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Ticket

By: Ashson



I was on the train, going home. It was the off-peak period and there weren't many people in the carriage. Apart from me there were probably half a dozen other people, all men and, as far as I was concerned, all losers. They'd all tried it on with me at various times and I'd just slapped them down. Who wants to get involved with a loser?

Train travel irritates me. I just don't like travelling on them. Such common people ride them. Fortunately this one was an express, one more stop and then straight through to nearly the end of the line. Mind you, why they run expresses during off-peak periods is beyond me. It's not as though they're trying to move lots of people real fast.

The train stopped at the next station and one person got on. The train started off again and I cheered mentally. A straight run through to my station. The man who had just got on turned around and I could see he was wearing a badge. Oh, great. A ticket inspector. There's another loser for you. The only work you can get is making sure other losers have bought their ticket. I wondered if he'd catch one of the other men. They seemed the sort to evade train fares.

He passed amongst the men, all of whom produced their tickets before he even asked. Pity. It would have alleviated the tedium seeing one of them get booked. Finished with them he turned and headed towards me. I just sat back, waiting.

"Ticket, please, Miss," he said politely, tapping his inspector badge. 

I'm not dense. I could see it. I gave a put-upon sigh and fished my purse out of my bag, intending to get my ticket. I was in no hurry. It wasn't as though the man had anything else to do. That's when a little problem cropped up.

Somehow or other my purse had come undone. When I grabbed it everything just cascaded out of my purse and into my bag and my bag was full of junk. What should have been a simple extraction had suddenly turned into a major scrabble through my bag, looking for the ticket.

I couldn't find it, could I? I was fishing around searching and I could tell he was getting impatient. 

"I'm sorry," I apologised, "but I just can't seem to find it. I do have one though."

"Yes, Miss, but unless I see it I'll have to give you an infringement notice. It's regulation."

"But I have a ticket," I pointed out. "It's just that the things in my purse got mixed up with the things in my bag. I'm looking."

"Yes, Miss," he said, in a tone that hinted that he'd heard it all before.

The man then had the gall to bring out his book of infringement notices and started to write one up.

"Name, Miss," he asked, and I jacked up.

"There's no need to fill out one of your stupid forms," I snapped. "I have a ticket. Just be patient while I find it."

"Yeah, go easy mate. Give her a chance." The call came from one of the losers watching us.

"Hey, instead of fining her, why don't you fuck her?" another called out. "That'll teach her to travel without a ticket."

I gave the onlookers a filthy look. As though I'd permit any such thing. 

"I'll find the ticket," I snapped. "I obviously had it when I boarded. You can't even get through the gates of most stations without a ticket."

"Yes, Miss. Name, please."

"Oh, don't be such a little dictator," I snapped. "Give some people a little authority and they become little Hitlers. I said I'll find it."

"Wrong colour, Miss," came the cool reply. "I actually become a little Idi Amin. You do know there are additional penalties if you don't supply your name and address?" 

"Well, fuck you, Idi Amin," I snapped really incensed now. I mean, I had a blasted ticket. "I'm not accepting a fine when I have a valid ticket."

"Yes, Miss. If you find your ticket before you get out you can show it to the station master along with the infringement notice and he may cancel it. And there's no need to be rude."

My irritated, "What do you mean, he may cancel it?" came at the same time as the peanut gallery spoke up again.

"Hey, Idi," a voice called. "She just offered to fuck you."

"That's right," another one said. "We all heard her. Come on, give her one."

"The infringement notice will be for not showing an Inspector a valid ticket when asked. Producing a ticket later doesn't mean you had it on the train. You might have purchased it later."

"In that case, you fucking moron," I seethed, "you can just stand there until I find it. There's plenty of time before the train reaches the next station and it's not as though you have any real work to do."

There were a few cat calls and unwanted comments from the unwashed further down the carriage, but I ignored them. Unfortunately, one of the comments seemed to strike a chord with the Inspector.

"Hey, mate. If you're reluctant to fuck her, spank her instead. She's being obnoxious, arrogant, rude and racist. A nice little spanking would help her to mind her manners. Then she'll be a lot more cooperative about giving you her details for the fine."

"Fuck off," I snapped at the losers. "In case you forget, carriages have cameras. This loser isn't going to risk his job by man-handling a customer."

"In case you didn't notice, princess," came the quick reply. "This is an older carriage. No cameras. And you're not a customer. You're a deadbeat without a ticket."

I cast a surreptitious glance upwards and found he was right. No cameras. I just shrugged. It didn't really matter. I glared at the Inspector.

"You can just fucking stand there while I search," I snapped. "Lay a single finger on me and I'll have you arrested."

"Really, Miss?" asked the Inspector, and he was sounding quite narked. "I suspect that the witnesses will say I never laid a single finger on you. Now can I have your name, please?"

"Certainly," I said, smiling sweetly. "Just as soon as I've finished searching my bag. Meanwhile, sit."

"I am not a dog to be ordered to sit," the Inspector stated coldly, so I was quite surprised when he did sit down, but annoyed that he chose to sit right next to me.

"There's no need to sit right next to me," I snapped. "It's not as though I'm going anywhere."

"Apart from across my knee, you rude little bitch," he snapped and just like that he grabbed my arm and jerked me over his knee.

I squealed and the losers all started laughing, the laughter getting louder when he flipped my skirt up, exposing my bottom. You can be damned sure I squealed even louder when his hand came down hard on my bottom.

He spanked and I squealed and the losers laughed and then one of them added some gratuitous advice. 

"Oi, mate," he called out. "She won't think it a real spanking unless you pull her panties down. She needs to know her bum had been bared."

"No," I protested. "The cheeks of my bottom are already exposed. You don't need to pull them down. And don't you dare strike me again. You can't do this to me."

"The man has a point," the Inspector told me. "You won't really consider it a proper spanking if I leave these on."

The rotten swine was pulling my panties down even as he spoke, just yanking them away from my bottom and pushing them down around my knees. How could he do that, exposing me like that? I squealed with fury when my panties when southward. I followed it up with a squeal of pain as my bottom got another spank.

It didn't get any better. He simply rained spanks down on my poor bottom while I squealed and wriggled, kicking my legs and trying to cover my bottom with my hands and having no effect whatsoever. He just calmly went right on spanking, battering my bottom something fierce.

I was almost ready to thank him when he finally stopped. Without so much as a word he swung me to my feet, standing up at the same time. Then to my shock he pushed me forward so I was bent over the seat and I just knew he was going to resume the spanking. 

"No, no. That's enough. Leave me alone," I was saying and then, I couldn't believe it, I really couldn't, his hands were dragging my pussy lips apart and I felt his cock pressing against me.

I screamed of course. I kept on screaming and protesting and all the time I was doing it this great fat sausage was sliding into me. I guess the spanking must have aroused my pussy to some extent as I seemed wet and ready. Physically, that is. Mentally I just could not believe anyone would do this to me.

All my wailing and screaming didn't help. His cock just settled inside me with no problems at all. I finally shut up when I felt his groin pressing against me and I knew he was all the way inside me, and there was a lot of him in there, I can assure you.

I flicked a glance down at the losers and they were all watching, lascivious expressions on their faces. While they wouldn't have the nerve to do this themselves they were enjoying watching the Inspector take me.

The Inspector paused once he was fully inside. He seemed to wriggle about slightly, rubbing his groin against me, apparently satisfying himself that everything was in working order and that I was handling him OK.

"The spanking was for the rudeness," he told me softly. "You can consider this as being in lieu of an infringement notice."

I made a bitter comment about what he could do with his infringement notices, pointing out I had a ticket and he just hadn't given me enough time to find it. He answered by pulling back and thrusting hard into me.

I gave another squeal of protest, but also found myself pushing back to meet him. It's just easier that way. And that's the way it went. He'd drive into me while I squealed a protest and pushed back to meet him. I had to protest. It was the principle of the thing. He had no right to be fucking me.

Not that right or wrong was making any difference. He was really giving me a going over, thumping away as though he hadn't had a screw for years. He'd bang in and I'd squeal again and I'd also quietly curse the excitement that was gathering inside me. 

For all I didn't want it, it felt good. He knew just what to do and he was doing it well, his cock steadily pushing me down the road of lust, raising my excitement with every thrust. 

Towards the end it would probably have taken a discerning ear to tell if my squeals were from my protest or my pleasure. I knew they were from my protests but from the way the Inspector was hammering me I suspect that he thought I was urging him on.

I couldn't stop myself from climaxing. Well, for that matter I didn't even try. If I was getting fucked then I deserved to get something out of it. I could tell it was coming, my squeals giving way to rapid gasps, and then I screamed as I got carried away. I could feel him jerking about inside me, and if I'd had the energy I'd have cursed him again.

The waves of pleasure subsided and I sort of sagged forward, knocking my bag. It promptly fell on its side and half the contents cascaded onto the seat. There, riding the swell like a surfboard was my damn ticket.

Even as the Inspector was pulling out I was snatching it up and turning on him.

"Here, see," I yelled at him. "I said I had a ticket. All you had to do was give me time to find it."

"Ah, yes," he said. "So you have. Now if I'd written out an infringement notice we could have torn it up now, but you wouldn't give me your details. As it is, I can't really cancel the fuck I gave you, but I'll tell you what. You can give me one in return and I won't resist."

I just glared at him. I couldn't even report him. The losers would back up his story and I'd come out looking like a racist jerk. I just ignored the lot of them, sitting down, fulminating to myself. I also made a mental note not to get in a carriage with those losers in the future. Who knows what they might decide to do.

Ticket Home, Paid in Full



Brian Carver was headed back home after a long week of face to face sales calls on customers in his area. Sometimes you just need to sit down and look at people eye to eye. Brian made this trip once or twice a year just to make sure his customer base stayed intact. He was on a stretch of highway that was two lane between two cities for about fifty miles. It was pouring down a cold early spring rain. The day was dark and cloudy, Brian was bored to tears. He almost didn’t see the dark lump sitting in the middle of the roadside picnic table. 

He hit his brakes and the lump jumped from the table and started running toward his car. He rolled down the window a little but didn’t unlock the door just yet. He had one foot on the brake and one on the gas. A frozen face grinned out of a dark green hook. A young girl said thanks for stopping and grabbed the door handle. She only had a knapsack on her arm. She didn’t look like she could be much trouble. Brian unlocked the door apologizing as if he hadn’t known it was locked. She jumped in, the poor thing was shivering like a leaf on a windy tree. 

She dropped the hood of her windbreaker, she was soaked to the bone. Her jeans were obviously old and faded but they were so wet they looked dark blue. Her sneakers squeaked as she set her feet into the floorboard. She put her knapsack between her knees and huddled up putting her hands to the heater. This poor little thing was almost frozen. Brian turned the heater to full blast.

“How long have you been sitting there?” Brian asked.

She held a shivering wrist up to look at her watch, she could barely speak. “About an hour.” She finally got out through shivering lips.

Brian could hear her teeth chattering uncontrollably. He thought of his sweats in his suitcase in the trunk. He stopped the car and popped the hood. He was back in a flash. He tossed the sweats into the backseat. 

“Honey, you get back there and change into the dry things.” He told her.

She looked at him concerned. She looked into the backseat at the warm dry sweats, thinking how nice they would be. She looked back at him, he was back on the road and paying attention to the highway.

“I’ll be ok.” She finally said.

“What do you mean you will be ok? Young lady you get back there and get out of those wet clothes and I don’t mean tomorrow, right now.” He sounded like her father, and that was exactly the role he was taking at the moment. 

“Mr., please…please don’t rape me.” She was obviously worried.

“Rape you, honey where did you get that idea?” Brian asked.

“You won’t wait until I get undressed and then stop and…?” She was scared.

“No honey, I would never do a thing like that. Now go get out of those wet clothes.” He ordered. “My name is Brian Carver, what’s yours?” 

“Mindy.” She said, crawling into the backseat. 

Mindy was a little heavy but nicely shaped. Round and curvy with large breasts. Brian heard the sound of her nylon jacket being pulled over her head. She had her back to the rearview mirror. He saw her wet t-shirt clinging to her wet body as she stripped it off over her head. He could see far enough down to tell she was bra-less. The sides of her ample titties showed as she pulled the dry top over her head. It stuck to her soaked skin, she pulled and tugged until it was on. He heard her zipper and saw her fiddling with her jeans. They were glued to her legs, she couldn’t get them off her thighs. She struggled and struggled but they wouldn’t come down. 

“Brian? I can’t get my pants off, their so tight and so wet, they won’t come off.” Mindy said worriedly. 

Brian pulled the car to the side of the road and stopped. He looked back to see her jeans undone and almost to her knees. She had her hands cupped over her vagina. It was obvious she wasn’t wearing panties. He pulled her feet over the seat and began to tug on the bottom of her jeans, they inched down a little but not much. He finally took them by the waistband and pulled them inside out down her chubby but cute thighs. The seems had cut into her skin and left red marks where they had drawn up on her body. Brian yanked on them so hard at one point that Mindy threw her hands to her sides to catch herself and keep herself from falling into the floor. Her pussy was exposed and Brian couldn’t help but see her nakedness. She grabbed the sweat pants and covered herself.

“Honey where are you panties?” He asked, looking back to the front.

“I don’t know, I mean I know but… I got a ride from this trucker. He seemed so nice. He bought me dinner at a truck stop and promised to get me all the way home. I thought he was really nice. I got sleepy and he told me to get in his sleeper, I did. He told me I would be more comfortable without my clothes on, it was dark in the sleeper so I took my clothes off. My jeans came off much easier when they were dry.” she said, laughing nervously, still dressing. “When I woke up my panties were off and there was a dim light on and he had turned up the heater and had taken the covers off me. He was looking at me in the mirror while he was driving.”

She went on to tell Brian that the driver had pulled over soon after that, when he found a suitable place and started to get undressed. She fought with him, he wasn’t very big. She got her jeans and t-shirt on and grabbed the rest of her things but she didn’t see her panties. When she refused to have sex with him he slapped her and tried to rape her. She fought harder and finally got out of the truck. Rain was pouring down. He sat in the truck and watched her for several minutes. Mindy figured he was waiting for her to change her mind, she didn’t. It was a roadside picnic area and she climbed onto one of the tables, under the canopy and just sat there. The blowing rain soaked her. If he opened his door she would run. He finally left, he was waving her panties out the window as he drove off. And then Brian showed up. She climbed back into the front seat, her poor nipples were so swollen and cold, they were large knobs under the sweat shirt.

“What are you doing out on the road and taking rides from truckers anyway?” He asked his next question.

Mindy had run away from home about a year ago. Her step father had tried to rape her and her mother wouldn’t believe it. She had to get out of a bad situation. Her step father was a respected and looked up to man in the community. No one believed her. She had only been fifteen when he married her mom. She stuck it out until she was seventeen. She had just turned eighteen about two months ago. She got home sick for her mother and had called her. Her mother broke down on the phone and begged her to come home. Her step father had left her and now Mindy was welcome to come home, there was no one there to hurt her. Her mom begged her so hard so she was on her way home.

Mindy laid her head against the car door, the boring hum of the engine put her to sleep quickly. Brian studied the poor little girl. She looked so tired, so scared, he felt sorry for her but at the same time glad to know she was going home. 

Brian touched Mindy’s arm, she jumped and pressed herself against the car door, she had been asleep almost an hour.

“Oh, sorry honey, didn’t mean to scare you. We’re coming up on a town. Would you like something to eat, I’m hungry myself.” Brian asked.

“Oh, yeah I’m starving. I haven’t eaten since that truck stop early this morning.” She answered. Brian pulled into a greasy spoon diner and they went in. Mindy went to the ladies room, Brian got them a table and sat down. She came out looking much better than she did when Brian had picked her up. They ate and talked. She lived in the same city as Brian. She would definitely get her ride home this time. She had been working in fast food restaurants most of the past year. She had graduated high school but hadn’t tried to go any further. She thought after she got home she might go to the community college. Brian talked about his business, and said if she wanted he would try to get her a job with his company. She thought that sounded great. She could work there and go to school part time.

They were back on the road and Mindy returned to her corner against the car door. It was getting late and the door was getting colder. She scrunched down in the seat and laid her head on the head rest. The longer she slept the more she leaned toward Brian. She caught herself falling over on him and startled awake. 

“Oh sorry Brian.” She said taking a deep breath and stretching. 

She straightened up in the seat and closed her eyes again. A few minutes later she was slumping back toward him. He put his arm around her and she laid over putting her head in his lap. Her body was rising and falling under his arm. Her top rode up off her waist just a little, her skin was so soft and smooth. Brian grazed his fingers across her naked side but quickly pulled his hand away when she stirred. 

Mindy woke up as Brian pulled into a motel. She looked up at him through sleepy eyes, rubbing them with her fists. She took a deep breath and asked what they were doing?

“Honey, I have to stop for the night, I thought I could get home but I’m just too beat. I would suggest you drive, but it’s a company car and I can’t take the chance, sorry.” Brian told her.

“Oh that’s ok. I don’t want to drive anyway, a bed sounds nice.” Mindy answered.

“Well, Mindy there is a problem there too. I only have a company credit card and I can’t possibly get two rooms. I am at the end of my trip and my cash is short, unless of course you have the money to rent your own room. The only other way we can do this is to get one room with two beds. Do you trust me enough to do that?” He asked.

“No Brian, I don’t have enough money, I trust you. It’s ok, get one room.” She told him.

Brian got their room and pulled around to the back of the motel. He requested a room off the highway to cut down on road noise. She grabbed her knapsack and followed him into the room. Mindy plopped down on the bed nearest the door. Her knapsack hit the floor. Brian had gotten her clothes from the back seat and put them on the heater and turned it up. 

“You want me to get hot too, so maybe I’ll take my clothes off and you can watch me too?” She asked but smiled. “Just kidding. The heater will get my clothes dry, thank you.”

She turned on the TV. It was late and Brian truly needed to get some sleep. He brushed his teeth and came out of the bathroom in his pajamas. He crawled into his bed and cuddled up to get warm. Mindy was sitting in the middle of her bed watching intently. She had gotten some sleep and wasn’t all that tired any more. Brian nodded off to sleep. The changing of the channels would rouse him from his sleep but he would drift off again in no time. 

Brian woke about three in the morning. The sound on the TV was heavy sexy breathing. He glanced at Mindy under her covers, her hand busy at work beneath the covers between her thighs. He looked at the TV. She was watching a porno movie!

“Mindy, what are watching girl?” He asked, startling her. 

She jerked her hand from under the covers. “Nothing!” She said sounding like a little girl who got caught with her hand in the cookie jar, what a cookie jar.

“It doesn’t look like nothing to me.” He said. 

The guy on the screen had his female co-star on all fours and driving his cock into her like the porn star that he was. The camera would zoom in close and the picture of his huge cock sliding easily in and out of her wet glistening pussy was a wonder to behold, and Mindy was beholding it all. She turned it off.

“That movie is going to show up on the bill you know.” He told her.

“I know, I didn’t think you would find out for a long time and maybe…oh, Brian I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have put it on. Sorry, I’ll pay you back promise.” She said.

“For a girl that is afraid of being raped that surprises me. You watching a movie like that, I mean.” He told her as the room went dark except for the light coming in around the curtains. 

“Well, being raped and screwing someone you like are two different things aren’t they?” She asked.

“Yes, I suppose they are.” Brian closed his eyes, the vision of the movie playing in his head.

He heard Mindy shuffle in her bed but then he felt the covers lift from his bed and her warm body slid in against him. He didn’t move away. He laid there and asked her what she was doing? She began to nibble on his ear. Her body heat was enormous between her thighs. 

“Thanks for saving me today.” She whispered softly.

“You’re welcome, but I wouldn’t say saved.” He answered.

“You weren’t the one sitting in the freezing rain about to die or you would say saved.” She responded.

She slid her hand under his pajama tops and began to rub his belly gently. She laid there petting him, neither one saying a word. He put his arm around her neck and enjoyed her touch. They kissed shyly as if they didn’t know exactly how to treat each other. She unbuttoned his top and played with the hair on his chest. She slowly rubbed her way back down to the snaps of his bottoms. She popped them one by one until his cock stood out of the fly. She took it in her hand began to gradually beat him off.

“Ewwww, Mr. Carver has a big dick.” She said playfully.

“The better to fuck you with my dear.” He answered her.

“Oh, Brian, don’t talk like that!” She said and slapped his belly but returned to her hand to playing with his cock quickly.

“Sorry Mindy, what would you like to call it.” He asked.

“Making love?” She answered. 

“But I don’t love you and you don’t love me, we just met.” He came back at her.

“Well, I love your peter, it’s so nice and long.” She said.

“Yes but how do you like the taste?” He played with her.

“OH, YOU NASTY! That’s not a nice thing to say Brian.” She answered but kept stroking his cock.

Mindy sat up in bed pulling the covers off of him. She leaned to the side of the bed and turned on the lamp. She looked at his nude penis and studied it as she continued to play with it. Then she stopped and peeled her top off. Brian loved her huge tits. They were very round and her areolas were large and pink. Her nipples sat like two cylindrical buttons atop the beautiful mountains of flesh. She was already aroused from her movie time. She looked into his eyes as she lowered her mouth to his swollen tool. She licked the head getting it good and wet. Then she stuck the first three inches in her mouth.

“Ummm, I know a boy who needs a bath.” She said but kept on sucking him.

“Sorry Mindy, you want me to go wash.” He asked.

She didn’t say anything she just sucked the rest of him into her mouth and began working him over like crazy. It had been a long day and Brian had decided to take a shower in the morning before they left, he didn’t expect this. Soon he was breathing hard and hunching against her mouth as she went down on him. He began to massage her back and play with her hair, pushing her head down on him further. He ran his hand down the length of her back and slipped it inside her sweats. He felt her sweat as his fingers slipped between her cheeks where her crack started. He reached further down. Her pussy was wet from her masturbating. She began to suck him harder and breath heavy as he inserted one then another and finally three fingers into her juicy cunt. 

She got to her knees, bent over sucking him and slid her sweats off her nice big butt. She laid back down facing him and put his hand back on her pussy. She never took his cock from her mouth. Brian was getting excited thinking that this hot little slightly chubby honey was going to be living in the same city. Her head was bobbing up and down on him fast and furious, his fingers were again kneading her muffin like bread dough. 

“Mindy, don’t you think I should be eating your little twat while you suck me?” He asked with labored breath.

“Oh Mr. C you are ever so nasty.” She exclaimed as she straddled his head with her knees.

He pulled her butt down to his mouth. He began to lick the sides of her pussy lips. She was already wet.

“I think I know a young lady who needs a bath.” He said.

“Oh Brian, maybe we should go shower.” She answered, it had been a long day for her also.

He pulled her down hard on his mouth and kept licking and kissing and chewing her lips and clit gently.

When she couldn’t stand any more she laid down beside him and pulled his head over on top of her. He didn’t need any coaxing, he was on top of her in a heartbeat. Her thighs spread and she took his cock placing the head at the hot wet entrance of her pussy. She kept her hand there until all his inches were inside her. Then she took his balls in her hand and began to squeeze them gently. Brian was coming unglued at the seems. As he would pull his cock out and thrust it back in she would squeeze him. Soon he was fucking her hard and fast and she was almost smashing his nuts she was squeezing so fast. 

Brian kissed Mindy and their juice mingled on each others lips. Her mouth was moist and warm where his cock had just been. He fondled her awesome big tits as he continued to pump her pussy mercilessly. She pulled her knees to her breasts to allow him total access, he drove his cock as deep as he could. He was rising off her and slamming back into her fast and frantically. Mindy let out a scream when she began shooting her hot cream, bathing Brian’s cock in its warm shower. His cock exploded inside her returning shot for shot of hot sticky cum.

He fell exhausted on top of her. You wouldn’t call Mindy fat, she was just very nice and full all over. Brian rested in her arms, her heart beating like a drum. They kissed and caressed each other gently. He rolled off of her in his sleep and she tucked herself under his arm and joined him in the sweet release of slumber.

Brian woke the next morning to see Mindy’s head bobbing up and down on him again. She had him so hard so fast it almost hurt. After she sucked him for several minutes he pulled her head to him and placed her on top of him. She straddled him and eased herself down on his long thick tool.

“Oh nice peter Mr. C. You feel so good inside me, I love your cock.” She said.

“Cock? You nasty mouthed little slut bunny.” He answered.

“Ohhhh, I’m not a slut I just like your peter.” She said smiling.

She fucked him for several minutes. She was heaving and breathing heavily. Her juice was running down her thighs and soaking him. She laid her head on his chest and dug her fingernails into his shoulders.

“Ok, I am a slut, fuck me Mr. C, fuck me hard please.” She begged.

Brian rolled her over bouncing her on the bed, his cock never left her pussy. He stabbed hard into her and she let out a little moan of pain. He kissed her mouth and said he was sorry. She said she loved it and could he do that again. He drove into her pussy like a hammer driving a nail. She writhed beneath him hotly, soaking up every sweet sensitive moment. He came harder into her than he could ever remember coming. She was soon joining him, their hot fluids flowing together once more. 

They took a shower together. Mindy sucked his cock after she had washed it, and told him it tasted better that way. She bathed her vagina and he got to his knees and enjoyed her taste again. He told her that she too tasted much nicer clean. They laughed at each other and made love or had sex or fucked each others brains out or however you want to put it one more time before they packed up and hit the road. 

Brain left Mindy his card as he let her out at her house. She ducked into the window and blew him a kiss. He saw Mindy and her mother embrace in the front yard as he drove away. He would see her again and enjoy her company again he thought to himself. And fuck her again one day soon.



Ticket Please



"Ticket please?"

She rifled through her belongings to find the folded piece of cardstock that would keep her on the train. She was glad to finally be aboard and resting. From her vantage-point inside the sleeping compartment, she could see a sky that looked progressively angrier. Most of her feelings, however, were knotted in anticipation and suspense. Ever since she received the cryptic invitation, she had been both excited and nervous. But it was a nervousness that caused her to shiver an acceptance rather than decline.

Without even reading the invitation she knew it was from him. It told her where she would catch this train. An anachronism, the train contained a number of sleeping compartments that were private from the other travelers. Her invite also dictated her dress for the trip. She currently wore a knee length skirt, a warm ribbed sweater and mid height pumps. The effect was somewhere between young businesswomen and demure college student. The rest of her outfit, however, was less conventional.

Underneath she wore a silky, see-through bra and panty set that he had bought for her. They were black and gauzy and fit her curves perfectly. She wasn't particularly a connoisseur of lingerie, but she had to admit that these looked stunning on her. Upon first trying them on, she had pirouetted playfully in front of her mirror soaking in the images that would soon be burned in his mind. As for her legs, they were clad in black silk stockings that were unlike any hosiery she had worn before. They were incredible comfortable and ended high on her leg in a ring of elastic-backed lace, which kept them clinging snuggly to her thighs.

What she hadn't been prepared for was the feeling the lingerie produced in her. Perhaps it was the idea of wearing such suggestive things underneath her semi-conservative garb. Perhaps it was this trip itself. Regardless, she found it arousing. More than that though, the tactile sensations were amazing. The bra she wore hugged her breasts and the soft material rubbed satisfyingly against her nipples. After walking from the train platform to her compartment she could already feel her nipples hard and tingling. The panties were…..well, they were another matter all together.

An additional instruction from the invitation had her do something she was not entirely comfortable with. It requested that she shave part of her pubic mound. At first, she was repelled by the idea, but she knew, as always, his suggestions would bear interesting fruit. She followed the detailed steps he had provided: trimming then shaving the area around the inside of thighs and around her lips. As he requested she only trimmed the top of her mound leaving a neat triangle on top but keeping the remaining area quite bare. The feeling left her vulnerable and unsure at first. His instructions, however, were not complete. She took a hot shower and massaged herself with a soothing lotion. Afterwards, the entire area felt alive with sensation. Every part of her felt more electric than usual. She remembered that her evening of grooming had unfolded into one of exploration – one that was extremely satisfying.

In her new shaved state, she had tried her black gauzy panties. At first glance they seemed like many others she had worn. However, when she wore them today to go to the train station, she discovered just how comfortable they felt against her sensitive lower lips. The material dragged and slid delightfully over her body causing – more than once – gasps of surprise and pleasure. Between the tugs of her bra at her nipples and the friction of walking in her silky panties, she had arrived in her compartment in an aroused state.

"Ma'am?"

She snapped back to attention and provided the porter with the ticket she had been holding firmly between her fingers for the last minute. He quickly punched the ticket and exited the compartment. She noticed that her breath was coming faster and a misting of perspiration had broken out across her face. A low rumbling from outside made her jump more than she normally would have. Indeed, rain was coming.

There is something about the way a storm slowly brews in the mid-west. It is different than say the quick birth of a squall in the south or the predictable swirls of moisture on the westcoast. In the mid-west, a storm truly percolates. It rises. It builds. It twists. Sometimes it sputters, but other times it explodes. Throughout that movement of pressure and clouds there is a palpable sense of "happening." People can feel it. It sizzles through stomachs and causes muscles to tense and release. She didn't need that extra stimulation today, but she had it.

She dragged her hand through her dark hair and wondered when….or if?….he would arrive. She wasn't sure where this would go today, but so far the day had been interesting. Though anticipation requires release….eventually. She sat back in her chair and slowly crossed her legs. Her body hunched forward slightly as her eyes drew shut. The soft friction of her legs again highlighted her new sensitivity and it resulted in pleasure flicking lightly across her core. She opened her eyes and slowly pushed out a breath across pursed lips.

The train chose that moment to grind to life and slowly build momentum. Soft pellets of water were now slapping thickly against the window of her compartment. The sky grew darker now and the train slid into the first of many tunnels on its trip. Her compartment was bathed in darkness. Without the intrusion of sight, she could more clearly feel the rocking of the train. 

She heard the lock of her compartment pop open and her stomach jumped and twirled with surprise. She could hear herself breathe heavily in the darkness. She summoned a bit of courage and forced some calm back into body. The door opened swiftly and clamped shut allowing one person to enter. She kept her face locked forward but her peripheral vision could identify him as a brief shaft of light rose and then fell away from his form. It had begun.

She felt him sit next to her. She became acutely aware of the various responses of her body. Her nipples were hard and straining, her body almost pulsing with excitement, and a warm wetness growing between her thighs.

His hands softly brushed her hair back from her face and cupped her chin. The gentleness of that caress was matched by the strength of his second caress. A strong hand massaged down her neck and across her back. The first kiss came now – soft and gentle against her lips. Then, he paused before kissing her again with increasing passion. She knew that her perfumed scent was slowly winding its way through his senses. It was a reaction she had seen before. She need not touch him to know that he was already becoming aroused.

His lips roved down her neck tracing her elegant length. His kisses became wetter and she could feel his tongue twirl against her skin. She had felt the tongue elsewhere and knew the rewards it could produce. That thought, along with the sensations tracing along her neck, caused her to arch backwards and flutter her eyes closed. 

Her face turned into his body and now she could smell his scent. The build up she had been experiencing was just beginning to be consumed. Her body felt as if it was a spring waiting to explode.

She felt his hand slid under her sweater and begin to playfully grasp at her nipples. The sensations raced from her nipples to between her thighs and then directly to the pleasure center in her brain. Her lips contorted in a smile of pleasure. That smile was quickly smothered with his lips as he savored her. He traced down her neck and she suddenly found his lips at her left nipple. He licked softly and then lapped strongly at the thick, engorged nipple. She began to squirm in her seat as she could feel the heat in his lips. She knew what would come next.

He started at her ankles. Kiss softly up her silk clad legs, but never quite touching where she wanted – not yet. He began to tease her now; first, through her panties. Next, removing her panties and touching around her moist lips. He had laid her out on the bench of their compartment. It was padded enough to be comfortable but firm enough to support their erotic coupling.

His fingers massaged her inner thighs and continued to tease moist lips. She could feel his hands dart under her thighs and strongly knead her curves from behind. Her legs fell open naturally and she could feel his breath warm her inner lips. Without warning she felt his tongue plunge into her. Her turned his head to the side and slid his tongue along the outline of her lips. Her breath caught and she could feel her wetness flowing now.

He continued like this until she felt she could barely stand it. She sucked in a gulp of air as she felt a long finger slide into her womanhood. Unbidden, she rose her hand to her breast and began stimulating herself in time to his ministrations. He paused, and her eyes blinked open. Apparently, the train had exited the tunnel it had been and she could see his face between her thighs, her skirt long since discarded on the floor, and his passion fogged eyes gazing at her.

"Tell me what you want."

She smiled and tried to coax his tongue to the sensitive strip of nerves where her lips joined at the top of her mound. He pulled back a few centimeters and asked again.

"Tell me what you want."

"I want you to…." Her voice faltered as she searched for the words.

"Don't think. Tell me what you want."

She could feel her body tingle again with the words she knew he wanted to hear. She gasped again and said, "I want you to lick my clit."

"Of course."

He lowered his face to her and gently lapped at her clitoris. She mewed in pleasure as she could definitely feel the increase in sensations from her earlier actions. His speed alternated between slow, sloppy licks and hurricane swells that brought stars before her eyes. All the while, his finger gently entered and withdrew from her wet tightness. After what seemed like hours he changed his technique.

Now, his tongue flicked lightly across her clit. His speed increased. His technique was fevered but just barely touching her most sensitive nerve endings. Once again she brought a hand against her breast and pulled lightly on her nipples. Her mouth locked into a round O as she could feel a tension building throughout her body. Her thighs began to quiver slightly against his strong hands. Her legs pointed outward from their passion. The toes of her right foot creating a straight, seductive line on the end of which perched a dangling pump that danced back and forth with each twitch of her hips.

"Let me know," he gasped breathlessly.

She smiled quickly as she could sense the arousal in his voice. Her lips quickly twitched back into a contorted line as the feelings in her began to spiral out of control. She could feel it begin in her nipples. Then it danced to her clitoris, where it seemed to amplify a number of times before radiating outward in pulsing waves to all parts of her body.

"I'm going to…." Her words were lost in an explosion of passion and breathy pleas as a climax wracked her body. Her toes flexed in response and her right pump clattered to the floor.

Her body noticeably pulsed as she felt quivers and aftershocks run through her body. She could only look up and catch his eye as he lovingly toyed with her sensitive lips. "More," she demanded.

She helped him up and kissed him passionately as she could taste herself on his mouth. Without wasting time, she dragged down his suit-pants to find an already erect cock waiting for her.

She ran her hands across his length. Barely touching him as her fingers teased along the sensitive skin. Her soft fingertips slid deliciously along his silken skin and toyed with the ridge of his head. One hand darted behind him and felt his strong buttocks flexing with arousal. Her nails dug lightly into his flesh to feel the stength of his form. Her other hand began a lazy rhythm stroking back and forth along his cock. With his member throbbing in time with his pulse, she flattened her palm against his balls and massaged softly -- teasing him. She paused briefly to look up at him. With his cock stretching her mouth, she caught his eyes. Torrents of unspoken lust poured into each other.

After running her fingers one last time across his shaft, she surprised him by slowly engulfing the head with her mouth. She could feel him arch backward as incredible sensations exploded inside him. Her efforts re-doubled as his length seemed to thicken even more. She dragged her mouth back lovingly against his cock. Her tongue traced the sensitive line from under his cock to beneath the head. As she tasted him, her head drew soft circles that increased his pleasure. His breathing and exhortations encouraged her and, in fact, began to increase her own already returning passion. 

Her mouth adored his cock. Her efforts quickly coated his cock with wetness. She suddenly thought to herself how this was torrid and dirty. Sucking a cock in these circumstances. She was surprised that her thoughts increased her arousal. She could feel a pleasant throbbing returning to her clit. It pushed her forward to seize on this and she began to fondle herself. Her self-induced pleasure generated muffled cries of contentment.

She could feel the heat on his body and the tension along his legs as she continued to draw her mouth up and down his length. She removed her mouth with a wet pop and paused briefly. He took advantage of her pause.

He quickly sat on the bench and arranged her on top of him. Her legs wrapped around him as she slowly lowered herself on to his hardness. She hissed pleasurable consonants into his chest as she felt his cockhead slowly part her wet lips. The first feeling of his length entering her resulted in her mouth betraying her lust. Words she normally would not say: cock, clit, pussy, come – all tumbled sensually out of her mouth. His reaction was to kiss her forcefully and work his hands over her back.

Finally, he bottomed out and she could feel his pelvis snug against her clit. Her eyes shot wide open and she uttered a high pitched groan. He had reached something in her. At the same moment, her legs and thighs quivered in reaction to the perfect sensation. As she slid upward, the intensity waned a bit and her chest lurched forward bringing her somewhat back to reality. Her wetness had made him slick and she slowly began an up and down motion that drew trembling breaths from his chest. His mouth locked on to her left nipple. Again when he bottomed out -- pure bliss. She soon discovered that when he bottomed out, the curve of his cock hit something deep within her. A delicious spot that almost made her very brain spasm in pleasure.

As their speed increased, she could feel him angle a lubricated thumb against her clitoris. The combination was almost too much to handle, but his touch was softer than she could imagine – barely touching her. A slick butterfly pushing her onward. His strokes became faster and his tongue continued to twirl at her nipple. She could barely believe her body as it once again dashed inexorably to orgasm. The tension lapped at her body in waves now. With each second it seemed to fold in upon itself and become stronger. She wanted him to come with her.

"I'm going to come on your cock," her voice echoed through the compartment. His body responded to her exclamation and his orgasm poured hotly into her. He plunged deep into her one last time and she could feel his come shoot out on to her g-spot. The combination of the light pressure on her clit, the tongue on her nipples and the feel of his orgasm tickling her g-spot resulted in her quivering tightly and exploding into orgasm. The universe bucked and swayed around her engorged clitoris.

Their cries of passion gave way to exaggerated breathing, then shallow breathing. Finally, the sounds of the train's motion were the only thing to be heard. He kissed her eyelids and drew her eyes to his by raising her chin with his finger.

"It's going to be a long trip."



Ticket to Heaven



(At work one day on a break with my fellow coworkers explaining my involvement with the survivor contest and having to write stories in categories I was unfamiliar with. A fellow supervisor come up with this tale and it was so intense I almost didn't want to write it but after several plots and story lines were hashed out this was the tale we come up with. I give this young man the credit for the idea as I had to create it and fill in a lot of details. But the only category that I could even begin to think about placing it would have to be...HORROR! Thanks L~)

(1) The Club

Her long leg stretched out before the men at the platform's edge while she swayed sensually to the music. She ran her fingers along her inner thighs and smiled at them as they encouraged her more. On center stage, she erotically exposed her tantalizing flesh. Her hard nipples and black thong were making her plenty of tips right now.

The music was deafening while the lights flickered multiple colors in the Gentlemen's club. Dancers throughout the club were bare and working the crowd. Table dances were going on throughout the place while the crowd seemed pleased.

"Check out camera five, Boss," said the large bouncer after barging into the owner's office door. The huge man held the door knob and stood in the doorway waiting for a reply.

"You fucking idiot, don't you ever knock? You fuck-up, you do it one more time and you're history," replied the owner. Lucas Burns was sitting behind his desk in his plush black leather chair. He had been checking out his extra activities and dealings closely. The bar and his ladies were his main source of income but his rat runners were his second and most lucrative business. Drugs were always a quick dollar, especially when there were so many who had to have more and more.

Flicking a switch, a monitor changed screens as camera five showed several tables along the back wall. There was a man sitting alone and waving the girls to go away. He seemed familiar but Lucas couldn't place him. Just sitting there still, the man didn't have a drink or accept the company of the beautiful women that tried to spark an interest. With a long black leather coat on and short hair, the man was seemingly waiting for something.

Lucas pressed his buzzer calling his help. Slurping noises came from under his desk while a knock came at the door. "Get in here, you dumb fuck," he said while the door opened. Lucas pushed his chair back and his pleasing bunny between his legs seemed shocked. "Get the fuck out of here." He said in his normal hateful tone. A pretty petite blonde climbed up from between his legs, letting go of his half hard cock. She wiped her mouth and fixed her skimpy lingerie.

"Yea, Boss?" Asked the big man in a black T-shirt with the word Security embossed on the back. Standing in the doorway, he folded his muscular arms as the pretty blonde jetted past him. 

"You get the fuck over there and tell that shit head that this is a club. He needs to order a fucking drink or get the hell out of Dodge." Lucas blurted as he watched the man on the monitor.

"Looks like a cop, Boss." The big man spat, placing his hand on the doorknob, ready to shut it at the first hint of Lucas's order.

"Then tell Beavis and Butthead to hold transactions for a short while until we check him out. Oh, and Jeff?" Lucas snarled.

"Yeah, Boss?"

"Ask him if he's a pig before you throw his ass out. Cover our ass legally." Lucas spat.

"Ok, Boss." Jeff replied while shutting the door.

Lucas fixed his pants and zipped his fly back up, watching the monitor with peaked concern. He could see Jeff walk up and talk to the man on the screen for a few seconds then Jeff waved a waitress over and walked away. Lucas's eyes scanned the stranger's movements while a woman in a short miniskirt come to his table and took his order.

Lucas clicked a button several times, changing the camera's views until he could see his runners and their dealings. Jeff obviously had given the signal because they were refusing any sales at the moment. He clicked the screen back to camera five and watched the questionable stranger. A knock come at the door.

"Yeah," he yelled.

The door opened and it was Jeff, "He said he'll buy a drink. He said he understood. He also said he wanted to talk to Lucas Burns. He said to tell you he had a 'Ticket to Heaven' for ya. A situation of lifetime." The big bouncer stood in the doorway, once again waiting for a reply.

"What the fuck does that mean?" Lucas spat. He raised an eye brow and scratched his chin lightly in deep thought. "Who was this familiar looking stranger," he thought to himself.

"I don't know boss, he wants to talk to you." Jeff stood there patiently. "Want me to send him back here?"

"No, I don't, you dumb ass. Geez." Lucas eyed the man for a while then turned in his chair. "Ok, tell him I'll be there shortly."

"Ok, Boss." Jeff exited the office and shut the door. Lucas reached into his drawer and pulled out his .25 semiautomatic pistol and checked the chamber for shell positioning. He clicked his button several times and scanned the club on his security screen before he stood up and adjusted his clothes.

Walking into the loud and crowded club, Lucas made his way slowly along the back straight away. He smiled big and waved at the patrons that frequented his establishment, pouring on the charm and kissing 'his' girls as he passed them.

The stranger saw Lucas but didn't move. Lucas walked up to him and sat at his table, waved at the waitress and signaled for his usual drink. "What can I do for you, Mister...?" Lucas asked kindly and professional like, looking the man directly in the eyes. He was still unable to place the man but checked him out carefully.

"You know Billy Watson?" The man asked with a very serious and nervous tone.

"No, should I?" Lucas asked, still watching him close.

"Yeah, well...I didn't think so," The man replied in a hateful tone. "He's my son." The man said while shifting in his seat. Lucas noted that he looked as though he was ready to pounce physically or orally. Lucas motioned for Jeff then turned back to the man.

"What does all this got to do with a Ticket to Heaven or a situation of a lifetime? I'm a busy man, Mister...Watson is it?" Lucas asked again.

"Yeah, well my son died from an overdose on your fucking drugs, you scum sucking pusher." The hate in his voice rose as the man sprang quickly towards Lucas while violently swinging his tightened fist. He caught Lucas off guard as the his fist crashed into Lucas's chin and cheek. Several blows were swung before Lucas hit the floor with a crash. A scream cried out from a nearby dancer.

Jeff was at a full run now towards them as the man stood over Lucas, swinging away. His right fist rapidly swung towards Lucas's face. Jeff wrapped his big arms around the man, yanked him off of Lucas and pulled him towards the front door.

"Bang," a gun shot rang out as Jeff hit the floor with the man in his arms. They both crashed into some tables and the sound of breaking glass and over turned chairs barely rang out over the loud music. Screams of the people as they ran from the club, pushing and shoving, filled the air. The man scrambled to get back up with a pistol in his hands. He stood over Jeff who was deadly still. 

Lucas was now on his feet. He tackled the man and began swinging violently at him. The two exchanged blows and jabs until another shot rang out. Lucas fell to the ground with a thud. He reached into his inside pocket and pulled out the .25 semiautomatic pistol and returned fire. "Bang bang bang."

Lucas jumped to his feet and the two men began wrestling and exchanging crushing blows. Clinched fists swung back and forth between the two, each taking mighty powerful punches. They rammed into each other like two mountain goats clashing, pulling and stepping to gain footing while the two men wrestled with each other for a moment.

It was about the same time that the two men seemed to figure out something was different. Lucas looked down at the body on the floor thinking it was Jeff when he noticed it looked like himself. The stranger did the same, looking at his own corpse on the ground at his feet. The two men looked at each other then back to their bodies, stunned. Letting go of each other, they were mystified at the situation.

"What the fuck?" Lucas blurted when it sunk in he was looking at himself lying on the floor. A pool of blood was growing around the body. A pistol was inches from the hand that lay flat out on the carpet. 

"Huh?" The stranger seemed lost to the fact that he could see two Lucas Burns. One on the floor dead and the other just as puzzled as he was, looking at himself on the ground lifeless. 

The walls seem to move slightly as the men looked up and were almost instantly surrounded by entities in black hooded robes. Their faces were unable to be seen in the deep black hoods. Quickly they were grasped and pulled down into a black void that seem to melt reality and the club seemingly disappeared. 

They were unable to struggle and stricken with confusion as many hands pulled the two men tightly downwards.

(2) The Choice

"Do you understand the choices I've explained to you?" A hooded figure sat before Lucas asking. The depth of his situation coming to light.

"Sure, I go through this program and in 13 days I get to go back to Earth reborn, destined to become a lawyer or a politician. Seems simple enough. Now you say it's tougher than the other choices but as a Lawyer, hell, I'll become wealthy and live in comfort." Lucas replied.

"Lucas Burns you're given many choices. You can choose the simplest path if you want. You could be a street bum and I'll put you into a series of trials and you'll be sent back as a baby that's battered confused and flat out don't give a fuck if you want. But I recommend you do better than your last occupation which was quite reputable from our stand point here in hell." The entity chuckled with a deep and bellowing sound.

"Hell? It figures." Lucas thought scratching his chin lightly in thought. "Well, hell yes. Why wouldn't I want to be wealthy and a lawyer? Wow, cool sign me up." Lucas spat. The entity arose in a floating fashion and moved towards an archway, motioning Lucas to follow, so he did.

Screams and yells could be heard louder as he followed the man to a waiting area where he was instructed to wait. Several others were waiting too, as three at a time they were taken down a long hall into darkness. Slightly scared, Lucas wiped at the sweat beads that poured from his forehead and brow as the heat was intense.

Not that the screams got any louder but they seemed more intense as Lucas focused on the shrilling sounds. Waiting with discomfort from the unbearable heat that seem to just get hotter and hotter. Another blood curdling yell came from the depths of the abyss. 

"God, I hope I made the right choice," Lucas questioned to himself while listening to the cries. He grew more and more apprehensive of his situation.

"Let's go," a hooded entity called to Lucas. He and two others all began following the black robed entity. It was dark with a glow of deep red coming from the end of the hall. The three men and the guide went through an archway as the screams and cries got louder.

Lucas looked around and saw that one of the other three men he was with was the man he had fought with at the bar.

"Mr. Watson?" Lucas asked as the man finally recognized him too. Ralph Watson was an ex-cop and loving father and husband. He seemed to be accepting his fate pretty well considering where he had wound up for his actions. Ralph Watson almost teared up when he saw Lucas and charged at him hatefully. Lucas threw his arms up in defense but Ralph was thrown across the hall and held at the wall by the entity with an outreached hand and fingers.

Nobody was touching Ralph, he was held by a power of suggestion it seemed. The robed entity lowered his hand as Ralph fell limp to the floor. "There will be none of that here, you understand?" The entity asked. Ralph just climbed slowly to his feet and glared at Lucas. The three men turned and followed the entity as they came to and opening.

The first thing they saw were several robed entities with deep dark hoods standing before a table. The screams cried out with hair on end shrills. All three men looked at each other with peaked curiosity. On the table was a small tube, a paper clip, and a long strand of what appeared to be a piece of straw off a broom or hay.

One of the entities raised a hand and all three men were pressed against a wall that was full of shackles and chains. Another began binding their hands and feet while all three men began to become uncomfortable with their situation. The entity swiped a hand before them and all clothing instantly disappeared. The three men now stood shackled and bound naked against a hot wall.

"Life is about making choices," The lead entity began his speech. "It's really simple, what happens to you is from some choice that you've made along the way. So here we begin by teaching you to make choices." The tall dark robed entity went to the first man and pointed at the table before them. "Choose one," he said.

The man was trembling with fear and stuttered as he chose the very small tube that was rolled up. The entity waved his hand and another entity quickly took the tube, walked up to the man, and stuck the tube with no hesitation into the head of his penis. Ramming it hard and deeper into the man as he screamed out in pain from the insertion. Ralph and Lucas looked at each other and they could see the fear in each others eyes.

The screaming man glared at the entity as he took a small funnel and placed it at the end of the tube. Then taking a small jar that seem to be full of liquid and floating jalepenos, he poured it into the funnel. The fluid swiftly ran down the tube and as soon as the colored fluid reached the mans penis he began screaming in agony.

"Holy shit. Is that jalepeno juice?" Lucas asked Ralph. Ralph didn't say a word as he began to struggle and fight with his restraints. The man cried out loudly and jerked and thrashed at his bonds. The entity finally quit pouring the liquid into the tube and the lead entity stood before Lucas and pointed at the table. Lucas shook his head, "You've got to be kidding." 

"Either choose or I will choose for you," the entity said loud enough to be heard over the whimpering of the first man. Lucas looked at the table long and hard. "Quickly," the entity spat.

"Ok, the paper clip," Lucas said reluctantly. An entity picked up the paper clip and straightened it out into one long straight piece of wire and from his finger tips a flame come out. He began running the stiff paper clip rod along the flames, heating it up. "No way, oh, shit stop no...no...NO!" Lucas cried out as the hot rod was inserted into his cock's opening. His yells were painful and unnerving. Ralph looked on in stunned disbelief but the loud cries of the other two men were as real as his restraints. 

The entity looked at Ralph, "Yours is a different situation. You may still one day yet receive a Ticket to Heaven. But for the act of murder you must pay penance. You do not have a choice." With that, an entity took the broom straw and ran it up the opening in Ralph's dick. Ralph struggled and grit his teeth hard but refused to cry out. The entity broke the thin straw off and walked away. 

All three men in agony lashed, jerked, and quivered in pain. The wall rotated as they all moved to another area. They stood bound to the wall as it moved slowly to a larger opening.

(3) Hell's Fury

The cries and screams seemed to be second nature now. The three men were more worried about their own pain and situation than anything else. Their eyes were darting across the new arena and it's objects that were before them. A wooden cross, a chair with straps and a table that seemed to be a flat surface.

The entity floated seemingly to Lucas who was still distraught from his pains and pointed to the new choices. "You get first choice, choose one," the entity said and awaited his decision. Lucas was reluctant to say anything nodded to the cross. Perhaps in some way he was hoping to redeem himself from his situation. 

Entities came to his side, unbound him, and moved him to the cross, tying him to it securely. His nakedness didn't seem to be an issue but his fate most definitely was. After they tied him to the cross, the cross began to shift as cables drew it horizontal with the floor, Lucas hanging from it as it began to rise to the ceiling. His hair, cock and balls hung as it slowly raised higher.

The entity went to the next man as Ralph watched closely. The entity gave the man the choice of two remaining situations. "Choose," it blurted. The man was riddled with discomfort but managed to gesture to the table. Perhaps he wanted to lay down and sink into death but the choice was made and the entities drew him from his shackles at the wall and moved him to the table. Laid out flat, they tied him to its surface and went to Ralph next.

Untying him, they placed him in the last of the options, the chair. They didn't tie him, strap him or shackle him in any way. They allowed him to sit in the swiveling chair unbound. The entities left except one that stood there as a guard. Screams and yells came from the depths of the cavern like abyss. It was a long time before they finally came back.

"You cock sucker, if I get out of this I'm gonna kick your ass you..." Lucas blurted nonstop obscenities to Ralph who just took it all in with a grain of salt. His main worry was his current situation and the fact he was facing these trials bestowed upon him by purgatory.

The entity come over to Ralph and handed him a paddle that was the size and shape of a ping pong paddle. He pointed to Lucas who hung from the ceiling, tied to the cross. His balls had sagged downward a bit more from the time he was first raised upwards. Pointing to Lucas's balls and cock the entity stood to the side. "Inflicting pain is an animal trait whether we accept this theory or not. There is an art to giving pain and pleasure can be derived from it so hit them and feel the pleasure deep within. You hate this man right? Then fulfill your hatred," he said.

Ralph was a bit confused but the thought of inflicting as much pain as he felt inside, upon the man who had sold his son the drugs that took the young man's life, seemed rewarding. "Perhaps this is my heaven?" Ralph thought for a moment. "Perhaps karma has a way of working things out." At that point Ralph drew back and slapped the paddle hard across the nut sack of Lucas and screams of pain were cried out as the sound rang out loudly. "WHACK."

"Slap, whack, pow." Again and again Ralph slapped the dangling balls of Lucas. Hitting his cock and nuts with greater and greater force. Ralph was losing himself in the act, becoming more and more aggressive with each painful blow. "Whack," the paddle slammed against the reddened balls and cock of Lucas. Lucas screamed and cried for forgiveness and mercy but Ralph continued until he was stopped by the entity. 

The entity gestured him to the chair and had Ralph sit again, then strapped him in tightly. The third man's table began to slowly raise into the air towards the ceiling. The man's eyes grew wider as his anticipation grew and his fear rose too. When the table was almost to the ceiling the until then unnoticed small chains that hung from it became evident. An entity floated effortlessly to the man's side and began hooking the skin with small fish hook like objects at sensitive areas. Between the toes, the nut sack, ear lobes, the lips and tongue. His penis and nipples were pierced by the hooks as well. 

The man began lashing out and screaming in pain from the small hook's punctures. His binds were transferred to his own body as the table began to slowly sink back to the floor, leaving the man still attached to the chains and hooks which he was now hanging from. He at first fought the hooks and chains but soon realized it was more painful to fight the chains that supported his body's weight.




Ticket to Heaven



Whimpering and crying the man began to curse the entities that had put him there. Ralph watched with sorrow and concern. Wondering what this man had done to deserve such a torture. "Hey, sir. Sir?" Ralph called out to the screaming man. An entity come to Ralph's side and waved a finger, shaking his hooded head from side to side. 

"There is no correspondence during the trials." The entity said with a deep and demonic tone. The skin of the man was stretching from his body's weight. His balls and cock were pulled on in a deformed way to support the man. His lips and nipples were swelling up from the tortured abuse. Just then Ralph's whole body stiffened as jolts of electricity ran through his flesh. The chair was obviously wired and small surges of electricity ran through his body every 10 seconds or so.

"Oh, shit," Ralph cried out as the volts finally ceased, his muscles still tight from the electric shock. Finally they relaxed and he settled with a bit of ease then another wave of electricity ran through his body only more intense than the first couple jolts. "Shit..." 

A small group of entities came into the area and all three men were released from their restraints and situations. All three were riddled with fear and pain but so glad to be out of their last treacherous binds. 

They were ushered to a waiting area and given a chance to rest in a seat. Lucas snarled at Ralph and Ralph glared back as the hatred grew between the two men.

They were able to watch some of the torture and trials from a distance. A group of women were being led to an area where one was bound to a beam. She was a voluptuous blonde with large breasts, tied, naked and whimpering. The entities were rubbing ice around her nipples and twisting them to hardness. One of the entities went to her and with a razor blade slit the hard nipple in half.

Another was bent over and a steel surgical clamp was inserted in her asshole and the other portion of the clamp was pressed into her pussy. The clamp was fastened tight as it pierced the skin between the two holes. She was screaming at the top of her lungs as the clamp was attached to a chain and wrenched upwards. She quickly was hanging upside down as the chain and clamp pulled her higher.

"God, I hope I made the right choice," Lucas said to himself as he watched in fear at the sight of this. Another woman was hung by her pussy lips and nipples as the table slowly sank back to the floor. Screams and yells filled the enormously large cavern type arena. Stretching devices and beds of nails were scattered about. Holding cages and shackles were lined up everywhere. This was certainly Hell.

(4) The Judgment

The Dark hooded and robed entities came back and ushered the three men to a very large door. It slowly opened in the middle and they all entered in single file. The men were placed before three poles that were fixed in the center of the large room. At one end was a very large table that had three seats. Sitting in the seats were three deep red hooded entities. Clearly a ruling class and perhaps a judgment panel.

They were tied to the steel poles with their arms behind them. They were stark naked still and sweltering hot. Sweat was pouring off all three men as their skin glistened from total wetness. After the three men were tied and bound the three hooded entities began reading the life and times of each man. A question and answer session began and the group all chose a trial. Lucas, Ralph and the third man never spoke, just listened to the entities' versions of their lives in short.

An entity was going to each man and placing weights from a clamp that was put to their balls. Every time a bad review came from the entities on each man's life a weight was added to the clamp. The pain was immense and all three men moaned and whimpered from the strain put on their family jewels. Lucas of course was getting the most weights put to his nut sack that stretched dramatically from the heaviness.

"Lucas Burns, we find you to be a man after Satan's own heart," The entities claimed and his weights were removed and placed on Ralph's clamp. Therefore Ralph was practically in tears from the pain but dared not show it. He was a man that held his feelings well but his nuts couldn't take much more or they may tear from his body. "Therefore we find you acceptable to continue as a lawyer or a politician for your heart and soul is bound to hell forever."

They untied Lucas and allowed him to sit to the side in comfort as they finished judgment on the other two men. Finally they released the man that was with Ralph and Lucas and he too sat next to Lucas in somewhat comfort. His destiny was to be a musician or writer. Ralph stood tied and alone at the pole.

"Ralph Watson, you have still an opportunity to receive a Ticket to Heaven. We will keep you in torment and pain until the transformation. We will try to change your mentality to have you return here again." The entity said with a slight chuckle. Ralph's thoughts were of how he would do all he could to never return to Hell again. "Therefore we will instill that you become a preacher in your next life. That should almost guarantee your return." Laughing, the panel of deep red robed entities then left. 

Ralph remained at his pole for a long time with his nuts sagging from the weight's strain. He was almost to the point of passing out when they finally released him and brought all three men to a room off to the side of the forum.

(5) Reincarnate Karma

The hospital was busy as a woman screamed from the depths of a hospital room. "You fucking idiot I need pain medicine, NOW!" She screamed at the top of her lungs. The woman was giving birth and her yells could be heard down the hall.

"She's got a mouth on her," one of the nurses said smiling as she called for the doctor. The delivery room was buzzing with interns and doctors that came and went. Finally a blood curdling yell came from her as she delivered.

"It's a boy," the doctor said smiling as the woman continued to scream. The baby started crying and a nurse took the infant to clean. Then another yell came from her as she spat more obscenities. Then another baby cried out as the doctor pulled the child from between the mother's legs. 

"It's twins Mrs. Jones," the doctor said smiling. He held the baby for a moment and thought he had seen the baby smile. Smiling himself, he passed the infant to a nurse for clean up.

After a while the two infants lay side by side in the Hospital before their new mother. The mother put one in one arm and the other in her other arm with help from a nurse. "Aw, they're so precious," the nurse said as the mother stared at her new children. Then one of the babies kicked at the other baby and they all laughed. 

"Now, now, children. No fighting," the mother said.

"Have you figured out a name for them yet, Mr. Jones?" Asked one of the nurses as the man watched his wife adoring the infants. The babies began kicking each other more.

"We thought perhaps, Cain and Abel," the father said proudly. 

(edited by LadyShiane...Thanks again S~)



Ticket to Hell



It was the last day of our senior year of High school and Mark and I was just killing time till his little brother got out of school. We had a ritual that we started on the 12 years earlier; we would start a huge bond fire and burn all of our schoolbooks and papers from the year. Mark and I started to throw a football around, and after I was tackled by mark I started to yell. I must have yelled loader than I thought cause when we looked up there was Sister Mary.

She was younger then the other nuns in her mid 30's, and although her order dress in a very modest traditional habit it could not hide her perfect shape.

She immediately pulled Mark off me and stated to him "If your so eager to fight why not wrestle with her."

Mark quickly agreed and she lunged at him taking him to the ground. Her Vail and wriffle flew in the air as they rolled on the ground. She had the most wonderful head of hair that went to her ass. That she kept pined up in her Vail but was now fling free.

Then her blouse came open and revealed her ample breast 36c.

Marks pants came unbutton and unzipped as she finally lay on top of him pinning him.

I was dumbfounded for what I saw but I also had a huge hard on and I saw Sister look at it and give me smile.

She looked at Mark and said, " Well your done you and Rick better go clean up your mother is coming soon."

Mark and I walked away with out saying anything till we got to his home and then we didn't talk about what took place ever again.

In fact that was the last time I saw Mark as his entered the service and was shipped off to California the next week, we never even said good bye.

Two weeks would pass till I next saw Sister Mary, I just turned 18 at the 6:30 am Mass on Sunday. I was serving the Mass and before I could change out of my casset she asked if I would have time to talk to her. So we started to walk away from the church together when she asked " Rick you know the church grounds and school grounds better then any one do you know some place we can talk in private.

I told her I did and she asked me to wait and return with a picnic basket and said lead on.

I took her to a place only Mark and I knew of it was inside the shed building on the far end of the property. She said" the maintenance man and men's group would likely come there" Then I open I hidden trap door" They wont go down there!" I said.

I was a large secret room that was used for the Underground Railroad back before the civil war.

There was no light but a lantern that I lit. The floor was still covered by hay, as it was when it was used to hide slaves.

" This is perfect" she said and took out a blanket from the basket and lay down. 

"Come join me" she said, and so I sat down beside her.

She then said " Rick, I know you got excited when you saw me wrestle with Mark, and I just want you to know it is ok it is natural, and I am glad you kept what happen to yourself, I know I can trust you to keep what happens here as well. 

I became a nun very young I was 16 when I entered the order... Although I love being a teacher, I never known what it is to be a women and to be loved as a woman by a man.

I watch each year as young boys turn into men here and I can't help wanting to know what it is to have a lover and make love with them. I have read many books on the subject of love and sex and I have simulated my self often (my cock got very hard at the image of Sister masturbating) but it is not enough I want to feel my lover take me and love me as only a man can. 

I was going to do Mark right in front of you but he shot his fluid before I could even get started and his was so small, 

Then I saw yours protruding against your pants and well will you be my lover and make love to me?

I want to tell her god yes I wanted nothing more since I was 8 but before I could answer her, her lips was against mine. Her tong started probing my mouth like a cat trying to get a mouse out of his hole. We kiss long and deep. She moved my hand to fondle her right breast threw her blouse. She unbuttons my casset and her hands went for my pants. She unbuckled my belt and unbuttons my pants open the zipper as I fumbled unbuttoning her blouse, Sister Mary yank down my pants and underwear to free my cock. It was very ridged and as her soft hands fondled it she whispered " Now that's a cock! Hmmm" I almost shot my wad to her Sister talks dirty to me 

" Rick Love" she said, "there is something I always wanted to do can I?"

Before I could tell her yes she had moved down my body and started kissing my shaft.

I could not believe it. " I Oh Sister" she said, call me Ellen that was my name before I be came a Sister and now that you’re my man I don't think Sister Mary is appropriate."

She took my cock in her mouth holding it lightly with her teeth and moving her tong all over it thrust her head back and forth rapidly

She gave me my first and her first blowjob.

She started to take off her veil and wiffle but I begged her to leave them on and she did. She only stops sucking to catch her breath once.

With each inward thrust I could feel her tonuses against the opening of my cock.

Finally I came and filled her mouth

Umm she moaned and swallowed.

She was impressed that I did not lose my hard on.

She said, "I thought we would have to wait awhile for you to be that hard again but hey I'm not complaining!"

She said boy is it getting hot in here and took off her blouse. After I took off the casset and my shirt she let me remove her bra. It was black and see threw, very lacy, it had to snaps and hooks holding it. As I moved it away it was as though I unwrapped the most beautiful gift I had ever seen. Her breast were round and firm milk white with pink skin nearing the nipples. Her nipples were dark and stood out at least an inch.

I fondled both as I attacked her mouth as she did mind earlier.

"Baby suck on them they want you too." she cried

I sucked on tattooing them with hickeys. "I'll have to be careful when I shower that no one sees them " she said. She stood and undid her skirt. It feels to reveal a pair of thong panties that was almost a black g-string. "I got this to excite you but I see that was not necessary now!" She said.

"No it's great thank you " I replied.

Before me was standing the most beautiful women I ever saw long legs in black hoses, and prefect breasts

Brown deer eyes

And the reddest lips.

She removed the thong to reveal a small shaved pussy

She started to finger it as I joined her as I continued to pay attention to her nipples with my tong.

"Mmmmmmmm she moaned," Use that tong down here pushing my head into her pussy licking slow, she pointed out were to find what she called her clit.

I licked and blew her pussy for almost an hour.

Eat that pussy she would scream.

She then pushes me down like she did Mark. Explaining what it was she placed a condom on my cock and mounted me.

After about 3 minutes her pussy curtain ripped and she let out a scream but continued to pound me for about 30 more minutes.

Then felt her convulses and cum just as I exploded and did the same.

She did not bother to dismount nor did I loose my now numb hard on but she took out a cigarette from her veil where she hides them from mother super

And lit it.

As she took a drag I thanked her for the most earth shattering experience I every had. She said " no thank you" and offered me a drag. I held her close to me and kissed her neck.

She took out a bottle of wine and too glasses and we drank wine together.

We went threw one bottle of wine a loaf of bread a wheel of Brie, six condoms (although one broke)

And six hour of love making that day. We made love many times that summer but in the fall she was transferred any I never saw her again.

Some would say I had a straight ticket to hell because after all she married to god. But I would say she was the greatest gift God had given me. And I never even gave it a second thought has to how a nun would come by condoms and thong underwear, I was just glad she did.



Ticket to Nowhere



*Renee*

A boy was sitting in front of me, oblivious to my presence as he listened to his iPod. His hair was straight and silky golden blonde that sparkled in the sun. He had a defined jaw line and a cute nose, and luscious lips. Lips that reminded me of Alex's, and how they felt on my neck, my breasts, my clit... I bit my lip to stop my moan from escaping. I wondered if Alex was having as much trouble as I was. I looked back down at the boy in front of me, and he had apparently taken notice of me. His big blue eyes swept over my form as a smile spread across his face revealing pretty white teeth... He would be fun to play with. I introduced myself and began operation "flirt to kill boredom and stop thinking about sex". He told me his name but I couldn't remember it. He wasn't all that interesting, just a pretty face. I thought of Alex and missed him terribly. He was smart and much more sexy. Ignoring whatever "Abercrombie" was droning on about, I pulled out my phone to text Alex.

I got off the bus with a new number I'd never call. He was way too boring. I stared at my blank phone, waiting for the light to flash red, but nothing happened. I went to go buy my bus ticket to nowhere and then to line up - again. Perfect. I'd be alone for my apparent 2-hour and some odd minute long bus ride. I had booked a hotel room for myself, so at least I wouldn't be doing it twice in the same night. Thinking about my hotel room depressed me more. Alex and I would have so much fun together in that room... I thought about him surprising me there, pushing me against the wall as he made out with me, both of us fumbling with the room key. We would get inside the room, he would rip off my clothes and push me down on the bed. He would suck on one nipple hungrily, massaging the other one roughly before switching. Then he would kiss down my stomach, all the way to my clit... And he would tease me with his warm, wet tongue... A shiver raced through my body at the thought.

I looked around at my deserted platform. Great. I'd be the only person on the bus too. I boarded the bus and went all the way to the back, planning on sleeping or something. I made myself comfortable as the driver closed the doors. Just as we were about to pull away, I heard banging on the door and the driver opened them.

Some guy clambered onto the bus, his silhouette appearing to be heaving. Man, he sure was in a rush to get to nowhere. I wished I had missed the bus. After he paid his fare, mystery man started walking down the aisle, ignoring every empty seat as he headed... Straight for the back seat! Hadn't he ever heard of privacy? I was going to give him a piece of my mind but my thoughts were interrupted before I could organize them.

"Hey, Sexy," a very familiar husky voice drawled. I stared at him with disbelief. Alex?

He smirked at me, seemingly very pleased with himself. He looked around the empty bus stating, "well, we seem to have this bus to ourselves. That should be interesting Renee, don't you agree?" Images raced through my brain.

"Of course," I smiled up at him, grabbing one of his hands and pulling him right down beside me. Okay. So maybe this bus ride wouldn't be so terrible after all.

I attacked his lips with kisses, pushing my tongue into his mouth so he could suck on it. His hands were running frantically over my body, squeezing my boobs and ass underneath the material of my clothing. A very small part of me wondered why and how he was here, but I quickly forgot. Talking was overrated - I moaned instead.

Alex pulled me onto his lap, my legs straddling him. I caught my breath as he trailed kisses down my neck, igniting a fire deep with my body. I leaned my head back, moaning from all the attention he was giving me. After indulging, I pushed myself off of him, falling to my knees in between his legs. It was my turn to smirk as I looked up at him, and then buried my face in his crotch. I kissed along the outline of his hard cock, running my hands over it afterwards. Using my free hand, I undid his belt buckle and zipper. Still unsatisfied, I pulled his jeans, complete with boxers, down off of him exposing his rock hard cock to my hungry eyes. I placed small kisses up and down the length of it. I felt him shudder with delight and felt his cock pulse in my grip. I tightened my grip slightly, moving my encircled fingers up and down the length of him, satisfied when a moan left his lips.

"I'm so happy you're here Alex," I said emphatically as I teased the underside of the head of his cock. He nodded his head yes and tried to force it into my mouth, thrusting his hips upwards as he restrained my head with his hands. I guess he was happy to be here too. I smiled up at him as I slipped his entire cock inside of my mouth, sliding the warm wetness of it up slowly before sliding back down again. I was bringing him close...

Summoning up some strength from who-knows-where, Alex pulled himself out of my mouth and laid me down on the back seats of the bus. Thank god for the darkness. We were really taking a few risks here.

He made out with me briefly, his hands sliding up my bare legs under my skirt until they reached my underwear. He moved them aside and slipped one finger inside of me, silencing my moan with a kiss.

"You want more, don't you baby?" He asked and I nodded frantically, saying "please". He smiled and moved his head between my legs. I gasped as I felt his tongue assault my clit while his finger moved in and out of my slippery wetness.

After a bit of this, I couldn't stand to not have him inside of me. Every fiber of my being was craving to feel his cock buried in my insides as deep as it would go.

"Alex," I breathed. "I w-want, oh yes, more. P..lease. I just want you t-to be inside me!" When he didn't respond, I grabbed his hair and pulled his face up to look at me. "Fuck me, now!" I whispered sternly. He smiled beautifully, seemingly satisfied. 

"As you wish." He crawled over my prone figure, positioning the head of his cock at my entrance, thrusting lightly to tease me. I grabbed his ass and shoved him inside me; I didn't want to play games. I moaned and mumbled his name at the same time as he did.

"Why do you feel so damn good?" He panted and as he thrust inside me, deeper and deeper, grinding his hips against my pelvis. I was too caught up to form a coherent response. I grabbed his head and made out with him as he continued to fuck me. I slowed him down and slipped him out of me, pushing him up to a sitting position. I straddled him again, facing him as I slid down onto him; there was no resistance at all. I used the headrests of the seats as handles and as something to bite other than his neck - which I decided to do just then. As I moved my hips up and down, and gyrated them with him inside me, my tongue traced a similar pattern down his neck. He seemed just as gone as I was.

"Ren...ee...! I'm going to-to cum if you keep this up," Alex warned me, his head leaning back in bliss. I admired the contours of his neck and his shapely jaw line... He was so fucking hot.

"So, cum for me baby. Cum all over my insides, mark me as your own territory." He groaned and grabbed my waist, responding by increasing the tempo of his thrusts. He was obviously tempted by my offer.

"Not until you do," he insisted. That was fine. I was so close anyways. I felt his cock sliding in and out of me; I even felt it pulsing inside me. My walls tightened more around it in response. I felt myself riding the edge of my orgasm, on the brink of cumming. I ground my hips into his elevated pelvis, and felt everything in me explode as I hissed his name, burying my face in his neck to muffle it a bit. He kept thrusting as I came; I guess he was close too. A few seconds later his hands were all over my body, his lips claiming my own, gripping me as each wave of his orgasm hit him. I felt splash after splash of hot liquid fill my insides as his cock pulsed and quivered inside me.

I lay my head down on his shoulder as we both sat there, catching our breaths, enjoying our release. I thought about my awaiting hotel room and got excited again. The bus came to a stop and the lights flickered on as the driver announced our stop. I jumped off of him, readjusting myself as he quickly pulled up his pants. We grabbed our bags and ran up the aisle. I guess he was excited about our room too.

I sighed, inhaling the crisp country air as we stepped off the bus. Welcome to nowhere, population - Alex, my hotel room and me.



Ticket To Paradise



Oh, no! Toni Matthews thought as she saw the red, blue, and amber emergency lights flashing in her rear-view mirror and heard the shrill siren of the police car shrieking like a banshee. She was being pulled over by a California Highway Patrol officer. She’d been speeding, she knew, but maybe, if she was flirtatious, the officer would let her go with a warning. It would be her luck, she thought, that the cop would be a woman instead of a man.

She watched the officer open the door to the patrol car and step out into the bright sunshine, and she smiled. The cop was a man!

He wore the familiar tan uniform, with the dark stripe down the outside legs of the trousers, brown jackboots, a wide utility belt equipped with mace, a holstered revolver, a holstered baton, Mace, and handcuffs. A small microphone was clipped to his shoulder, and he wore mirrored sunglasses and the mandatory badges--one on his breast, the other on his hat. He walked toward Toni’s Mustang convertible with a brisk, no-nonsense stride, noting to himself that the top was down.

When he reached the driver’s side of the vehicle, he stopped just behind the front door. “Good afternoon, ma’am,” he said. “May I see your driver’s license and registration, please?” The name badge on his shirt, Toni noticed, read “Rogers.”

She took her license from the wallet in her purse and handed it to the officer. “The registration’s in the glove compartment,” she announced.

Patrolman Rogers nodded, and Toni opened the compartment, found the registration, and handed it to him.

“Do you know why I stopped you?” Patrolman Rogers asked.

Toni was tempted to answer with a smart-ass question of her own: “Don’t you know why?” Instead, she said nothing, as if his question had been rhetorical.

‘You were going seventy-five miles per hour in a sixty-five-mile-per-hour zone.”

Still, Toni said nothing.

Abruptly, the patrolman said, his voice no longer matter of fact, but curt, “Step out of the car.”

Toni released her seatbelt. She opened the door and swung her legs to her left. As she stood, she asked, “Is something wrong?”

“Step to the rear of the vehicle.”

Toni obeyed his command. “Is something the matter?” she repeated.

“Put your hands on the trunk of your car, and spread your legs.”

Toni frowned. She was wearing a mini-skirt, without panties, and she didn’t like the idea of assuming such a position. “What?”

“You heard me!” Patrolman Rogers shoved her against the trunk.

“Ouch!” Toni cried, protesting. “You hurt me!”

“Keep your hands flat on the trunk, and spread your legs,” he barked.

Toni did as she’d been told. She felt vulnerable, with nothing covering her buttocks and her genitals but the thin, tight mini-skirt.

Patrolman Rogers stepped behind her, close.

“What the hell!” Toni cried, starting, as she felt the cop’s hands close over her breasts.

He heaved his shoulder against hers, shoving her forward. “Don’t move!” he commanded. “Keep your palms flat on the good. I won’t tell you again!”

Toni pressed her hands against the metal, remaining motionless as the patrolman squeezed her breasts in his hands.

“Smooth, but soft,” he murmured. His face was close to Toni’s, and she could feel the heat of his breath upon her neck and the warmth of his body against her back and buttocks.

“What the hell is this?” she demanded.

She felt his hands slide away from her breasts and down her sides. They brushed over her hips, before clutching and squeezing her ass cheeks through the thin, tight mini-skirt.

“Firm,” he said, approval in his tone of voice, “but sleek. Nice!” His hands came around her upper thighs, and he slid the mini-skirt up, his fingers grasping her cock and balls. “Those are nice, too,” he declared.

“Who the hell do you think you are?” Toni demanded. “What’s the meaning of this outrage?”

“Your driver’s license lists your sex as male,” Patrolman Rogers explained smugly, “but you sure don’t look like a man. I had to check things out.” He released her. “You’re a man, all right--a drag queen.”

“I am not a drag queen,” Toni corrected him.

“Oh? What the hell are you, then?”

“I’m a transsexual.”

Patrolman Rogers laughed. “That’s the same thing, isn’t it?”

“No, it most certainly is not!”

He chuckled at her outrage. “What’s the difference, then?”

“A drag queen is a gay man who dresses in women’s clothing,” she replied. “A transsexual is a person, male or female, who is trapped in the body of the opposite sex. Physically, I’m a man--except for my breasts--or in spite of my breasts--but, psychologically, I’m a woman.”

Patrolman Rogers laughed again, more loudly. “Maybe you’re just fucking nuts,” he challenged her.

“Am I under arrest?”

The patrolman gave her a measured, appraising look. Maybe this bitch had more spunk than he’d given her credit for, he thought. “No, you’re not under arrest.”

“Then I’m free to leave?”

“Yes.”

Toni took her hands off the trunk of her car. She stormed past Patrolman Rogers, and returned to the driver’s side of her Mustang. She opened the door, climbed behind the steering wheel, and slammed the door shut. Before she could start her engine, however, Patrolman Rogers was beside her, a ticket in his hand.

“Don’t forget this,” he said, passing the ticket to her.

“You’re giving me a ticket?” she protested.

He grinned. “Don’t worry. It’s just a warning ticket.”

She snatched the ticket from his hand. “Anything else?” she demanded.

“Just this.”

He handed her a slip of paper.

“What’s this?”

“My telephone number.”

“Why would I want your telephone number?”

“I think you’re hot,” he confessed, “despite--or maybe because--of your extra equipment. Call me.”

Toni started her engine. She was careful not to peel rubber as she left the shoulder and reentered the freeway’s traffic, leaving the patrolman standing on the side of the highway. As he receded into the distance, his erect figure, in the starched uniform, became smaller and smaller. Toni was glad to be rid of him.

Patrolman Rogers had been handsome, though, Toni thought. He was tall, solidly built, with a great body--wide shoulders, deep chest, flat stomach, and muscular arms and legs. From what she’d seen of the back and sides of his head, he had curly black hair. She hadn’t seen his eyes behind the mirrored sunglasses, but she imagined that they were the color of dark chocolate. Of course, they might be blue or green or hazel or even golden. His authoritative manner had been exciting, too, if, at the same time, obnoxious. She glanced at the slip of paper on which he’d written his name, “Dave,” and his telephone number. “I think you’re hot,” he’d admitted, “despite--or maybe because--of your extra equipment. Call me.”

Should she?

She recalled the way he’d taken charge of her, ordering her to place the flats of her hands against her trunk and spread her legs. Then, he’d felt her up, squeezing her breasts in his powerful hands, caressing her sides, and gripping the cheeks of her ass. He’d made rude remarks as he’d manhandled her, too, which, at the time, she’d found offensive, but now seemed erotic. When he’d grabbed her cock and balls, Toni thought she’d get an erection. If she’d had, she’d have been mortified. Fortunately, she hadn’t, although she almost certainly would have, had Dave persisted in fondling her genitals. She’d been aroused, as well as angered, by his impersonal treatment. The way he’d ordered her about, the manner in which he’d treated her--as if she were a thing, rather than a person--and the insulting comments he’d made to her, all disgusting at the time, now seemed somehow sexy. Toni’s cock was hard beneath the thin, tight fabric of her mini-skirt. She hoisted the pleated skirt and glanced down at her penis. It stood upright, stiff and swollen, above the risen balls within her taut scrotum. Toni lowered her right hand into her lap, wrapped her fingers around her erect penis, and began to stroke herself as she thought of the nasty way Patrolman Dave Masters had treated her. She realized that she was a masochist, but recognition, although disturbing, was also sexy.

As she masturbated, she recalled his stern tone of voice, his curt manner, his arrogant behavior, now insulting, now dismissive, and the brutish way he’d clutched and squeezed her breasts, buttocks, and genitals, as if she were a slave to do with as he pleased. On top of his abusive treatment, he’d had the audacity to demand that she telephone him. No doubt, he intended to abuse her further, perhaps on a regular basis.

Toni’s cock had swelled further, and it was harder, too. She pumped her hand harder and faster, as her curled fingers tightened on the straining shaft, images of Patrolman Rogers flashing in her mind--the mirrored sunglasses that showed her own anxious face, rather than his eyes, the police uniform, the belt equipped with the tools of his violent trade--a revolver, Mace, a baton, handcuffs--the highly polished jackboots, the badge, his powerful hands kneading her breasts. She recalled his harsh words, the insults he’d uttered, and his heartless laughter at her transsexuality. When she’d tried to explain that she was a woman trapped in a man’s body, he’d laughed harshly and declared, “Maybe you’re just fucking nuts.” Her penis began to wilt. Suddenly, Patrolman Rogers’ abusive treatment of her no longer seemed sexy. It seemed cruel and hurtful. Her prick softened more, dwindling in her hand. She released the softening, shrinking organ as a tear coursed down her cheek.

The memory of his uncaring laughter flooded her with memories of the way others--mostly men--had treated her and recollections of her transsexual sisters’ horror stories. Men like Dave Rogers had savagely beaten transsexuals. Some shemales had even been killed by men who’d regarded them as freaks. Even gay men sometimes attacked transsexuals, regarding them not as queer but as beyond queer. Patrolman Rogers cared nothing about Toni or her plight as a woman trapped inside a man’s body.

Toni had been a female, inside, as long as she could remember, but society, her parents included, had insisted she behave as the boy whom, according to her genitals, she was. She’d been denied dolls, tea parties, sleepovers, skirts and dresses and panties and jewelries, the company of boys, and the thousand other pleasures, large and small, that genetic girls enjoyed simply by being themselves.

Although Toni was beautiful, and more attractive than many genetic women, she had to be careful with her every mannerism, her every gesture, and her every word, to make sure she didn’t slip. The way she held herself, the way she walked or sat, the way she crossed her legs--any, or all, or any of a hundred other things--could give her away as an imposter, as a “female impersonator” rather than a woman in the making. In calling her a “drag queen,” Patrolman Rogers had voiced one of Toni’s deepest secret fears--that others would consider her to be a man in women’s clothing rather than a woman trapped inside a man’s body who was taking measures to correct nature’s mistake. She’d undergone hours of counseling, hormone therapy, painful electrolysis, and even a few operations, although she planned to keep her penis and testicles. She had full, feminine breasts, a round bottom, killer legs, and a lovely face. She felt like the woman she was inside or, rather, like a new creature, part male and part female without being either. She felt like a third sex, and her androgynous nature thrilled and excited her. She was content to have both feminine breasts and womanly buttocks while retaining her masculine genitals. Many transsexuals were; not all went through the complete cycle, submitting to castration and the replacement of their penises and testicles with man-made vaginas, fashioned from their inverted penises and fitted with labia created from a roll of abdominal fat or other tissue. Toni was one of these stunning creatures, a shemale or ladyboy, who was both male and female while being neither sex.

Tears flowed freely down her cheeks, warm and heavy, and she wiped them away with the back of her hand. The patrolman’s cruel laughter and abusive manner flashed in her mind, and she felt miserable. Most of the time, her masochistic thoughts were pleasant, because fanciful, but she found no pleasure in the memory of the cop’s harsh laughter and his challenge that maybe, instead of a victim of gender dysphoria, Toni was just “fucking nuts.” To add insult to injury, the bastard had even had the gall to give her his telephone number and command her to call him!

Through the veil of her tears, Toni saw the slip of paper on which he’d written his name and number. She snatched it from the seat beside her and tossed it out of her vehicle. A gust of wind caught the paper, and the slip somersaulted through the air, zipping past the cars and trucks behind Toni’s Mustang.

She smiled, glad to be rid of the bastard.

A moment later, red, blue, and amber emergency lights flashed in her rear-view mirror and heard the shrill siren of the police car.

Damn! She was being pulled over by another California Highway patrol officer.

She drove off the highway, onto the shoulder, and stopped. The police cruiser rolled to a halt behind her, and the door on the driver’s side of the vehicle opened. A smaller version of Patrolman Rogers exited the police car. This patrolman wore the same starched uniform, the same badge, and the same equipment of revolver, cuffs, Mace, and baton, but no sunglasses, mirrored or otherwise. As the patrolman approached Toni, she saw that this officer also wore makeup--nothing heavy, just a hint of eye shadow, blush, and lip gloss--and she had long hair, done up in a bun, and there was a hint of her ample breasts beneath the heavy fabric of her shirt. Her name badge read “J. Summers.” What did the “J” stand for? Toni wondered. Jennifer? Julie? Jane? Janet?

“Do you know why I stopped you?” the police officer asked.

It seemed unlikely to Toni that she’d get off with another warning. Initially, it had been something of a miracle, she’d thought, to receive a warning ticket from Patrolman Rogers, especially considering his insensitive and abusive manner. Then, she remembered that most abusive husbands treated their wives with gentleness and tenderness and apparent love after beating them half to death so their women would be confused enough to stay with their abusers and submit, again and again, to more abuse, until they finally wised up enough to divorce the creeps or ended up on a coroner’s slab. She assumed that the warning ticket--which came with Patrolman Rogers’ telephone number--had been a similar ploy. No, she wouldn’t be fortunate enough to get a second warning ticket, not unless. . . . Until she’d realized that this patrolman wasn’t a man, but a woman, Toni had considered offering him a blowjob if he’d let her off with a warning. After all, the fine for littering, which had to be the reason she’d been stopped, was stiff in California--$1,000. She didn’t mind sucking a cop’s cock for a grand, but, of course, she had a bit of a problem. This cop, who had her ticket book open, with pen poised, wasn’t a man.

“Ma’am?” the officer repeated, “Do you know why I stopped you?”

“You’re feeling horny?” Toni asked, as if she were joking. There was no humor in her eyes, though, and there was no mistaking the invitation that her tone of voice implied.

The cop’s eyes narrowed. She looked offended and angry.

Toni gulped. “I’m sorry, if--”

“Don’t be sorry,” J. Summers interrupted. “You’re right. I am horny.”

Toni flashed a bright smile. “Your car or mine?”

“Actually, I’m due to get off in ten minutes. I was on my way home when I saw that paper fly out of your car.”

“Your place, then?”

J. Summers smiled, revealing white, even teeth between soft, sensuous lips. “You can follow me.”

Toni hesitated. “There’s just one thing.”

“What’s that?”

Toni fished in her purse and found her license, the one that identified her as a male. She handed the license to the police officer. “I’m a transsexual.”

Officer Summers smiled. “That’s no problem,” she announced. “I think transsexuals are the sexiest creatures on the planet--especially transsexuals as gorgeous as you.” She handed Toni her license back, and the shemale returned it to her purse. She watched as the cop returned to her car. J. Summers was sexy as hell, Toni thought, with full breasts, a tight, round bottom, and long legs that would be sleek as silk. Although Toni preferred men to women, she also liked to make love to someone of her own sex on occasion, and Patrolman J. Summers was a beautiful lesbian, no doubt about it. It would be a pleasure to bring her pleasure--and Toni would save a thousand dollars, too.

As she followed the police car back into the freeway traffic, Toni grinned, thinking that, if Patrolman Rogers had issued her a ticket to hell, Officer Summers had given her a ticket to paradise.



Ticket to Paradise



I've always wondered what it would be like to do it with a white guy. But I never got my chance. Until tonight.

Hi, I'm Felicia. 

I'm built like a brick house, as the song says. I'm five-three, and I'm packing a 32DD-24-32 figure. Yep, I got the booty, baby. My skin is the color and consistency of chocolate pudding. My hair is straight, jet black, past my shoulders, and glossy. My eyes are coffee brown.

So anyway, when I got ready for work the other morning, I reminded myself that I needed to wear something that would go from "office" to "concert." And I was really excited -- my boyfriend Reggie was taking me to see the Ne-Yo concert tonight!

I was really looking forward to it.

The only problem was, the concert started like about half an hour after we both got off work. And so, since I take the subway to work, that left me no time to wear something "sensible" to work, then go home and change, and come back down town for the concert.

So I had to bite the bullet. I would sacrifice looking comfy, for looking sexy. A small sacrifice for a woman to make, when her man was taking her to the concert that everyone in the office was talking about.

I really went for a look with maximum impact. First I slipped on a red sweater with a diving v-neck, that really showed off some cleavage. Then I pulled on a black leather knee length skirt, and zipped it up. I wore no panties, of course. It kind of ruins the "second skin" effect of leather when you bend over, and, instead of seeing what a great booty I have, people can see panty lines show through. Nope, not sexy at all. 

Finally I found my favorite pair of boots -- black patent leather, with a 4 inch high, slender, pointed, stiletto heel. I slipped them on, and zipped them up.

Zzzzzziiiiiip. Zzzzzziiiiip.

I drew my hair up in a bun, with bangs framing my face. Then I hustled down the street. My god, I felt so tall and sexy walking down the street in four inch heels, the click click click following me as I walked.

I made it to the subway with plenty of time. I glanced at my watch. I wanted to giggle. It seems I walk much faster in four inch heels than I do in flat sneakers. Part of the great unexplainable, as my office buddy George would say. 

I felt a smile on my face, just thinking about him. George worked in the cubicle right next to mine, on the tenth floor. I sometimes wonder what would I do without George. He is so funny and sweet, and cute, too. He's short, and has a stocky build, has scruffy blond hair, and wears glasses with square frames.

In my high heels, I'm the same height as he is.

It's a wonder that he doesn't have women beating down his door. I definitely get the feeling, though, that he likes me. I've seen him looking at my legs, when I wear a skirt or dress. If I didn't have a boyfriend, maybe I'd fulfill my interracial fantasy.

Hell, maybe I'll fulfill it anyway.

So, after the usual hectic commute on the subway, filled with lusty, erotic thoughts about what I would do to dear George, mainly centering on "working" late with him on some project, I stepped out of the elevator on the tenth floor, walked down the hall, my heels clicking on white tile, and went inside.

George looked up, as soon as I sat at my cubicle.

"Good morning, Felicia."

I smiled at him. "Good morning, baby. How you doing?"

"I can't wait for tonight."

I said, "Really? Me, neither. What's your big plans?"

George actually smiled. He had a cute smile. "I'm having sushi at Master Cho's, and then I'm going to the Ne-Yo concert tonight."

I smiled. "Wow, really? Sounds like a big night."

George grinned. "I can't wait. What about you?"

"I'm going, too. Reggie's taking me."

George lost some of his grin. "Hope you enjoy the concert."

"Do I look okay, baby? What do you think of my outfit?"

"You look wonderful, Felicia. I've never seen you wear leather."

I said, "Really? I should wear leather for you more often."

George had a hopeful look. "What would Reggie say?"

I winked at George. "He doesn't have to know, baby."

Later that day, my friend Bianca came over. I smiled up at her.

"What's up, girl?"

She said, "Just came over to say hey."

We both said, "Heeeyyyy."

"You busy today?"

I snorted. "Baby girl, I'm busy every day."

"I heard that. Listen, baby, Reggie was looking for you earlier."

I nodded. "Yeah, I know. You know just as well as I do, that sometimes I can't control when I take my breaks."

Bianca made a stop gesture. "Hey, say no more, baby. I'm on your side. Just letting you know, that Reggie is down in the break room right now, if you have a minute."

I locked my computer, and stood up from my desk. "Time to see just how comfortable these boots are. Let's go take a break."

Bianca was a lighter skinned woman than I was -- caramel or butterscotch. Plus, she had colored her hair a pale golden blonde. She had these hella long French nails, and to top it off, she was wearing a sleeveless red coat dress, that flattered her slender figure and made her look ten feet tall, especially with the high heeled open toed sandals she was wearing. Damn if they weren't as high as my boots.

Out in the hallway, I said, "You looking good, baby girl. They allow you to wear that shit here?"

Bianca laughed. "Hey, I do my job, I'm never late, and I don't spread rumors and shit about anybody."

I pressed the button for the elevator. "That's a tall order."

"Around here, yeah. But it can be done." She followed me onto the elevator. The doors closed. "Speaking of which, how's it going with you and George? You must know by now, that he really likes you."

I smiled. "Yes. I do know. But as long as I am with Reggie, things will stay strictly friendly between us."

Bianca made a noise. "Friends? I've seen you look at George and get wet."

"I do not!"

Bianca laughed. "Yes, you do, baby. I can tell by the look on your face when you're all aroused and shit. And I know you ain't wearing panties today."

I laughed, too. "Okay, Bianca, okay, I admit it. I like him."

"So, what are you going to do about Reggie?"

I said, "For right now, nothing."

"Nothing!"

I said, "Why do you think I'm all dressed up like this for, anyway? Reggie is taking me to the concert tonight."

Bianca made a noise of anticipation. "Oh, yeah. My husband and I are going to the concert tonight, too. We've been waiting all week."

The elevator door swooshed open.

Bianca said, "So, what are you going to do? Break up with Reggie tonight, and fuck George tomorrow?"

I laughed, blushed, and made frantic shushing sounds. "Bianca, would you stop? Let's get into the break room before I tape your mouth shut."

Bianca laughed back. "I don't think security would like another cat fight."

And then we went into the break room. To find Reggie, having some kind of a conversation with George.

Bianca and I exchanged glances. 

George was saying, "No way. I am not letting you have my ticket."

"Why not? It isn't like you're taking a girl or anything."

I winced at my boyfriend's insensitive comment.

"Man, it's not my fault that I have the ticket for the seat next to yours. The probability of that happening, is astronomical, in fact. And the price will be, too."

Reggie frowned. "What?"

George scoffed at him. "You don't seriously think I'm just going to give you this ticket? I want to see this show as much as you do."

"Okay. Fine. How much for the ticket?"

"Two hundred dollars. Take it or leave it."

Reggie almost lost it. I don't think he's used to someone refusing to bow and scrape at his feet. "Two hundred dollars? You must be joking."

George said coldly, "No, what you need to ask yourself is, what would your girlfriend say when she finds out she's not going to the concert of the year?"

I said, "I'd be very disappointed."

Both of them looked at me. 

George said, "Sorry, Felicia. I know how that sounded."

"I don't blame you, George." I looked at Reggie. I put on a sweet voice. "Baby, what on earth is going on here?"

Reggie had a look on his face that said I had the worst timing in the world. Then he said, "I was only able to get one ticket to the concert, Felicia. There was only one seat left, and the seat next to this ticket --"

"Is the ticket that George has. Right?"

I folded my arms over my boobs. I started tapping my right boot on the floor. I was in Angry Black Woman mode.

Behind me, Bianca said, "I think I'll be going now."

"See you later, baby girl." Then I turned back to Reggie. "So, let me guess. You were trying to get George's ticket?"

Suddenly Reggie couldn't meet my eyes. He muttered, "Yeah."

"Do you know how long George has been waiting for this night?"

Reggie pointed out, "Almost as much as you have."

I nodded. "But, I could not go to this concert, knowing I had deprived George of his chance to go."

Reggie sighed an exasperated sigh. "Felicia, there's this concept called scarcity. In this case, it means there are only so many tickets to be sold. Someone is going to miss out on the concert. And I would rather that it not be me."

I started tapping my boot faster. "You do mean us, don't you?"

Reggie swallowed, and started to sweat. "Yeah. I meant us."

I walked slowly towards Reggie. "You were planning to take me to this concert, weren't you, baby?" My voice was no longer sweet. It was icy cold.

Through the corner of my eye, I saw George grin. He said, "I think Bianca has a good idea. I'll be going, too."

I wanted to laugh. But I was too angry right then. I spared George a brief glance and a smile as he left. Then I turned back to Reggie. "I would have never thought that you were capable of this. You lied to me, baby. You told me 'everything was fine.'"

Reggie made a placating gesture. "Yes, and everything was going to be fine. I was just going to get George's ticket."

"But he wasn't going along with it?"

Reggie muttered, "No. He wasn't."

There was a long silence, broken only by the sound of my boot tapping on the tile floor. Then I finally said, "Perhaps I might be able to get it from him."

Reggie frowned. "How?"

"Perhaps another form of payment can be arranged."

"What are you talking about?"

"Well, it's obvious that you, the man for whom money is no object for his girl, doesn't have 200 dollars. So, perhaps he might respond to an alternate idea."

"Felicia --"

"Yes, perhaps if I sucked his dick, we can both go to the concert, and you can salve your wounded pride."

Reggie sighed. He knew he was in a corner. And either way out of the corner, was not a way he wanted to go. He had no choice.

I turned on my heel, and went for the door. "I'll text you when I have the ticket."

I took the elevator back up to the tenth floor, found my cubicle, and sat down.

George didn't even look at me.

I returned to my work. Finally, after half an hour of us not talking, I couldn't bear it any longer. I pushed with my heels against the desk, and wheeled my chair over to George's cubicle.

I said, "Baby?"

George turned very slightly. "Felicia."

"You know I don't blame you for being selfish."

George's face was set. "Yeah. I know."

"Which is why I can't bear to even say the words, because I know you've been looking forward to this night, as much as anyone in this building."

"But you want me to give you my ticket."

I shook my head. "No. I thought we might make it an exchange." I paused. I was ready to submit to his wishes. And afraid to. "Anything you want. In exchange for that ticket. Baby, you know they're sold out."

He grunted. "Anything I want, huh?"

"Yes. Anything you want. I'd gladly give it."

Now he turned to face me. "But I'll still miss the concert."

I swallowed, over a lump in my throat. "Yes, baby."

He was silent for a long minute. "Tomorrow, we have to stay late, to finish that stupid project."

I nodded. "Yes. I remember."

"If it was up to me, it would have been finished tonight. But the only thing anyone can talk about is this damn concert." He inhaled deeply. "So, tomorrow night, you and I will stay late and finish it."

I nodded. "Okay. Is there something you'd like me to wear?"

"Something leather. I'll leave the rest up to you." Then he went into his desk drawer and pulled out his ticket. "I wouldn't sell this to your boyfriend. But I would give it to you."

In front of everyone, I pulled him to me and kissed him, long and passionately. "Oh my god, baby, thank you."

He grinned, in spite of himself. "No problem."

"You know I'll make it worth your while, don't you?"

"Just enjoy the concert."

============

The next morning, I came into the room, and sat at my cubicle.

Today I wore "sensible" clothes to work -- grey cotton top, black pants, and white sneakers. But I had something a little sexier in my purse. For when everyone was gone. Just for George. Namely, I had a black satin camisole, black leather miniskirt, and patent leather pumps. My purse was heavy, but it was one of those larger ones.

I saw he wasn't in his cubicle. But his computer was locked, so he was here some where. I busied myself booting up my system. But at the same time, I was wondering where he was.

As my system booted up, my question as to George's whereabouts got answered, when he came in the room, talking and laughing with Bianca.

Bianca was looking fabulous, dressed in a spanking white blazer and knee length skirt, and white leather pumps with the most outrageously high heels I've ever seen. Her blonde hair was pulled up and back in a tight bun. Her white outfit set off her skin. 

Bianca was saying how much she had enjoyed the concert. "And then, at the end, he sang 'Sexy Love!' I love that song. It was the perfect way to end the show."

George said, "I have to agree. That would have been perfect."

Bianca frowned. "'Would have been'? Weren't you there? I though you had a ticket, baby?"

George turned slightly, so he could look at both of us, as he explained to Bianca what had happened.

I could only stare at my monitor.

Bianca gave him a big hug. "Shit, baby, that was some wonderful shit you did, giving her your ticket. You trying to kill her with kindness, or what?" She looked at me pointedly, then back at George. "Baby, if she doesn't suck your dick for that ticket, call me, and I'll do it. I'll suck your dick like you've never had it sucked."

George blushed. "Thanks. I'll note that for future reference."

Bianca shook her head. "I'm not kidding, baby. You call me."

George turned bright red. "Okay. But what about your husband?"

Bianca smiled. "We have an agreement -- what happens at work, stays at work." She turned for the door. "Call me."

George turned from the door, then sat at his cubicle. He didn't say a word.

I turned to him and said, "Did you tell her about us staying late?"

I saw the light go on over his head. "No. I thought you were going to."

I smiled. "Maybe I will."

During my lunch break, I got to do just that -- and something else.

Before I talked to Bianca, I met Reggie. He had the nerve to say to me, "So, I hope you haven't forgotten about dinner tonight?"

"Baby, I think it's you that's forgotten -- I have to stay late tonight."

He made a dismissive gesture. "George can finish that thing in his sleep."

I shook my head. "Do you think I got that ticket from without some kind of trade? I said I would help him tonight."

Reggie said, "I'll talk to Walter, have you released --"

"No, you won't. You will do no such thing."

"But --"

"No, buts, Reggie. I promised George I would help him tonight. I've already spoken to our boss about it, and I will not weasel out of it. Unlike some people."

Reggie swallowed visibly, and started to sweat. "Just what are you saying?"

"I'm saying that we're through, Reggie. Plain and simple. We're through. Don't send text messages any more, don't call me any more. If you do or say anything to affect my standing here at work, I will go down to HR."

Reggie wiped his brow with his sleeve. "Okay."

I went through the line, paid for my lunch, and managed to find Bianca sitting at an empty table, for once. "Hi."

Bianca looked up. "Hey, girl! Have a seat."

"Thanks."

"I heard your little drama with Reggie just now."

I rolled my eyes. "I should have known he was going to try to pull some shit like this. I just didn't see it coming."

"So, what are you going to do about George?"

I grinned devilishly. "Didn't you know, George and I are going to stay late to finish that project."

Bianca made her eyebrows move up and down. "Sounds like fun. Did you bring something more comfortable to slip in to?"

"You know it, girl!" We cackled and did a high five. "You want to join us?"

Bianca sat back and thought about it. "I've never been with a white guy."

"Me neither. But my pussy is wet just thinking about it."

"I've got to admit, I'm curious."

"What about your husband?"

Bianca grinned. "What happens in the office, stays in the office."

Six pm. Everyone had gone home for the night.

I turned to George and said, "Baby, I just need to go the ladies' room for a minute, I'll be right back, okay?"

"Okay."

I looked around the room, just to make sure there were no stragglers who decided to stay late, as well. But there was nobody else.

So I went out into the hallway and down to the ladies' room, to change into my sexy little outfit. I pulled off my sneakers first. Then I reached in back for the zipper to my black slacks.

And then the door opened. It was Bianca.

"Hey, Felicia. Didn't mean to scare you."

I shook my head. "You didn't."

"Were you in the middle of slipping into something more comfortable?"

I wiggled my eyebrows. "As a matter of fact, yes I was."

"Can I see what you brought?"

I unzipped my leather bag. "Take a look."

Bianca first took out a pair of black patent leather pumps, with five inch heels. "Oooo, grrrl, you really going for the slut factor, aren't you?"

I blushed. "I'm letting my inner Naughty Girl out to play."

"Let's see what else you got in here." She pulled out a black satin camisole next. "Mmm, nice. What else?" 

I reached into my purse and pulled out the black leather miniskirt.

Bianca said, "Damn, girl."

We both giggled. "Want to help me get dressed?"

I turned around and held my arms up. Bianca quickly pulled off my cotton top, letting her hands brush my breasts.

I said, "Bianca, are you helping me get ready, or are you seducing me?"

Bianca said, "In both senses. Baby, you can't go back in there with dry pussy."

"No, I suppose not. What's next?"

"Your pants."

I stood there, waiting. 

Bianca suddenly said, "Assume the position, bitch!"

I turned and put my hands on the counter top. Bianca unzipped my pants, and drew them down my legs. Without me asking, she also took off my panties.

Playing the role, I said, "Please, not my panties, too?"

I felt myself shiver when she ran her long fingernails over my pussy. In the mirror I saw her lean forward. "You've been a bad little girl, haven't you?"

I moaned. "Yes."

Bianca lightly spanked my booty. "I can't hear you."

"Yes, Bianca, I've been a bad girl!"

"Are you a nasty black bitch, Felicia?"

"Yes, Bianca, I'm a nasty black bitch!"

Bianca grabbed my arm and spun me around. Suddenly she laughed. "I have to admit, this is fun."

I laughed too. "Yeah. But let's save some for George, remember?"

Bianca suddenly cupped my chin. "Yes. You have a ticket to pay for."

My pussy was so wet, I was surprised that juices weren't dribbling down my thighs.

Bianca and I walked stately into the office.

I'm feeling sex-y! I wanna hear you say my name, boy!

George had changed, too, in a way -- he had his shoes off, and his feet up on his desk, his keyboard in his lap, as he went through the report.




Ticket to Paradise



I went up behind him, and ran my nails through his hair. "Hey, baby." I spun him around, and sat in his lap. "How's about taking a break from that nasty old report?"

George swallowed. "Sounds good."

"How do you like my outfit?"

"You look very sexy, Felicia."

Bianca said, "What about me, baby?"

George swallowed. "Of course. Both of you look great."

Bianca smiled wide enough to show her perfect white teeth. "Thank you, baby. You know we did this for you, right?"

George blushed. "I was hoping."

I said, "Well, I have to thank you somehow for that ticket." And I bent down slightly, and kissed him.

Oh my god, it was wonderful! 

Especially when I put my tongue in his mouth, I felt a sensual connection -- a sexual connection -- with every part of my body. I felt my breasts grow, my nipples harden, and my pussy reach such a state of arousal I've never known before.

I reached down between George's legs, and stroked his cock.

"Hmm, looks like someone is having an erection."

George grunted. "Yeah. Definitely."

Bianca leaned down and kissed George herself. "Felicia here wants to suck your dick in exchange for that ticket. Think you can handle that, baby?"

George gasped as I unzipped his fly. "Yeah."

"Well, why don't I get started?"

I slipped off his lap, got in between his legs, and turned to face his dick, standing at full erection. I slowly circled my tongue around the head, licked the shaft from hilt to tip, and finally took him in my mouth.

My god, his cock tasted wonderful! It was smaller than Reggie's, but that meant that I wouldn't choke to death on his cock, at least.

I really went to town on it.

Things really started getting freaky, when I felt Bianca caress my booty, then my legs, and then put her hand up my skirt -- and touch my pussy! This was some freaky shit! First, she rang the tips of her nails along my pussy lips. I almost stopped sucking George's cock when she did that. I moaned while I sucked his cock.

Then, she slipped her long nails inside my pussy!

I said, "Mmmm!"

Bianca said, "Don't talk with your mouth full, bitch!"

I kept to my task -- pleasing George.

I let his cock pop out, but kept stroking it with my nails. "Am I sucking your cock real good, George?"

George nodded, jerkily. "Yeah. Definitely."

Bianca pushed my head back down. "Shut up and suck his cock, bitch! You still have to make him come! And you'd better swallow!"

Bianca was becoming a real freak. I wondered if she was this way with her husband at home. But when she started fucking my pussy with her long French nails, no questions existed in my mind -- only how good this shit felt!

And she fucked my pussy in the same pace I sucked on George's cock!

I could feel my pussy getting tighter and tighter and tighter .... OOOHHHH!!!!

At the same time, I felt George's cock get harder and harder and harder -- and then it jerked inside my mouth.

He grunted loudly. I felt his hot white man goop gush into my mouth.

Then his cock went limp in my mouth.

I noticed some goop had run down my chin. Bianca reached over to clean it off, and put her fingers in her mouth. Then she kissed me.

I looked at George. "So, baby, how was that? Think you can concentrate on your work now?"

George looked at me and grinned. "Yeah, I think so." He looked over at Bianca. "Guess you won't have to do it, after all."

Bianca winked at George. "Things can change, baby. Things can change."

George blushed up to the roots of his blonde hair. Then he coughed and said, "Come on. Let's get back to work, Felicia."



Ticket to Ride



I had been scheduled to return home Friday evening, around eight. Dan Wilkins and I had traveled to Boston to pitch our company's products to several major buyers. We were doing quite well, or so it seemed. It would be a few weeks before we received a definitive answer from our clients. Friday morning we were notified at 8 AM that our meeting for the day had been canceled and would not be rescheduled for at least a week. Since we had nothing to keep us in Bean Town, we headed back to Pa.

I had some things that Karen had been harping on me to finish around the house, so I was glad to get home early to work on them. I had ridden with Dan and he dropped me off at my house around 2 PM. I went and changed into some work clothes and gathered up a few tools. 

Years ago, we had added a bedroom and master bathroom to our house. That gave each of our two kids their own room. They were out of the house now, but things were tight when they were younger. We tried to save a little money by putting the addition on a three-foot crawl space, rather than a full basement. I had fashioned a trap door in my closet that allowed me to drop into the crawlspace from inside the room. I also had a panel on the wall in the backyard if I needed to enter or exit the crawlspace from the outside. To open the trap door, I had to close the closet door most of the way so the bi-fold doors didn't restrict the opening of the trapdoor.

I gathered everything and dropped down below the bedroom. Three feet is better than a lot of spaces under rooms, but it was still difficult to move very well. I crawled over to the pipes that led to the master bathroom with my wrenches. I noticed that the rat poison I left under the bathroom floor was mostly untouched. I had a red squirrel problem a year ago. I never told Karen, but I bought a pellet gun and spent most of a weekend down there, hoping to drop the little bastards, like a regular Wyatt Earp! It was a machismo thing, and I actually had a lot of fun.

Karen was away at her sister's place that weekend and I must have missed a couple squirrels a few dozen times. I had those pellets bouncing all over. Then I had the idea of putting an empty soda can in a corner and shooting at it. After a few hours and a few hundred shots, I was able to hit the D in the 'Mountain Dew' can at about ten feet. I had become a sharpshooter! I never saw the squirrels after that. I guess a firing range is not the type of place an animal wants to frequent. By the end of the weekend, I had grown bored with the game and had stuffed some cement in their access hole and left poison out for the varmints. 

I was under the bathtub, trying to loosen the rusted fittings that held the drain. It had become clogged to the point where water slowly filled the tub when we showered, and no amount of Drano would remedy the situation. I was going to take the bull by the horns and take the drainpipe off and either clear out the obstruction, or replace the pipe. 

I have found that it is necessary to first rip the skin off a few knuckles before any serious plumbing can be performed. I had just managed that task when my cursing was interrupted by footsteps. It was way early for Karen to be home, but there was no reason for anyone else to be in my bedroom. I had visions of her running the shower about the time I removed the drainpipe and a small flood washing over me. I crawled back to the trap door to warn her to not use the water in the tub.

As I reached the trapdoor, I heard a man's voice. That seemed really odd and I started getting a bad feeling. I slowly stood up through the door. I had the top half of my body showing in the closet. I had closed the closet door almost completely, so I was not seen. 

Karen was undressing quite casually. At least, I thought it was rather casual considering Carson Herzog was standing by the bed! I realized I had to move pretty quickly or my faithful wife would no longer have that title. 

"I love getting together with you, Karen," grinned Carson as he peeled his shirt off and unbuckled his pants. "You pussy is so tight and hot. I love fucking it!"

I then realized I was too late to prevent the dastardly deed! It sounded like it was a regular happening. Karen was naked and laughing as she climbed on the bed.

"You better hurry up and put it in this little pussy. We have about an hour. Then I have to clean up and have everything ready when Tim gets home this evening," she cautioned.

"An hour is enough time for me to get you off a few times. I think I'll cum in your married pussy first. Then, if I am feeling up to it, so to speak, I'll give you a load on your pretty face and lips," promised Carson.

I like to think of myself as a reasonable man, but my anger was building fast. I felt flushed and my knees started shaking. That always happens when I become really agitated.

"It sounds like you have it all figured out, Carson," chuckled Karen. "As long as I have time to clean up, use me any way you want. You know I enjoy everything you do to me!"

Old Carson was sitting naked next to Karen, pinching her nipples and kneading her tits as he replied, "I want you to leave my load in your pussy today. Let Timmy clean it up when he gets home, or doesn't he dine at the Y?"

"Tim is a very accomplished pussy eater, actually," chuckled Karen. "I just don't want him to get suspicious. If he knew about us he would go ballistic. Besides, I don't want to hurt him."

"You little slut!" laughed Carson. "Are you that dumb, or do you think I am? If you didn't want to ever hurt him, you wouldn't be naked on this bed with me right now. You don't give a shit about Tim, and neither do I."

"That isn't true, Carson!" Karen protested. "He is a very good husband, father, and provider. I just need a little excitement in my life. I don't want to lose him. I love him."

By this time, Carson was poised over Karen's open cunt with his hard cock.

"Well, I'm not complaining," admitted Carson, "but I think you have a strange way of loving a man. Look at my cock sliding into you and tell me you love Tim."

"Oh! That feels so good, Carson!" cooed Karen. "I do love Tim, agh, but I love your cock, too. I want both."

Carson suddenly stopped and pulled his cock from Karen's hungry cunt. I was beginning to clear my head and my knees had stopped shaking. I had attained a new level of anger, where I was very calm. I wondered if mass murderers felt the same way before they went on a killing spree.

"Promise you'll leave my juices inside you for Tim to clean up, or I won't give you this cock," teased Carson.

"Okay! I'll do it. Tim is so trusting; he'll never know the difference. He'll think he just got me extra wet. Now, fuck me for Christ's sake!" implored Karen. 

As Carson plunged into my wife's willing cunt, I dropped down to the crawlspace and made my way to the outside exit. I walked around to the front of the house and saw Carson's SUV parked in the driveway. Karen must have ridden with him since her car was not in the garage or the drive. 

I grabbed a hammer and my cordless drill and kneeled down by the back tire. I had a small bit already in the drill, so I drilled a hole into the tire. It hissed for a second, and then popped. It took a matter of a few seconds to flatten all four tires. Just for the hell of it, I drilled the spare tire mounted on the back door. Then I circled the car and smashed every light and window in the goddamn thing. I was beginning to feel a little better.

My neighbor hides a key on his porch and I have permission to enter his house, as I deem necessary. I went in and dialed Carson's number. I knew it because he and his wife were good friends of ours. Karen worked with Carson and we had all become close. I never realized how close, apparently.

I grabbed a towel from a rack by the sink and covered the phone with it. When Dottie answered, I told her I was a neighbor that had seen a guy vandalizing her husband's car, at Tim Stewart's place. Then I hung up and went to the back of my house again and reentered the crawlspace with the hammer and drill. 

I didn't want to leave the weapons of mass destruction where they could be found and possibly point a finger at me. I see now, that logic didn't track. Who would be the first suspect? The enrarged, wronged husband! The car was thrashed in my driveway! I crawled over to the ledge where I had kept my pellet gun stashed and removed it from the sealed plastic bag I used to keep it clean and dry.

I heard our phone ring several times, but I knew that Karen was far too preoccupied to answer it. The machine picked up, but I couldn't make out the message being left. It had to be Dottie, though. Her next step would be to drive the few blocks to our house.

As I approached the trapdoor, I could hear all kinds of moans and grunts. I stood up in the closet and surveyed the scene through the opening in the closet door. Carson was slamming Karen doggie-style and they were both getting very close. Then I saw him push as far as he could into Karen and hold her ass still as he emptied his nuts.

I was about ten feet, or so, behind him and I could actually see his balls contract as he filled my wife. Somehow, I knew my aim would be accurate as I raised the gun. Carson was groaning as he pumped his sperm into Karen.

The pellet hit his contracted nut sack with an audible 'whack'! He screamed and lunged forward, reflexively, I guess. Karen's head was banged against the headboard with considerable force. Man! That had to hurt! Still, it would pale in comparison to the pain Carson was feeling. As I pulled the door down over the opening, I saw him jumping around screaming and holding his balls. 

I put the gun back quickly, crawled outside, replaced the panel, and strolled across the back yard. I continued until I hit the next street and walked a few blocks to a local pub. I felt I had earned a few beers. How many guys can shoot like that?

As I sipped a cold Yengling, I considered the havoc that was taking place a few short blocks away. It was a little after five when my cell phone rang. It was Dottie.

"This is Dottie. Where are you, Tim?" she asked.

"We are driving through Connecticut, on 84," I lied. "Why do you ask?"

"I am at Wilson Hospital. Carson is undergoing emergency surgery and Karen is in the emergency room," answered Dottie.

"The hell you say!" I blurted. I was actually surprised. "Were they in a car accident?"

"No, it is more complicated than that. I really can't tell you much over the phone. They just want to observe Karen for a few hours to be sure she doesn't go into a coma or something. She has a concussion. I just wanted you to know where she was so you don't panic when you get home."

"Thanks, Dottie. I wouldn't normally panic because Karen wasn't home, though. I appreciate you calling me. I'll stop at the house to get my car and I'll be over to the hospital."

"You will see Carson's car in your driveway. It is all smashed up and the tires are flattened, but I think you can get around it," Dottie revealed.

"Okay. That sounds bad," I told her. "If I have to, I'll just drive Karen's car."

"Her car isn't there, Tim. It is a long story and I don't want to tell it over the phone. This is just a heads-up and I will talk to you when you get here."

I hung up and considered the situation. I had been really upset, but I didn't expect to put them in the hospital! I wondered if the chickens would come home to roost with me on this one. As darkness descended, I walked back home.

There were cars slowing down at my place, and more than a few people walking past the house. They were all rubbernecking at the mess in my driveway. I left the sidewalk and cut through some back yards and entered the house through the back door. 

I went into the bedroom to change. It appeared that a riot had taken place. The lamp and table were knocked over. Clothes were flung around there was some blood on the carpet. I realized I must have clipped a bleeder, a vein, in Carson's old ball sack. I grinned as I remembered him dancing around the room, clutching his gonads and screaming. He was fucking my wife, and as far as I was concerned, he was fucking me as well. He was lucky I didn't have a .38 down there. When a man decides to cuckold another man, he had better be prepared to pay the piper.

I arrived at the hospital around 8:30 and went to the emergency room. My arrival was met with great pleasure, and relief, by the goddamn vultures that make out the bills! I spent another 15 minutes filling out forms and showing proof of insurance. Why the fuck is everything written in Spanish? This is the US and we speak English. It passes for English, at least.

I was finally taken in to see Karen. I was surprised at how pale she looked. She gave me a weak smile, then looked down at her hands as she fidgeted with her fingers.

"Are you okay, Karen?" I asked. "Are you in much pain?"

"I have a head-ache, Tim, but they are careful what they give me. They want to be sure my brain doesn't bleed or something. I am feeling better all the time," replied Karen.

"Did you happen to bring any clothes for me?" she asked. "I will be able to go home before too long."

"No, I didn't Karen. Can't you just wear whatever you had on when you came here?" I rather cruelly asked. "Where are those clothes?"

"I...I, I wasn't wearing any clothes. I must have fallen and banged my head in the shower. The last thing I remember was getting ready to step into the tub. Then they were loading me in the ambulance and I didn't have any clothes on," she cried. "It has been very embarrassing." 

"I bet it has been," I agreed. "What the hell happened to Carson's car? Why is it in our driveway? Where is yours? How did our bedroom get so messed up? What happened to Carson?" 

"I am having difficulty recalling anything, Tim. Please don't ask me any more questions," pleaded Karen. "It hurts my head and makes me nauseous."

"Me, too. Me, too" I agreed as my irritation at her came near the surface. "Why don't you just rest for a while? I'll be waiting to take you home when the doctors say you can leave."

With that, I turned and went looking for Dottie. I found her in the ICU. She gave me a grim smile when I approached her.

"He is doing much better, Tim. They had to remove his left testicle, but he is resting comfortably now. They said if he got through the night with no further complications, he would be moved to a regular room in the morning," whispered Dottie.

"Jesus! He lost a nut!" I blurted. "How did it happen?"

"We have not been able to get any reasonable explanations from Carson, or Karen," responded Dottie. "I received a phone call from a man that said he was a neighbor of yours and that someone was vandalizing Carson's car in your driveway. I tried calling Karen and there was no answer, so I left a quick message and drove over."

"When I got to your place, Carson was in his car. A motorist passing by had stopped and tried to help. The passer-by told me he saw Carson running around the car, naked and screaming. Then Carson jumped into the car and said he was going to drive to the hospital. The guy reached in and took the keys. He was apologetic, but he was afraid Carson was on drugs, or drunk. He knew Carson could not drive the car with all the tires flat," continued Dottie.

"I think he may have cut his scrotum on some of the glass on the seat. He was bleeding from several places on his back and butt," Dottie related. "We called the ambulance with my cell phone. Then I heard the guy that stopped to help Carson curse. I looked up and Karen was staggering around the driveway naked!"

"What the hell was going on?" I asked. "Did Karen say anything?"

"Nothing that made any sense, Tim," replied Karen. "She was holding her head and moaning. I got her to sit down. I felt a big bump on her head. I have been with Carson most of the time since we arrived. Have you talked to Karen?"

I told her how Karen wasn't able to remember much of anything. We went for a coffee and talked some more as waited. 

"Carson had some story about how he and Karen went to a sushi bar for lunch and that he thinks they must have been given some bad seafood, or someone put some sort of drug in it," revealed Dottie.

"I've eaten a few things that disagreed with me, but I never lost a nut over it, Dottie," I stated. "Did he say how his car got smashed and how Karen banged her head, all because of sushi?" 

"I think it sounds fishy, too. No pun intended," smiled Dottie weakly. "The only reason it is almost believable is I cannot come up with a better explanation. Their behavior was pretty strange. Maybe Carson smashed his car while in some kind of trance or something."

"You might have something there!" I agreed. 

I was beginning to worry about my complicity in some serious shit. If Carson took the blame, it would help me dodge any legal ramifications! I had reacted in anger. I didn't regret it, especially if I could get away with it!

"Be sure to mention it to the police, if they ask," I advised. "I don't think there is a law against trashing your own vehicle."

We talked about an hour. Then, around ten, I was notified that they wanted to keep Karen all night for observation. I said good night to Dottie and left. I felt bad for her. She didn't deserve to be in the situation she was in, but neither did I. Well, perhaps a little bit. I did shoot Carson in the left nut.

I couldn't sleep, so I finished fixing the drain and put the tools away. I took my drill, the gun, and the hammer and dropped them into the Delaware River, like the villan in a dime store novel. I hadn't heard anything from the cops, but it seemed like I would. Then I cleaned up our bedroom and changed the linens on the bed. Finally, I readied the bed in the spare room and went to sleep. 

I was still sleeping when the phone rang at 9AM. It was Karen.

"Tim? I can come home now," she told me. "Will you pick me up now? Bring some clothes for me, please."

I brought her home and helped her into the bedroom. She was still not walking too well. I got her into her pajamas and into bed. She slept most of the day. 

Dottie called around noon and told me Carson was going to be okay. He would be getting discharged in a couple days. I gave it some thought and realized I didn't really give a rat's ass if he recovered, or bought the ranch. He was the worst kind of prick. After I hung up the phone, Karen called me.

"How is Carson? What happened to him?" she asked.

"No one seems to know what the hell happened, Karen," I answered. "Carson is going to recover, but he will be one nut short of a full set from now on."

I watched her to see how this news would go over. She simply closed her eyes and sobbed a little. Then she was asleep. Later that evening, I made some soup and fed it to Karen. Her color was much better and she talked a little more. The thing was; she didn't say anything. Nothing was said about how she and Carson got so fucked up.

"Are you going to come to bed soon, Tim?" she smiled. "I miss having you near me."

I could still see Carson pounding her ass and hear her telling him he could do anything he wanted with her. I knew it was not likely I would sleep in that room, or with Karen, ever again.

"No, I'm going to watch some TV," I told her. "Get some sleep. You will feel better tomorrow. 

I turned out the light and went to the spare bedroom and fell asleep. The sun was up and Karen was standing next to my bed when I woke up. She appeared to be pretty well recovered.

"Why did you sleep in here, Tim?" she asked. "I wanted you to sleep with me."

"I think I'll sleep here for a few nights, Karen. You need to get your strength and memory back," I replied. "I don't want to crowd you."

Karen gave me a sad look and walked out of the room. I didn't even have the stomach to look at her, or talk with her. I think she somehow sensed it. 




Ticket to Ride



I couldn't have seen this coming. The thought raced through her head as hands groped blindly at Rachel's thighs, roughly ignoring her dying protests. The cold chill of the air brought her briefly back to reality as she was dropped on the dirty floor. Shivering, she tried collecting herself, adjusting to this new reality. Struggling to cleanse her mind of memories from only moments before and accept her fate. 

No one who knew Rachel would have ever called her a whore; or thought even briefly that such an innocent and kind girl could be used only as an object for someone's sexual gratification. 

She was quiet and reserved, though not lacking in kindness or compassion. Many knew her well, but cared more for their own image than the woman she had become. At 19, Rachel had blossomed into the beautiful girl next door, the daughter every nosy neighborhood man lusts after in the privacy of his own mind.

It would have been too easy to point to her 34 DD breasts as the objects of desire, though not altogether inaccurate. But their ample size was not obvious unless she went without a bra. Pushed against the fabric, Victoria could keep the secret of Rachel's real size. More stunning were her legs, long and toned from years of volleyball. She was easy on the eyes, though it was often harder on men to watch those legs without staring at her ass when she walked away 

While it was rare the occasions in which she showed off with tops, she was a tease to every man in just her shorts. Under the guise of Christian modesty, she presented herself constantly to the men around as a sexy goddess. 

Always bending and reaching, perpetually priming and picking her moments to illicit her favorite reactions. She certainly was a tease, but a subtle and unique unicorn, teasing herself from experiencing the sexual thrills she really craved. 

Only one man had ever talked her into intercourse, though many others had tried. She had kept her chastity throughout her high school years, but she had learned to walk that fine line between self control and self abuse, even if occasionally skating near the edge of abuse. Sex was still so foreign, so new and so fun! Her mind constantly steered itself towards the subject. 

On the outside she was the perfect southern college student, sweet with simple tastes and desires in her boyfriend. On the inside her mind played sexual gymnastics with her body, driving her towards darker and darker fantasies, more twisted and perverse desires. 

She'd been tied up and spanked, but who hasn't? But she found herself thinking of her body as merely a tool for her boyfriend, independent of desire, useful only in pleasing a man. The thought often sent her juices spilling down her leg and on more than one occasion, she found herself allowing strangers to violently fuck her throat only to leave her longing to fill that void, aching and glistening for relief. 

It was spontaneous, dirty, slutty and dangerous, but that was all part of the thrill in being a man's sex toy. But then she would clean off her tits (she only ever swallowed for her boyfriend), pull her shirt back on and resume her double life, aroused that no one knew what a whore she'd been. 

But this isn't one of those stories. Her tastes for the evening were more reserved, though certainly condemned by her conservative mother and their equally conservative church in Texas. 

She was going go see a musical with the theatre fag she had recently befriended. Of course he was the stereotypical gay friend: tall, dark, handsome and hung and such a dirty little cock tease! 

Of course he would be the perfect gentleman for the evening. He would be dressed sharply in some kind of designer suit (when not in drag) giving her the full boyfriend experience without his usual charge. He had promised tickets her tickets to Phantom of the Opera for weeks and one of his clients had finally hooked him up, which is why the last minute cancellation text left her so frustrated. 

Sorry dear, hard day at work haha. The tickets are the counter, take whoever, I have to take (more like be taken by!) this client. I will make it up to you. XOXO Ian. 

He was cancelling their date for sex! Of course he was his job and the only reason he could afford to spoil her with nice evenings out, but still she felt jealous with her boyfriend back home. There was also the sneaking suspicion that since Ian hated Phantom, he had simply taken the hard way out of taking her. 

She didn't really know anyone else in the city, but she had already done her make-up. Ian had already taken her out to buy her the sexiest dress. The dress hung down from her neck, leaving her shoulders bare and her back inviting. Even those averting their eyes couldn't help seeing the sides of her boobs in this flowing black gown, perhaps he had deliberately chosen it for that reason. 

Regardless she looked absolutely gorgeous, if a little whorish. And with the money 

Ian had thrown about to dress her in the finest fashion, she looked sultrier than even the highest paid call girl. Though she imagined at the theatre no one would ever suspect her finding satisfaction in parading her body around. 

She noticed the looks on the streets from the creeps mostly when hailing a cab, then from the driver. She thought she might have been imagining things at first, but the cabbie adjusted his mirror more than once and didn't have the normal rush to finish the fare. 

He talked awkwardly through crooked teeth and a horribly trimmed half goatee half moustache monstrosity. She figured he knew he didn't stand a chance and was harmless, and so ignored his efforts and focused instead on the evening. 

She had never seen such extravagance and took a moment to wonder what kinky sex thing that little gay whore did to get tickets to such a place. 

Plush red carpet led to her luxury box and she gazed down at the theater. It was almost impossible to see the faces of the crowd below so close the chandeliers blinding her view with thousands of lights. She blinked back to notice her surroundings and saw she had company. Two men were seated across from her, older certainly but in shape and dressed well. The dark haired one whispered something to the smaller blonde, who laughed as the light went down in the theater. 

Growing up in a small southern Texas town, she had never seen such a play before. There were performances back home and she had been in quite a few, but in small theaters through her school. 

She had seen nothing like these lights, the music and the choreography of the stage, but now finally saw her favorite scenes up close. Up two floors she could stare straight down at the masked man and would have sworn she saw him look up at her as the show started. 

She was so immersed... she didn't even hear him until he sat next to her. Startled, she began to demurely suggest he return to his seat when something was forced into her mouth. She screamed and screamed, but the cloth in her mouth muffled the noise to the crowd below. The man sitting held her still around the waist, preventing any struggling. There was a sharp pain in the back of her head and she felt her gag tighten, then fingers around her throat. 

"I think you are really going to enjoy this show young lady," an older voice spoke softly into her ear. "But how much fun you have is really up to you. If you draw attention to us, you will be sorry you little slut."

She didn't know when she had started to sob, but now she could taste tears through the cloth. She relaxed a little and felt the warm hands slip from her neck. The one sitting next to her moved in front of her and determined she then kicked her feet, only to feel the open hand of her attacker on the back on her head. Dazed, she struggled to keep her head on top of her shoulders. 

No was all he said, and then it started. A hand pulled down her dress, exposing both of her breasts. Her nipples were small compared to the size of her tits, and the hand groped roughly for them, pinching and clawing all over her delicate flesh. They would be red tomorrow and through her tears Rachel hoped the men would soon be satisfied. Surely they wouldn't dare to rape her in the middle of the theater? 

She squirmed in pain as the youngest man squeezed intently on the tips of her nipples, then in pleasure as he delicately sucked on both. He alternated quickly between pinching and gently tugging on each, and as he bit into the sensitive flesh she screamed when his teeth tore at the delicate region. For an instance she was glad to be gagged, so the theater could see how much she was enjoying being molested. Her pussy became to betray her and she felt an uncomfortable wetness start to seep into her panties. She groaned with desire. 

She wondered who could see from her below in this position, humiliated in the theater by two entitled bastards sitting in the luxury box. The only lights were from the stage, which demanded attention. Even now she tried to focus on the story, instead of the mouths mauling, biting and sucking on each of her nipples. Since moving to the city, she had tried to be more careful about where she went, but this was the most reputable theater on the strip. Now her boobs were hanging out for anyone who looked up to see what a dripping wet slut she was.

And then the voice was back, "I am going to take the gag off, but scream... and you're a bargaining chip. I'd rather talk." The threat was accompanied by something sharp poking her side. 

She nodded and he took off the gag and pulled up her shirt just as the intermission started. 

She coughed and choked at first, the spit following out with deep gasping breaths and poorly muffled sobs. Rachel felt defeated, as she made eye contact with one of the security guards below, who beamed and waved before walking off with everyone else. Even if they see me, they'll just think I am a hooker for some big shot. Her mind raced for options, but hit only walls so she listened.

"This is our private box you little slut," said the blonde man softly. She thought she recognized his voice as the older sounding voice behind her. 

"We always buy the other tickets, why are you here?" 

"I.... just," Rachel started but couldn't find the words. What were the right words for please don't rape me in the theater, just do it outside? But she couldn't think that, they would talk and having had their fun let her go like all the other men. It would all just be a scary, sexy memory. 

"Don't talk, listen cunt," said the darker man. 

"You are my fuck doll now; those are my tits and my cunt. Stop crying and get used to your life as just a hole for fucking.

The lights went down again, and so did he. The gag was put back into her mouth. She didn't struggle. She didn't move. A hand was going up her dress, sliding up her thighs and pulling away her soaked panties. The fingers forced their way quickly and easily past her lips and he roughly pushed his digits in and out of her. 

She felt his thumb hammer on her clit and again she was thankful for the gag as the entire theater would have heard her screaming for more. Please more fingers. She thought. Faster, faster, oh my god this is wrong. Jesus why do I like this, I wish he would just fuck me, oh God I am such a slut! Oh God just let him go faster!

Then the hand was gone. She squirmed, then pistoned her hips forward, pushing her leaking sex forward to fuck the air. She wanted something back inside her so bad! She needed it! 

Slap! Slap! Slap!

His hand hit her pussy, slapping her most sensitive area of skin. She coiled back in pain, tears watering up in her eyes as she tried to beg him to stop.

"Shut your fucking cum hole," the man said, digging his fingers into her cheek. 

His hand yanked her by the hair down into her lap and she wiped her tears off on his lap. She could already feel his cock, stiffly mashed into the tight fitting and probably specially tailored pants. The gag was loosened from her mouth and pushed to the side. She pushed against his knees but it was no use. His partner's hands held her in place and forced her head down onto his the head of his cock, barely poking through undone zipper. 

It barely was in her mouth at first, pushing awkwardly against her lips. She squeezed her lips against his throbbing head and resigned herself to sucking the man's cock. She shut her eyes as the man positioned behind her forced her to take more and more of the impossibly wide cock into her mouth. It wasn't too long, but the quick pressure and surprise caused her to choke. But he kept fucking her face, even as the drool dripped down her chin and onto his cock. 

She lost focus for a while, but she felt the other man behind her reposition himself. The hands forcing her up and down on his cock was replaced. There was a finger inside her again, then two and a third. She would have screamed but for the dick down her throat. The man grabbed her cheeks roughly forcing her up and down on his cock. She felt his balls bang off her chin over and over again, as her nose felt his coarse pubic hair tickle her lips too. 

Rachel could hear herself slurping greedily now at the cock, face covered in pre-cum and spit. And then she felt herself lifted up in the air, her dress pulled up over her head. She felt the hem of her dress in her face as she continued to suck the cock in front of her. The man holding her up by the waist slapped her ass sharply. His hands took their time feeling and caressing her thighs, then he spread her thighs apart and she felt his hard on briefly touch her calf as he positioned himself. 

She would have screamed, pleaded for him to stop when she felt the head of his cock enter her pussy, but her head was still bobbing up and down in rhythm on the smaller dick. She couldn't see it, but her lips barely stretched wide enough to accommodate the oversized member. She tried to push her legs apart to fit him in, but he firmly moved her legs back, her ankles kicking freely in space as he started fucking her pussy. 

The man entered deeply all at once, with no consideration to the feelings of her cunt. She was being spit roasted in the middle of the theater and she couldn't tell who could see or what was happening. Her only thoughts were on pleasing the two men using and abusing her orifices. 

The cock pulled out of her mouth and bounced against her chin. She moved her head forward to take it again and felt the reason for his reprieve. The first shot of cum lands on her lips and dripped down her chin. The second landed on her nose and check. The third missed and hit the dress, barely clinging to her. The last two lands on both sides of her checks, the man had intentionally painted her face completely white with his seed. 

She was repositioned like their fuck doll and gagged again, her dressed move back over her body as cum dripped down her face on to her dress. She was now sitting on the biggest dick she has ever felt inside of her, groaning as she grinded her ass desperately into him. She was begging with her body to fuck her harder, deeper and stretch out her nearly virginal hole. All the while tasting cum on her lips and feeling it shake onto her dress, showing the world the whore that wore the dress. 

And then his thrust became slower, more deliberate before he stopped and she felt his seed breed her like as his little bitch. It wouldn't be until later that she would worry he was safe or if she had even taken all her birth control pills for the month. He stopped pumping and forced her to keep his still rock hard cock inside of her gaping hole. 

It was then the Phantom came sailing around the rafters; balancing himself on the balcony within inches of the threesome. He must have noticed, but he never broke character even as the light following him shined on Rachel. The audience now had another show to participate in, the whore in the ruined and ripped dress, covered in cum with a massive cock stretching her pussy open wide for everyone to see. 

The Phantom left and both men drug her out of the balcony by the arms. She was too tired and spent to struggle. She was rushed out to the lobby; face a mess of make-up, semen, spit and tears. A trophy to the mounting she had received only moments before. 

Thankfully the only one to see her as they tossed her into the back of their SUV was the ticket takers, who smiled as if he knew the gentleman forcing her out the door. Done with her for now, they threw their whore in the back, face first onto the dirty carpet of the car.

"There will be new rules where you are going. You will address either of us only as master. You will only wear what we tell you. You will only come when we tell you." 

"I think she figured out we are going to fuck her every way we want," said the second voice. 

"Oh I don't imagine she has any idea what's she is in for," laughed the first.

How could I have seen this coming? She thought again as the car moved them slowly down the road.



Ticket to Ride



Will ride for one ticket to Saturday's Stingrays game and dinner. Box 482. Include pic/stats.

The notice at the Tampa underground newspaper was short and simple and was accompanied by a thumbnail photo and URL to his Web page at a gay dating site. Ryan hadn't tried this approach before, but he'd been told it worked for other guys—as long as you didn't get too picky. He really, really wanted to go to the semipro basketball game. The Stingrays were hot, hot, hot this year, especially that power forward Shane Thompson. Ryan just hoped he was advertising in time. The paper hit the stands Monday; he probably should have given it more than a week.

By Thursday he decided the scheme was working as far as offers went—he knew there wasn't anything a guy interested in such stuff wouldn't be interested in when they checked out his photo and Web site—but out of a dozen contacts there were a dozen toads. Most of them so old Ryan was surprised they could walk to the seats in the basketball arena.

Thursday night he was panicked. Friday morning he was resigned that he wasn't going to the Stingrays' game the next afternoon. But when he checked the box at the underground newspaper's office, he found one envelope. Inside the envelope what he found was not the requested photo and stats, but an actual ticket to the game and copy of a menu for the exclusive Charter House restaurant right on Tampa Bay.

He was leery about not getting stats, and now he was faced with the decision to take the plunge or sell the ticket. It didn't seem ethical to sell the ticket, though, assuming it was a real ticket, which he'd only find out if he tried using it. What the hell, he thought. By today even some of the toads who'd answered his ad earlier in the week were looking better and better. This wasn't a promise of a ticket; it was the ticket. He went home to decide what to wear. It would have to be both sporty and a bit dressy if they were going to the Charter House. Good thing that, as a male model, he had great taste and fit and had just about any event covered in his closet.

Surprise, surprise. The ticket got him into the arena on Saturday afternoon. He'd decided on tailored trousers, an expensive polo shirt that fit his cut physique like a glove, and tasseled leather loafers with footsie socks that looked like he wasn't wearing any. Oh, and black mesh bikini briefs, with a pouch that pushed his junk out front. An even greater surprise when he entered the arena was that the seat was a great one, down just off the floor and at the side of the court.

The guys on either side of the seat, which Ryan lived in fear that he'd find was a duplicate ticketed seat and he'd be the one very publicly tossed out of it, were already there and in place. Both were burly and middle aged. Both were expensively dressed. Both were toads. And neither showed enough interest in him for him to even begin to ask which one of them was his date. Each had a young bimbo on the other side of him to mesh with during the time outs.

Ten regulation minutes into the game, he found himself spending more time trying to figure out how to solve this mystery then following the play on the court, although the Stingrays were on fire—or rather their star power forward, Shane Thompson, was on fire. The short forward, Jared Jackson, was being great on helping Thompson get into position, but Thompson was finding the basket from nearly every spot on the floor. He was making the basket three times for every miss.

At the ten-minute mark Ryan's mystery was solved. Jackson was giving Thompson body protection as Thompson went for a shot, which he made, but a player on the other side, desperately trying to reach Thompson before he could make a shot, fouled Jackson. The collision was one that the solid Jackson withstood, but it sent the other player to the floor with a howl, writhing on the floor, and grabbing at a wounded limb.

As the medics came onto the floor and others gathered around the downed player, Jackson turned to the stands—he was nearly within reach of where Ryan sat—winked directly at Ryan, and called out "Dinner at the Charter House. Stay put afterward. Someone will come for you."

The men on either side of Ryan turned and hit him with questioning looks, and all Ryan could think of, while he was blushing, was to swivel his torso and head around and look up the rows behind him as if the message was being sent further up in the stands.

He trembled and fidgeted the rest of the game, unable to get completely comfortable for the hard on that just wouldn't go away and that he was sure the men on either side of him were aware of even though the game was such a slugfest and their dates were so demanding and needy that there wasn't much opportunity for their minds to wander.

A ticket for a ride.

Ryan could fill in the stats for Jackson himself, with the help of the glossy program the guy sitting next to him was leafing through. Six eight and 240 pounds. Solidly built. Ryan was five nine and 150 pounds soaking wet. Ryan could only hyperventilate at the possible other stat that was significant. The man's hands were the size of baseball mitts, and his feet were at least size thirteen. And as far as a photo, Ryan didn't need any. There were photos enough of the handsome, chocolate brown player, with dreadlocks down to his shoulders, tattoos all over the body that was exposed in uniform shots. And he was right out there on the court for Ryan to watch his movements resembling those both of a dancer and prize fighter.

There was no doubt about it; Jared Jackson was a black bull. And probably as virile as a bull. Was it only one ride Ryan had promised? It was a good thing that the play on the court had justified a roaring cheer in the crowd, because Ryan could hear himself moan.

* * * *

"Hold still and open for me," Jared murmured in a deep, soothing voice.

"Go slow," Ryan whimpered. God, it had to be almost eight inches. And thick and throbbing. Ryan had nearly had to unhinge his jaw getting it into his mouth, although Jared had been good and undemanding about that—like he'd been about everything so far. It was Ryan who wanted the bragging rights of throating it all—if he could. Which he couldn't quite.

They were standing in the middle of Jared's plush bedroom, with the floor-to-ceiling windows looking out over Tampa Bay from many stories up, a bedroom that was dominated by a king-sized bed, which Ryan was looking at with both arousal and trepidation. Jared had also asked him to stay the night, and Ryan had agreed. Jared had also made clear that he would fuck Ryan multiple times, but he had couched it as both a request and as an experience Ryan didn't want to miss. The man was a smooth-tongued devil. Ryan had agreed to it all.

But with the mushroom cap of an eight incher already buried inside him up to the rim for the first time, pulsing and coaxing Ryan open . . .

"Oh, fuck, be good to me," Ryan cried out. He was standing—or had been standing up to a few seconds ago, naked, with Jared, also magnificently naked standing behind him, his arms wrapped around Ryan's belly and chest. Ryan had lifted and turned his head and Jared had lowered and turned his to go into a deep kiss as Ryan felt the pressure of Jared's strong arm pulling Ryan's feet off the floor, the small of his back dragging along Jared's upcurved, rock hard, throbbing, jet-black cock until the bulb of the cock slid between Ryan's butt cheeks and pressed at Ryan's entrance.

Jared had already been on his knees behind Ryan, an arm wrapped around the smaller man, holding him upright, and his other hand encasing and stroking Ryan's cock, with time outs to pull on and squeeze Ryan's ball sac, while Jared's long, pink tongue ate out and teased open Ryan's hole.

There was no way, though, that Ryan's channel was going to be open enough to comfortably take the cock—at least not the first time.

Jared had whispered, "Don't worry, we'll get it to fit like a glove the third or fourth time," which was said soothingly enough and probably was meant to reassure, but it only made Ryan hyperventilate.

"Open to me, baby. Open to me," Jared hissed as they groaned in harmony on the slow deep penetration, Jared slowly pulling Ryan's channel down on the jet-black staff.

He held there for a moment, buried to the root, as Ryan moaned, "Oh, shit, oh Jezus. It's so big. Oh fuck." Ryan's face was buried in the hollow of Jared's shoulder and he was gripping Jared's biceps with the nails of both hands.

"Let loose and slowly bend forward. Reach for the floor with your hands," Jared commanded. "Don't worry, I've got you. We're about to go downtown with this." As Ryan slowly jackknifed forward, reaching for the carpet and letting his head dangle as Jared bent his knees and went into a half crouch, taking the weight of the smaller man on his beefy thighs. His hands went to clutching Ryan's waist on each side. He started to pull Ryan, doubled over and suspended in front of him, on and off the cock, slowly, but with increasing depths of slide.

Throughout, although he was fucking Ryan with a mammoth cock, he took it slow and handled Ryan gently and tenderly.

Jared had been a perfect gentleman all evening. At the end of the game, Ryan had remained in his seat until an usher came to him and escorted him to a private dressing room, with a shower, where Jared appeared and let Ryan watch him shower and dress. When clothed, the basketball player looked more stylish and ready for an expensive restaurant than Ryan did.

He drove to the restaurant in a Jaguar roadster, advised Ryan on the menu as if he ate there regularly, which, as far as Ryan knew, he did, and expertly selected the wine, pronouncing French like he was a native. Ryan wouldn't know if he was doing it well, but the waiter seemed impressed, which impressed Ryan.

Jared was a smooth conversationalist, certainly more glib than Ryan was and able to cover a wide range of subject matter. This wasn't at all what Ryan had expected to find in a black basketball player—or in any guy he hooked up with to get a ticket to the game, for that matter. He was completely disarmed—at least until they got to Jared's apartment and where swaying against each other, half undressed, in the center of Jared's bedroom, and Ryan had gotten the measure of Jared's cock with his hand.

Even then Jared took it slow, taking charge of completing their undress, taking time to kiss and fondle, whispering encouragement and assurance. And then fucking Ryan slow and easy, standing, with Ryan doubled over and being held buttocks to groin.

Jared filled out the bulb of his condom before Ryan came a second time. Ryan had been so keyed up that he'd come with Jared kissing him and stroking him through the material of his trousers in the garage parking space even before coming upstairs to Jared's apartment.

After the standing fuck, Jared gently carried Ryan over to the bed and laid his back down on the edge. Leaning over to kiss Ryan on the lips, he then moved his mouth down Ryan's body to his groin and swallowed his cock, causing Ryan to shudder and groan—and eventually to come again. After that Jared stood, moved between Ryan's thighs, pressed his forehead to Ryan's, and kept Ryan's eyes captured by his as he entered Ryan's channel again and slow fucked him to another ejaculation.

It went on like that off and on all night, with Ryan expecting the hunky basketball player to get more physical, more demanding.

But he never did. He was gentle and tender with Ryan, doing everything he could to open Ryan to the size of him. And by the morning Jared had managed to ream Ryan to his specifications. "You'll thank me for this," we whispered to Ryan before they rose from the bed, which Ryan didn't think about at the time and only understood later. Jared fixed Ryan a big breakfast, and drove him back to his own apartment.

It was a date that totally exceeded Ryan's expectations. When he got up to his apartment he realized that nothing had been said about them meeting again. He regretted that. In addition to the sex—and the tender attention that went with it—Jared was in a position to comp game tickets to Ryan. The ticket for a ride concept had no downside when it was with Jared.

For the next couple of days, Ryan wondered if he'd try to contact Jared through the team office—which might just tick Jared off—or put another ad in the underground newspaper.

Tuesday's mail obviated his need to think further about that.

* * * *

Scrawled on the envelope Ryan pulled out of his post-office box at the underground newspaper was the phrase "Ticket to Ride." Enclosed was a ticket to the Stingray's basketball game the next Saturday afternoon. But there also was a piece of notepaper that merely said, "Six nine, 250, and nine by two."

Ryan smiled. He thought Jared Jackson was bragging just a bit. Ryan was a pretty good at measurements and even the game program on the Stingrays that Ryan had looked at as the guy sitting next to him at the previous Saturday's game had logged Jared in at six eight and 240 pounds. The programs usually exaggerated on the big side. Monday's sports casts had said there was a trade in the offing that might send Jared to St. Louis, and that had bothered Ryan—he wanted to see Jared again—but that must have fallen through or was for sometime down the trail.

On Saturday afternoon, Ryan arrived at the basketball arena looking forward to a repeat evening with Jared. This time he'd dressed a bit more upscale for going to a ritzy restaurant after the game but sexier underneath—a gold lamé G-string pouch. He bought a game program, which he hadn't done the previous Saturday, because he thought he'd get Jared to sign it for him. Leafing through the program, though, he was unable to find the listing for Jared.

He mentioned the omission to the usher at the top of the section his ticket was for.

"Jared Jackson? He's history, man. He was traded and hauled ass out of here last Monday for St. Louis. Trading him was a mistake, if you asked me. He was a real stud."

You don't know the half of it, a surprised and confused Ryan thought. But he just thanked the guy and got directions to his seat, which was as good and as near to the playing floor as the one from the previous Saturday had been. He do his best to enjoy this game; the ticket conduit through Jared had been a good, albeit short lived, one.

Once again, it wasn't that long into the game when there was a lull in the play and Ryan was looking through the program again, willing Jared's photo and stats still to be in there, even though he wasn't among the players on the floor. The guy nudged him and pointed to the court when Ryan looked up.

The Stingray's star player, the power forward Shane Thompson, was standing and staring up at him from the edge to the court. He raised one of those arms of his that was famous for his wingspread, pointed directly at Ryan, and growled, "You."

At that moment Ryan understood what he meant—and also now understand the stats that were written on the notepaper that had come with the ticket for today's game. He just hoped to god that those around him didn't understand what Shane meant—what he wanted—what he obviously assumed that Ryan would give him.

* * * *

"Cute," Shane said, with laughter in his voice, as he unsnapped the side straps of Ryan's G-string, pulled it away, and tossed it on the floor of the same room in the locker room area where Jared had let Ryan watch him shower and dress the previous Saturday.

"Guess that means you're a pro and I don't have to go easy."

Ryan gulped. That hadn't been the meaning he'd intended—and he hoped Shane was joking about that.

It was obvious to Ryan that there was to be no dinner in a fancy restaurant and no erudite conversation with Shane as there had been with Jared. Also no romantic, gentle, and tender lovemaking in a plush apartment overlooking Tampa Bay.

As soon as Ryan had been escorted to the room and the usher had departed and shut the door behind him, Shane, coming naked out of the shower, pushed Ryan down on his knees and made the young man give his nine by two—which Ryan now readily believed he had—a blow job. Then it was Ryan's upscale clothes being stripped from him and tossed aside, and Ryan being hauled up and tossed, back down, on a massage table.

Off came the gold lamé G-string, and in, painfully, went the power forward's thick fingers in Ryan's channel. Then some tonguing, but in short order Shane giving Ryan all nine thick inches in the ass in a vigorous pistoning. It was now that Ryan understood—and appreciated—Jared's whispered comment that he'd be glad that Jared had reamed his passage to the needs of a big cock.

It wasn't all night. It was just that once, in the private locker room. But to Ryan it felt like a steamroller had driven over him, backed up, and driven over him again. It was nothing like Jared. The two of them had fucked repeatedly throughout the night, but Ryan had not been as exhausted, bruised, and totally fucked by Jared as he was with just the one taking by Shane.

Shane showered again afterward. Ryan was still lying, spread out on the top of the message table, panting and moaning, as Shane dressed. Before the basketball player left the room, having thrown a twenty-dollar bill on Ryan's shuddering chest and growling, "Jared said dinner was supposed to come with the lay. Get yourself something nice from McDonalds," Shane also dropped another envelope on Ryan's chest.

When Shane was gone and Ryan was able to sit up and look at the envelope, he saw that it had "Ticket to Ride" written on it in an elegant script. Inside was a season ticket to the skybox section.

Ryan was to learn the next Wednesday night when he appeared at the next Stingrays' home game to check out what this latest ticket was all about that his seat was in the club owner's skybox. When he entered the box, the faces of four middle-aged, not-fully-in-shape men in expensive clothes looked up at him with assessing eyes.

Ryan wondered which of them he would have to service to pursue his interest in watching Stingray home games. With his luck, it would have to be all of them.



Ticket to Ride



As it turned out, the cops arrived at the conclusion that Carson had lost his mind and trashed his own car. He did nothing to make them believe otherwise. I decided he knew that he would incriminate himself with Karen, and the affair would become obvious if he tried. He felt it was less painful to let people think he had a breakdown, or some shitty sushi! 

Karen had no desire to visit the ailing Carson and try to cheer him up, I stopped in a day or so after he came home from the hospital. He was in bed and Dottie walked me in to see him.

"Hello, Carson," I grinned. "You have to hurry up and recover so I can kick your ass at golf."

He looked at me for quite some time. I knew he was trying to read my face to see if I had any part in the hell he had been through. I just looked back at him without so much as a blink of an eye.

"Sure, Tim," he finally spoke. "Whatever you want."

It was obvious that he had lost his swagger and confidence. Losing a nut makes a man nervous, I realized. He becomes more cautious, and with reason.

Karen didn't go to work till Tuesday. I took her in because her car was still there. She never tried to explain to me how it came to be there when she was home. She must have noticed that I didn't bother to ask after that first night in the hospital. 

I had been trying to decide if I had overreacted and should try to patch things up with Karen. I had a lot of time and effort invested in her. We had a good marriage, I thought, right up to the day Carson fucked her in our bed. Mistakes happen and many marriages have survived hard times. 

We were sitting at the kitchen table after work the next day. I was going through the mail when I saw a letter from the hospital. In a nutshell, it stated that Karen had Gonorrhea, and I should see my doctor and be tested. She should begin treatments immediately. I read it twice and handed the letter to Karen. 

I realized I shouldn't be surprised. Carson had made a few statements over the years about his varied tastes in women and his appetite for them. I had thought it was talk back then. Now I realized he was telling the truth. He was a real shit. Then I smiled to myself as I remembered he was a one-nutted shit.

Meanwhile, Karen was digesting the information in the letter. I could almost read her mind. There was a chance that I had picked up the disease and given it to her. Or that I had at least been unfaithful and didn't know if I gave it to her. If I were infected, she would be able to accuse me of giving it to her. The joker in that deck was I had never been even close to being unfaithful. If I were infected, it was from my loving wife.

"Well, it looks like you brought more home from one of your trips than you planned on," she sneered. "No wonder you have been sleeping in the spare bedroom!"

With that outburst, my decision was made. She wanted me to be infected so she could play the blame game. It didn't seem to cross her mind that I may have have been faithful. We all tend to attribute our own character traits and logic to others. If we steal, we believe others will steal. The same goes for cheating. 

Saturday morning I tossed my negative test results down on the kitchen table in front of Karen. Her hand was trembling as she read the report. Then I tossed another paper in front of her. It explained that I was seeking a divorce.

For the first time in a long time, Karen demonstrated some normal emotion as she pleaded for me to reconsider. She told me she was a victim of Carson's seductive charm, but she loved me, only me.

My cell phone rang and I answered it. Karen stopped bawling while I spoke. It was Dottie.

"Tim, the other day I got a report from the hospital, about why Tim lost a testicle, and other things. I have been tested positive for Gonorrhea. Do you have it, too?" she asked. "Does Karen?" 

I considered for a moment and decided Dottie had a right to know.

"No, Dottie, I don't. Karen does, though. Hell of a thing, isn't it?" I asked as I answered her question.

"Yeah, a real fucking coincidence, Tim!" said Dottie. "I am getting treated for it, and I am removing myself from the cause. I'm divorcing that single-nutted bastard. By the way, Tim, do you happen to own a pellet gun?"

"I have to go pack, Dottie. Good luck," I said as I hung up the phone.



Ticketed Affair



It was finally Friday and the end of a long week. After a long day at work Marie was exhausted. Hopefully when she got home, she could get a break. Being a full time working mother and housewife keeps her very busy.

Marie was in her early 40s, but if you didn't know her, you would swear she was early 30s. She had all the curves in the right places and very little body fat. If you didn't know it, you would never believe she was a mother of four. Her 34C breasts were eye magnets from any distance and her shapely legs put the final touch to a still firm and round ass. 

As she got into her mini-van and prepared to drive home, she dropped her cell phone and it slid under the passenger seat. She had to stand up slightly and bend over to reach it. When she sat back down, the bottom of her dress snagged the seat belt and was pulled up to her waste. As her mind was pre-occupied she sat down, not noticing what happened. 

She was thinking about the sexual turmoil that had developed between herself and her husband. He was in a serious car accident 2 years ago and this has affected his performance in bed. He was not the lover he used to be and conditions during intercourse would sometimes bring an abrupt end to their sessions. This had created tension between them. It had been weeks since she enjoyed an orgasm and it was getting to her.

Tom tried in his own way to be understanding of the situation. His fear of losing her drove him to try new ideas to satisfy her. One day he purchased a big, vibrating, gel dildo. It was eight inches long and twice as thick as Tom.

On the night that he showed it to her, he had it hidden under his pillow with the idea of getting her as hot as possible so that she would not resist. Once he felt the time was right he lifted it for her to see. Immediately she became startled. "You're not putting that inside of me", she exclaimed. He told her that he wanted to be sure he could keep her satisfied. As he fingered her pussy and increased her arousal, she whispered that she might want it all the time. "So what's wrong with that?" Tom replied, and he started rubbing the head of the huge silicon cock against the wetness of her lips. Unhappy with his answer, she resisted and pushed away. This made Tom angry. He felt dejected and embarrassed. 

This went on for a few years and sex became less enjoyable for both of them. The tension was building and Marie had become very frigid. Eventually, Tom went as far as suggesting the idea of finding a stud that could fill in for him. She was appalled and could not believe he would even think of the idea of allowing another man to have her. 

During all of this, she began reading romance novels. One day Tom noticed that she had piles of them stored in the bedroom closet and in her dresser drawer. Keeping one with her at all times, she was reading them to the point of addiction. He started checking the books when she wasn't looking and noticed, as time went on, that she started buying books with more and more sexual content. As the books were loaded with cheating and seduction, he became afraid that she would eventually have an affair. This is why he brought up the idea of sharing her. He felt that it would be a better alternative to losing her to someone else.

By now, Marie was well on her trip home and was not paying attention to her speedometer. As she drove through the curves of Wopchock Mountain, she was startled from her thoughts when flashing red lights of a trooper's car appeared in her rear view mirror. This was all she needed to end her week. She had already been given a warning last month. She pulled over at the end of a long curve.

As she rolled down her window the officer wasted no time. "Do you realize how fast you were going, miss?" The officer asked as he peered into her window behind his reflective sunglasses. "Oh officer, I am so sorry. I have been under so much stress today that I wasn't paying attention. Can you please let me off with a warning?" She was hoping her sunglasses would hide her and that her nervousness wouldn't give her away. This was the same officer who let her off with a warning last week. He stood tall for a minute and looked at her nervous face. As he looked at her cat eyed sunglasses his eyes wandered down along her breasts and down to her exposed pantyhose crotch. The site of her exposed thighs, her glossy lips and the sunglasses grabbed his attention. He lost himself for a moment, staring at the insides of her thighs. All of this sparked his memory. This was the lady he pulled over last month and let off with a warning. He spent the past few weeks remembering how hot she looked that day and fantasized about having his way with her.

Marie was indeed a hot looking Mom. Today she had on a short brown and white patterned dress that accentuated the color of her dark blond hair and hugged her curves just right. The dress did not completely reveal her cleavage but from the officers point of view he could see enough. Her exposed panty hosed thighs made her quite a site.

"Hey, don't I remember you?" he asked. "What do you mean, officer?" she replied nervously. The officer thought for a moment. "I remember now, I let you off last week". Marie responded even more nervously and her right hand landed on his left hand that was now placed on her door as she looked up at him. "I remember. That was very nice of you officer, could you find it in your heart to help me one more time? I promise I will be more careful." They were silent as he stood gazing at her. She felt week at his gaze and somehow felt that he was surveying her body and this forced her look down. She became aware of what he was looking at when she saw the condition of her dress and that that the crotch of her pantyhose and her thighs were exposed. The affect of her appearance and the touch of their hands aroused her. Wetness began to form between her legs. She was sitting partially exposed in front of a tall dark handsome police officer and this was making her hot.

She looked back up at the officer. His silence made her more nervous causing her to look down again. He was a tall man and she easily noticed the bulge that was growing in his pants. Immediately she though she found her way out. If she could embarrass him maybe he would let her go. She decided to give it a try. "Um, officer, could I ask you what you're thinking?" He looked down at his pants and realized what she was looking at. He stood dumbfounded for a moment and then regained his posture. "Miss this is not a safe place for us to be, I want you to drive up to the next right and then make a left. Drive until you see a parking area on the right. I will write your ticket there." 

Marie was at a loss, she had to do as told and believed she was getting a ticket. As she drove into the parking area she thought it was strange to find that it was a hunting parking area and that it was very well secluded by trees. He waved for her to park over in the back right corner. She parked near the back right corner of the secluded lot as he directed. They way he made her park provided cover for his car which he parked to the left of her van. As he approached, her imagination was stirred. She had heard stories of women getting out of speeding tickets and she knew what she had to do. She wondered if she could go through with it. She had to. There was no way she was going to go home and tell Tom she got a ticket. 

"Get out of the Van miss" the officer directed. "Stand there in front of me and close your door". She did as she was told. As she stood in front of him and remained silent. She heard him whisper. "Nice". After a moment he spoke firmly. "Would you mind telling me what you were looking at back there miss", he asked. Again she was silent. "Answer me" he demanded. She spoke quietly as if ashamed, "Nothing officer." "Don't bullshit me lady. Do you know the kind of trouble you can get into for trying to bribe a police officer?" He was quick and Marie didn't know what to say. But the sight of her standing helplessly in her tight dress created hardness under his pants. Marie could not help noticing it because the bulge was huge. She was feeling vulnerable and sexy. Her eyes locked on his hardness and she became aroused at the thought that there was only one thing she can do.

"Officer" she said seductively. "Why did you bring me back here"? He said nothing. "Do you have something you want to show me?" She reached over and slid her fingers over his crotch feeling his bulge. "Hmm, I think you do and it's something big. Pull it out and show me." She knew it had to be this way, there was no way she was going to unzip a police officer's pants. He stood hesitant for a minute but once he looked around and was sure they could not be seen, he proceeded to undo his fly. "Come on" she said, "don't take all day." I have a husband to get home to." With that he pulled down his briefs and freed his shaft from its home. 

She gasped in amazement as she gazed upon its size and realized it was only half-erect. His cock was every bit as thick as the dildo Tom had tried on her and was definitely as large if not bigger. She had to find out if she could take it. "I'm not going to kneel down on these rocks" she said. She opened her van door and sat on the step. "Bring that over here". As he walked up to her she reached out and grabbed him. Amazed at his girth, she held his cock and inspected it. She looked it all over to be sure it was clean and holding it up to look under the shaft. When she saw the thickness of his vein she said, "oh my, you are a big boy aren't you". With that she popped the head into her mouth. Having to open wider than ever before, she gulped slurped on his rod, adjusting to his size as best she could. She could not believe what she was doing and it was almost surreal. She hadn't been with another man in over 15 years of marriage. Now she found herself servicing the owner of the largest cock she had ever seen. She found it difficult to put into her mouth at first so she pulled it out and proceeded to lick the underside of his shaft.

Her tongue was skilled and as the officer relaxed he began to harden. Hmm she sighed. His cock was starting to stiffen in front of her eyes and she was amazed of how it felt to slide her wet lips and warm tongue along the underside of his shaft. She worked slowly and massaged him with wet slurps, licks, and kisses. Instinctively, she reached up and undid his belt. "Drop those pants and let those balls loose", she said. "I want to see what you have". As he lowered his trousers and shorts, she got back to work sliding her tongue under the shaft of his meat while her hands found his sac. "Wow, you must have a lot in there". She continued to lick him, cupping his balls with her left hand and stroking the base of his pole with her right. She lost her nervousness and her lust for a good hard cock took control.

Opening her mouth as wide as she could, she surrounded the large head with a blanket of warm air as she engulfed it with her red, wet, sultry lips. Eventually she found her way sliding her mouth around and down his pole little by little until she found a rhythm and the officer started grinding his hips into her hot mouth. The cool breeze from the woods enhanced the moment and his balls began to swell. "We need to be quick" he gasped. "Give it to me baby", she whispered and slurped as she sucked harder. She was hand free sucking his huge cock as her hands released his balls and found their way up under the front of his shirt. "Hmmm, what a chest", she exclaimed. She started massaging his chest gently with her fingertips and playing with her nipples. He drove harder. Eventually he was fucking her throat with all his desire. As he stood in amazement watching his fantasy come true, she sucked passionately working his pole to a deep purple haze. Her hands found her way around his ass cheeks and she began sucking harder and harder. This went on for about five minutes until he let loose with such force that she had to pull him out to keep from gagging. He painted her face with huge shots and a puddle of his milk filled her cleavage.

She wiped herself off, stood up and walked to the front of the van "Come around here and fuck me with that thing", she said. He came around and watched as she kicked off her shoes removed her panty hose. With her left hand on the hood of the van she used her right hand to remove her panties. They slid to her ankles and she lifted one-foot at a time letting them fall to the ground. Once behind her, he lifted her skirt in amazement. Her ass was nicer than he could have imagined. From behind it was like she was a twenty-year-old. 

As he put her dress up over her round cheeks, she arched her back in anticipation. He took a moment to part her ass and see her little buttonhole. It was nice and he wanted to taste it. He knelt down and proceeded to lick around it but she reached back and pushed him away. "I don't do that and we don't have much time. You need to fuck me" she demanded. 

He regained himself and stood up behind her. What started as him dominating her had switched to her taking control. He wanted to change this and show her what a fuck from behind with a big cock feels like. "You want this?" he asked as he held his pole between her legs and rubbed the head up against her cunt. "Yes" she sighed. He worked his cock under her slit and started teasing it with his fat mushroom head. He did this lightly at first and then firmly. "Tell me again", he demanded. She pushed herself back against his manhood and her voice became a moan. "Yes", she moaned "fuck me please fuck me, yes, yes, yes!" With that he put it in. , She was tight at first but he was experienced. He began with short strokes inch by inch at a time, being careful not to force himself inside her until he felt her wetness surround him. When that happened he found his rhythm and allowed her to join. She arched her back some more and his entrance was eased. He proceeded to give her more until he finally felt the soft milky cheeks of her hot ass against his pelvis.

"Oh", she moaned. "Am I taking it all?" "Yes", he replied, as he lengthened his strokes and felt her walls surround him. At that instant she let go. The excitement of the ordeal overcame her. Gushing juices surrounded his shaft. This provided great lubrication as he increased his speed and the length of his strokes. Not only was she taking all of his meat, she was getting it in long hard strokes like she had never been fucked before. She found her rhythm and started grinding into him with all her desire.

The surrounding woods were full of their passion and they were oblivious to the cars that drove by the parking entrance. Nothing mattered to either of them but the hard fuck they were both into. Her hair became a mess with her movement as she drove herself back into him. "Oh, fuck me! Fuck me good! Fuck me with that big hard cock". She came again and this time her whole body shuttered. This was all he could take. His body also shuttered, and he exploded inside her with huge spasms. She pushed her ass back and up against the bottom of his belly and he drove in as deep and as hard as he could, filling her with his hot cum. After several slow hard strokes they finally stopped, exhausted, with him fully inside her. He lay over her back and she was filled with his erection. Her juices seeped between them as they melted into each other on the hood of the van. They lay immersed in the smell of their sex.

After coming back to reality, he pulled out of her and regained composure. "I'm going to let you go this time but don't let me catch you speeding again". He pulled up his trousers, went back to his cruiser and drove away while she lay against the front of the van. The sound of his car on the rocks woke her from her trance. She quickly wiped off her legs with some rags that were in the van and drove home. 

When she arrived, Tom was in the kitchen talking to her mom who came to visit. She was late and she knew it. Quickly she started into a story of how she ran into road construction and had to take a short cut. He told her that it was not a shortcut and that she was late. She changed her story and said there was construction and she had to take a detour and that there was more construction on the detour. He wondered why she came home without any panty hose.

To be continued.