them both.

Cassia finally put down the mirror and looked at them both, Okay you two, what is going on?

Girlfriend! Somebody(while pointing discreetly under the table in Noel's direction)has got the hots for you!

Sugar, it is more than the hots. Me thinks Jomba is in love with da white girl David said in a perfect Trinidad accent.

Cassia blushed, ducking her head away from her new best friends.

More people filled up all the tables and soon the room was buzzing with laughter and conversations.

Dinner had come and gone, there was a 10 piece orchestra warming up. Cassia went to the ladies room where she brushed her teeth and reapplied her lipstick.

As she came out of the ladies room, a strong hand grabbed her and pulled her into another dimly lit room, whomever it was slammed the door and locked it.

What the Cassia said.

Familiar hands caressed her face as his mouth descended upon her protesting mouth. He grabbed her ass and pulled her tightly into his body. Her hands on his chest, pushing him as he yanked her hands behind her back, Cassia gasped out loud in pain and shock. Ow!

Cassia. He said as his mouth found the curve of her supple neck. Cassia gasped,Mr. D.?! his kisses became softer, gentler as he explored her mouth. Cassia though in shock did not fight against him. She was always attracted to Mr. D., but, by no means did she expect this.

Her skin, her scent, her touch was not what he expected. It was much more. He could not get enough of her. Cassia he moaned as he took her mouth, he felt her swollen lips against his, her taste melted upon his tongue as their teeth bashed against teeth.

She felt his hard on through his trousers as he pushed up against her , they both were breathing hard. They both broke apart when they heard his cell phone beep.

He swore under his breath. He kissed her softly before he opened the door and pulled her out with him then left her alone.

Cassia stood in the hallway, stunned. Did that really happen? She again, reapplies her lipstick, gathered herself together and went back to her table.

When she walked into the Ballroom, Mr. D. was accepting his Recognition Award. As he spoke, his eyes followed Cassia.

No one noticed except, David. David looked at Cassia then Mr. D. and back at Cassia. Cassia was either a great actress or she really did not know that so far, two men in this room were madly in love with her.

After his speech, all the applause, the band began to play. Slowly, a few couples meandered to the floor for a slow dance. Noel took CassiaÕ hand and led her to the floor. 

David nudged Craig told him to watch Mr. D. 

Cassia wrapped her hands over Noel's shoulders as he wrapped his hands around her waist. He leaned down, his lips touching her ear as he spoke to her. 

Craig noticed Mr. D. 's mouth get tight just before he drank from his glass. Craig looked at David and said like Scooby Doo, huh?

Cassia, I do not want to stop at a kiss. I want all of you. Noel whispered in her ear.

As Cassia listened to Noel talk, she saw Mr. D. watching them and he did not look happy but, when his wife spoke to him, his countenance changed, softer. He loved his wife, she could tell. But, when his eyes landed on Cassia, there was a fire. And that scared her. She had never seen that look in his eyes before and was praying that his wife did not see it either.

The thought of these two vastly different men, wanting her, made Cassia scared and turned on. Something she had no allowed herself to feel in years. She gasped softly at how her body was responding. Noel pulled her into his hard body ever so slightly, allowing her to feel his hard on. Then, the song ended. As they parted, Noel lifted her wrist and licked the inside, soft skin of her wrist. Cassia jumped, her lips parted in surprise and she deeply desired more from him. 

Noel knew that look. He smiled as he walked away. 

It was 12 a.m., and the event was closing for the night. It was now Friday morning and everyone still had to go to work.

Mr. D. went home with his wife and made love to her like they have not done in years, but, in his mind his was making love to Cassia.

Cassia walked to her car, smiling thinking of what a great night it turned out to be. There waiting at her car , was Noel , holding a blue rose under his nose as he waited for her.

Her heart caught in her throat. How did he know?

He saw her then. He pushed off of her car and walked over to her. He caressed her neck and face with the blue rose.

How did you know? she asked as she took the rose into her hands.

I over heard you talk about a blue rose tattoo and what it meant. SO I looked everywhere for a blue rose.

Cassia smiled as one tear slid down her cheek. Noel lifted her face, Hey?

Not even my husband ever thought to listen to me, but, you did. Cassia shivered.

He pulled out his Envoy truck door, helped her get up into the seat. He ran to the other side and quickly hopped in.

Cassia was overwhelmed by his attentiveness. As she buried her nose into the deep colored rose, Noel pulled her hair pins out, allowing her tresses to fall down.

He leaned over, wrapped a handful of her hair in his hand and buried his face in her hair.

Cassia shook off her coat, lifted her dress just enough to move all the extra material out of the way and straddled Noel.

She unbuttoned his shirt as they kissed, deeply. When his shirt was unbuttoned, she pushed it aside, ran her hands over his chest and stomach as she kissed and nibbled, teasing him as she moved down to his neck and chest.

Noel pushed her hips down hard over his groin, grinding against her pussy. She nipped his nipple, he groaned Fuck.

He pushed her back, grabbed her rose, used it to tantalize her. Her chest rose fast with each stroke of the soft petals against her skin. 

Show me you Cassia. He demanded.

Cassia blushed fiercely, understanding what he wanted. She turned her face away from him. 




Black Tie Event Pt. 01



This story has been edited by Stpehen7Redo. He has done a great job helping my story ideas make sense and allowing the stories to be easy to read. There isn't much action in this part but Aaron is certainly entertained throughout this part. 

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Aaron gets invited to a black-tie event with a woman that he meets at work. 

I left Cassandra's that Monday morning for work. She was leaving for her business trip to Palm Springs. As I rode on the train watching the various houses go by, I couldn't help but think back to fucking that sexy cougar the evening before. The sex was hot as usual and we had stayed up into the wee hours of the morning pleasuring each other only to wake up in each other's arms and have sex two more times before I left. 

I could see the smile on my face reflected in the window of the train. I smiled even more. 

But I was already missing Cassandra and I knew her flight wasn't for a few more hours. I wouldn't say I was in love with her, but she had definitely opened me up to a whole new world that was I truly enjoying. I loved the time we spent together and couldn't wait for her to get back from her trip and be with her more, but I had to wait five days before I could see her again. 

The train pulled into my stop and I grabbed my bag and got off the train. I walked down the street to my office, on into the lobby of the building and headed over towards the elevator bank that would take me up to the 21st floor, just like I did every weekday. Once inside the car I pressed the button for my floor as I always did but just as the doors were closing I heard the clicking of heels on the gray polished granite floors outside. I then saw a hand reach in between the doors to stop them from closing. I quickly reacted and reached out to press the door open button. As the doors parted a woman stepped into the elevator. I couldn't help but look her over. She had short auburn colored hair and was maybe about 5'6" inches tall. Her body was curvy in all the right places with an emphasis I could immediately tell she took care of herself. She was wearing a short black skirt and a white blouse with a gray jacket over it. I looked her up and down as she moved to the back of the elevator and stood next to me. I guessed she was in her mid-thirties as she leaned past me to push the button for the 25th floor and the elevator started to ascend the tall office building. 

"Thanks for holding the elevator for me," I heard the soft voice call out beside me. 

"No problem, I heard your heels clicking on the floor as the door was closing," I replied back to her not mentioning that I also saw the soft feminine hand peek between the closing doors. 

"Most people don't bother to hold the elevator," she said as she turned to me. 

"I'm glad I wasn't another one of those," I said with a smile. 

"Well thanks, I really appreciate it. My name is Deborah by the way," she said holding out that soft hand of hers. 

"Nice to meet you Deborah, I'm Aaron," I replied as I took her hand in mine and shook gently. Her lovely hand was soft, very soft and warm, too. "So Deborah, who do you work for here in the building?" 

"I work for an advertising company up on the 25th floor. How about you?" 

"I work for an investment company," I replied just as the elevator stopped all too soon at my floor. "Well, it was nice meeting you Deborah." 

I nodded, and stepped off the elevator. The doors started to close when I heard... 

"It was nice meeting you as well Aaron," she said as I looked back to see her beautiful smiling face between the half closed. "Thanks once again for holding the door for me. Maybe I'll see you around the building or the elevator again," she smiled a broader smile that somehow bore right into me as I got one last look at her beautiful face and incredible body. 

After the doors finally closed, I spun on my heels and headed over to my desk to get started with my day. 

Just before noon I headed downstairs to grab a bite to eat, again pretty much like I normally do. When I got off the elevator in the lobby, Deborah was getting off the elevator next to mine. 

"Well look who it is? I haven't seen you in a while," she said, to which I swear she giggled like a little schoolgirl as she walked over to me. 

"You know, in the year and half I have been working here I have never run into you and just in one morning I've met up with you twice. That probably means something," I said as she came up within a pace away from me. 

"I know what you mean, it's okay though, I certainly don't mind seeing you again," she smiled and actually nibbled on her lower lip as she looked at me. 

I was feeling that familiar charge in my body. 

"So Aaron, are you going to get lunch now?" 

"Yeah I am. You as well?" I responded back to her with a broad smile of my own. 

"Do you want to grab lunch together?" This time her eyelashes fluttered. 

Okay, I knew an all-out flirt when I saw one! 

"Sure I'd love to, where are you headed?" I asked as we walked out of the building and out onto the sidewalk. 

"I was just planning on going over to the salad place. We could eat there or head to the park since it is nice out." She looked up into the sun which gave me an opportunity to take in that incredibly curvy body for a moment. 

Damn she was hot! 

"The park sounds good to me." 

We made small talk while we walked, got our salads then headed to the park. We were able to find a bench near the fountain and rather silently both got into our salads. After a couple of minutes of eating we continued with literally small talk, about the weather and our salads. It really was a nice day out but I was enjoying not only the beautiful weather but the very attractive woman sitting next to me. 

"So Aaron, I know this is last minute, but do you have any plans for Wednesday night?" Deborah asked as she wiped some dressing from her lip. 

"No I don't, why, what do you have in mind?" I asked as I put my fork down and waited for her to be the modern woman and ask me out on a date. 

She paused for second as if thinking hard about something and then looked up at me with a curious look on her face. "Like I said this is rather last minute but I need a date for this black-tie event I am attending. It's for this charity I do volunteer work for. It is our annual gala," she paused and shoved her salad around in the plastic container with her black fork. "But you probably don't want to go to some event with a woman you barely know. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked," she said and immediately forked a carrot into her mouth then looked away from me. 

I sat there staring at this lovely woman, this very sexy woman who only minutes ago was flirting with me like crazy. 

"Actually Deborah, I would love to be your date for the evening," I returned knowing I wouldn't mind going with her but reluctant for one big reason. "Only I don't own a tux and I don't think I could get a rental that quickly." 

Deborah's head shot up and her lovely eyes looked at me as a little dollop of whitish dressing clung to her lower lip. 

"Well, that is definitely not a problem. I actually have a friend that owns a tailor shop and he rents tuxes. If you go there after work tonight I know he could have you ready for Wednesday," she smiled that broad smile again and as she did I watched all too intently as she tongued that little drip of dressing from her lower lip. 

Damn, if that wasn't so sexy! 

"Well then it's settled, I will be your date on Wednesday night. What time the does the gala start?" 

"It starts at eight and is supposed to go until 11:30, but a few of us usually go out afterwards or we have the last couple of years," she said with that sexy smile and hot look in her eyes of earlier, that flirty look. 

"So either I plan to go into work late the next day or take the day off, huh?" I said this of course imagining spending the night with Deborah and that curvy body of hers wrapped around mine. 

"Uh, yeah, I plan taking the day off," she said smiling up at me, this time I swear I saw a subtle wink in her right eye. 

Oh damn! 

We finished our salads and then headed back to the office. Before I got off the elevator this time she handed me a business card to her friends shop and told me to ask for Carlos. She said she would call him when she got back to her office to let him know I would be coming by after work. It wasn't until I was walking back to my office and sitting down at my desk that I fully realized I was sporting a hard-on in my dress pants. I tried not to think about Deborah to stem that stiffness, but I just couldn't get her out of my mind. All I could think of was hooking up with that hot woman on Wednesday night. 

All of a sudden my cell phone buzzed, which made me jump in my seat. I looked and saw I had a text message. It was from Cassandra saying she was getting ready to board her flight and would miss me and my hard cock. I smiled and felt that cock give a little lurch at her words as if it wanted to go through the phone into that perfectly hot mouth of hers. Damn could Cassandra suck cock! I took a deep breath before replying back to tell her to enjoy herself. But I knew I couldn't wait to fuck her wet pussy when she got back. 

My hard-on only got harder at that point. 

Somehow I was able to get back to work and before I knew it the rest of the day had flown by. At 5:30 I left and headed straight over to the tailor shop Deborah had recommended. A somewhat middle aged looking guy came out from the back room. 

"May I help you?" He said with a rather thick Hispanic accent. 

"Yes, I'm here to see Carlos." 

"You must be Aaron. Deborah said you would be coming by to see me," he said as he took the last few steps towards me and extended his hand. "I'm Carlos, pleased to meet you." 

"Nice to meet you Carlos," I said grasping his hand and receiving a very firm handshake. 

"So Aaron what did you have in mind for a tuxedo?" 

"I'm not sure. Does it matter what color dress Deborah is wearing? She didn't tell me that," I said as I walked over to one of the mannequins dressed up in a sharp tuxedo. 

"She realized she hadn't so she told me. She'll be wearing a black halter dress," the older gentleman said walking up beside me. "That tux in front of you would go great with her dress." 

"Okay, that works for me," I said looking more closely at the slate gray tuxedo on the tall thin mannequin. I thought it would look even sharper if it was cut to fit my fuller, more athletic frame. 

"Why don't you go into the changing room and I will bring in pants and jacket. You are a size 42 regular, with what," he leaned back and looked down studying me, "a 34 waist, right?" 

"You are good," I said looking back at the shorter man. 

"It's my business to be good at sizing up men," he looked me up and down, but giving me a different kind of look this time. 

For some weird reason I looked at him differently too. Carlos was a pretty good looking dude, somewhat shorter than me, but rather muscular looking on his own right under that starched white shirt, with his olive skin and slicked back dark hair. He looked to be in his forties. 

"Go on," he called out and waved me away. 

I blinked and walked to the back of the store and the changing room. Once inside I took off my shirt and pants. As soon as I had I heard a knock at the door and opened it to see Carlos standing there holding three shirts and three pairs of pants on hangers. 

"Come on out and I'll measure your exact waist and inseam," Carlos said to me as he hung up the clothes on hooks to the left of three big angled wall mirrors. 

I walked out of the fitting room more than a little self-conscious in just my boxers and socks. But I made my way to the mirrors as Carlos pulled the measuring tape from around his neck. 

"Okay spread your legs to shoulder width," he said as he got down on his knees in front of me. I did as he asked, put my hands on my hips and stared at myself in the mirror. I did look good I thought to myself. I was proud of my chest and arms and how toned I was able to keep myself. But as I watched this older man kneeling front of me I felt even more self-conscious standing there in only my boxers. I tried to satisfy myself with the thought that this was his job, he was a professional. Right then though I felt the man's hand brush up against my cock as he stretched out the yellow tape along my right leg. 

I inhaled sharply. 

I was sure it was just an accident as he measured me. I exhaled as his hand moved away. He then switched and measured my left leg again, brushing up against my cockhead with the back of his hand again. I held my breath once more as I watched this play out by my reflection in the mirror. Only this time he held it there a few seconds longer than he had on the other side. He seemed to linger and rub against my cock through my boxers. At this point I both felt and saw my cock slowly harden from his stimulation. In no time I had a hard-on going on. 

I saw his dark head tilt back in the mirror and when I looked down Carlos was looking up at me smiling broadly. I stood there, blushing I know, not knowing what to think with a boner sticking out inches from a complete strangers face, a guy's face at that. 

Carlos chuckled as he stood up. "You don't have to worry about that when you wear the tux. All of the pants have extra room down there so you won't embarrass yourself." 

I gulped and lowered my hands to hide my crotch. "Well that is good to know, I wouldn't want to embarrass myself in front of, uh, Deborah, uh..." I said back with a stutter as he put the tape measure around my waist while my cock pointed out toward him. Then he moved closer and my cockhead brushed up against his stomach. Somehow the incidental contact between us seemed to light a fire in my loins. I wanted to assume it was a latent reaction to the on again, off again hard-on I had had over Deborah all day. 

As if he was reading my mind he said... 

"If you don't get a hard-on being around Deborah, there is something very wrong with you. She is one attractive woman isn't she?" Carlos asked as he handed me a shirt to try on. 

"Uh, yes, she is. She certainly is," I said turning away from him to point my erection in another direction as I tried on the shirt. 

Carlos came around and pulled down on the one cuff and proceeded to measure my arm length. 

"Okay, let's try on the pants," he said pulling a pair off the hanger. 

I grabbed the pants and turned to the side again as I pulled them up my legs. I had to do a little work to get my cock down inside them and as I did it almost slipped out of the fly of my boxer briefs. I happened to look up and catch Carlos staring at my side looking at my reflection in the side angled mirror. 

He was staring right at my erection. 

I wasn't sure if he was enjoying this as a joke or a horny gay guy at that moment. I just felt like a moron trying to put on pants while spotting a hard-on. Finally I was able to tuck my dick into the pants and then finished zipping and buttoning them up. 

"These look like they fit you real well. I really do have a good eye for sizes don't I?" Carlos said as he obviously stared right at my crotch. 

"Uh, yeah, but these pants aren't that loose in the crotch as you said earlier," I responded by doing a little half squat and wiggle to get my erection to settle in better to the tuxedo pants. 

Carlos immediately dropped down to one knee again which brought him face level to my crotch. He reached up and pulled at the front of the pants and I was sure intentionally got a good feel of my cock this time. 

"Do you want more room in here, I mean since it looks like you are kind of big down here?" He asked me with a huge smirk on his face. 

"I don't know. I've never bought pants to accommodate, well you know, this condition. What do you think I should do?" I responded back to him trying not to sound too nervous. 

"Well let's see," he said, standing up abruptly and unzipped my pants. His hand slipped into my pants and felt around. "How much room do you have in there, between this rather sizable manhood and the front of your pants, hmm." 

I was so hard and felt totally under some spell he had over me as his hand grabbed my dick firmly. I don't know if it was his accent or his deep green eyes that were seducing, but with each word, glance and squeeze I was getting past the point of being able to hold back from making a huge mess in those formal pants. 

"I think you have a little bit of room, but I can make it bigger down there for you," he said as he looked into my eyes and I felt his fingers wrap fully around my erect cock and give me a tug. In the next breath he started to stroke me firmly. I let out a heavy gasp but didn't budge as his hand felt too good against cock. I just closed my eyes as he continued to stroke me. I felt him slowly back me into the fitting room as I began to breathe more deeply. 

I don't know what happened after that only I felt completely powerless with this older man. Before I knew it, he had my cock hanging out the slit of my boxers and continued stroking it. I knew I shouldn't be doing this but he made it feel so good. No sooner had he shut the door behind him than he was back down on his knees and I felt something wet and warm on the tip of my cock. My eyes sprung open and I looked down to see his tongue out and licking my cockhead. I watched unmoving as he licked me the way Cassandra licked me, with nice big long licks. I had no sooner been enjoying that measure of great sensation than instantly I watched him take my cock into his mouth. I inhaled so sharply I thought I would swallow my tongue as I felt him lick the underside of my fully hardened shaft. It was amazing, not just the tongue and mouth but realizing he was sliding further down my shaft taking me all in. In fact, he took me into until I felt myself easing down his throat and his chin came to rest on my heavy dangling balls. 

Oh fuck! 

As I leaned back against the changing room wall he started to bob up and down on my cock sucking away. He did this for a minute or so before he eased back and wrapped his fist around the base of my shaft while he tightened his lips on the head of my fully swollen organ. I knew he would be having me cumming in no time when I could feel that familiar tingling in my balls. I let out a few moans as Carlos increased the speed of his hand and lips. All of sudden I felt my balls lurch up and my shaft swell and in the next moment I erupted, shooting my cum to the back of the man's throat. He continued to pump away at my cock as my cum flowed and flowed. 

I let out some more moans while Carlos continued to stroke my cock and took the last of my spurts into his open mouth. When he had the last drop he looked up at me and swallowed hard before he took out a handkerchief from his back pocket, wiped off his lips then dried the head of my cock before he tucked it cock back into my boxers. 

Without saying a word, the man got up and walked out of the dressing room closing the door behind him. I stood there still leaning back against the wall trying to figure out what the fuck had just happened. I couldn't believe I had just gotten a blow job from an older man, a man period. I wasn't sure what the hell to think. The only thing I knew was this man sure knew how to suck a cock. 

I also knew I felt delightfully warm and very much satisfied after a long day of sporting a hard-on for a woman only to get sucked off by a guy. It was a fantastic cum. I took a huge breath, finally stood up straight then took off the tux pants, surprised that I didn't find a single cum stain on them. Carlos had swallowed down every drop I had produced. He really was an expert cock sucker. 

I got dressed back into my office clothes before and stepped out from the fitting room. I looked across the store to find Carlos behind the front counter. Part of me wanted to slip out the door and forget about the whole tuxedo thing. But another part of me really wanted to go out with Deborah. Yes, even though I had just been sucked off to a huge cum by an older man I still had a horny need for that beautifully sexy woman. Maybe I had a more intentional need just for that reason. 




Black Tie Event Pt. 01



I straightened up tall and made my way over to Carlos trying to look as if I was not shocked and stunned with what had just transpired. 

"I will have these pants altered and the shirt tailored to proper size for you by Wednesday lunchtime, a favor for my good friend Deborah," Carlos said very business-like, not letting on at all as to what he had done just moments earlier. 

He filled out a rental slip and handed it to me. 

"Thanks Carlos, I appreciate you taking the time to see me on such short notice," I said to him not looking him in the eye though. 

"No problem. Anything for a friend of Deborah's and I hope she is able to have as much of a good time with you on Wednesday night as I did this afternoon," he said and the last made me look up instantly. 

He had a huge smile on his face and a gleam in his eye. 

When he licked his lips I gulped hard and felt my groin clench. 

"Uh right, well, we'll see how the night goes. I will see you after work on Wednesday. Thanks," I said, quickly turned and walked out the door. 

I pretty much quick-stepped my feet all the way to the train station before and hopping on to the next train toward home. While I sat there listening to the clatter of the wheels on the tracks my mind couldn't stop replaying what had just happened back in the store. I was definitely confused, I knew I loved sleeping with women, but I really did enjoy the blow job that Carlos gave me. I wasn't sure if Deborah knew Carlos was gay or at least bi, but maybe it didn't matter to her. I realized I was going to need to think about this and what it meant. 

The train pulled into my stop almost before I realized it and I quickly headed to my car. By the time I got home I had decided I was going to go for a run to try and take my mind off of things. I quickly changed, grabbed my house key and my IPod then headed back out the door. I decided to take my normal run of about four miles and into the first half mile I was able to allow myself to be absorbed into the sweet sultry sounds of Chris Botti's trumpet and John Coltrane's saxophone. For the rest of my run I pushed myself harder than I had in a while. In fact, I swear I must have set a personal best as I was heading back up my street. 

As I made my way past Cassandra's house I thought of the wonderful sex I had been enjoying with her over the last few weeks. That beautiful, sexy older woman really had brought out the sexual best in me. I was a better lover because of her and enjoyed sex and being with a woman more than I had in my young life. 

As I felt the pangs of missing her again, I slowed down as I got to my house and cooled down by walking up and down my driveway a couple of times. I started to stretch on my front lawn when I looked over and noticed the neighbor's daughter from two houses down was out. She was washing her car with her boyfriend. Rather at that moment he was squirting her with the hose instead of rinsing off her car. She was in a pair of short cut-offs that barely covered her ass and a bikini top that held her sizable young breasts that were getting a good spray right then. 

Since I'd moved into my house I had watched her develop from a skinny teenager into a very attractive young woman. As I continued to stretch my legs I watched her voluptuous young breasts bounce up and down in her small bikini top as she ran around the side of the car. Her breasts weren't anywhere near the size of Deborah's but they looked to be still more than a handful in size and fit perfectly with the rest of her body. On the second pass around the car she stopped and bent over to dunk her sponge in the bucket of suds. This allowed me to get a perfect view of her other very sexy asset, a very tight, very curvy ass. She straightened back up and threw the soapy sponge at her boyfriend hitting him square in the face. All this playfulness transpired as I felt my cock growing in my running shorts. At that I knew it was time to head inside but before I did I stood up and stretched my arms up one last time. That simple gesture must have caught the girl's attention as she stopped, looked over at me and waved. I waved back getting a good long look at her nubile, fit body before turning and heading inside with my half-hard cock leading the way. 

I was too hungry to wait, so I put off taking my shower. As I made myself dinner, I told myself sooner or later I was going to end up sleeping with the neighbor's daughter. I was so attracted to her young firm body and figured she could be a lot of fun in bed. The thought of this made my cock grow anew in my running shorts. Since I wasn't wearing underwear the satiny material felt nice and smooth against my cock. Suddenly my physical priorities changed and now lust outweighed hunger.  

So I headed upstairs, my erection bouncing all the way, got undressed and let it lead the way into the shower. Within seconds I was stroking my massive hard-on thinking about fucking the super sexy neighbor's daughter. I pictured doing her on the hood of her car, soapy suds all over the both of us. As the warm shower water cascaded down over my body my cock stiffened to its fullest before it erupted with the first of several large streams of cum. My hips jerked as each stream shot from the ever so swollen tip of my hard manhood. When I finally stopped cumming I looked to find several streaks of white trailing down the glass of the shower stall. I grinned knowing I had always been able to produce a lot of cum and it was so hot to see it all displayed there against the glass, so thick and white. I cupped some water in my palms and splashed it over the glass until the sticky mess and evidence of my intense orgasm over my young fantasy of across the street, washed down the drain. 

I was going to bed that young woman! 

I did get dinner and by then although it wasn't all that late I decided to head to bed and read. I got under the covers and picked up the Steven Berry novel I had started from the nightstand. I don't think I had gone half an hour before I was asleep and dreaming of Cassandra, Deborah and the incredible blowjob Carlos had given me that afternoon. 

Tuesday morning the alarm clock went off as usual. I slapped the snooze button also as usual and on the second alarm I finally bounded out of bed, got a quick wake-up shower, got dressed, ate and headed off to work. 

I had a fairly busy day so it made it fly by like Monday had. I ended up working through lunch and before I knew it, it was 6:00pm. I hadn't seen Deborah at all. I also made the trip home uneventfully on the train. As I walked in the door to my house my cell phone went off. It was a picture text from Cassandra. Damn! She was dressed up in a sexy bra and thong in one picture and then in the next picture she was in a sexy dress. It was obvious she was getting ready to go out. I texted her back telling her she looked great and that I would see her in a couple of days. I really did miss her, but I also knew I couldn't wait to go out the next night with Deborah. Cassandra and I weren't exclusive by any means and I was certain she would find a hook-up while she was out in sunny California, especially if she dressed like was in those pictures. 

I actually grinned at the thought of her being with another man, or woman. 

It didn't take me long to get back to picturing being with sexy, younger Deborah though. It was while looking at myself in the mirror as I did that I decided I needed to hit the gym. I needed to tighten up the abs and buff up the guns. I grabbed a quick snack then changed and grabbed my gym bag. As I walked out the door the neighbor's daughter was pulling into her driveway. She got out and immediately took my breath away as well as practically giving me an instant hard-on. She was wearing a low cut top that showed off her perky tits and a little skirt that was pleated and swayed off her tight little ass. I couldn't take my eyes off of her and as I looked she dropped her keys and bent over to pick them up. As she did it gave me a perfect view of her ass even from that far away. It revealed she was wearing a very skimpy thong. I couldn't much make out that sliver of fabric going up her crack but I certainly had an eyeful of her taut ass cheek even from that distance. 

My hard-on just got harder. 

It took me another second in my sexual haze to realize she was not only standing upright again, but waving at me. I waved back as I watched her and her sexy little ass sashay on into her house. And as I drove to the gym I convinced myself that she had been purposely teasing me. She knew I wanted her. I knew it was only matter of time before I was going to be getting into her pants. 

I had a good work at the gym for almost two hours before I headed back home to dinner and a shower. Just like the night before, I jerked off thinking about the young lady across the street, this time doing her right there in my shower, banging her hard from behind as she moaned her lungs out cumming with me. Needless to say, I had another huge mess to rinse off the glass. 

Afterwards I practically passed out in bed exhausted from my workout and my latest intense orgasm. 

When I woke up on Wednesday, I didn't hit the snooze button, but jumped right out of bed. I was excited as the big day had finally arrived. Work didn't seem to fly by as quickly as it had the previous two mornings. At 2:30 I got an email from Deborah saying she was leaving to get her hair and nails done and she would see me at the event around eight. She also gave me the address of the place that would be hosting the gala. I recognized it as being somewhere in the high class part of town; an old estate that had been used for weddings and parties since it was revitalized ten years ago. I emailed her back and told her I would see her there. I left early myself at 4:00 but not before telling my boss I may not be in the next day. 

"Hot date, Aaron?" he asked. 

"You could say that," I said almost too proudly as usual with the most proud part of my anatomy leading the way. 

Damn was I horny for this woman! 

I headed straight to Carlos's shop to pick up my tux where he had me try it on to make sure it fit just right. Carlos was indeed an expert tailor. The tux seemed custom made for my body, from jacket to shirt, to the pants as I stared at myself in the changing room mirror. 

Luckily my arousal had abated by then. Then again subconsciously I may have been too nervous being around Carlos after the first time being in his store. He never once came back toward the fitting room this time around. 

I changed back into my office clothes and headed out to pay. 

"How much do I owe you for the tux?" I asked, realizing there was no price on the ticket. 

"Don't worry about it. I like to take care of friends of Deborah," he responded with those words as well as a not so subtle glance down at my crotch. 

I felt a bit of a twinge down there, remembering what had happened in that store just a couple of days earlier. I still hadn't reconciled the experience with my manly desires for women. But I could not deny how much I had enjoyed the great sucking by this older man. 

I also was not sure how to take his 'friends' comment, wondering just how many men she had sent his way and how many he may have swallowed their cum just as expertly. 

I shivered then pictured the gorgeously sexy Deborah and all other thoughts dissolved away. 

"Well thanks a lot, I appreciate that Carlos. I appreciate all that you have done for me." I said to him with a telling smile. 

"I was glad to be of service," he said with an even more knowing smile back. 

I caught the train home with the tuxedo bag in hand. I ate a light snack to tide me over since dinner would be late. Then I headed to the shower. I didn't jerk off to the fantasy of being with the neighbor girl for the first time in the last few evenings, but I did take time to shave my balls and all the rest of my pubic area. When I was done I was completely hairless down there so then moved on to shave my ass and the area between my asshole and my balls. When I was satisfied that I got every hair possible I shaved what little hair had grown back on my chest and abs. I lathered up well all over with my favorite body wash and then rinsed and got out of the shower. After drying off my newly smooth skinned body I went to the bedroom and pulled out a white undershirt and a black g-string that an ex-girlfriend had gotten me. I actually had an assortment of them to choose from now because I had enjoyed this pair so much I soon went out and got myself a few other pairs. I slipped it on and immediately the silky smooth material felt great against my freshly shaved cock, balls and ass. As I adjusted the string between my ass cheeks I got a nice hard-on going as I thought of undressing down to the black sexy underwear in front of Deborah. 

I stopped myself in mid-fantasy as I didn't want to waste or a good cum on just images when I hoped to have the real thing later that night. I quickly put on the rest of my formal outfit before I had the any further urge to haul my cock out and stroke it off. After I finished putting on the ascot tie, which turned out not to be as restricting as I thought it would be, I picked up a bottle of my favorite cologne put on a couple of extra splashes on my neck. I grabbed my Tag Heuer watch which my parents had given me as a present for college graduation and I only wore for special occasions. This was a very special occasion as I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked handsome and hot even if I did say so myself. 

I picked up my tux jacket and headed out to my car. As I put the key in the lock my young neighbor fantasy came walking down the sidewalk. She stopped at the end of the driveway and gave me the once over. 

"Where are you heading all dressed up?" she asked as she stood there with her hands on her hips, barely covered by the very short denim shorts that were frayed practically up to her crotch. 

"I'm going to a charity gala," I said walking to the back of my car. 

She came up a few steps until she was barely a pace away. 

"You look very sexy," she said in a most sultry tone as she reached up to my neck. "Here, let me adjust your tie," she said as her hands adjusted my tie and then pulled on the lapels of my jacket. She sniffed deeply as her face was inches from mine. "Wow! You smell great, too. Who is the lucky lady tonight?" 

I grinned, not sure if she was being a tease or actually maybe a bit jealous. 

"A lady I know from work," I said with a smirk on my face and a look that met her lovely eyes but purposely wandered downward to her nice round tits. She was wearing a tight black t-shirt that really emphasized her perfect tits. 

"Well she is a lucky lady to have you as a date for tonight," she said as she eased up and gave me a lingering kiss on the cheek. 

I was taken aback as well as energized down below the belt before she leaned away. 

"Uh, thanks, I uh, guess," I fumbled out sure she noticed my stutter. 

"By the way, my name is Michelle. And have a good time tonight," she said, winked then walked across the street. My eyes were glued to her rocking denim blue clad ass until she walked up her driveway. I took a deep breath, shook my head, did a little jiggle of my hips to settle the hard-on that had come and mostly gone then turned back and got in my car. After I buckled up I looked at my watch. It was just after seven which gave me plenty of time to stop and pick up some flowers for Deborah. 

The gala was being held at an old mansion as I had suspected, on the other side of town. I arrived there a little before eight o'clock. I felt a little out of place even though I was dressed sharply as I walked up the front steps and was greeted by an even more sharply dressed butler or house person, or whatever he was called. He pointed me toward the table with the place cards where I spotted the one with my name on ad table number on it. I guess I shouldn't have been so surprised that they could have gotten my name printed at such short notice. I could just as easily have been 'Deborah Mason + 1'. I smiled as I walked on into the main room of the mansion set-up with ornately adorned tables with stark white linen tablecloths draped over them and very expensive looking silverware and fine china. I even more strongly felt out of place then. I'd never eaten with this kind of finery, not even at some of those fancier restaurants Cassandra had taken me to. But I felt much better about myself when I looked across the room and saw Deborah. She was talking with a small group of people. When we made eye contact she appeared to excuse herself from the group and walked over to me. 

"Well, well Aaron, you sure clean up nicely," she said stepping up close and reaching out a hand to brush at the front of my tuxedo jacket. 

"Thanks, but you look absolutely stunning in that dress," I said looking her up and down. Damn, did she ever look stunningly sexy! She was dressed in a long black halter dress which hung down in the front showing off plenty of cleavage. So much so it appeared the tie behind her neck was straining to hold up her extra-large tits. 

"Our table is over there, toward the front," Deborah said, turning and pointing nearly across the room. 

I noticed from that view there was absolutely no back to her dress. She was completely exposed from the knotted tie at the back of her neck down to below her waist. It showed off her well defined, very smooth back while it teased at baring her ass crack. As much as I admired that view when she turned back around I noticed how the light caught small glittering specks on the material covering her breasts which naturally directed my view toward a most generous sight of cleavage being I'm sure proudly displayed. But if that was not enough of a stimulus her dress flailed in front as she spun so quickly back around. There were two slits down the front that came up to the upper half of her thighs. She finished off the perfect cock-teasing outfit with a black pair of five inch stiletto heels. 

At least it all was beginning to tease my cock already. 

I got another once over look from her. "Carlos really did a good job on this tux for you." 

"Yeah he is really good at his job," which was certainly true but the extra effort he gave during my fitting I was not prepared to comment about. 

"Uh, are those for me?" Deborah nodded toward my left hand. 

"Oh yeah, sorry, I was distracted. Here," I said holding out the small bouquet. 

"Oh thank you so much Aaron, they are beautiful." she said as she took the flowers in one hand before she wrapped her other arm around me to give me a firm hug. "I really am glad you are here with me tonight. I promise you are going to have a good time," she whispered into my ear before giving me a kiss on the cheek. 

I felt my cock go almost instantly hard in my g-string. 

"Let's go get a drink and I'll introduce you to some other people here," she said as she grabbed my hand and led me across the room. As I trailed behind her I could smell her perfume, it was a very intoxicating aroma but not too overwhelming. 

At the bar Deborah got a glass of white wine and I got a Crown Royal on the rocks. Then she led me on around the room introducing me to friends of hers and other people from the charity organization. All the people I met were older, at least in their forties except for maybe a couple of women who looked to still be in their thirties. Every woman was dressed in elegant evening gowns and I have to say the majority of them were very attractive, very much showing of money, but very attractive. 

After mingling with Deborah and her friends and having some appetizers we made our way over to our table. We sipped our drinks as everyone else soon took their seats. Then just as it appeared all the tables were filled Deborah leaned over toward me and whispered, "Aaron, I have to go up and say a few words before dinner is served." She patted my thigh under the draped tablecloth then stood. 




Black Tie Event Pt. 01



I rose and she reached back to touch my hand and give it a squeeze before she walked away. My eyes followed her until she reached the podium where she beamed under the spotlight, glittery breasts and all. She immediately started addressing the audience and proceeded to speak for another fifteen minutes. She was very eloquent in her speech and held the attention of all in the large room. She certainly held my gaze as she looked absolutely fantastic and was by far the best looking woman there...once again, if I did say so myself. 

Even though I was engrossed with my date for the night, I did get distracted by the woman that sat to my left at our table and was in my direct line of sight as I viewed Deborah at the podium. The good looking blonde, one of the ones that appeared to be in her thirties, shifted in her seat and I suddenly felt a hand on my left thigh. I looked down to see the woman looking up at me. 

"She looks great in that dress, doesn't she?" The blonde with big bright red lips said. 

"Yeah, yes, she does," I responded, looking up at Deborah for a second before looking back down at the hand still on my thigh. 

"My name is Angela," she said but looked toward the front and the podium. 

She also squeezed my thigh. 

"Uh, I'm Aaron," I said as I looked down at the red strapless cocktail dress she wore. It definitely showed off her huge, and from the point of view I had, more than an ample cleavage. 

All that and the continued gentle squeeze of my thigh had my cock well on the way to being very hard. There we sat for the next couple of minutes, me ogling her cleavage and her teasing my thigh until Deborah finished her speech. Finally Angela pulled her hand back from my leg and I watched my date and recent speaker stop at a few tables to talk to some of what I'm sure were the largest of donors. 

"Aaron, this is my husband, Neil. Neil this is Aaron, Deborah's date for the evening," Angela said sitting back in her chair as Neil and I shook hands just in front of that incredibly full bosom of hers and exchanged polite pleasantries. Of course, I felt very awkward doing so after what his wife had been doing with her hand only a moment earlier. If he only knew I was still very much harboring a healthy hard-on at least in part caused by his wife. If he had, I wasn't sure what kind of scene we would have had in that high-class and formal setting. Instead we all sat there silent as the salads were severed. Deborah still had not returned so I started to eat mine. 

I had no sooner put the first bite in my mouth than I nearly choked on it when I felt a warm hand again on my thigh, only this time it rested much closer to my crotch. I looked over to my left and saw Angela smiling at me. I smiled back at her and chewed on my salad trying to act as if nothing was going on below the table. 

By my third bite Deborah came back to the table and sat down again on my right. 

"That was a wonderful speech, Deborah," Angela said past me while her fingers just about near enough to touch my cock. I was so hard by then I was glad Carlos had given me the extra space in the crotch or else I would have had a good tent going in my pants. 

"Why thank you Angela. I just spoke from my heart," Deborah said as she laid her napkin in her lap. 

What would she think, what would she do if she knew our table mate's hand was in my lap? 

"Yes, it sounded like it," I said fighting to keep from gritting my teeth at the simultaneous pain and pleasure I felt on my dick. 

I watched Deborah reach up for her glass of water and couldn't help seeing the eyeful of bulging boob I got from the side of her gaping halter on that black evening dress. It was also at that very moment Angela finally did reach my cock and she gave it a good squeeze. I gasped as I bit down hard on the crouton I had just shoveled into my mouth. 

"You okay Aaron?" Deborah asked. 

"Uh, yeah, fine," I said, not believing the boldness of the woman on the other side of me as she started to stroke me all the while my date spoke to me and her husband sat right next to her. 

"I thought you were going to choke on that last bite," Deborah said as she settled on in and started eating her salad. 

I silently nodded and smile while at the same time holding my breath as Angela smoothly stroked my cock through my tux pants. 

Then Angela leaned towards me but looked over at Deborah. "You looked good up there in that sexy dress, girl." 

"Why thank you. I've had this dress for a while and thought tonight was a perfect night to break it out," my date said, looked up at me and winked, before taking another bite of salad. 

"Yes, and I think your date is rather enjoying it also," the older blonde returned as she gave me the hardest squeeze yet down under that table. 

I tensed and almost bit my tongue this time. 

Both women then started talking to others around the table even as Angela kept playing with me and my very hard cock. In fact, I was so horny my thinking probably was not rational and although I had come as Deborah's date I decided to be a little risky and slipped my hand under the table to rub Angela's thigh. Not surprisingly she opened her legs for me and as much as invited my fingers to play up between them under what I assumed was a most convenient split in her dress. It was a little disappointing at that point though as she stopped stroking my cock when she brought both hands above the table to say something to the older women sitting next to her husband. That was probably a good thing anyway as I was sure to have cum had she kept it up much longer. But I still rubbed my fingers up and down Angela's inner thigh while Deborah was busy talking with the woman beside her. I could feel a distinctive heat coming from Angela's pussy as my hand got closer to it. 

"Aaron, would you mind passing the pepper please," I heard Neil call to me and I nearly jumped, squeezing his wife's upper thigh hard, before quickly moving it away to reach up for the pepper shaker and hand it to him. As I did I looked at Angela and saw this scrunched up look on her face as if saying, 'What the fuck? Why did you stop?' 

I know I shrugged at least slightly at which she fluttered her eyelashes and did a quick glance and nod down. I took it as an order and quickly put my hand back under the table and up her dress. This time her own hand grasped mine and pushed it further up until my thumb met her not surprisingly wet panties. I immediately realized I could feel her clit sticking out through that moist material. I didn't know whether she had on a thong or a g-string or even something else, but I knew for sure the material was very thin and already very wet. As I rubbed that nub of her pleasure all of a sudden I felt a hand on my right thigh. I saw both Angela's hands still above the table. I tensed knowing it had to be Deborah. Only she didn't hesitate as Angela had but quickly made her way up my thigh. I was almost afraid to look back her way thinking she must know where my left hand was and surmising what it was doing, which was earnestly rubbing away on Angela's very pronounced clit. 

I finally did turn my head and had a smile on my face with the intent to soften her anger if she had figured out what I was doing to her table mate. But instead she was still in a conversation with the woman next to her. I took a calming breath only to sharply inhale when Deborah made her way to my cock and with a gentle squeeze found it hard. At that I did get an attentive glance back from my date, but it was a quick smile, subtle wink then she was back talking to her table mate, but not before she gave me good hard squeeze this time. I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to handle her doing that too many times, not with Angela having had already primed me with a good stroking. 

So here we were with some sort of little daisy chain of covert, under the table sex play going. I was sure enjoying the attention I was getting from two very attractive women, with one hell of a hard-on to prove it. I could also tell Angela was enjoying my manual manipulations as her hips began up a slow steady undulation into my hand. Since no one seemed to be paying any attention to me I decided to be a little bolder and pushed her panties aside with my thumb and started to flick my finger across her wet lips. I grinned broadly when I could tell she was complete shaven down there. I went for broke and slid a finger on into her fully saturated vagina. She tensed as I did but not for a second took her attention away from her husband and the conversation he was having with the woman next to him. I plunged in again and again as her pelvis undulated up and back. 

Deborah's warm hand had begun to rub my cock good by then and I know she had to feel it straining against the fabric of the pants. If she only knew this erection had not started with her, but had been raised and hardened by the woman on my other side. But she was certainly maintaining that erection even as she continued to carry on a conversation with the woman seated to her right. 

Angela still was enjoying my finger probing of her pussy so I added a second finger. She moved around in her seat as my fingers worked in and out of her, smoothly and ever more wetly. My fingers where soaked and I just knew her dress was going to have a wet spot on it if she came. She must have been thinking the same thing as at that moment she pushed her napkin down between her legs, past my hand and under her bottom. I had her going for sure as my fingers got into a nice rhythm. I could not believe how much she could handle and even though her husband was sitting right next to her could at any moment realize what I was doing to his wife, I decided to push it that much further. I twisted my hand around enough until I was able to pinch her plump clit between my thumb and finger while keeping the other two fingers rubbing up inside her. Angela tensed, caught her breath, and suddenly her pussy contracted around those two fingers. I pumped and squeezed. Then she started to cough softly. She did that I know to cover her orgasm that was about explode onto her. Her cough got sharper and deeper though as I must have finally sent her over the edge. Her thighs clamped down onto my hand hard and she continued to cough. Neil finally looked back concerned. 

Deborah leaned in front of me, "Angela, are you okay?" She also released my cock from her firm grasp. I moaned at the loss. 

Abruptly Angela pulled my hand from between her legs as she continued to fake a cough. She stood covering her mouth and patted her husband on the shoulder as if reassuring him as she practically ran off out of the room. I noticed her napkin fell out from under her dress as she made her way out the door. 

Deborah stood, "Excuse me, I'll go see how Angela is doing." She patted my shoulder too as I assumed she hurried off after Angela. 

Neil didn't seem to be as concerned as I thought he'd be, although he did keep looking toward the door which the two women had just exited. He carried on the conversation with the older woman beside him. I sat there with my erection subsiding. At the same time the wait staff had started serving the main course and before me was laid a sumptuous platter of filet and stuffed shrimp. We all at our table seemed to, without saying it out loud, decide to wait for the two ladies. It was then I started to wonder if Angela would tell Deborah that I had been finger fucking her. At the same time I wondered if after that scene I had actually gotten her off or if maybe she had gone to bathroom to finish herself off. 

No sooner than that last thought had begun to get a new rise in my tuxedo slacks than the ladies came back to the table. Angela I swear was blushing a bit while Deborah had a little smirk on her face as she walked passed me. I stood and pulled her chair out for her. 

"So dear, are you okay?" The older woman next to Neil asked. 

"Yes, oh yes, I am perfectly fine. Just swallowed something wrong and couldn't make it right. I am very fine now," Angela replied. 

I also felt a hand on my left thigh again. I looked at Angela who gave me a little squeeze before releasing me and diving into her meal. 

"This entrée looks very delicious doesn't it?" Deborah said to no one in particular and dug into hers also. 

Almost surprisingly we all ate our dinner will very little conversation amongst us, even from the chatty woman next to Neil. Of course, the food was absolutely delicious. It had to be the most delicious meal I had enjoyed in some time.



Black Tie Event Pt. 02



Please read part 1 of this story for information about the characters and how we got to where we are now. 

This story has been edited by Stephen7Redo. As usual he has done a great job in helping the story flow and making sure I don't to side tracked. 

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After dinner the band start to play and several couples moved out onto the dance floor. I took a sip from my drink and then grabbed Deborah's hand. 

"Would you like to dance, madam?" 

"Certainly, my gentleman sir," she said with a bright smile.

We made our way out to the somewhat already crowded dance floor to a slow song so I took her into my arms and pulled her close to me. With her in those tall high heels I was able to feel her breasts against my chest as I laid my hand on the small of her back. 

"Deborah, you really do look so beautiful in this dress. You have to be the prettiest woman here,"

I said as we turned gently bumping into another couple beside us. It was that older woman from our table and her husband. She actually gave me a wink! 

"Why thank you, I appreciate the kind words," Deborah returned stroking her warm hand along my neck. "But I see you are getting plenty of looks from many of the other women here tonight." That said, she patted me on the cheek, almost as if it were a slap to scold me for being handsome.

I immediately had the thought from earlier that Angela had told her about our playing under the table. As if on cue my gaze over Deborah's shoulder fell on Angela staring at us from that table. I could also feel my erection had grown again as I held Deborah close and felt her warm body push closer into me still. It was then I made a mental note to myself to send Carlos a thank you card for the extra room in my pants. It allowed my cock to get erect but not to bulge outward where people would notice it. Only I'm certain Deborah felt it as we danced to a couple of more songs.

After the last one, Deborah tugged on my hand, "Look over at our table. Angela and her husband Neil are the only ones not out here on the dance floor."

"I hadn't noticed," I lied. Well it wasn't a total lie. I had noticed Angela but not her husband. 

"Let's go get them out here," she pulled me toward the table. "I know for a fact Angela is quite fond of you."

I almost tripped over my two big feet at that comment. But Deborah kept on tugging and I kept on following. We had no sooner reached our table than Deborah released my hand and put both of hers on her hips in a superior pose. "Come on you two, you know everyone is required to dance at our annual gala."

"Since when?" Neil asked.

Angela just looked up at me.

"Since I just made up the rule," Deborah still stood there defiantly. 

"Well, we don't do a lot of dancing," Neil sat up in his chair, I swear giving Deborah more than a subtle look up and down in that form fitting black dress of hers.

"Just get up you two. Neil you join me out on the dance floor," she reached out and grabbed his hand and pulled him up. 

"Sure, why not," Neil said, and then looked back at his wife with a smile and a shrug of his broad shoulders. 

Before Deborah practically dragged him out on the floor she looked at me and mouthed 'Go' while she nodded back at Angela.

I looked back at the woman and saw her looking up at me with a grin on her face, those bright red lips practically calling to me without moving at all.

"Well that just leaves the two of us, would you care to dance with me?" I offered.

"Of course I would love to, but you know I want to do more than dance with you Aaron," she responded and added a wink.

"Well, for now all you're going get out of me is a dance or two if you're lucky," I said boldly and extended my hand to her. She took it and we walked together out onto the dance floor. 

We made our way close to Deborah and Neil and started to dance. At first I held her at a comfortable, modest distance, being she was a married woman and all. That turned out to be unacceptable to Angela and she soon had herself pressed up close to my body. I felt her press her wonderful full tits press into me, albeit somewhat lower than Deborah's had, as we moved with the music. 

My cock was completely hard again in no time.

By the second number I had gotten used to my dance partner wedging her pelvis around my one leg and gyrating herself into my erection. I also caught a glance more than once of Neil's hand grabbing onto Deborah's ass in the crowd on the floor. My date didn't seem to mind as she kept on gyrating with him as one hand or the other groped her fine ass. 

At that point I wasn't sure what was turning me on more, the sexy warm body rubbing up all over me or watching the woman that I had planned on fucking all night get felt up by the husband of the woman with that sexy warm body. I had been fantasizing for the last few days of taking that hot body of Deborah's to bed so I played as if that was the foremost thrill.

"I want to fuck you really bad Aaron, but I know that Deborah should have your first," I heard the whispered words in my ear. I also felt the hump of her pelvis into my raging hard-on. 

"What about your husband?" I asked looking down into her dreamy blue eyes. 

"He will be the benefactor of you getting me so horny. I am going to fuck him at least a couple of times tonight after we get home, hell, I may even blow him in the car on the way home."

"Oh!" was all I could respond with.

"He actually enjoys watching me flirt with younger men. He loves even more watching me fuck a young stud such as you. We have an open relationship and we both get very turned on watching the other have sex with other people," her whispers began to feel moist in my ear.

"Well it sounds like you are going to get a good fucking already, you don't need me," I responded back to her with a grin and a nudge of my hips and stab of my cock into her pelvis. 

"It's okay I'll fuck you another time. I'll have you over for dinner soon so you can fuck me in front of Neil," she responded in my ear with her wet tongue this time. 

"I like the sound of that," I said, trying to picture me in their bed with her, fucking her like mad, as her husband sat in a chair on the other side of the room jacking off. 

At that very moment I felt a hand on my back. 

"Excuse me Angela but I would like to get my date back for another dance, before you wear him down," Deborah said walking up beside us with Neil. 

Angela patted my cheek before she reached down and took my hands and handed them over to Deborah, "He's all yours, dear. I have had my fill of him." The older woman winked up at me. 

"Sir, I return your wife to you," I said full well knowing I was still picturing myself in their bedroom having my way with his wife.

"Thank you young man," he said nodding his head, "I hope Angela mentioned that we intend to have you and Deborah over some time."

So they had talked about this. "Uh, yeah, yes, I think she did something about that," I said feeling both my hard-on get harder and my face turn warm from at least a slight blush of nervous embarrassment.

Neil put his arm around his arm around his wife. At the same time Deborah pulled me aside and put my arms around her as the other couple went there way as the music started up again.

"So, did you enjoy dancing with Neil?" I asked my date. 

"Yes I did. Why, did you get jealous watching him grab my ass?" she asked reaching up to pinch my cheek. 

"A little maybe, but I had my hands full with Angela," I said back to her as I turned my head and kissed her fingers. 

"You mean full 'of' Angela don't you?" My date looked me in the eye without blinking. "She told me while we were in the bathroom earlier that she would like to have us both over for dinner someday. I told her it was a wonderful idea but that this was just our first date, even if I as much as made you come on this one with me. But I will say, they do have a great house for entertaining," Deborah said and then I felt her hands grab my ass. As she did this, the band decided to play some more upbeat music. Everyone on the dance floor realized this and started to dance a lot quicker. Deborah turned around and started to grind her ass into my crotch as the rhythm began to pick up more. I looked over at Angela and Neil and they were grinding away while their lips were locked almost obscenely together. But I was distracted quickly from that scene as my cock strained against my g-string while Deborah's ass ground hard back against it. Even though my pants had been custom fitted to allow for the extreme arousal I was feeling I still was glad for the closeness of the other couples so everyone didn't get a view of what was going on down there.

All too soon for the pleasure to stop, but just as well to avoid a big mess, Deborah turned around and faced me while we continued to dance. But just as I was getting into it with her she sidestepped, did a twirl and danced her way over to Angela. With Neil backing away, we were both treated to the sight of the two beautiful women dancing rather provocatively as they moved their bodies back and forth to the heavy beat of the music. You'd have thought we were out at some club instead of a high-class charity event the way the two women gyrated and played off one another so well. They went on like that until the very end of the extended song. 

Needless to say I maintained my erection watching the two very sexy ladies both of which had fondled my cock earlier that night. Both of them looked so hot in their tight dresses with cleavage deep enough for any man, or woman I suppose, to enjoy. Finally the music stopped and sadly so did the women. They hugged one another before coming back over to Neil and me. 

"Woooo! That was fun!" Angela called out excitedly as she strode up to her husband put her arms around him and laid her head against his chest. "That was so hot. I feel like I just had sex." She smiled and winked at me.

"Yeah, girl, that was hot!" Deborah chimed in as she put one arm around me and the other hand against my chest, patted it and added with a sultry voice, "So did you naughty boys get an eyeful out there?" 

I looked at the smile on her face and felt her body heaving as she breathed deeply against me. I knew my erection wasn't going down with all that stimulation. I was about to say something to the effect of getting much more than an eyeful out there playful antics, but Neil beat me to it.

"Yeah, that was hot, the only thing that would have been better is to have seen you two naked doing all that. Now that would have been hot!"

Damn if this older guy wasn't honest and just as horny as I was I'm sure. I would have given anything to see these two gorgeous women go at it naked.

"Well, maybe one day Neil, maybe one of these days," Angela uttered still pressed up to his chest. She gave me another wink but also licked her lips rather seductively.

Of course, that gave my cock an excuse to lurch up in my pants some more. 

"Well, I don't know about you guys, but I need some fresh air," Deborah said as she patted my chest once again. "Aaron, let's go out on the terrace for a bit."

"Sure. Lead the way," I said putting my arm around her warm body and arm in arm we headed outside. 

The air was cool but not cold as Deborah and I walked towards the edge of the terrace. There was a stone wall there with steps that led down to the lower garden. We sat on the wall and I pulled Deborah close to me between my parted legs. I looked at her and she at me for a long heated moment before we both slowly leaned in for a kiss. Her lips felt wonderful, so soft and so very warm. I put my arms around her and pulled her in closer as her tongue parted my lips and entered my mouth. It felt so hard and so soft as the same time. My hand slid down and began to grope her breast in that halter dress as our kissing became more intense. Her hand soon thereafter made its way down to my crotch. She gave me a rally hard squeeze and I moaned into her mouth.

But at the same moment I heard a distinctly different moan and it wasn't Deborah. There it was again, a heavy groan in the distance. We stopped kissing and both turned to look out into the darkened garden. The heavy, drawn out moan came again. From the distinct sound I could tell it was a woman. 

"I wonder if that is a groan of pleasure or pain," I said to Deborah as I turned to look at her looking off curiously into the darkness. 

"I don't know, but we better check it out to make sure," she said as she backed out of my arms and I got up off the wall. She took my hand and led me down the steps as we heard the moan once again. I still couldn't tell if it was pain or pleasure I was hearing, but it definitely was a woman. As we walked into the garden we rounded a row of hedges just as the woman let out another heavy moan. 

Then we stopped in our respective tracks as we came upon the sight of Angela laying down on a stone bench with Neil on his knees, his face buried between her legs. Her skirt was hiked up and she had pulled down the top of her dress to expose those large tits I had been ogling all night. Even though it was dark out, the moonlight and lights from the terrace had shown just right perfectly down on her half naked body to reveal two very erect nipples. Deborah squeezed my hand and I looked into her face as she nibbled her lower lip appearing to be holding back a laugh. Then I looked back at her friend sprawled out on the stone bench getting a good eating out. I could even hear the heavy slurping and sucking Neil was giving her.

Deborah squeezed my hand again, only this time she led me over to a bench just across the small clearing from Angela and Neil, but in a spot in total shadows. We could see them still but they likely couldn't see us. 

My date motioned for me to sit down.

"Scoot back and spread your legs," she whispered.

I politely and eagerly did as Deborah asked. Then she sat down on the bench between my legs, facing away from me toward the other side of the circular clearing. She leaned her head back and kissed me and I returned her kiss with fervent intent. We kissed for several seconds as I wrapped my arms around her. Then she broke our kiss turned her attention back to Angela and Neil going at it. I multi-tasked at that point, planting small kisses on her neck and ear as I looked over at the amorous couple out of one eye. My excited hands also moved up to Deborah's large tits where I groped them not too animal-like I hoped. But I could feel her nipples were already plenty stiff and they completely hardened with my added stimulation underneath the fabric of her halter top dress. As my fingertips slipped under either side of Deborah's deep plunging neckline we both watched anxiously as Angela's gorgeous body's arched up over her bench into the throes of a what had to be a powerful orgasm. Her hands were firmly gripping the back of Neil's head as she moaned louder than ever. 

Deborah joined in with a softer, but still insistent and extended moan as my hands played firmly with her tits. Angela huffed and puffed for a long moment, going into a heavy final groan as her back lowered slowly back to the stone bench. No sooner had she released Neil's head from between her thighs than he stood up and in the moonlit glare Deborah and I could see his face was coated with his wife's generous sex juices. We also watched as Angela quickly sat up, reached out to unzip her husband's pants and in a flash had his cock out in that moonlight. Neil's manhood had to have been a good seven inches long and it looked only to be semi-erect at that moment. Angela wasn't going to let that be for long as she quickly took his cock into her mouth and began to suck on it about as noisily as her husband had licked and sucked on her cunt.

I was so much into what she was doing to her man that I literally forgot I had a gorgeous woman of my own sitting between my legs, my erection making itself known against her curvy ass pressed up against it. But Deborah didn't let me forget for long as she turned her pretty head back and kissed me again. As she did, I felt her reach up and untie the halter at her neck. The straps fell down over the backs of my hands that continued to grope her big tits. I pulled my hands away long enough to let the sequined material fall completely off of her heaving chest and immediately began to massage her warm tits more eagerly and firmly. They felt so larger in the palms of each hand. They were easily much more than a handful. I played with her very erect and plump nipples while I licked and kissed her ear and neck. 

Deborah's little soft moans grew to a much breathier and louder groan. 

"Play with my pussy, Aaron," she whispered up to me before sticking her tongue in my mouth. 

I didn't need to be told twice to play with a woman's sex, especially a woman as gorgeous as this one. I slid my right hand down from her tit and onto her thigh. Her legs were spread and the piece of fabric that was between the slits was hanging down between her legs. My hand quickly slid under that black material and down over the silk of her underwear. As I discovered she was wearing thigh high stockings and a garter belt. Damn, if that thought didn't get me even harder, if that was possible as I practically had my hard-on stuck into the crack of her ass. As my fingers slipped under her panties I quickly assessed she was very much shaved down there. I also quickly found her excited clit and started playing with it. Deborah's clit was much like Angela's was when I felt her up under the table at dinner, very large and very wet all around. 

I felt I was being treated to a peep show as I watched Angela really going to town on Neil's cock. She had to be the most animated and noisy cock sucking woman I had ever seen or heard. She slurped and sucked so loudly I swear it was louder than the heavy breathing and moaning Deborah was doing sitting there right in front of me. As hard and fast as Angela was working I was sure her husband wouldn't last long with her mouth assaulting his manhood that way. My own manhood lurched a little more while I slipped two fingers deep into Deborah's wet cunt and my other hand worked on her erect nipple. She moaned as she tried to kiss me, but I wouldn't let her and eased my head back wanting to hear her whimper and groan. I know this teased her good, combining it all with the work my hands were eagerly doing. It was driving her crazy.

I loved it!

Then I heard a noisy slurp and 'pop' sound and looked over to the other bench and saw Angela had pulled her mouth off Neil's cock and was pulling his pants down to the ground. She pushed him back to the bench where he sat down. Neil was sporting one hell of a huge hard-on and it glistened with his wife's saliva. Angela hiked her dress back up and scooted back over his lap, positioning herself right over that big thick cock. She put her hands on her husband's thighs and quickly lowered herself onto that pole. It was so hot and amazing how it slid with ease into her obviously wet pussy. Neil's hands quickly came around and started to play with his wife's large tits. From the looks of them they looked to be larger than Deborah's. I couldn't tell from that distance if they were real or not, but what did it matter, they looked great from that view across the shadowed clearing. 

As I finger fucked my date, Angela bounced up and down on Neil's tremendous erection. Deborah was enjoying the show as much as I was I knew as she never let her gaze move away and I felt her pussy get wetter as she watched her friends have sex in front of us. I could also tell she was going to cum soon as she was breathing hard bucking up and down on my fingers almost as fast as Angela was on her husband's lucky cock. I backed off with my fingers and just played with her clit while my other hand pinched her nipples. 




Black Tie Event Pt. 02



As Neil's cock slammed into Angela I could tell she was going to cum for a second time soon. I quickly decided I was going to see if I could get Deborah to cum at the same time as her gorgeous friend. I picked up the pace with my fingers and Deborah's breathing increased. I knew she was close. I looked over to find Neil groping his wife's huge tits roughly with one hand as his other one rubbed furiously at her clit. 

Deborah abruptly reached back and pulled my head forward and moaned in my ear, "Oh yes, Aaron, I'm...I'm cumming, don't stop!" 

I squeezed her nipple hard and rubbed her clit as fast as I could. I also looked across the way and watched Angela arch her back, raise her head to the starry sky with her mouth opened wide. At first she silently began to cum, but in seconds began to squeal as she was so obviously cumming all over her husband's cock and fingers. I could actually see her love juices coat his plunging cock and his thighs in the shimmering moonlight. 

Just then Deborah left out a gasp, shot her head back into my shoulder and as her pussy quivered around my fingers she erupted with juices practically shooting out all over my hand. She grunted and groaned hunching at my hand and soon it, along with my wrist and forearm were slick with her lusty orgasm. She moaned in my ear and humped my fingers still harder until with a heavy groan she started biting on my ear lobe. Damn if that didn't hurt! But I didn't mind the pain since I knew I was getting my date off and she was rubbing up against my harder than ever cock. 

I blinked and took a look over toward Angela and Neil. The sexy woman had stopped bouncing up and down on her stud's cock, but I could still see her generous juices dripping out of her pussy and off her thighs and her husband's. As Deborah moaned in my ear her blonde friend got up on wobbly legs and when she stepped away I caught a glimpse of Neil's very shiny cock. It looked as hard as it gone into that wet cunt of his wife's only now it was completely coated in her love juices. Deborah's pussy finally released my fingers from her clutching inside's as she came down from her euphoric high. I pulled my hand out of her panties and put it to it to my mouth to lick her love juices off my sticky fingers. When my last finger popped from between my lips Deborah turned and kissed me passionately on the lips. She then stood up quickly and hiked up her dress, she reached down and took off her g-string and wiped her wet pussy with what little fabric that the dainty panties consisted of. She then balled them up, stuffed it in my tuxedo jacket pocket and patted it. 

"Something to remember tonight by, oh and by the way thank you," she said then leaned in and gave me one hard kiss on the lips. 

When Deborah sat down and I put my arm around her we turned our attention back to Neil and Angela. At that point Angela was sitting on the bench with Neil kneeling in front of her getting a hot titty fuck. Within seconds we watched his big fat cock erupt and shoot one large, long stream of cum up into his wife's face and down over those huge tits. He shot off again and again until by the time he finished cumming his wife's face, chest and tits were coated with his generously thick cum. All of it glistened in that sharp moonlight. But Angela wasn't done as she took his cockhead in her mouth and sucked every last drop out of him. Neil even scooped up his cum off of her tits and fed that to his wife, too. The lovely woman eagerly licked up all of it. 

My cock was desperately trying to get out of my pants at that point. Carlos may have added some extra space in those tux pants, but this boner was as raging as it had ever been. I so needed relief and as I watched Neil and Angela make themselves presentable again, Deborah turned to me and I so wantonly expected her to offer me a hot blowjob or even a quick fuck like the other couple had just had. I full well knew my date's pussy was totally bared and wet under that black dress. 

Instead though she abruptly stood and pressed her dress back down, "Baby, give me a couple of minutes to wrap up a couple things back inside and then we can go to my place and fuck our brains out." She leaned down again to kiss me, but this time giving me a whole lot of tongue. 

When she finally let me breath, I gave her a very breathy, "No problem." Even though I had a really huge problem! 

"I want you to take me home," she said as she reached down and gave my boner a good hard squeeze, "and have you fuck me silly with this bad boy."

With that she spun on her high heels, headed out of the shadows, and back up the steps to the main house. After her and her sweet ass were out of my sight I looked back across the clearing to find Neil and Angela were gone. I was somewhat disappointed as I had so enjoyed their show and actually wanted Angela to know I had been watching her the whole time. But my erection was already easing back so I stood adjusted myself down there enough to be presentable and made my way back to the huge house. 

Once back inside I saw Neil was over at the bar. But I didn't see either of the women.

As I continued to scan the crowd I heard someone clear their throat right behind me. I turned and laid my eyes on a gorgeous only somewhat older Angela. Her cheeks were flushed, not so surprisingly after what had gone on out in the garden, but otherwise she was as beautiful as ever.

"I still plan to have you over for dinner sometime soon and have you fuck me with this," she said in a sultry whisper as she reached for my crotch and gave me a good squeeze. "I also saw you and Deborah out there. Hope you two enjoyed yourself. I know I'll enjoy myself with you when I get the chance. But until then, here is a souvenir to remember me by," she said as she stuffed her thong into my pocket. 

"I won't forget you or tonight," I said and began to grow hard in her hand before she abruptly let me loose, but not before she patted me down there.

Damn I so needed to cum! 

"I have a feeling Neil will enjoy our show when we hook up, lover," she said before she leaned up and kissed me on the lips before walking away. She met her husband over near the bar who nodded and smiled back over at me.

I knew Deborah and I were definitely going to have to get over to their place real soon. Then as if on cue, my hot date appeared before me with her purse and the flowers I had given her in hand. 

"Okay, I've said my goodnights, the big spenders have written their big checks and we've exceeded our goal, so all is well," she said putting purse and flowers in one hand then grabbing my hand with the other. "Now it's time to get you home, get you naked and have you fuck me with that huge cock I've been feeling through those pants all night."

She tugged on my hand all the way to her car.

"Are you sure you're okay to drive? I know you had a couple of drinks after I met up with you and I'm sure you had a least one before that from what I could tell on your breath," I said holding her back.

"Oh, I don't plan on driving. I'm just making sure I locked my car. I already told our gracious hosts I was leaving it here." With that she pressed button on her key fob and I heard the door locks clock down and the obligatory single honk of her horn. "Okay stud, let's go."

I knew I was okay to drive, at least as far as being sober as I hadn't even finished two drinks. Although as hyped as I was about sleeping with this gorgeous woman I was actually shaking a little. I was so glad I was in good shape as I planned to worship that hot body of hers and give her a night that she wouldn't forget. 

As we pulled out of the parking lot and onto the main road Deborah leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. 

"Thanks for getting me off back in the garden," she said as she reached down and undid the zipper of my pants, "and I think it's time to reciprocate. Just head out to the highway and head down to the boulevard exit. I'll give you more instructions then." She reached her warm hand in, shoved aside my g-string and pulled out my cock. That extra room in my tux pants made it much easier for her to do so with me being more than half hard again. She didn't wait but leaned right over the center console and went down on me. 

I kept my eyes on the road and my hands tight on the wheel as she gave me a totally amazing blowjob. My cock had been hard off and on all night, more hard than not. Both women had gotten me worked up with their hands and the show that Angela and Neil put on in the garden got me hot as hell. I had been ready to cum more than a couple of times and knew as hard as I was again I wouldn't last long if Deborah kept doing what she was doing so well. 

We were just about to the exit she had mentioned when I felt my balls tighten and my cock swell.

"Oh shit! Deborah, I'm, oh fuck, I'm gonna cum!" I called out loudly, figuring she would stop to save me for later. But she didn't let up at all, maybe even sucking that much harder if that was possible. Then with a huge lurch of my hips and a mighty groan I erupted into her oh so talented mouth. Stars flashed before my eyes and I couldn't catch my breath as I kept cumming, filling her mouth for sure. I struggled to keep the car on the road as we made the exit and she coaxed every drop out of me. 

Deborah noisily slurped up the last and raised her head to look out the windshield.

"Go three lights and take left," she said still holding my cock as she wiped her lips with the back of her hand.

"Damn! You...are...good," I muttered trying to get my breath back.

"Oh don't worry. I'm not done with you yet. I plan to get this thing hard again," she tugged on my mostly limp cock, "so you can fuck my pussy until it hurts. Okay here, take a right and it's the third house on the right."

Less than a minute later we were pulling into her driveway. 

I had no sooner turned off the engine than I swung around and leaned back across the console to her and took her face in my hands and kissed her hard. As I did I felt her hand still down between my legs stroking my cock back to life. Within seconds I was hard in her fist as our tongues dueled back and forth.

Deborah finally pushed me away, "Oh fuck, we need to get in the house. I need to have this inside me," she said giving my new erection a good tug.

"I'm all yours baby," I said husky and dry throated.

I reached around her and undid her seatbelt then sat back and released my own. I got out and with my hard-on bobbing out of my tuxedo pants into the night air I chased my date to her front door. She was fumbling with her keys as I came up behind her, stabbed her ass with my hard-on and reached around her lovely body to grab her tits. I know all that didn't help her concentrate on getting the key in the lock but I couldn't help it, I wanted her as badly as she wanted me. After a minute of fooling around, with my hands getting slapped a couple of times, we finally made it inside. No sooner than the door was shut though than I spun her around and pinned her up against it. Our lips met as hard as they had all night. We didn't just kiss, we mauled one another. Somehow in all the pawing, tongue lashing and sucking of face she managed to get my jacket off while I untied the knot of her halter behind her neck setting her firm, round tits free. I eased back to maul them again, now totally bared and warm pulling the full extended nipples between my fingers. 

She then fumbled as badly with my pants as she had with her keys.

"Here, let me help," I said as I reached down, unbuttoned them and let the pants fall to the floor. I kicked my shoes off and stepped out of the pants. So there I stood in my socks, my fully buttoned tuxedo shirt with my ascot tie still at my neck, and my hard cock sticking straight out from my g-string she had pulled to the side in the car before she giving me that fantastic blowjob. But all I could think about at that very moment was getting down between her beautiful legs. I knew she had no panties on, they and her friends panties were in my jacket pockets which was on the floor in a crumpled pile. I got down on my knees and lifted up her dress. She spread her legs wanting me down there as badly as I wanted to be there. My tongue was on her puffy wet lips in seconds and I swiped it through her slit tasting of her delicious heated womanhood. Her hands went to my head as I inhaled her wonderful aroma that immediately captured me and left me intoxicated with her lust. I felt her body shake after licking small little circles around her clit. Within seconds she squirmed as she had another orgasm thanks to my tongue.

I was so proud of myself as I tasted her wetness leak out over my tongue. 

"Aaron I need your cock in me!" she as much as screamed before her orgasm could even subside as she pulled on my head.

I stood up and kissed her as I shoved the g-string from my hips and it fell to my feet. Right there where she stood I lifted up her leg and positioned my erect penis at her shiny slick entrance. She wrapped her arms around me as I entered her cunt with one smooth stroke. As she moaned I picked her up off the ground and held her in my arms with most of my cock up inside her. As we kissed ravenously she wrapped her legs around my back and slid down to take the rest of my cock into her waiting, sopping vagina. She was so dripping wet I could feel her hot juices trickle down over my shaved balls. 

I gave Deborah a whole lot of tongue as my hands slid under her ass cheeks to support her body. We kissed ever more passionately as I started to thrust my cock up into her hot love canal. It felt so good around my manhood and I thrust harder and harder as I backed her up against the door again. With more leverage now I thrust even faster burying myself into her as she grunted and groaned with each deep stroke. She wrapped her arms around my neck and fed me her teasing tongue as fast as I fucked her. Damn if I didn't need this woman. I needed to fuck her hard and fast. I needed to make her feel my big hard cock. She needed it as far as I could tell as she kissed me, tongued me and groaned the whole time. In short order, I felt her cunt muscles contract around my cock and after several more thrusts I knew she was cumming again as she breathed hard into my mouth before screaming into it. I continued to fuck her and her hard and deep even as she turned her head and moaned loudly in my ear. 

I was so glad for all those leg squat and lifts I made myself do at the gym as my legs never tired. Both my legs and back were really getting a work out holding her up against her front door, her ass slamming against it as I fucked her hot squeezing pussy. 

"Oh Aaron! You are wonderful and your cock feels great," she said as her tits bounced up and down against my chest and I thrust still harder into her elevated body, her pussy gripping and releasing me as I slid in and out. 

I was so ready to cum!

Until I heard... 

"Aaron, please, put me down, please," she called out between her breathy moans.

I leaned back and looked into her eyes. What was she asking? I couldn't stop, I was so close! But the look in her eyes made me stop for some reason. I took two steps back, lifted her off my cock and put her down. Immediately the cooler air engulfed my cock as it stood at full attention. She never took her eyes off mine as she shimmied the rest of the way out of that black dress. As it pooled at her feet she quickly knelt and without another word grabbed my hard-on in one small hand and took me right in her warm mouth. As strongly as I stood up holding her on my powerful legs I nearly buckled at the knees when she practically swallowed me whole down her throat. Once I took a breath and temporarily recovered I watched her head bob up and down on my cock. As I enjoyed still another fantastic blowjob I made the time to take off bow tie then my shirt and undershirt.

Now I was in nothing but my socks. Deborah had nothing left but her heels, stockings and garter belt, but damn was she extra hot in those as she continued to suck away on my cock. 

Then just about as suddenly as she had had me stop fucking her, she stopped sucking on me, wiped her mouth and stood up in front of me. I looked back at her wide-eyed again in that she had left me high and dry one more time.

"I know, I know, you need it bad, but I have a special treat for you," she said as she fondled my very swollen, heavy balls before giving them a firm squeeze and turning on her heels and walking by me. She made her way straight to her staircase and proceeded to kneeled down on the second step. She wiggled her bare ass back at me.

"Come on over her stud and get your dick wet some more with my pussy juice and then I want you to put it in my ass," she said with a most sultry voice. 

I know my jaw dropped as I looked first at her lovely face looking back over her shoulder before I glanced down at her ass cheeks and that nice crack in between. I so wanted to fuck that ass. No woman had given her ass of the first date, not even the wild Cassandra. I wasted no further time and grabbed my cock as I walked right up and hunched up behind her. I slid up into her extra wet pussy, gave her a couple of deep strokes then pulled it back out seeing it actually dripping from the tip with my juices and hers mixed.

"Okay, get it in my ass lover," she called to me as she laid her head on an upper step and reached back with both hands to spread her gorgeous ass cheeks. 

That puckered pink hole I swear winked at me as she hunched back a little and I grasped my totally hard cock in my fist. I eased it right up to that tight looking hole and smeared our shared wetness all around it. 

She kept hunching back.

"Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass already!" Deborah yelled.

I didn't need another invitation so I pushed forward and the head of my cock shoved open that tight pucker. I nudged against it again and again, until it eased open more and my tip was swallowed. I held it there as I felt her contract and then loosen more. Another couple determined thrust of my hips and I slipped past that tight ring just inside. She was huffing and puffing at that point with her cheek pressed to the carpeted stair step. Two more thrusts and I was completely inside that tight ass of hers. 

We both moaned this time as I enjoyed the tightness of her hot ass and she seemingly more than enjoyed my girth and length filling her up. 

She took a huge breath and then looked at me over her shoulder again, "Go ahead honey, fuck my ass, fuck it good." 

I started to move my hips back and forth as she met every heated thrust. Her asshole was nice and tight, but so smooth to fuck. It was like her as was made for my cock and a god hard fuck. 

Only I knew I wasn't going to last long. I leaned forward and grabbed her large tits as they swung back and forth against the steps. Her hand was back between her legs playing with her clit. Within a minute or so I felt her anal ring start to contract around my cock. That was all the extra sensation I needed and on the next deep thrust into her exquisite ass I unleash the first large jet of cum. 

"Oh Deborah, I'm cumming!" I probably more grunted than called out. I know I squeezed her tits hard as I kept pounding my cock in and out of her asshole shooting off again and again. I felt her contract back there again and then her back tensed and I knew her next orgasm had begun to take over her body. I thrust still harder and harder feeling the last of my cum spill into her ass and the sweat drip off of my body onto her smooth warm back. Her own body glistened as she humped back into me.

"Oh Aaron, oh yes, oh your cock feels, oh fuck yes, feels so wonderful in my ass," Deborah called out as I stuffed her ass until the end of my orgasm and hers. "Holy shit I haven't cummed that many times in one night in a long while." 




Black Tie Event Pt. 02



My black tie date finally collapsed under me onto the stairs. I gave her one more hearty thrust and felt my cock head slosh into the hot cum I had filled her ass with then I fell over onto her nearly exhausted myself.

She reached back and stroked my face. "You know, I...could get...really used...to this beautiful...cock...of yours," she said in between her heavy gasps for breath. 

I reached out for her face and caressed her moist skin. "And I...could really...get used...to...fucking...your...tight...ass," I replied trying to catch my own breath. 

We must have stayed like that, crumpled over her staircase for a few more minutes until we both caught our respective breaths and my cock deflated and slipped out of her well fucked asshole. I managed to get up on wobbly legs and go into her kitchen and grab a glass of water for us both. When I came back, I helped her sit up on the bottom stair and we shared the cool water as we calmed and held one another. 

"Aaron you are fantastic lover," she said then took a sip. "I'm glad I asked you to come to the gala with me tonight." 

"I'm really glad that you asked me to come, I had a great time." I said to her then turned to kiss her cheek. 

"I hope you took the day off as I suggested, because I don't plan on letting you leave until I can't walk straight," she said to me as she put her hand on the side of my cheek and gave me the most seductive look of the night.

"I will stay until you throw me out or I can't get hard anymore," I told her as I moved in to kiss her on the mouth, that deliciously soft and warm mouth. 

Minutes later, Deborah took my hand and led me upstairs to her bedroom. I finally took off my socks and she took off her heels, stockings and garter belt before we went to the bathroom and climbed in the shower. We took a long hot one before getting out and fucking there in the bathroom and once more on her king sized bed. 

Deborah fell asleep on top of me with my cock still buried inside of her.



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Noel lifted her chin, made her look at him.

No, look at me.

Her breath caught.

She looked at him, seeing the heat and desire in his face, his eyes, felt it in his body as she pulled down the side zipper, which allowed the dress to slip down off of her breasts.

Noel groaned, as he cupped her fullness, his thumbs rubbing her nipples hard. Cassia moaned loudly, her head fell back as she arched into his large, hot hands.

Cassia unzipped his pants, moved back just enough for his throbbing cock to spring free of its bondage. As she stroked his thick hardness, he teased her nipples with his hands and his mouth. Noel groaned every time she moved her hands around his cock.

I need you now. she whispered.

As she lifted up the material so he could find her, he moved the wet, thin material that stood in between them.

As he centered himself under her, she felt the tip of his cock entered her pussy, his thumb teased her clit, Cassia cried out loud as he rammed her hips down hard, his cock filling her in a way she had never experienced. 

Cassia literally cried when he thrust into her, her hands on the roof to steady herself, she shook from head to toe, experiencing a whole body orgasm. Noel took one nipple hold into his mouth as he thrust into her.

Cassia took deep gulps of air into her lungs, she was literally jumping with every stroke to her clit, crying oh my god.. oh my god

He felt her pussy clench his cock as she came over and over again, watched as she flushed different shades of red, reminding her to breath. 

Then he saw he look at him, a kind of look that, made him shiver in lust..she grabbed his long hair, pulled his head back, and while she kissed him she rode him like a Bronco.

Back and forth, round to the side, then quickly back and forth.

She was riding him-Cassia was fucking him!

cassia, he warned her.

hm? she moaned into his mouth.

She clenched her pussy tightly, he groaned.

Fuck Cassia....

She moved faster.

Cassia! Noel yelled this time and he grunted, and groaned and he filled her, thrusting hard and fast.

Shit , shit..shit.. Cassia moaned as she bounced then they both cried out, tendons tightened, mouths open in ecstasy as they exploded together. Skin against skin, flesh slapping flesh, juices flowing rapidly, moans filling the cavity of the Envoy.

They did not move for minutes. Catching their breath, feeling their heart beat against each other, their scent of sex filling the vehicle.

She moved just a smidge, he slipped out of her, groaning. He helped her to zip up the dress, she buttoned his shirt for him. They held each other for a time.

She glanced at the clock . 1:45 a.m. it read.

I have to go. She whispered.

I know.

He made sure she got to her car fine. 

See you today ,Cassia. And kissed her good night or good morning.

Cassia, I warning you now. I will take you from your husband.

Cassia blanched then blushed as she drove away.



more to come



Black Tie Only



Author's Note: Although this story can be read on its own, it directly follows "A View of Fifth Avenue." 

New York City, 1963

Stella swished the champagne in her mouth as she counted the sconces along the paneled walls of the banquet room. How much longer would Charles insist on staying at this thing? She glanced at the clique of expensively dressed women to her right. Their hair had been painstakingly pinned and teased; diamonds glistened around their perfumed necks. She scoffed silently as she took another swig of champagne. She was there for "charity"—they all were—but this business of dressing up to congratulate one another for writing checks to UNICEF felt like such an empty farce. Then again, she was no better than those other women; the price of her Chanel dress had made even Charles quirk an eyebrow. 

"Darling, have you had anything to eat?" Charles plucked her champagne flute from her hand. "Don't want this going to straight to your head."

Stella smiled woodenly. "I had a few stuffed olives. Do we know when dinner is—"

"There's Judith Northcutt. You should go say hello." 

"Do I have to, Charles? She's so hard to talk to." She looked longingly at the champagne glass still in her husband's hand.

"Why? She thinks the world of you." 

"Are you joking? She thinks I'm after her husband. She thinks everyone is after her husband." 

"I am after her husband," Charles said after gulping down the last of her champagne. "Peterson can't land that account before I do." He looked her up and down. "Your dress got creased in the car."

"Sorry."

"Go talk to Judith."

Stella nodded. This was, she realized, the way discussions with Charles would always end. She had grown quite tired of his peremptory grunts and offhand critiques a long time ago, but challenging him was hardly worth the trouble. In the early days of their marriage, she had fought him with icy silence, but he had always countered by simply making more demands on her time and her body. It was as if her angry silenced aroused him. She had learned that it was better to acquiesce quickly. 

With a long sigh, she walked slowly toward Judith Northcutt and her little throng of gossips. The thought of making vacuous conversation with them exhausted her. She already knew how the exchange would go: Judith would give her a backhanded compliment and then prattle on about some expensive trinket her husband had given her. If Walt Northcutt hadn't been a feeble, liver-spotted old man, she might have found Judith's possessiveness almost understandable; instead, it was downright comical. She chuckled as she paced along and scanned the room for a cater waiter bearing food. Or more champagne. 

"Stella."

Her stomach somersaulted at the sound of his even baritone. She scarcely dared turn around. 

"Oliver," she whispered.

His tuxedo was impeccably tailored. Of course it was. She shook her head almost imperceptibly as she tried to reconcile the sight of him with her surroundings. It was the first time they had met outside his Fifth Avenue office—the office where he fucked her at least twice a week.

"Your husband," he nodded toward Charles, who had joined a few other men at the bar, "looks older than I'd expected." 

"I didn't know you'd be here." Her voice sounded tight. But how could she have known? They never discussed such things during their sessions. He was too busy making her come on his desk to inquire after her weekend plans. She looked at him—at the mouth that had slavishly brought her to a long climax just 36 hours before—and felt her pulse jump. 

"My sister is on the planning board." He plucked a champagne glass from a passing waiter's tray without breaking eye contact and handed it to her. 

Stella breathed in his scent—a blend of Chanel Pour Monsieur and freshly pressed Italian wool crepe—and hoped she didn't look as nonplussed as she felt. These were the facts before her: Oliver looked so handsome that she could feel her nipples stiffen through the satin bodice of her dress; her husband was mere steps away. She took a rather unladylike gulp of champagne. 

He was looking at her. "Are you all right?" 

She tittered nervously. "Yes, yes, I'm just—I wasn't expecting to see you here." 

"I thought I might see you here." He was standing almost inappropriately close to her now. "You look beautiful." 

Stella felt a blush warm her cheeks and smiled. Oliver had never given her such a traditionally romantic compliment. She looked up him; his gaze had lighted on her mouth. Her breath caught in her chest. She was sure they looked far too intimate there among the photographers and the gossips. Her eyes darted around, terrified of encountering the shock and censure of Manhattan's elite. 

"I'm going to fuck you tonight." His eyes remained locked on her mouth. 

Stella gripped her champagne glass so tightly she feared it might shatter in her hand. She exhaled a long breath she didn't know she was holding and looked at him. His browline glasses framed his dark eyes; his thick black hair, sleeked with pomade, shone in the golden light of the banquet hall. His jaw tightened. 

"You think I won't?" He moved closer still. 

A photographer's flashbulb crackled behind her. She stepped back sheepishly. "Your sister's here tonight, then?" 

"I'll introduce you." Oliver smiled. "But first you must introduce me to your husband." 

She had just caught the import of his words when she felt Charles's hand at the small of her back. She jumped a little. 

"Oh, Charles!" she squeaked. "Dr. London, may I present my husband Charles?" "Pleased to meet you." Charles extended his hand. It seemed to Stella that he spoke more loudly than necessary.

"Mr. Cassidy, it's a pleasure."

Stella marveled. Oliver was so entirely unflappable. She could feel her legs trembling beneath the exquisite folds of her dress, but he moved and spoke with the hypnotic grace that came so naturally to him. Charles looked like a sweaty blowhard by comparison. 

"Stella speaks highly of you," Charles blustered. 

Oliver smiled courteously; she looked at the floor. "Well, I think highly of Mrs. Cassidy," he said evenly. 

She needed time to think—a few moments to breathe quietly in the ladies' room, to decide whether to spend the evening fleeing Oliver or hunting for a quiet room where he could fuck her properly. 

"Charles, I'm just going to—"

"I understand you're to be congratulated," he bellowed to Oliver. "Is your fiancee here this evening?" 

Stella felt the blood drain from her face. She looked to Oliver, who was smiling serenely at her husband. Her hand was shaking; a wave of nausea made her swallow hard. 

"Please excuse me," she said breathlessly to Charles. 

"What, darling? Darling?"

His voice was laced with irritation, but she didn't even bother to look back. Later she might regret having embarrassed her husband by turning on her heel and practically running through the banquet hall, but at the moment, her only goal was to find the ladies' room or a deserted lobby or any corner where she could sit long enough to figure out how to survive the rest of the evening. She hazarded a look behind her. Her husband was plodding toward her, pulling pettishly on the lapels of his jacket. 

"Charles, it's nothing," she said when he was still a few steps away. 

"Do we need to leave before dinner?" His tone suggested that she should consider her answer carefully. 

"No, no, of course not." She waved her hand in an attempt at nonchalance. "Please go back to your friends. I just need to clear my head a little."

"Too much champagne?" he smirked.

She bit back a scowl and pretended to riffle through her evening bag. "I'm just going to the powder room. Walt Northcutt is coming this way." She patted his hand. "This is your cue."

Charles nodded and turned to shake hands with Walt as if they were the oldest of friends. Stella closed her eyes and sighed, thankful to have dodged Charles. The prospect of a moment of solitude glimmered before her as she moved in what she assumed was the direction of the powder room. She strode purposefully, careful not to look at anyone for fear that she might be stopped again. Her mission—the crispness of her steps, the clicking of her heels on the waxed floors—was strangely comforting. As long as she focused on her escape, she wouldn't have to grapple with the thought of Oliver's engagement. 

Yes, she thought as she left the hum of the banquet room behind her, this was certainly the right way. She smiled as she caught sight of the restroom door—and then audibly groaned. Several socialites, at least two of whom she knew, had congregated just outside the ladies' lounge. She hastily turned to her left. It hardly mattered where she ended up; she just needed one damned moment to herself.

She entered a dim hallway of doors. It was certainly the quietest place she'd found, she mused as she looked around at what she assumed were storage closets. She pulled her compact from her evening bag and squinted at her reflection. God, she still looked so pale. The shock of Oliver's news had left her so sick and hollow. No, it was more than that: she felt bereft. He belonged to someone else and apparently had for some time. Her reflection blurred as she watched hot tears collect in her eyes. She closed her compact and buried her face in her hands. 

The tears felt good. Crying had always been quite cathartic for her, but this time, it felt like she was finally catching her breath. Each muffled sob was a bracing gasp of fresh air; each little shudder seemed to invigorate her a little. Just a few more minutes of this and she'd be able to continue this godawful evening. 

"Stella." He was holding a silk handkerchief.

"I'm fine." She turned away from him and wiped her eyes gingerly so as not to wreck her makeup further. "I'm fine," she repeated. 

"You're not." 

She dabbed away the last of her tears and looked at him. His face betrayed nothing. She had always found his self-possession seductive, but now it offended her. She was in pieces, and he remained insultingly aloof. 

"Go," she snapped.

"I don't like your husband," he said, reaching for her hand. She mechanically pulled away, but his grip was like iron. He pressed his handkerchief into her palm. 

"Oh, don't you, Oliver?" She crushed his handkerchief between her fingers until her knuckles turned white. "I'm sure I'll quite adore your fiancee." 

"Stop talking." He moved closer.

"Stop talking?" She took a step back. "You make no mention of your engagement, which seems like—"

"Close your mouth, Stella." He opened the nearest door and pulled her to him. 

"Let go of me," she hissed. 

"In here," he said flatly, only gripping her arm harder. He found the light switch and closed the door behind them. Stella looked around at the stacks of banquet chairs and the nearly empty wine rack. 

"Take off your dress." 

It was hardly the first time Oliver had ordered her to strip, but it was the first time she had felt like defying him. She frantically turned the doorknob and immediately felt his breath on the back of her neck. He slammed the door shut again and spun her to face him. 

"Take off your dress," he said through gritted teeth. "I'm done saying things twice." He planted his hands on either side of her, caging her in against the door. 

"Go to hell, Oliver."

He kissed her hard. She hated herself for opening her mouth almost instantly, hated her body for igniting at the intrusion of his tongue. He groaned as he tasted her mouth. Her breasts strained against her satin bodice, ready for his hands and lips. 

He broke off the kiss with a ragged sigh. 

"The zipper," she whispered, entranced by the virility of his body as he pinned her to the door, "the zipper is at the side." 

He ignored the zipper and pulled the bodice down roughly so that the boning along the princess seams propped her full breasts up. Her nipples hardened to flushed little peaks as she watched his eyes go smoky with lust. 

"Jesus, Stella." His eyes flickered back and forth to her breasts. "I've barely touched you and you're dying for me to fuck you."

The wave of anger actually made her vision haze over for a second. Her hand twitched to slap his face. He had broken her heart and chased her down and shoved her into a supply closet and made her body hum with desire for him, and now he was reveling in her easy capitulation. She chuckled scornfully at him. 

"Too bad Charles beat you to it this afternoon." 

She was lying through her teeth, but she smiled smugly as she watched his nostrils flare. Her smile vanished as his hand closed over her throat, knocking her head lightly against the door. She could feel her pulse pound against his fingers. Her body was ever the traitor; she wanted to resent him, but the sensation of powerlessness made her pussy ache for him. 

"I don't want another word," he growled, his mouth at her ear, "about your fucking husband." He released her throat and impatiently filled his hands with her breasts. Stella threw her head back and moaned as he lightly tugged at her already taut nipples. She arched her back, thrusting her breasts into his face, silently begging for his mouth. "These are mine," he said hoarsely before sucking one nipple between his teeth. 

"They're yours," she breathed. His tongue flicked nimbly across her nipple, and she felt her pussy clench in response. She wanted desperately to reach under her dress and touch herself, but she knew Oliver would chastise her by leaving her wet and desperate in the storage room. Her pussy was for his hands alone. 

He kissed his way to her other nipple and teased it until she began squirming and whimpering. Her dress rustled and swished as her body undulated under his. He gripped her hips firmly and held her still as he continued to suck and nibble. 

"Oliver!" she cried. 

He released her nipple at last. She looked beseechingly at him. 

"On your knees," he said, rubbing his thumb back and forth across her lips. "Take the dress off first."

Stella's stomach fluttered as she fumbled with the zipper along the side of her dress. She watched enthralled as Oliver unfastened his pants and freed his erection from his silk shorts. He grabbed her just as she stumbled while stepping out of her dress. 

"Here," he said as he took off his jacket, "kneel on this." He folded it up and placed it on the floor before him. Stella knelt obediently and looked up at him. He swiped a drop of pre-cum from the tip of his cock and smeared it around her lips. "Take me in your mouth." 

Stella moaned the instant her lips encircled his shaft. She swirled her tongue around the purple head until she heard his breath get ragged; then she took him in more deeply. 

"Fuck, Stella," he grunted as her lips slid up and down with tantalizing slowness, "your mouth was made to suck my cock."

She moaned again in response and worked her tongue along the underside of his shaft as she sucked. The truth was that she dearly loved taking him in her mouth; his reactions were so gratifying and arousing at the same time. Charles had never once asked her to put her mouth on him. The one time she had attempted it on their honeymoon, he had pushed her away in apparent revulsion. Wives didn't do things like that, he said. 

But here she was, she thought as she began to suck more determinedly, and Oliver made her desire to pleasure him seem quite natural. The memory of his words sent a fresh jolt of arousal between her thighs: yes, her mouth was meant to be filled with his cock. 

He groaned thickly and tangled his fingers in the back of her hair. Stella whimpered around him as he began to fuck her mouth in earnest. 

"Your mouth is mine," he spat. "Say it." He abruptly pulled his cock away from her. She looked at it, still hard and glistening with her saliva, and impulsively grabbed it to resume sucking. He laughed shakily as he pulled free of her grasp. "Say it, Stella."

She kept her gaze locked on his as she wiped her lips dry with the back of her hand. "My mouth is yours," she said silkily.

"You want me to fuck you," he said as his fingers wandered down to stroke his erection absentmindedly. 

"Yes, I do." She licked her lips. "Please fuck me, Oliver." 

She watched in bewilderment as he pulled a banquet chair down from a short stack along the wall. He sat with his accustomed grace and looked dispassionately down at her. "Over my knee." 

"What?"

He set his mouth in a firm line and patted his lap emphatically. "Take your panties off first."

Stella stood unsteadily and slid her short slip and panties over her hips. Oliver's eyes remained fixed on her face. The instant she had closed the distance between them, he wrenched her over his lap so hard that she yelped in surprise. She clutched the chair legs for dear life and focused on the dusty floor. Oliver's erection prodded at her belly; he gripped her shoulder with one hand. He had threatened at least twice before to take her over his knee. Now that it was actually happening, Stella felt a heady mix of dread, exhilaration, and arousal. 

The first smack stunned her; then she felt a hot sting across her ass.

"You do not run off like a petulant child. Is that understood?" He landed another smack. 

"Yes," she whispered.

"Speak up!" He punctuated the order with another swat. 

"Yes!" 

She felt his fingers suddenly dip down between her legs. She spread her thighs eagerly for him. The pleasure of his fingers' intrusion was so keen that she held her breath to savor it. The wet slurp of his fingers moving in and out was the only sound in the room. 

"You do not make me chase you around the party. Is that understood?" He withdrew his fingers so fast that she gasped. Then he smacked her ass a fourth time. 

"Yes!" she squeaked. 

"You do not have physical contact with your husband when I am in the room. Is that understood?"

"What? I didn't touch—"

He spanked her three times. She was going to feel a bit tender in the morning. 

"He put his hand on your back." His voice briefly quavered with suppressed anger. 

Stella searched her memory. It was true: Charles had touched the small of her back when he walked over to meet Oliver. Still, she hadn't touched her husband, had she?

"But that wasn't my—"

"Damn it, Stella!" 

She braced herself for another round of spanking but instead felt his fingers slide into the wet heat of her pussy. He began finger-fucking her vigorously. She squirmed in his lap and moaned throatily. 

"You touched his fucking hand." 

His fingers continued their assault. "I'm—oh!—I'm sorry! God!"

"I never want to see him touch you again." His other hand squeezed her shoulder harder.

"Yes," she sighed. "I promise, Oliver, I...." The rest of her answer devolved into half-words scattered with moans. 

"Are you going to come?"

She struggled to formulate a response. Her pussy was just beginning to convulse around his fingers. 

"Answer me!" he barked. 

"Yes, baby! Let me come for you." She squirmed feverishly, grinding her pussy against his leg. 

She nearly burst into tears when he slid his fingers out of her. She continued moving involuntarily against him, her body desperate for release. 

"Up," he said coolly, peeling her hands off the chair legs. "Come on. Up, up, up." He brought his legs together and held her by the hips as her knees touched down on the chilly concrete. 

"Oliver, please." Her chin had begun to quiver. 

"Get up, Stella." He enunciated as if he were reprimanding a child. "Sit on my cock." 

She laughed breathlessly out of sheer relief and attempted to straddle him. The spanking and the fingering had left her legs wobbly. He caught her wrists in his hands and guided her until she was sitting astride him. 

He was handsome even in the wan light of the storage room. His lips were parted, his pupils dilated with lust. She arched her back as she felt his hands squeeze her hips possessively. 




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"Put my cock inside you." 

She held his muscled shoulders for balance as she shakily rose and positioned his cock. Then she lowered herself until she was so full of him that she nearly wept in gratitude. Her legs were fatigued, but that was hardly going to stop her from taking him deeper and deeper until she settled on an animal rhythm that only a climax could complete. She watched his eyes go bleary with pleasure as she deliberately tightened around his length.

"Your pussy," he said with his jaw clenched, "is mine." He wrapped his hand around her throat—more gingerly this time. "Say it." 

She looked wantonly at him through half-lowered eyelids. "My pussy is yours." 

He let go of her neck and slouched forward so that he could set the rhythm. Stella clung to his shoulders as if she were drowning and moaned as his cock drove into her again and again. His long fingers kneaded her hips so roughly she suspected she'd find light bruises in the morning. 

She couldn't live without this pleasure, she told herself as she ground her body against his. If this affair withered away, it wouldn't be her doing. She would relish every moment, seize every opportunity to be with him. His engagement didn't matter. Nothing mattered except the wild happiness she felt every time he possessed her in every way that Charles never would. 

She arched her back and smiled as Oliver watched her breasts bounce just inches from his face. She wondered how long it would take him to seize a nipple in his mouth. The answer, as it turned out, was fewer than fifteen seconds. Stella gasped as he fastened his mouth to her breast and lathed her nipple with his tongue in time to his thrusts. She clawed at his shoulders through the pristine cotton of his dress shirt. 

He looked drunk with pleasure as he released her nipple with a final lick. "Stella," he said gruffly, "hold on."

"What?"

Before she could decide what "hold on" meant, he had stood up from the chair and begun to carry her. His hands cupped her ass securely; she held tightly to his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist. He was going to fuck her against the door. 

She squealed as she felt the cool wood of the door at her back. Oliver had managed to carry her without slipping out. He began fucking her hard almost immediately. Stella clung to him like ivy to a wall. "Oliver," she whimpered.

"Louder."

"Oliver!" she cried. 

He kissed her forcefully. Stella felt the pleasure between her thighs sharpen to a spring-loaded bundle of nerves that Oliver's body would set off in a matter of seconds. God, his body was miraculous. She devoured his lips and cried out into his mouth as her orgasm radiated through her. The feel of his tongue against hers only prolonged the pleasure. 

He continued to kiss her until her body stopped shuddering. Then he buried his face in her neck and grunted with nearly every thrust until his own orgasm washed over him. Stella felt his grip on her loosen as he groaned out his pleasure, but she didn't fear being dropped. 

Between ragged breaths, Oliver braced her legs and gently brought her feet back down to the floor. Stella immediately felt some of his warm cum dribble down the inside of her thighs. They both watched a bead of it land on the concrete floor.

"Jesus," he panted, "that makes me want to fuck you again." 

She laughed wearily. "We have to get back."

For the next few minutes, they both remained silent; Oliver fastened his pants and shook the dust from the jacket she had knelt upon, while Stella stepped into her dress and examined it for any obvious stains. She would have to pray that the powder room was empty so that she could repair her hair and reapply lipstick. 

"I'm not engaged," he said abruptly as she was zipping her dress. 

Stella froze.

"Not since September." He shrugged on his jacket. She exhaled through pursed lips and felt a flood of relief warm her chest. Oliver hadn't been fucking another woman behind her back—at least not recently. And the engagement had happened to end the same month he had first fucked her on the couch in his office. She dearly hoped it wasn't a coincidence. 

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't think it relevant." His crystalline composure had returned. "And I didn't feel it would affect your marriage either way." 

Stella colored and looked away. "I'm sorry," she murmured, "about tonight. I'm sorry that I—"

"We need to get back," he said, smoothing his hair back with his elegant fingers. "You need the powder room."

She laughed self-deprecatingly and nodded.

"I'll go ahead and let you know whether it's safe." 

It was as if he'd read her mind. "Thank you." She approached him tentatively. "Oliver," she whispered, lifting her face to his. He kissed her until her lips began to move more heatedly against his. 

"Really, we have to go," he said firmly. "I'll see you Monday afternoon." And then he was gone.

As she waited for him to signal to her whether the powder room was clear, Stella felt a cold stab of dread in her stomach. She dreaded returning to Charles in the banquet hall, dreaded sensing Oliver's surveillance for the rest of the evening, dreaded facing his indignation on Monday. And yet she couldn't see past him. He consumed every bit of her energy—mental, sexual, and emotional—and if his almost brutal possessiveness meant anything, perhaps it was that she had begun to consume him, too. The thought that their affair might eventually consume itself away was too terrible to contemplate. She brushed the thought aside and took inventory of the hairpins in her evening bag. Before she could do anything, she had to fix her sex-ravaged hair. She took a deep breath and peered out into the hallway.



Black Time Traveller-Vikings



This is purely fiction and intended as entertainment. If you are offended by description of interracial sex in a fantasy setting, forced impregnations and such, read no further.

the author can be contacted via the CONTACT tab on his profile.

Vikings

I

-What do you think, have you ever seen such a strange man before?

Disa pushed some blonde strands of hair away from her blue eyes as she looked at her sister Ylva where they stood at the well. They were both clad in ankle length shift. Over their shifts they wore a shorter length woolen skirt-aprons suspended by shoulder straps, with the neck closed by brooches, Disas depicting the Midgårds snake biting its own tail. Ylvas broche was an intricately ornate with a pattern of serpents; it had been her grandmothers and had been given to her on the old woman's death some years ago. 

Ylva filled the wooden buckets with clear and fresh water that would be carried to the sauna where a fire was already burning and heating the stones making it hot and sweltering. But she needed more water for the large wooden bathtub that was outside the sauna. 

The older girl shook her head, like her one year younger sister Disa. She too was blonde and tall for her eighteen years. Both girls resembled their mother Embla, wife of Horsa the red, and they both shared thick honey colored blonde hair and dark blue eyes, they had both slim figures and full breasts that made men and boys look at them. But Horsa hand a fierce reputation so few where those who had actually made any advances.

-Never before, his skin is so dark, like that of...of... she fought for words but didn't find any suitable ones to describe him.

Again the girl's mind drifted to the tall dark stranger and Disa felt as if her eyes were locked upon his muscled body when she first had laid eyes on him. His arms and legs were thick with muscles. But it was his skin color that made her star. 

He was so dark, black! 

She, or anyone else for that matter, had seen anything like that before! Not even Hjorulv who had sailed to the west as far as Ireland for plunder had seen anything like that. But old folks had told tales about people in the great city of Miklagård, where the emperor resided and where many vikings served as his bodyguard, that there was people that had pitch black skin. 

Perhaps the tall black stranger where from Miklagård? Or was he from some other strange and far away land?

He had come to the village in the company of Erik from Utgård, a farm that lay near the forest.

Erik had wowed himself for the dark stranger and told both Horsa and the other men in the village that the dark tall stranger was an honorable man and passing through. He was now a guest of Erik and that no harm would befall him so long as he stayed as a guest of Erik.

Whatever hade made Erik to make this commitment to someone that was so clearly of neither kin nor blood was a matter of debate. But Ylva had heard her father say that Erik was a man that had a thirst for gold or fine wares so perhaps that was the answer, the dark man had paid for Erik's friendship so he could stay under Erik's protection?

The stranger spoke their tongue too, perhaps not good, but still he spoke it and that made matters only more puzzling. His name was equally puzzling and strange, and very hard to pronounce. Jamal Deshaun. It sounded like he came from the western islands of Ireland or England but again, his dark color made that impossible.

Neither Disa or Ylva knew, but both girls where intrigued by the stranger. There was something that was strange with him, not only his dark skin, but something else, something that neither girl could put their fingers on. But whatever it was, it made them both curious.

Ylva lifted the buckets and made her way to the sauna.

Perhaps the mystery of the dark man would be explained when her father and her brothers returned from the Ting? The menfolk where gathered there at the Ting to resolve disputes peacefully without taking to edged weapons and cause costly blood feuds. It was better to discuss matters that concerned the village and to resolve them in peace among wise men, although sometimes feuds would spark up as fast as fires, counseling and discussions at Ting or not. But have to wait for almost five days before their return seemed too long. 

Ylva wanted to know who the man was and where he came from.

Erik, she knew was a man that it could be foolish to trust, or so her father had said, but neither she nor her sister or mother had never had any reason to distrust Erik.

Ylva pushed the sauna door open and a wave of hot, steamy hair blasted out and the girl raised one bucket to pour on the hot stones in order to make it even hotter. The door swung open and before she could draw it close, she saw him and the tall, willowy girl froze.

The stranger!

Jamal!

He was sitting on one of the benches in the sauna, his dark muscled body glistening like he was oiled in. Rippling muscles that ran like thick ropes underneath his black skin and... and...

Ylva starred between his legs.

The light spilling inside the windowless sauna gave enough light for her to see.

By the Gods...!

His manhood was as dark as the rest of his body, but... but... it was huge!

She stared at it, an immense black trunk, veined and dark and heavy black balls. But it was immense all the same. It looked like that thing belonged between the hindquarters of a horse, not on a human!

Ylva felt how she blushed as she realized that her mouth was open and that she was staring at his cock.

She raised her eyes and looked into the black strangers face. He was smiling at her, a knowingly smile that made her face burn even redder and she knew she ought to dump the water on the hot stones and be gone. But she couldn't leave.

-First time you see one? He teased. He spoke her tongue but his accent was foreign and strange as if he had difficulty of forming the right words. But that didn't matter. His words hit their mark.

Ylva straightened up and put down the bucket with water.

-Not the first time, she said and forced herself to hold his eyes, trying not to flinch away from his stare.

She was determined not to act as a little girl, she would show this stranger that she was a grown woman! A daughter of the north, a pure and unsullied Viking girl!

-I'm sure you have, but this big...? He looked at her, he smiled teasingly and she felt a sudden wave of anger.

What did he think? That she didn't know how a man was built? She had seen her father and brothers naked many times, even heard her father and mother have sex in their bed. She had even spied on her brother Björn as he bedded the serf girl Åsa. Before Ylvas eyes the memories flashed by. She couldn't stop the images from filling her head and she swallowed as she remembered her brothers cock thrusting in and out the passive and gasping Åsa. She thought that her brother's cock looked immense, a massive pole of flesh that any woman no matter how experienced would be split in half. But her brother's cock was a mere worm compared to this black dragon before her!

Ylva became aware that his manhood was thickening, stiffening and slowly rising like a third arm. She could see the black skin tightening, the veins stood out and she could see that his foreskin was cut away, leaving the purple head bare and gleaming. She could see the tiny slit at the top and a clear drop of fluid that leaked out of it.

The nineteen year old Viking girl felt her pulse pound hard and her mouth go dry.

The black cock was gigantic! Underneath the black pole she could see his heavy balls and knew that they were filled with sperm and if she weren't careful, all that sperm could end up in her and make her with child, a black child!

There would be no denying as who the father might be!

But she couldn't move.

It was like a strange force had seized her body and frozen her in place. The black man made her knees go weak and something primitive had awoken in her body and Ylva knew she was quickly losing the battle she knew that she ought to fight.

Suddenly he stood before her, towering a full head above her and she could feel the heat and raw power from his strong, black body.

-I... I..., she Nordic girl stammered and tried to draw back, but the stranger caught her in a strong grip.

-Don't fight it, he said in his deep voice and Ylva knew she should resist, but she couldn't.

His lips met hers and the blonde girl moaned weakly in surrender as he pushes his tongue into her mouth.

This is witchcraft! Her mind managed to say as the black stranger slid of her shift. My father will kill me if he finds out...kill the black stranger too...!

But in some strange way, that didn't seem to matter anymore.

Her bare full breasts swayed as the garment fell away.

His hands undid her belt and started to slide down her skirt.

I mustn't do this...

The brown piece of garment fell down in a heap around her ankles and bare feet.

By Odin...I must fight him...

His hands cupped her ass and squeezed the firm flesh and he kissed her again. Ylva stood on her toes to reach his lips and she gasped as he touched her young and firm body. Every thought of resisting him was now long gone and the girl gasped as she felt his manhood press against her flat belly. His black cock felt huge! Enormous and the blonde Viking girl shudder involuntarily as she wondered how that thing would fit into her, into any woman!

She would be split in two!

The naked blonde trembled for a second as her hand sneaked around the massive shaft. Her fingers dint even reach all the way around it!

She broke their kiss and looked down on her white hand that held the swollen and hard black cock.

She jerked her hand up and down, marveling as well as fearing its size and thickness.

Suddenly he grabbed hold of her, lifting her up as if she was a small child and she yelped in surprise as he lay her down on the smooth and warm floorboards. Here it was cooler but she scarcely noticed. The black towering man knelt as he spread her long white legs apart, she could feel the air rush in at her exposed pussy and before she understood what was happening the black man, Jamal, had his head between her legs.

-W... what are you...? She stammered and the next instance she felt his tongue and lips at her moist sex.

-By the Gods...! She gasped in shocked surprise. For an instant she tried to get away from him, but he held her down in an iron grip as his tongue found all her sensitive spots. Ylva gasped as he licked and kisses her. Never has she heard that a man could use his mouth on a girl or woman! Never! 

-Don't...! she managed not really meaning it. She gasped out again and moaned as his tongue made her body feel as if her muscles where made of warm oozing honey. She gasped again and felt how her hips moved beneath his mouth. One of his strong hands were holding her hips, the other glided over her flat, taught belly, and up to her gently swelling breasts, finding one hard nipple. He pinched it lightly, earning another gasp of raw pleasure from the aroused white girl lying naked on the floor.

Ylvas head was spinning and she was gasping and moaning as the black man, Jamal, was kissing and licking her hot, wet flesh. Never had she experienced anything like this!

Her hands went down to his shortly cropped hair, and held and caressed his head while he licked her. By the gods! She thought as his tongue seemed to know its way to the outmost pleasures.

Suddenly he stopped.

Ylva lifted her head from the wooden floor and looked at him with glazed eyes. She instinctively knew what was to come next and a small flash of fear went through her body.

-B... be gentle..., she stammered as Jamal took hold of her shaking legs and spread them. He came on top of her, grasping his immense black cock and aiming it at her defenseless blonde pussy.

-By t...the G... Gods..., she stammered again in fear as he almost bent her legs double, his cock pressing directly against her swollen pussy lips as a battering ram and Ylva knew now all too well that she had no defenses left. Her surrender would be complete and she would be conquered by this black stranger.

-Aah...!

Ylva cried out as Jamals swollen black cock forced its way into her tight, narrow pussy. She could see his face, a mask of raw animalistic lust and his eyes gleamed with triumph as his massive black shaft slowly forced its way into her pure and unsullied Viking pussy.

She screamed again and her hips bucked in a vain and instinctive attempt to evade the plunging aggressor, but it made it easier for the black man to slip into her tightly restricting pussy. With a grunt he drove into her, his massive black cock filling her soft, hot pussy and the Nordic girl screamed out again has he filled her narrow pussy with hard, black cock.

For an instant they were both still. Ylva could feel his throbbing cock fill her almost to the bursting point and she gasped out in pleasure filled pain as she realized she had taken all of him inside her. She looked up at him through eyes misty with tears. He was like a black God and she slid her hands over his massive arms, thick and hard with muscles that moved under his pitch black skin.

-By O... Odin..., she gasped as he drew his massive cock almost halfway out before thrusting it back in. Then she dint say anything more as Jamal started to fuck her with his black cock.

Were where she? 

Disa felt irritation bordering on anger. Her big sister had been gone for all to long now. Had she forgotten that there where many buckets of water that needed to be carried to the bathtub? Of course not, not Ylva. Disa had no wish to do Ylvas chores, she had enough of her own, especially now when the menfolk were away.

The eighteen year old girl frowned. Better go and see what was keeping her.

The tall blonde girl moves silently on her bare feet towards the sauna. She could see the wooden hut come into view and again she frowned. The door stood open, letting all the heat out and... and...

She froze when she realized what she saw... and heard.

For an instant the blonde girl just stood there and gaped, her mind not fully comprehending what her blue eyes saw.

It was the black stranger, Jamal, and he was on top of a naked female...Ylva!

Disa stood frozen and felt her mouth go dry. Her eyes saw the black cock that was slowly going in and out of her sister's pussy that was stretched out like a pink round circle around that enormous black shaft. She could see his cock shining with her sisters juices and she could hear Ylvas moans and gasps as she was being fucked. Disa could see how Ylvas hips moved and danced under the black man as he fucked her.

Ylvas long, slim legs were wrapped around Jamals black waist, her wrinkled bare soles were shaded from walking barefoot on the grass and her toes curled tightly as the big cock thrust in and out of her pussy.

-By the Gods..., Disa gasped and felt a sudden excitement run through her body.

She had never expected this!

But here it was, her sister being... fucked by the black stranger!

Disa could hear her sisters almost desperate moans. Her hands gripped the black muscled body tightly as the massive black shaft drove in and out of her stretched pink pussy. Disa could see the big black balls slap against her sisters humbly upturned ass as his thick veiny shaft fucked in and out of the tight pussy. Disa heard her sister cry out, her fingers digging into the black flesh and her hips move and gyrate as she climaxed.

Whatever she felt, it must be more than her mother did when she and father shared the same bed. Disa had, as Ylva, heard her mother moan and gasp when father fucked her, but it was nothing like this!

Disa watch fascinated as the big black cock seemed to twitch and jerk and the blonde girl suddenly know that her sister was being filled with the black mans seed.

He grunted and drove is spurting cock almost all the way into the moaning blonde Viking girl as she lay pinned down on the wooden floor.

His cock unloading jet after jet of potent, sticky sperm deep into her unprotected Nordic pussy. Millions and millions of sperm was now racing out in thick jets of semen into Ylvas waiting womb. There the aggressive African sperm would start its hunt for the waiting and defenseless white egg and soon they would find it and start their assault on it., penetrate it and impregnate the white Viking girl.

Ylva had no thought of what was happening, she was still in the afterglow of her life's first real orgasm. She felt the large cock still hard as he slowly drew himself out with a wet noise from her cum filled pussy. Her swollen pussy, open and pink was filled with cum and it oozed out of her. The cock was now semi hard, coated with a film of her juices and streaked with cum, some strands were hanging from the head of the cock and Ylvas freshly fucked pussy.

Disa watched her sisters as the black man drew his immense and long cock out of her.

How could she take all that? The girl wondered. And not only take it but like it as well?

She felt an itching, burning feeling between her legs and she became aware of how stiff her nipples were. But not only that. She was wet too.

She could hear her older sister Ylva moan and saw how she sat up, her blonde hair tussled and her face flushed.

Suddenly Disa saw the black man, Jamal, he was looking at her. He made no effort to cover up and again her eyes fell upon his massive cock. It wasn't hard yet but she could see it slowly stiffening as he watched her. The young girl blushed and finally turned and ran.

II

-By the Gods...

Disa lay still on the bed she shared with Ylva and listen. The sounds coming from their mothers and fathers bed were unmistakable. The soft sounds of flesh on flesh, the moans and gasps from her mother Embla, all told the tale to well that their mother was being fucked but it was not their father, it was Jamal, the black stranger!

Disa felt again the aching hunger in her young firm body as she lay there listening to the sounds. At first she had heard soft footsteps as the dark man moved towards her mother's bed that stood between the sturdy beams of the longhouse that they all shared. Then she had heard her mother's weak and insincere protests as the black man slipped beside her in the bed, casting aside the fur covers. Then more low protests as if her mother were afraid that someone would interrupt them, and then Disa had heard gasp and heavy breathing and soon saw Emblas white woolen shift she used as a nightgown being cast on the wooden floorboards.

"She is naked!" Disa remembered thinking, then she heard the sound of kissing, her mother's whispering voice that the black man must promise to pull out, not to put his seed in her belly since she was fertile now during this part of the moon turn.

The black man has answered something Disa couldn't hear and then... they started fucking!

Embla was gasping and moaning, calling on the Gods in a whispering, hoarse voice as the thick, black shaft filled her hot, wet pussy. The black man was on top of her, his strong black body against her soft and white, her legs spread wide apart to give him full access to her submissively offered pussy. Never had her husband fucked her for so long or giving her this much pleasure! Never!

Again the black man drove his huge cock deep inside Emblas hot pussy, making the mature woman gasp out again in raw, animalistic pleasure. Her full breasts moved and jiggled as he drove himself in and out of her, making her moan and gasp, her legs sliding up and around his hips and she locked her ankles together as he fucked her. She knew that her daughters both saw and heard her by now, but Embla was beyond caring. Her thick blonde hair was spilling out in a golden halo around her head on the feather cushion and she bucked up with her hips against his massive black shaft.