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Breaking the Rule

By: madmage



Don't go out after dark. That was the number one rule. Every man, woman and child knew that rule. Everyone could name a friend, a relative who had died breaking that rule. Because after the sunset, the demons had free reign. They walked the streets and flew through the skies. And they made war with the Fellowship. So why, Catherine wondered, was she running down the street an hour after sundown?

It had been a lovely date. Eric had taken her to her favorite restaurant. Afterwards he had taken her to see the new romantic-comedy that she loved, and knew he hated. He had spent the evening waiting on her hand and foot. He complemented her on her clothes and even noticed her new earrings. It had been a almost been a perfect evening. Except Catherine knew Eric only paid this much attention to her when he wanted her forgiveness.

"You're what!?"

"I'm joining the Fellowship," Eric repeated, "I already passed the initiate exam."

The Fellowship of the Light. Warriors against the Demon Scourge. Protectors of the People. Or so their propaganda said. In Catherine's opinion the Fellowship were a bunch of bullies who didn't pay attention to what they were doing. A good number of people felt there would be far less demon attacks if the Fellowship would stop trying to fight.

Eric ran his hand over his shaved head,"Look, Cath. I really don't think the Fellowship is that bad. If you would just..."

"Manhattan."

In the early days of the demons, the Fellowship had found a nest in the subways under the island. Resolving to burn out the infestation, they had sent in a team armed to the teeth. Hours later what was left of the team came out screaming. What had been advertised as a simple mission had turned into a firefight that spilled into the streets, with the Fellowship losing. People were evacuated, but it wasn't easy to get a million people out of a war zone. Many people people got out just fine. Others made deals with the demons to survive. And all too many, like Catherine's aunt got caught in the crossfire. The demons ruled Manhattan now. Of course some believed the propaganda that said the Fellowship stopped a demon invasion from taking over the entirety of New York City. People like Eric.

"Don't think your going to change my opinion Eric." Catherine seethed. "Dammit you know why I don't like them!"

"Cath, just because you know someone who died, doesn't make the Fellowship the bad guys."

"It's not just because I know someone who died Eric," Her voice was quiet, she rarely yelled when angry. Eric knew she was furious when he had to lean in close enough to see the emerald fire in her eyes."It's because they go and start fights in the middle of populated area's and don't care who gets caught in the crossfire. And you're joining them?"

"Look, Cath I don't expect you to understand but..."

"You're right Eric," Catherine interrupted, "I don't understand. And I'm leaving." With that she grabbed her purse and headed for the door.

Eric sat up at that, "Cathy wait, it's too late to be going out!"

"Goodbye, Eric."

There had been plenty of time until sunset. Or so she had thought. Instead she had gotten off at the wrong stop. Instead of getting back on the train she had decided to walk down the street for a bit. Then the streetlights turned on. She started to walk faster. She looked up.

Dark shapes stirred on the rooftop. Wings stretched and claws scratched on stone. One shape jumped from one roof to another across the street. The demons were awake.

Catherine started to run. Fear gave her wings as she raced down the street. She skidded around a corner and bounced off of a parked car. She ran and ran. She ran until she heard a gunshot ring out.

Catherine slid to a stop and stared at the body that landed in the middle of the street. The long mass of wings writhed on the ground trying to get back into the air. Another figure dropped on top of the demon and started tearing into its opponent. A grotesque distorted human face looked up from the demon's corpse, blood dripping from its fangs.

Catherine froze as the vampire crawled of its victim and headed towards her. She felt a scream welling up in her throat when a black bolt of power slammed into the monster, flattening it. Then the fight broke out in earnest. Humans stepped out of alley ways and from behind cars, guns raised. Vampires slipped their leashes to crawl up the sides of buildings. Armored demons dropped to the street swords in hand.

The same fear that had frozen her only moments ago now forced Catherine to move. Looking around she saw that she was standing next to a truck. Grabbing the handle, and pulling the miraculously unlocked door open, she crawled into the cab. Closing the door she hit the power locks and slid beneath the passenger seat. Flashes lit up the street as guns barked. The truck rocked as bolts of demon magic crashed down next to it. She buried her face in her hands, doing her best to muffle her cries.

Then it was quite.

Catherine held still to scared to move. Afraid of what might still be out there. Tapping on the windshield made her look up. A skeletal shadow loomed in the truck as a vampire scratched at the glass. It saw Catherine looking and hissed.

"Who's in there?" A voice shouted, a man's voice. At the sound of that voice Catherine almost relaxed. Almost. She could still see that vampire scratching at the truck's windshield. "Come out now!"

She still didn't move. There was something in that man's voice that chilled her. She didn't trust that voice. Didn't trust the vampire that scratched at the glass. She didn't move. She couldn't move.

"Come out now!" The vampire leapt from the hood to the top of the cab. Another figure appeared through the windshield, this one fully human. Catherine stared down the muzzle of the rifle pointed down at her. "Come out now, or I will fire!"

Still, Catherine didn't move, terror holding her in place. Then she found her voice, "Please. Someone. Anyone.

"Save me."

Why are so many humans fools? The dark lady looked down at the wrecked street. Cars lay on their sides or completely overturned. More than one was a blazing ruin. Bodies, demon and human, lay broken among the wreckage. And none of this would have happened if the cursed Fellowship hunters hadn't shot down a harmless messenger.Her eyes fell on the shredded body. Truly harmless, even without the Pact. And by killing it the human had opened itself to retaliation. Its fellows had defended it of course, leading to the devastation below.

Her gaze was drawn to a human and vampire team at the edge of the destruction. The human herded its vampire over to a truck that had somehow survived the battle. She watched as the vampire crawled onto the vehicle. The human seemed to be getting excited. It brandished its weapon and said something at the vehicle. It brandished its weapons again, before giving a command to its vampire.

The creature moved out of its master's way as the human climbed on top of the vehicle. It yelled for someone to come out. Then she heard something. A whisper even her ears shouldn't have been able to detect.

"Save me."

Before the sound faded, she was already airborne, dark wings swept back, magic assisting her flight down the dark street. The human never saw her coming. A taloned hand tore him open. The vampire lunged for its master's killer, but a fiery blast threw it back. She dropped to the street as bullets screamed past, grunting when one grazed her arm. Turning back to the truck, she severed the door from the vehicle with a flash of fiery magic. In human strength sent the door spinning into the Fellowship hunters gathered against her. Another bullet bounced off her armor as she pulled the limp figure out of the truck and into her arms. She launched herself into the night sky, disappearing into the darkness.

A ledge halfway up the tall building sat wreathed in shadows. A perfect place for her to perch and study the human in her arms. Clawed feet easily held her in place as black claws brushed a lock of strawberry blonde hair out of the woman's face. Something stirred in the demons heart as she looked down at that face. It wasn't love. She had lived too long to mistake it for that emotion. But it was there. An infatuation that could become more. The demon's heart leapt as emerald eyes fluttered open.

Catherine first became aware of the strong arms cradling her. Then she opened her eyes. Looking down at her were black eyes set in a face of darkest crimson. Above those eyes were rows and columns of horns instead of hair. She was in the arms of a demon. And she was not afraid.

Her heart hummed in her chest. But it wasn't with the fear that had sent her flying down a dark street. It wasn't the fear that had made her tremble as a battle raged around her. It wasn't the fear that had held her frozen when another human had pointed a gun at her. She couldn't quite place the feeling that raced through her, but it wasn't fear.

"Hold tight," Before Catherine could respond to that soothing whisper, a sharp drop mad her wrap her arms around the demon's crimson neck. And then she was flying.

The demon beat her wings, rising above the skyline. Catherine looked down to see the streets racing past below as the demon glided to her destination. Landing on a roof, the demon gently set Catherine on her feet. Straightening, Catherine turned to get her first clear look at her rescuer.Slightly taller than Catherine's modest height, she had black talons on each finger resting on the massive bicep of the opposite arm, folded across a blackened steel breastplate. A leather skirt covered muscular legs ending in clawed feet. 

"You saved me."

"Yes."

"Why?"

"I don't know," she looked down at her talons, "I heard your call and acted. I cannot explain why." 

"Oh," Catherine felt the night catch up with her. The fight with Eric. The run through dark streets. She had to sit down, and she pulled her legs to her chest. Then she thought of the man with the gun. "Did you kill him?"

The demon didn't need to ask as she sat cross-legged next to the human. "Yes. Does that bother you?"

"I'm not sure," Catherine confessed. Her feelings were definitely confused. While she had no love for the Fellowship, it felt strange to think that one of their members would have killed her. In contrast the demon, a supposed enemy of mankind, had saved her life. A long silence passed between the pair. Then Catherine reached over and put her hand on the demon's knee. "I don't even know your name."

The dark lady smiled revealing sharp teeth. "My true name is impossible for the human mouth to pronounce. However, I find Valkyr to be an acceptable substitute."

"Valkyr." Catherine let the name roll in her mouth. She liked the way it felt. "My name is Catherine Hedgekins. Thank you for saving me Valkyr."

You are welcome." Her smile turned into a frown. "Why were you out at night by yourself? Let alone in the middle of that fight."

Catherine hesitated, embarrassed to bring up the argument with Eric. Especially with a demon. "I had an argument with my boyfriend. About him joining the Fellowship. It didn't go very well. So I was going home."

Valkyr couldn't believe what she was hearing. "You mean to say that a man who believes in the tenets of the Fellowship let you walk out his door after nightfall? And he is supposed to care for you? Did he even try to stop you?"

"Well it wasn't dark out when I left his apartment." Catherine said, "I thought I could get home before sunset. I was pretty angry. Eric tends to avoid me when I get angry."

Valkyr cursed, The demonic tongue ringing strangely in Catherine's human ears. "If you were mine, I would have made you stay."

"Made me?" Catherine raised an eyebrow. None of her boyfriends had ever had the courage to make her do anything. "What makes you think you could have made me?"

Valkyr's didn't hesitate. She rolled on top of the human woman, pinning Catherine beneath her. Black eyes looked down into a sea of emeralds, "What makes you think I couldn't?"

Catherine's heart raced. Mere hours ago, she had been on a date with her boyfriend. Now she was on a rooftop, where she didn't know, flirting with a demon. Her heart skipped a beat with the realization that she was flirting. She looked down from the black eyes to Valkyr's lips. She wondered if they were as soft as they looked. Then she noticed they were getting closer. Her own lips parted as the demon pressed herself against the human.

Sparks flew. Catherine felt little flashes burst inside her, unlike anything she'd ever felt before. She had kissed girls before, but something was different this time. No one, man or woman had sent a fire racing through her like Valkyr had with a single kiss. A tongue probed at her lips and she opened to let it pass. Long and slender, it somehow filled her mouth, taking her with a passion she'd never felt from anyone. Suddenly she was no longer on the ground, but in Valkyr's lap, looking down at the demon as their kiss continued, feeding the fire that was building inside her.

Valkyr could feel that fire burning in the human woman. It was building in her as well. It called seductively, whispering a promise of passion, of power. It promised a bond they would tie the two women together for the rest of their lives. With a groan, Valkyr pulled herself from the kiss. Catherine whined, and tried to resume the kiss. Valkyr stopped her, a million things to say racing through her mind. Catherine had to understand what was about to happen, or else it couldn't happen. So many things to be said but before Valkyr could speak, two words fell from Catherine's lips.

"Save me."

It was enough. Valkyr lunged, pressing her lips against Catherine's neck. Magic flowed from that point, racing down the human's chest.

Catherine moaned, digging her nails into her lovers flesh, marking Valkyr, as the demon marked her with the fires of their passion. Then, as the raging fire reached its peak, she threw back her head and screamed her climax into the night sky.

The persistent buzzing of her alarm woke Catherine up. She sat up, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. Looking down she noticed that she was still wearing her clothes from last night. For a moment she looked at them confused. Then the previous night came rushing back. The fight with Eric. Running through the streets. The vampire on the truck. Valkyr. The fire on the rooftop. The flight through the night sky. 

She got up and walked over to the mirror. Catherine opened her blouse and looked at the mark Valkyr had left on her. The black swirling pattern covered her from just above her waistline to just below her collarbone. She studied it a bit more trying to trace the pattern. She gave up, the pattern kept changing.

She decided to take a shower. She stripped off her clothes and was heading down the hall in nothing but a towel. when she heard a sound from the living room. Catherine slowly tiptoed over and looked around the corner. In the middle of the living room was a small creature climbing up a precarious stack of books, one stool and a chair. The creature stood on top of the pile and reached for the ceiling fan. Catherine rushed over to catch it as it promptly toppled its perch. Green eyes blinked up at her. "Hiya!"

"Hi," Catherine examined the creature she was holding. It, she, Catherine thought as she took in the three rows of breasts, looked mostly like a three foot a tall human with black hair and pale skin. "What are you?"

"Imma Kitty Cat!" With a twist the "Kitty Cat" drops down and raises her arms above her head, showing her nude body to the confused human. "I've got kitty ears." She twitched the pointed ears that sat on top of her head, "A kitty tail." She turned and shook her rear end. "And kitty teeth!" She grinned, showing her needle teeth. "Imma Kitty Cat!"

"A "Kitty Cat" with glowing red eyes?"

"They are?" She ran over to the sink and pulled out a pot. She peered into the curved surface. "They are! I wonder why?"

Catherine reached over and plucked a yellow sticky note off of the cat's back. "What's this?"

The cat looked at the note. "It's a sticky note. Oh! You're supposed to call that number! Mistress said to tell you that."

"Mistress? Who is Mistress?" And why am I taking this so calmly? Catherine thought.

"Mistress is Mistress!" The cat said brightly. "She's really tall! As tall as you! And pretty like you too!"

Catherine felt flattered, though she did think that cat's opinion might be biased. But she did start dialing. They picked up on the first ring. "Hello, Catherine."

"Hello, Valkyr." She smiled. Now it made sense, "Why is there someone claiming to be a "Kitty Cat" in my apartment?"

"That is an imp. A thing created when a demon transfers some of its blood and power to a dying animal. in this case a young cat." Valkyr explained. "I won't always be near you, so I assigned a guardian to keep you safe Bonded." Catherine made an odd noise, "Catherine?"

"She...she's licking herself." Catherine whispered in a tone that was equally shocked and amazed.

"She is a cat," Valkyr was confused, "It is normal for cats to do that. Yes?" 

"Not like this." Catherine couldn't help but stare. "She's licking herself between her legs." The cat imp had one legs in the air and was going to town on herself. She had an expression of pure ecstasy on her face and showed no signs of stopping anytime soon.

"She's...Oh, I see." Valkyr amused laugh came over the phone.

"It's not funny," Okay, maybe a little, Catherine thought. "How am I supposed to deal with a naked cat demon any way?"

"She can shift her shape into that of a large domestic cat." was the explanation. "Though you will eventually need documentation for her to accompany you into most public facilities. If you like I can bring them to you later today." An image flashed into her mind of her coworkers seeing the demoness walking through the office. It had an odd appeal.

"I suppose you can bring them over," Catherine said, happy at the thought of seeing Valkyr again. "Are there any other things I should know as your Bonded?"

"Nothing that should arise within the next forty-eight hours." Valkyr replied. "Is see still doing it?"

Catherine glanced over at the imp, "It looks like she's slowing down."

Valkyr chuckled, "Have a nice day Catherine."

"You too, Valkyr." Catherine smiled. Then she looked over at her new cat. "I'm going to take a shower. You had better be done when I get out."

The cat did in fact finish by the time Catherine got out of the shower. When she came back out she found the creature helping herself to a bowl of cereal. "Hello pretty lady. Would you like some too?"

"Yes, thank you." Catherine smiled. The imp's good humor was infectious. It didn't hurt that the cat kept calling her pretty. She needed to come up with a better name than "the imp" though. She thought it over as she worked her way through a bowl of cereal. A number of names came to mind but. ""Do you have a name?"

"Kitty Cat!"

"I know you're a Kitty Cat," and not very bright, Catherine thought. "But what do I call you?"

The imp frowned in concentration. "Pussy?"

"I am not calling you Pussy." The association of that word with the imp brought certain images to mind. "Try again."

"Cunt!"

Catherine choked on her cereal. Startled the imp jumped over the table to pound her on her back. Need to work on her word association, Catherine thought. Leaning back in her chair, she looked directly at the cupboard that concealed her candy stash. "Kit-Cat. How about Kit-Cat?"

"Kit-Cat?" The newly named imp smiled. "KIt-Cat! I like it."

"Great!" Catherine got up and started busying herself with putting breakfast away. "Now I need to get going. Valkyr, your Mistress, said you can change shape. Can you..." Kit-Cat dropped to all fours and changed into a perfectly normal, if somewhat large, black cat. Except of course for the glowing red eyes. "Good enough. Lets go."

Breaking the Rules



Andy Bartholomew is a tough NY Cop with fifteen years experience in the force. Promoted to Detective five years ago he commenced working for the Vice Squad, but is now a respected Homicide Detective. He’s a man’s man and takes no crap from anyone, whether that is a partner, another cop or a criminal. He’s the kind of Cop who works within the rules and takes great pride in his honesty and integrity.  He’s the type of cop who instantly demands respect. At 6’3’ with a very muscular build he regularly represents NYPD at the Police Games. He has a reputation of being uncompromising and hard-hitting. Other cops knew never to test Detective Andy Bartholomew to the limit. It was a view that Andy never discouraged.


At 35, Andy has never been married. It’s not that he hasn’t had some very serious relationships in the past. It’s just that his type of career and a family life don’t always go well together. He’s watched to many other Cops’ families suffer when they sacrifice there personal lives for career and sadly it’s usually the kids who suffer the most. 

Andy and his partner, David Rawkolsky, have been together on Homicide for the past 3 years. Although Andy considers Dave to be one of his best mates that doesn’t mean they live in each other’s pockets though. They’re partners, not bosom buddies, but they both know they can rely on the other 100% of the time.

They are currently working on a homicide investigation related to the murder of a young prostitute. Their investigation is going nowhere fast. Too many people in the department and the media saying, ‘it’s just another hooker,’ but that’s not their way. As far as Andy and Dave are concerned someone’s life has been taken in the most heinous and violent of circumstances. Apart from the fact that nobody deserves to die that way it also means that there is a murderer out there on the streets who could strike again anytime soon.

There investigation was leading Andy back onto some old familiar turf. He’s been reacquainting himself with some of the girls on the street, who he knew from his days in Vice. He was checking out all news on the street. At this stage nobody had anything serious to report. The girls were rather frightened though and were sticking close to each other and their pimps for added safety.

‘Celebrity’, the young hooker found murdered in the park, had been subjected to some of the most brutal abuse that Andy and Dave had witnessed in there time. Her body had been repeatedly slashed in a frenzied attack and both her breasts had been severed and as yet not located. Andy wondered whether this meant the killer was keeping trophies? This was the second of a similar type of attack in the last month. Andy’s fear was that this had the potential to be a serial killer on the loose. The previous murder was a hooker too. There were similarities between these two murders, but the latter one was much more violent. 

Tonight Andy and Dave planned on doing a bit more footwork and getting around some more of the girls on the beat. They needed to know more about Celebrity; the places she haunted and the circle she worked in.

Their first port of call was a seedy little bar called ‘Bob’s Bar & Grill’ located close to the scene of Celebrity’s murder. Bob’s was well known to the cops as a frequent pick up place for the girls. They cruised down the street and pulled up around the corner from the bar. They’d already spotted 3 or 4 girls standing just back from the corner.

Andy was first to walk around the corner, Dave trailing a couple of paces behind. As he turned the corner he bumped straight into one of the girls. Andy immediately recognized Kelly. She hadn’t changed all that much in the last couple of years. She was still a stunning piece of ass, Andy thought. He could never work out why Kelly was on the street. She was no junky and she could have been a model, had her life taken a different turn.

Kelly recognized Andy too. Although he was a cop and she should have bolted into the night, Kelly knew that Andy wasn’t here to bust her. ‘Detective Bartholomew, so nice to see you again,’ Kelly drawled. ‘Here for business or pleasure?’ Kelly asked. ‘Purely business, Kelly,’ Andy answered. ‘Detective Rawkolsky and I are investigating the murder of Celebrity and we want to speak to anyone who saw her between the hours of 11pm last Friday and the time she was found the following morning,’ Andy said. Kelly shook her head and said, ‘Celebrity was here that evening, but she took off with some trick about 9.00pm and that was the last we saw of her.’ Andy quickly asked, ‘Can you give us a description of the john or his car?’ ‘No, none of were taking any particular interest. We just thought it was another john. I can vaguely remember seeing the guy through the care window, but I can’t really give you any details,’ she replied. Kelly provided him with whatever info she could recall, which didn’t happen to be much. They spoke with the other girls, but didn’t really find out anything they hadn’t already learned. Before leaving Andy gave Kelly his contact details and said, ‘If you remember anything else or see this guy again you call me, ya hear.’

They moved on and cruised around for a few hours, until they decided about 3am to call it a night and head home. Dave dropped Andy off at his apartment, before heading home too.

Andy opened the door, switched on the light and headed for the fridge. It was late, but he needed a beer to unwind before getting some sleep. He sat down on the lounge, without turning on the TV, and surveyed his surroundings. He’d really done quite well for himself over the years. It was an up market apartment, very stylishly furnished with art deco furniture, which complemented the modern feel of the apartment. Looking out the wide window in the lounge he could see the lights of the city twinkling in the distances.

Andy leaned back with his eyes closed and started to run the days events over in his mind. Nothing new had really presented itself in the investigation. As yet there was nothing to link the two murders, but gut feeling had him a little anxious. Andy knew that more often than not his gut feeling had a way of becoming reality. For once he hoped that wasn’t going to be true.

Lying there thinking through the conversation with Kelly, Andy pondered again why a girl like her was on the street? She was obviously well educated and he’d never known her to be involved in the drug scene. That in itself was quite extraordinary, as that was what brought most of the other girls there. In her own way she seemed even a little shy. She certainly wasn’t your average hooker, he thought.

With his beer finished and knowing he had an early meeting in the morning Andy headed off to bed. He was beat and was asleep in seconds. His mind wandered from dream to dream and funnily enough Kelly was in most of them. Some hours later a shrill ringing disturbed a very provocative dream of him and Kelly, which he shutdown immediately the phone roused him.

Grabbing the phone, Andy answered in a gruff sleepy voice, ‘What?’ Dave quickly replied, ‘We’ve got another one.’ Andy was totally awake now and sat up in bed quickly. ‘Is it the same MO?’ he asked. ‘Yeah, but even more frenzied than the others,’ Dave replied. ‘I’m hitting the shower, pick me up in ten,’ Andy replied as he replaced the receiver and headed for the shower. Standing under the water Andy’s thoughts momentarily drifted back to his night of aimless dreams, wondering what they all meant. He remembered Kelly’s significant role in them and instantly felt himself stir. Now wasn’t the time to reminisce though. He had a case to solve.

Showered and changed, Andy headed to the lift and made his way down ready to meet Dave. He jumped into Dave’s car as it pulled up in front of him and said, ‘Ok, you better brief me, Partner.’ Dave quickly filled him on the details he’d received over the phone from a desk sergeant at headquarters. They were being called in to go over the three crimes and to start running analysis. It was too early to alert media of the potential of a serial murderer, but it sure was shaping up that way. They needed forensic reports back and they need to run tests on the latest victim too, before they could make any serious comparisons.

During briefing they had learned that the latest victim was found not all that far from where Celebrity’s body had been dumped. They were shown initial first photos from the crime scene and were to attend the autopsy later that morning. It was evident that the stabbings and marks had a very close similarity to the previous two victims and this one’s breasts were severed too. But the violence was even more alarming. There was hardly a square inch of flesh that didn’t have a stabbing mark. So violent was the attack that the victims face was totally disfigured. They were only able to identify her from cards found in her wallet.

Andy and Dave left headquarters and were driving to the morgue, when they heard the news bulletin announcing that another prostitutes body had been found. ‘Christ, it doesn’t take those vultures long to pounce,’ Dave spat out. ‘At least they didn’t mentioned the word SERIAL yet,’ Andy replied. ‘Yeah, the bastards just love creating news, before we even know what we’re dealing with,’ Dave said. ‘They’ll have every hooker in NYC starting to panic, which probably isn’t a bad thing’, Andy commented. ‘At least it might make them a little more careful,’ Dave replied.

After spending an hour at the morgue, they knew that the victim had died from multiple stab wounds. She’d been sexually assaulted, just like the other two. She had burn marks on her wrists where she’d been struggling to free herself from whatever it was that she was manacled with. Like the other two, the only evidence was fibres found on the skin where she’d been tied. Each time the killer had cut them free and removed the restraint. They’d yet to identify exactly what the restraint was made of. It was some unusual kind of fibre, not the normal rope you’d expect. Forensics was making it a priority.

Andy turned his cell phone back on and it immediately beeped alerting him to messages. He listened to the messages one after another, until he got to a frantic message from Kelly, the hooker from the previous evening. In her confused ramblings she was saying that she knew the victim and that she’d been at Bob’s Bar & Grill late last night. Kelly also thought she might have seen the John that picked her up.

Andy knew that it was useless to head to Bob’s this early in the day, as none of the girls would be there. They decided to return to HQ and go over some details; hoping to find some other common links in all the statements they’d taken so far.

It was many hours later that Andy and Dave left HQ and headed out for a meal. They’d worked through lunch, as they were now accumulating an extensive amount of material. They decided to head to Bob’s Bar & Grill to eat, hoping that Kelly might show up early, if she showed at all. Her message gave the impression that she was particularly distressed, which Andy could understand completely. Three of her working colleagues had been murdered and she thinks she may have seen the killer. That’s one hell of a load for any young woman to bear, he thought.

Andy and Dave were sitting back having a quiet beer after their meal. Although they were on duty, they knew to sit somewhere like Bob’s and not have a beer was going to bring obvious and unwanted attention from other patrons. Kelly showed about 11pm. She wasn’t alone. She was with another 3 or 4 girls. Dave spotted her first and nudged Andy. ‘She’s here old mate,’ Dave said and shrugged his shoulders towards the window. At least they had enough sense to try for safety in numbers, Andy thought, as he glanced out the window. Andy suggested that it might be wise to speak to her alone, as he knew her from the old days and she was already frightened enough. Dave agreed, as Andy stood and then made his way towards the exit.

Kelly spotted Andy immediately and broke away from the other girls and headed in his direction. Andy could see the frightened stunned look in her eyes as she approached him. ‘Thank God you’re here’ Kelly stuttered. ‘I took the chance that you’d come tonight and decided to come with the other girls,’ Kelly continued. Andy could tell from the way her voice raced that she was frightened beyond belief. He draped his arm over her shoulder, pulled her close offering comfort and told her to ‘Calm down love or you’ll give yourself a heart attack.’ Andy could feel Kelly’s body sway into his like she was ready to pass out. He tightened his grip on her. ‘I know you’re worried Kelly, but you need to calm down so that we can talk,’ Andy said. ‘Calm down, Jesus, how can I calm down I’m sure I saw the bastard who’s been doing this, killing my friends,” Kelly jumbled out all at once.

Andy looked her deeply in the eyes and said, ‘You know who’s doing this?’ ‘Not exactly, but I’m sure I’ve seen him here before picking up other girls. I just don’t know who he is though. I’m almost certain he’s the same guy who picked up Celebrity too’ Kelly replied rather shakily. ‘Kelly, do you think this guy realized that you recognized him?’ Andy asked. ‘Not initially, no, he pulled up in his car and Stella and I both walked over to the window, but I allowed Stella to pick him up, as I knew she was desperate for cash and needed a fix. I leaned down catching a glimpse of his face and said, ‘Your lucky night to night Darling, you’ve got one of the best,’ Kelly disjointedly said. ‘It wasn’t until he was driving away from the curb that he glanced back and we made fleeting eye contact, that I think he may have realized I recognized him. The look in his eyes was pure evil’ Kelly mumbled.

Andy thought fast and realized he couldn’t leave Kelly out here alone. She was going to be a sitting duck if this guy had recognized her and he needed her alive to help identify whoever this bastard was that was committing these murders. Andy motioned through the bar window for Dave to come and join them. Dave quickly rose to his feet and made his way out. As he approached, Andy said, ‘Dave, we need to get Kelly out of here. I think she’s in real danger.’ ‘Why, what the hells going on?’ Dave asked. ‘I’ll brief you on the way,’ he replied.

They turned the corner and headed to Dave’s car. Once they were all belted in Dave pulled the car out into the flow of traffic. ‘Right, starting talking Partner and fill me in,’ Dave demanded. Andy quickly told him of his conversation with Kelly and about her suspicions that the guy who picked Stella up was possibly the same guy who picked up Celebrity. ‘Where we heading man?’ Dave asked. ‘Hell, I don’t know. All I thought of was getting Kelly out of there and out of immediate danger,’ Andy replied. ‘We don’t know that the bastard hasn’t already got Kelly under surveillance, especially if he realized that Kelly maybe able to ID him,’ Dave whispered to Andy.  ‘I know, I’m worried about that too,’ Andy replied. ‘We need to get her out of the city, Dave,’ Andy said. ‘The only thing I can think of at short notice is my little holiday house out at Island,’ Andy said. ‘Kelly we’re going to get you out of the city tonight. I want you as far away from your normal haunts as we can get you, until you’re able to help identify this bastard, ok?’ Andy told her. Kelly silently nodded her head in agreement.

‘Right Dave, you drop me off at home and I’ll grab my car and then you head into HQ and grab as many mug shot and whatever else you can think of so that we can make a start on identifying this guy and meet us at the house first thing in the morning, ok’ Andy said. Dave swung around and headed for Andy’s apartment, dropping them off about 15 minutes later. 

Andy didn’t waste anytime. He knew it was imperative to get Kelly out of the city as quickly as possible. Poor Kelly, Andy thought, she’s totally spooked by everything that has happened. 

Andy grabbed a few clothes and bustled Kelly towards the underground car park. They jumped in his car and started to make their way out of the city. Andy decided small talk was needed, something to help Kelly take her mind of things. ‘Well Kelly, I hope you’ll like my little holiday home. It’s nothing flash, but should be comfortable enough for the next few days,’ Andy said. ‘I’m sure it’ll be great Andy and I can’t thank you enough for taking care of me,’ Kelly replied. Kelly settled back into silence again and Andy continued on through the traffic. It was late and the traffic was fairly light this time of night. They were making good time and it shouldn’t take then too long to arrive, Andy thought.

The silence allowed Andy to think things through a little more in his mind. This certainly wasn’t a typical night for anyone. It sure wasn’t following police protocol; sheltering a known prostitute. Actually, Andy thought, I could get myself seriously reprimanded for taken things into my own hands. But at the time it seemed liked the only solution. Andy also knew that Kelly was no threat to him personally. She wasn’t what you’d class as the normal breed of hooker and didn’t appear to have a crooked bone in her body. For a hooker, she was a fairly straight chick, Andy reflected.

Before long they were pulling into the driveway of Andy’s holiday home. Andy looked at the little house as they come to a stop. This house held many wonderful memories for him. His parents had bought it when Andy was a teenager and they’d spent many blissful vacations here. When his parents passed away the house automatically become Andy’s. He knew he’d never part with it no matter what. The memories were to precious and all he had left of that time in his life.


Andy knew it was going to be late morning before Dave gathered all the info and headed on down to meet them at the house. He ushered Kelly inside, switching on the lights as they passed threw the door. ‘Oh, Andy it’s just so sweet,’ Kelly said. ‘Thanks,’ Andy replied in a slightly embarrassed tone. ‘Can I get you a drink or something? I come down here whenever I can get away and it’s always fully stocked,’ Andy said. ‘The one thing I’d really like to do is take a shower, if that’s ok?’ she asked. ‘Sure, be my guest, but I’ll show you around first, ok,’ he replied. Andy quickly showed Kelly where everything was located and told her to help herself to what ever she needed. He led her through to the bathroom and showed her where the fresh linen was kept. ‘There’s soap, shampoo and whatever else you need in the cupboard under the vanity unit,’ Andy said and then turned away to leave her to shower.

Andy returned to the little kitchenette and decided to rustle up some to eat before Kelly returned. It has been a long night he thought and she has most likely not eaten. Fifteen minutes later Andy heard the shower being turned off. He decided to fix them both a stiff drink. Sure of the fact that Kelly would appreciate one. Moments later she stepped out from the bedroom dressed in one of his T-shirts. He was a little startled. Without the gaudy make-up, the hooker outfit and with her long hair hanging damply over her shoulders, she was even more beautiful, he decided.

Andy stammered, ‘I hope you found everything you needed Kelly?’ ‘Yes, everything was where you said it would be and I hope you don’t mind that I took the liberty of raiding your closet?’ she replied. ‘Not at all, actually it looks better on you than it does on me,’ Andy laughed trying to lighten the moment. ‘Come into the dining room, I’ve fixed us some thing to eat and a drink,’ he said. Kelly followed Andy into the dining room and took a seat directly opposite him. After they’d eaten and were on their second drink, Andy said, ‘You realize I need to ask you some more questions Kelly?’ ‘Yes, I know we’ve got a lot of things to go through. I just hope that between us we can identify this bastard,’ she replied. ‘Ok, we are going to need to start at the beginning and go through everything you’ve already told me, but in a lot more detail,’ Andy said. Slowly they went back over the events of the night before, but other then filling a few gaps nothing else really emerged.




Breaking The Rules



It is my personal rule never to fool around with a co-worker. Michael was the exception to my rule. I’d heard the buzz about the ‘hot new guy in Marketing’ before I met him. During drinks with the girls one night after work, I learned that Michael was tall, with short, thick, dark brown hair, smoldering green eyes, and a tight ass. “Tight, but juicy,” Sheila had told me. 

The girls were right. He was everything they described, and more. He was attractive, confident and funny. I hit it off with him immediately. We became fast friends exchanging silly e-mails, lingering at the coffee machine early each morning and chatting in the copy room every chance we had. I enjoyed our playful working relationship during the day, and fantasized about him as I pleasured myself each night. 

One late night at the office, it seemed my fantasies might come true…           I closed my office door, removed my blazer and hung it over the back of my chair. I sat down, kicked my shoes off beneath my desk and began working. It wasn’t until the phone rang that I looked at the clock. I’d been working hard and steady for nearly two hours, and it showed. My blouse was partially unbuttoned, sleeves were pushed up above my elbows, and my long, blond hair was twisted into a loose, misshapen bun.

I picked up the receiver. “Hey, it’s Michael. Working late?” he asked. 

“Yes, I’m just trying to finish this proposal,” I replied. 

“Am I interrupting?” he asked politely.   

“Oh, no. Actually, I can use the break,” I offered. I leaned back in my chair, arched my back and stretched.

“Well, to be honest, I just can’t stop thinking about you,” he said in a smooth, seductive voice. There was silence for a moment. I didn’t know how to respond. His comment seemed inappropriate, but I liked hearing it. The truth was I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him either. I wasn’t sure what to say, so I stayed quiet.

He went on, “I’m just imagining you, sitting at your desk, leaning back in your chair. What are you wearing?” 

“I’m wearing a skirt and a blouse,” I stated simply.

“What kind of skirt? Short? Long? Tell me,” he coaxed.

“Short, I guess. It ends right above my knee.”

“Pull it up higher, around your hips,” he ordered.

“What?” I laughed. “Are you serious?” I was shocked, but intrigued. Our conversations had often been mischievous, but had never taken a turn in this direction. I was uncertain, but curious. I wondered where this could go. 

“Come on, Liz. Pull it up. What are you wearing underneath?” he asked breathlessly.

“You’re nuts,” I told him. I waited. I wanted to see if he was playing around. He didn’t respond, so I gave in. “I’m wearing panties…and pantyhose,” I replied. He was quiet and I knew he was waiting for more detail. “Okay…pink satin panties and just ordinary pantyhose, you know?”

“Mmmm,” he growled, “pull that skirt up and take those pantyhose down.”

I pondered it for a moment. It seemed so ridiculous, but part of me wanted to do it. “Come on, Liz. Please,” he pleaded. I could hear him breathing and it was turning me on.

“Okay,” I said as I pushed the phone to my ear with my shoulder. I pulled my skirt up and took my pantyhose down just below my knees. “I did it,” I whispered.

“Good. Now, touch your pussy through your panties,” he directed.  

I hesitated for a moment, and then slid a finger along my slit, over my panties. “Mmmm, feels good,” I murmured.

“Yeah,” he breathed, “rub your pussy.”

I continued to brush my fingers over my pussy, lightly as I listened to him. A soft moan escaped from my throat.

“My cock is so hard,” he grunted, “I’m stroking it, and thinking of you.”

I slipped my hands into my panties. “Ohhh, I’m touching my bare pussy,” I sighed. 

He responded with a low groan that seemed to tickle me inside. I was so aroused by his sharp, shallow breathing. I could tell he was excited and it thrilled me. He forced out his words, “Bare? Are you shaved?”

“Yes,” I purred. “Do you like that?”

“Oh my God, yes. I love it,” he grunted. “Tell me what you’re doing to that pussy.”

“I’m fingering it,” I hissed as I pushed two fingers inside and began rubbing my clit with my thumb. “I’m fingering my cunt.” 

“Oh, God. Yes. Oh, Elizabeth. Yes,” he mumbled. “Tell me what you’re doing to your cunt.” 

“I’m fucking it. I’m thinking of your cock and I’m fucking it.” I bucked my hips against my fingers, whimpering and moaning, “Oh, fuck. Yes! I’m fucking my cunt!”

“Oh, I wish it was me,” he wailed. “I wish it was me inside you.”

His words pushed me right over the edge. I cried, “I’m gonna cum!” My pussy tightened around my fingers and a warm, blissful feeling radiated from between my legs throughout the rest of my trembling body. Just a few seconds into my orgasm, I heard him begin to climax, too. Then, there was silence. I didn’t know what to say, so I hung up.

I replayed the whole thing as I lay in bed that night. I imagined Michael stroking his cock. My stomach flipped as his grunts and moans echoed in my head. I pictured his face, grimacing as he erupted in his hand. I could still hear him calling my name…

I woke up the next day feeling very sexy, a little side-effect from my encounter with Michael. I dressed in a short gray skirt, a white satin top, thigh high panty hose and no panties. I wanted to be prepared if Michael was up for another after-hours phone call. I didn’t realize the significance of the previous night’s events until I saw him that day.  I had completely forgotten that I had hung up on him. I was making copies in the copy room when he walked in.

“Hey there,” he said casually.

I turned to look at him and suddenly felt embarrassed. I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks. I looked down at the machine in front of me and mumbled, “Hey.”

“Hey,” he said again softly. He was right behind me. I could feel the heat from his body as he drew closer. He placed his hands on my waist and with his lips next to my ear. He whispered, “Hey you.”

I closed my eyes and leaned back into him. “Yes?” I managed.

“You hung up on me last night,” he accused. “Why did you do that?

I took a deep breath. His arms encircled my waist. “Why?” he asked huskily as his lips brushed against my neck. “Don’t you like me?”

“Michael,” I began. I raised my arm up and placed my hand behind his head, pulling him to me. “I like you, very much.” His hands moved from my waist up to my breasts and I gasped. He cupped them and massaged them firmly.

He pressed his hard cock into me as he caressed my tits. “I like you, too” he said, pinching my nipples between his fingers until they were hard little buds. 

“Should we be doing this?” I asked warily. “Someone could walk in.”

He kept rubbing my tits. “We’ll make it fast.” 

His hands felt so good on my body. I couldn’t resist. He planted little kisses all over my neck as I lifted my skirt up over my hips. I placed my hands over his and guided them between my legs to my wet, exposed pussy. “See how much I like you?” I said breathlessly.

Michael traced his finger along my slippery slit and groaned, “Ohhhh, Liz.” He pulled away, fumbled for a moment and pulled his hard cock out of his pants. “I’ve got to have that.” 

I lifted my leg up onto the copier stand and leaned forward, showing him my pussy. He took his cock in his hand and rubbed the head along my moist pussy lips. He teased my clit a moment before shoving his cock in deep with one fluid motion. We groaned together as he held himself deep inside me.  

He began pumping, slowly into my cunt. I squeezed myself around his dick. My pussy made juicy, sucking sounds as he thrust into me. He grabbed my hips and started moving harder and faster. “Fuck me,” I begged him. “Oh, please, fuck me!”

“You feel so good,” he breathed. “You feel so good around my cock!” He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me upright. I felt his chest against my back. He held me tight, squeezing my breasts hard as he fucked me.

I kept pushing against him. My skin was wet and moist. I could feel my juice all over my bald pussy and thighs. I began to shake. “I’m cumming, Michael!” I exclaimed as my pussy spasmed around him. 

He didn’t slow or stop. He kept pounding me all the way through my orgasm, holding on to me. After a few more thrusts he announced, “I’m gonna cum!” He pushed deep into me and began to explode, crying out, “Oh, Liz!” I could feel his cock jerking inside me as he clung to me. He rested his chin on my shoulder and spoke softly, “Oh, you are so good.”

“Mmmm,” I hummed softly. “You are pretty good yourself,” I said, smiling.

I guess some rules are worth breaking. 



Breaking The Rules



Vanville is a small college town; small college, small town. The Van part is for vanilla. At least, that is how I viewed it during my four years there. 

Being a 22 year old freshman with limited funds I needed a job and a place to stay. My guidance counselor was not much help with either so I took a room near the school and continued to look for employment. 

The living arrangements were cramped and noisy. I shared a room with three other first year students, all younger than me. Having been in the service I was accustomed to barracks life where rowdy guys made lots of noise. However, I was not accustomed to having a cranky landlady pestering me and three 18 year olds hogging the bathroom and disturbing my study.

A red headed junior and I saw the notice on the school bulletin board at the same time. 'Assistant Manager, Room and Board.'

The red head wanted a ride and I said okay. On the way we introduced ourselves. He was Jerry and came from 100 miles to the east. He was 20 years old and in his third year. I gave him a run down, "my name is Phil and I'm 22, near 23. I'm a freshman from 150 miles to the north."

Tom, the restaurant owner, interviewed us separately, then excused himself. When he returned he brought us together to state the rules, "I only want to tell you this once," he said.

Rule # 1: You will keep your living quarters clean at all times. No food or alcohol is allowed. 

We had been sitting in a booth, Jerry and I on one side with Tom across the table. He read the rules from a soiled sheet of paper which he had dug out of his pocket.

"You guys don't smoke do you?" Tom had asked. He was a giant, not much older than me but his weight, probably near 300 pounds, pulled his jowls down to make him look much older. His hands, I noticed, were small but they were attached to arms that resembled sewer pipes. We both shook our heads, no.

Rule # 2: No fraternization with the waitresses or female kitchen staff.

Tom's eyes had questioned our understanding of the rule, he seemed pleased with his use of the big word. 

"You ain't queers are you?" He looked first to me, then to Jerry. We both shook our heads, no. I wanted to laugh but didn't dare.

Rule # 3: You will be required to check the work schedules on the bulletin board. Your schedules will be flexible and you will be expected to adjust as your work schedule changes.

Tom must have seen the expression on my face. He turned to give me a chance to speak.

"I don't know about Jerry but I've got a pretty rigid class schedule that..."

Tom waved me off, "I know all about that, hell, I went there myself, trust me, your schedule won't interfere with your classes." He had a half grin on his face to reinforce, 'trust me.'

"I don't have a car," Jerry said, tentatively, "I'll have to depend on Phil or someone else for a ride."

Tom showed the half grin again and said, "just be here when you're scheduled to work," the half grin fading. He had folded the paper and placed it back in his shirt pocket. 

On the way back to school we compared notes. 

"We should have asked to see the rooms," Jerry said. We were still reeling from having secured the jobs in a short time and were second guessing our decision to accept them. 

"You're right," I agreed, thinking that anything would be better than the rooming house. Sharing space with the red head was bound to be better and rule # 1 sort of appealed to me. I like things clean and orderly.

"You ever work in a restaurant before?" Jerry asked.

"No," I laughed, "I pulled K.P. a couple of times while I was in the states but overseas we had locals do that sort of thing. Have you?"

"Nope, I worked part time in a shoe store in high school and summers since. You were overseas? where?" he seemed interested.

"Europe, almost 3 years," I answered.

"I'll bet he played football," I said.

"Must have been before my time," Jerry said, "I'll check."

*~*

The place was a dump. We moved in on Saturday morning and were both scheduled to work that day; Jerry from 11 AM. until 8 P.M. and me from 4 P. M. until closing time at 1 A.M. 

The staircase leading to our quarters above the restaurant was accessible from the back door where deliveries were made and customers, who knew the layout, could cut through the kitchen. To the rear of the restaurant was a parking lot, shared by other tenants in the building and by the bakery, which we later discovered was also owned and operated by Tom.

The apartment consisted of an outer room that served as a wide hallway with two doors, one leading to the bathroom and the other to our bedroom. There were windows overlooking the street in both rooms. Paint on the window frames was cracked and flaking as was the linoleum covering the floors. Boards, remnants of a desk, were scattered along one wall of the outer room. There were two single beds, two dressers and one closet in the bedroom with ample space between. 

We looked around and nodded our approval. It would be much better than the rooming house. Hungry, we both dumped our stuff and went down stairs to get something to eat.

Jake, a senior and the assistant manager who had been assigned to show us the ropes introduced us to:

Rule # 3a. Meals will be taken on your own time.

Jake looked at the clock before announcing to Jerry, "It's seven minutes to eleven, you don't have time to order and check in to work on time."

As it turned out, Jake was not a bad guy, he was just making a point. He motioned for Jerry to follow him to the back. When they returned Jerry was wearing an apron.

"Go ahead and order," he said to both of us. Rule # 3a, which Tom had failed to mention, applied only to before-work meals. There would be a mid-shift meal and if you were not too tired, you could eat again after your shift. 

"That's one thing about Tom, he's not stingy about how much you eat," Jake said, confidentially.

"Not to look at him," I laughed, agreeing that Tom was not stingy with food.

"Careful," Jake warned me, "he's not here today but you don't want him hearing that you said anything about his weight, he can be one mean guy."

I spent the next four hours sweeping, moping and tidying up the apartment. Whoever had lived there before had left in a hurry. There were a few telltale signs that indicated rule # 1 had not been followed. I emptied a trash can full of wine bottles and beer cans. The remains of a stale sandwich was lodged near the bottom. It took about an hour to scrape off the crud that had accumulated in the shower. When 4 o'clock came I had still not made my bed.

My introduction to the restaurant business included busing tables, cleaning the pots and pans that had been used to prepare the evening meal, sweeping, and mopping the floors as the last customers left.

After work we broke Rule # 1. Jerry had gone to the apartment after his shift and discovered my handy work. He had then convinced a liquor store clerk that he was 21.

"My treat," he said as he handed me a beer. We compared notes.

Jerry recited another sub rule. We were not to enter the restaurant when it was closed. Rule # 1a: On Sunday we could eat at the bakery around the corner. 

"Sounds good to me," I said, approvingly, "but the bakery closes at two and we can't bring stuff back here, rule # 1, right?

"Bummer," he said.

"How did you like Carrie?" I asked, referring to a cute waitress who had worked his shift. She was a sophomore with short dark hair and a nice body.

"Rule number 2," he reminded me, laughing, then adding, "not bad at all."

I had learned that Jake was to be our group leader until we were trained and on our own. We were to alternate week nights and both were to work a shift on Saturday. Jerry would work three week nights and I would work two the first week, then we would alternate nights the following week. With that schedule we decided that one desk would serve us both. We reassembled the loose boards, agreeing to take turns using it on Sundays. 

"I've got to schedule my classes better next quarter," I said to Jerry one morning on the way to school. I was averaging five hours sleep on the nights I worked and finding it difficult to study on my free nights. 

"Let me know what you come up with, I need to ride with you," he reminded me.

At the end of our third week rule number 3 was enforced, the one about adjusting to the schedule. Jake asked us to work Sunday, at the bakery.

"Both of us?" I asked. The bakery was open from 6 A.M. until 2 P.M. on Sundays and I wouldn't finish my shift at the restaurant until 1 that same morning. I had been looking forward to sleeping in on Sunday morning. 

"Both of you," Jake gave no sign of wavering, "the bakers go in at 4 but you two don't need to be there until six. Set your alarm," he advised.

We were having our customary Saturday night nightcap when Jerry told me what he had learned. Tom Cupid, our giant boss, had attended the school two years and had started at offensive tackle in six games his second year. Apparently, he had left school after the football season, gotten married and bought the restaurant. 

More recently he had bought the bakery and was trying to make a go of two failing businesses in an outdated business district. The run down buildings and lack of parking had chased others to new malls or to modern single story buildings. 

"Rule number four," I suggested.

"What's that?" Jerry asked.

"There should be a rule against stupidity," I joked.

By 2 P.M. on Sunday I was so beat I didn't even try to study. We had served coffee and donuts to early risers, newspapers and pastries to church goers and deli meats and salads to the after church crowd. I even decorated a cake for a lady who was going to visit her aunt in a nursing home. "You're a pro at that," she had said, winking.

"You take the desk," I told Jerry, thinking, 'rule number four must apply to me, why am I doing this?'

The following Saturday when I went to work I was surprised to see Tom there. "I gave Jake the day off, that's the kind of guy I am," the big man boasted. He sat on a high seat behind the cash register where he could see the entire operation, what his employees were doing and what his customers were eating. During a slack period he called Jerry and me over.

"That was a good job you boys did on Sunday. To show my appreciation I've got a surprise for you, I sent my wife to pick it up," Tom said, beaming, watching us for a reaction.

Neither of us knew what to say. To have him acknowledge that we had worked the early shift on short notice was embarrassing to me. I had called him every name I could think of and had vowed to refuse if I was ever asked to do it again. The fact that he appreciated our work was thanks enough but having a surprise promised was even better.

"Now you'll have a place to stash your beer," he said, as if rule number 1 was being amended.

"Thanks Mr. Cupid," Jerry thought to say, which prompted me to I mumble something.

We went back to work with renewed zeal, putting more effort into each mundane task we performed. Maybe the job wasn't so bad after all, the living accommodations were much better than the rooming house had been, the money was good and free food was a bonus. 

There was a tap on the front window, reverberating, attracting our attention to the most charming creature I had ever seen. Tom jumped off his seat and moved to the door as if he were protecting his quarterback from a rushing line backer. 

"Who's that?" I asked Brenda, one of the few non-collegian waitresses. She was in her early thirties and brought some sanity to the place, old enough to be serious about her job but pretty enough to turn a head. I don't think she saw herself that way.

"That, my young friend, is Stephanie, Tom's wife. Now put your eyes back in their sockets," she cautioned, laughing at my curiosity.

Stephanie was stunning! The first thing I noticed were the streaks of blond in her light brown hair, tightly bound to make two short ponytails. Next were the high cheekbones and slim nose above full lips and a pronounced chin. She was wearing a black sweater. I couldn't see below where her breasts strained the black fabric because Tom was blocking the view.

"Stop watching Phil, you'll get yourself into trouble," Brenda warned me. "He's very jealous," she said, too late. Both Tom and Stephanie caught me watching them. Tom was motioning for me to come outside.

'Aw shit!' I thought to myself.

"Steph, this is Phil, he's the young man I was telling you about," Tom said to his wife as I approached. "Phil, this is my wife, Stephanie Cupid."

The gorgeous woman held out her hand and I took it. Below the black sweater she was wearing light tan slacks, loose fitting, defining her hips and legs before flaring at the ankle, hiding, I was sure, a thin chain. Her hand was not soft as I expected, her grip was strong and sure.

I heard Tom say something about the back door. By the way it sounded I was to go there. My head was still in a daze when I saw Tom move to the door and his wife open a car door across the street. I pieced together what I had missed, she was going to drive around to the back parking lot where I was to meet her.

"I saw how neatly you boys are keeping the apartment and just had to reward you," she was saying as I lifted the small refrigerator out of the trunk of her Mercury Cougar. 

"Do you need some help?" she was saying, standing near enough for me to touch, to reach out and snare a handful of the aroma, her aroma. The refrigerator was not heavy, I was staggering from the closeness to her breasts, to her voice. 

"No thanks, It's not heavy," I managed to say. As I backed away, not taking my eyes off her, then realizing that she had been waiting for me to move so she could close the trunk lid.

Later, when Jerry and I reviewed the evening's events, we decided our jobs were not so bad. The refrigerator was just large enough to hold some beer, perhaps a bottle of wine and some cold cuts for sandwiches.

"He didn't actually relax the rule on eating up here," Jerry reminded me.

"That's true, come to think of it, he didn't actually say we could drink beer, he said we would have a place to stash our beer if you remember correctly," I said.

We talked about the contradictions. While I was up stairs plugging in our new refrigerator, Tom had left with his wife. By the time I got back down stairs, Jake was there saying that he had only taken a few hours off to attend to some personal business and Tom had filled in. 

"Why did Tom tell us he had given Jake the night off?" I mused.

Also, there was a question about whose idea it had been for us to have the refrigerator. Tom had claimed that he was giving it to us for working the previous Sunday. Stephanie said it was her idea because we were keeping the apartment so neat.

"She was up here?" Jerry exclaimed. "Shit, I better start making my bed!"

"She works here," I divulged, "Jake told me. She runs the office, it's over the bakery."

"Maybe she runs more than the office," Jerry speculated.

"You may be right, I think Jake has more responsibility than we know about too." I had no grounds for making the statement, it was just a feeling I had. Jake had told me that he lived over the bakery, next door to the corporate office. I was also wondering where Tom had gotten the money to make two unsound investments but I didn't air those thoughts to Jerry, I didn't know him that well yet.

"We better get some sleep," I said, "5:45 will be here before we know it. Jake had given us the word; we were scheduled to work at the bakery again.

*~*

We broke rule # 2. Our Saturday night review of the week had become a ritual. Jerry would wait up for me to get off work; we would exchange information as to what we had learned during the week. One such night as I climbed the stairs to the apartment I was thinking of how I could avoid our late night talk as I was tired and I had my mind set on getting some sleep. When I saw the dark hallway I was relieved. We were not scheduled to work at the bakery the next day and I was anxious to take advantage of the time off.

I shed my clothes and stumbled into bed, only to discover that I was still wound up from the Saturday night shift. Couples from night clubs and drunks from bars had come in to have scrambled eggs or a waffle with greasy meat before heading home. Maintaining order in the place had made me tense. I rolled over and thought I heard a rustle coming from Jerry's bed. That wasn't like him, he always slept soundly after a couple of beers on Saturday night.

Then I heard bare feet padding across the linoleum. Stunned, I sat up as Carrie turned toward me. She gave me a short wave as she silently shuffled toward the door, one of Jerry's T shirts covering her butt. 

Nothing was said. When I awoke Carrie was gone and Jerry had already eaten so I trudged over to the bakery alone. There was a November chill in the air, chilly enough for a second blanket when I went back to bed. 

Jake broke them up, or so he thought. On Monday when we got home from school there was a note tacked to our door. Jerry and I were to switch shifts. This put me with Carrie and Jerry with Brenda. For the first time since we started the job I had Saturday night off. 

It was Jerry who suggested that Carrie and I take in a movie that she wanted to see. I quoted Rule # 2 which made them laugh. Jerry reasoned, "It's not like you're fraternizing, what's Jake going to do, change your shift again?" 

It was spitting snow when we exited the theater. I suggested we get something to eat and Carrie said fine. My idea was to try the fare at a nearby cafe but when she took my hand and headed toward our workplace I went along. It was decided that she would go in the front door and wait for Jerry, I would go to the back stairs and up to the apartment. Much of the movie crowd had gotten there before us.

Every seat was taken and there was a line waiting to get in the front door. I had never seen it so busy. From our view through the front window, the waitresses were in frantic mode. There was no sign of Jake or Jerry. I steered Carrie to the alley and through the back door.

Jerry was working at the grill in the kitchen and an assistant cook was dishing up orders. Marsha, the dish washer, was manning the fryer. Knowing I was better than he on the grill, I asked Jerry what he wanted me to do. "Get some order at the front," he said, a quiet calmness in his voice, sounding exactly like Jake. Carrie followed me without waiting for orders from Jerry.

We learned from Brenda that there had been an accident in the kitchen. The cook had slipped and fallen, landing with his arms on the grill surface. Jake had taken him to the hospital to have the burns administered to.

Carrie took over the cash register and I cleared tables in an effort to make space for the waiting crowd so as not to loose them. As the last movie goers paid their tabs the night clubbers began to arrive.

Jake came in just as I finished mopping the floor. Everyone else was busy with closing chores. He began to clap his hands. It was then that I realized that Jake, who was about my age, was a true leader. He was showing his appreciation for a job well done.


Carrie followed the others as if to leave through the front door but when she lingered it was clear to everyone what was going to take place. Brenda, sensing that I did not want to go upstairs, asked me to take her home. Overhearing this, Jake shrugged his shoulders, said goodnight and told me to lock up.

On the way to her house Brenda told me something about herself. She had worked at the restaurant since Tom and Stephanie had bought it and had seen three sets of assistant managers come and go. Jerry and I were the forth set. When she adjusted the volume on the radio and turned her body to face me I surmised that she was going to divulge something personal about herself. "I have a child, he stays with my mother when I work," she said. There was no mention of her husband and I didn't press her. It was much later before I learned that she had been divorced for some time and that her mother lived next door.




Breaking The Rules



"Would you like to come in?" she asked when we got to her house. We both knew that I couldn't go back to the apartment just yet but when I hesitated she said, "Taking someone home is not fraternizing."

Three hours later, at her door, laughing, she said, "Now that's what I call fraternizing!"

*~*

Nothing was said. It was as if Rule # 2 had been lifted.

We saw less and less of Jake. He would come in and help out when we were the busiest, then disappear, saying he had a paper to write or that he would be at the library if we needed him. I got into the habit of escaping to a back booth during slack times to catch up on reading assignments. By the end of the quarter I was back on track, expecting to pass all of my courses.

Our schedules became fixed. I took the early shift on Saturdays and Jerry was stuck with late closings. It became routine for Carrie and me to go to the movies, after which we would return to the restaurant to help close. I couldn't put my finger on why business had picked up; perhaps it was the season. There were no more schedule changes involving the early shift at the bakery. 

Jerry and Carrie established a new rule. When they said, Rule # 5, I was to make myself scarce. Fortunately, I had a place to go. Brenda, being ten years my senior, wisely rejected my advances toward a serious relationship but she was not against breaking the rules. She enthusiastically endorsed Rule # 5. 

We had a week break between quarters. I used the days off to scrape the old paint from the window frames and put on a fresh coat. I also used the time to fight with Jake over my school schedule. In order to take later morning classes I would have to take a 3 o'clock class which meant we would not arrive at work before a quarter past four. Jake said there was no way he could let us do that. On Monday and Tuesday he quoted Rule # 3a: Eat on your own time.

Jerry worked on him on Wednesday but made no headway. Jake was now strengthening his argument, invoking Rule # 3 proper, 'Your schedules will be flexible and you will be expected to adjust as your work schedule changes.' By inference, he was threatening to make us work the early shift at the bakery again. We backed off.

On Thursday, I appealed to Jake's sympathetic nature, reminding him that he was a student too. We had the same needs, sleep. He relented.

On Friday, Jerry and I went to the campus to arrange our dream schedules. Our first classes of the day would be at 10 A.M.

*~*

Stephanie called us in. I was the last to go. First Jerry, then Carrie, then Brenda had preceded me but we did not get a chance to compare notes so I didn't know what to expect.

It was my first visit to the corporate office. I went up the back stairs and along the hallway, passing the door to which, I knew, must be Jake's apartment. I stopped to read the sign over the office door: "Cupid, Inc."

The large room was brightly lit and freshly painted. The walls were filled with photos of Tom, Stephanie and others. There were photos of their wedding, at ribbon cuttings and views of them cooking, serving and baking. Stephanie was always out front, beautiful, exposing only half of Tom's body to make him look...almost slim. One of two desks in the main room was occupied by a woman who directed me to one of two offices. 

Stephanie was seated at a mahogany table, simple in design, yet elegant, 'like her,' I thought. Windows overlooked Main Street below. The walls were decorated with a flowered wall covering that matched the carpet. She rose to greet me and, as I had remembered, her grip was strong and sure.

"In less than three months you've managed to break or skirt around each of Tom's rules," she began, leaning toward me to deliver her message in a crisp, hushed voice, almost a whisper. Her hair was combed back on the sides of her face, just touching her ears to suggest a 'butch' look. In contrast, she wore a ruffled white blouse and a black skirt that flowed, as I had seen when she stood, to her ankles. 

I acknowledged her charge, silently, wondering if she was wearing an ankle bracelet. 'Which ankle?' I would never know. 

"Everyone knows," she continued, letting her voice rise, shaking her head in disbelief, "except for Tom of course." 

There was melancholy in her eyes as they searched mine. "It would devastate him if he found out, those rules are sacred to him, he is under the impression that strict enforcement of the rules has made us successful."

I wanted to ask why Tom had let us have the refrigerator, 'a place to stash your beer,' he had said. But somehow I knew; it had been Stephanie who had gotten him to relax that rule.

Without my having said a word, we reached an understanding. The meeting was over and Tom would not be the wiser. She rose with me, taking my hand, smiling as she leaned forward to whisper, "I'm sure we're going to make this work." Her grip was strong and sure.



Breaking the Rules



I was never quite sure what to make of Jackie. At times she could be so much fun, the life and soul of the party - and at others she could be such a bitch, a real pain in the ass. She was beautiful and she knew it - short blonde hair, always a nice tan and a slim petite body.

Maybe my problems with her only came to the surface when my husband, Andy, was around. She often told me what a good looking guy I had married and how she fancied him. And she always flirted with him when we were out with her and her husband Greg. Often I had to sit and watch Jackie and Andy dancing a slow set together - her laughing and flashing smiles over at me. Andy loved the attention and enjoyed her company but always assured me that I was the only woman for him. 

I often wondered what Greg thought of it all. He always seemed very quiet and never seemed to mind the flirting that Jackie got up to.

At 39 I had been married for 14 years and generally my relationship with Andy was good. Our sex life was about average - whatever average is! I had never been unfaithful to him and had no reason to suspect that he was unfaithful to me. Despite my closeness to the age of 40 he still seemed happy with my short jet black hair, my reasonably trim body, my slightly sagging 36C boobs and my definitely plump bum.

We had never had children and I guess we had a good social life and plenty of friends. We were very comfortable with each other and had on occasion discussed other people and situations which had occasionally developed with others. These would be harmless situations that occasionally happen at parties after too much wine has been drunk. We had both had members of the opposite sex come on to us at parties in friends houses and at work related functions.

Our agreed rule - which sounds so mature! - was that a little kissing was considered harmless and that there was no problem with touching or being touched through clothing. Anything more than that was breaking the rules. 

The 'rules' seemed to work OK and meant that we could both relax and have fun when we were out without upsetting the other. Not that either of us went looking for it, but it just meant when alcohol took over we could have fun without a feeling of guilt and in the knowledge that we were not harming our own relationship. In my mind I justified it by comparing myself with many of my friends who had succumbed to the odd snog at a Christmas party with a colleague and still lived in fear of their husbands finding out. 

As a result on a few occasions I had enjoyed passionate kisses with a number of guys from work and with the husbands of some of my friends. These were generally drunken exchanges in the back garden at a party or in dark kitchens. It was usually a thrill feeling a different man pressing hard against me, his tongue in my mouth while he squeezed my breasts through my top.

Only once had I broken our 'rules'. It was a New Years Eve party in a friends house. The host had followed me to the bathroom and after locking the door we had a long deep kiss during which he pulled down the zip on the front of my top and his hands roamed all over my bare breasts. I felt guilty afterwards and never confessed to Andy, but consoled myself with the view that he more than likely had crossed the line at least once himself. 

Anyway, back to Jackie, blonde and beautiful. It was a Saturday night and we had Jackie and Greg and another couple, Mandy and Jeff over to our house for a meal. The evening went well and they all seemed to enjoy the food and drank plenty of wine.

At around midnight Mandy & Jeff had to call a taxi to get home to their babysitter and Andy and I saw them off.

When we returned to the front room Jackie was sitting on the floor, flicking through our CD's before putting one in the machine. We sat, drank more wine and listened to the music as we chatted. 

Then Jackie pulled Andy up and started to dance with him and I once again found myself watching their flirting. When a slow number came on she pulled him close to her and they moved together, whispering and giggling. They stopped at the end of the track then Andy pulled me up to dance and Jackie pulled Greg to her.

It was another slow number and as we moved together I felt immediately that Andy was hard. I smiled, teased him quietly about the effect she had had on him. I glanced over at the others dancing together, their lips locked together, his hands on her bum moving her against him.

It was quite a sensual atmosphere and I was enjoying it and let Andy kiss me deeply and move with me.

After a few tracks like that, Jackie suggested that I let her have another 'turn' with my 'gorgeous husband'. Before I could answer she was in his arms and I let Greg hold me and begin to move in time to the music. Greg appeared hesitant but as we danced I was watching Jackie. She was moving seductively against Andy, very obviously enjoying the feel of his hardness against her. Then as I watched she asked was it OK to kiss my husband. Andy just smiled and shrugged and before I could answer she had planted her lips on his. 

My emotions were scrambled as I watched the kiss develop and their mouths opening. I turned away - jealous and confused. In response I moved closer to Greg and to my surprise realised that he too was aroused. I looked at him, smiled then moved my hips sensually against him. He responded by moving his hands on to my bum, pulling me tighter against him and kissing my throat as we moved together.

I didn't stop him when he kissed my lips and soon our tongues were probing each others mouths.

The CD finished and the silence caught us all unawares and I think we were all a bit surprised by what had happened. We all seperated and I went to the kitchen to get some more wine, while the others sat down again. We sat for a while and chatted, getting slowly more drunk.

Jackie went off to the bathroom and when she came back she put on another smoochy CD and intead of sitting back with Greg she planted herself on Andy's knee and put her arms around his neck.

The flirting started again and she was suggesting to me that I sit on Greg's knee. To shut her up I wobbled across the room and sunk down on to his lap on the settee. This seemed to keep her quiet because she turned her attention to Andy and after more whispering and giggling they restarted the passionate kissing that had been interrupted previously. I wasn't going to be left out and soon Greg and myself were kissing again.

His kiss was good, deep but gentle, his tongue probing as his hands stroked my hair and ran over my back. In no time I had relaxed and was enjoying the sensation and had moved into his arms, my eyes closed. I had my back to Jackie and Andy so when I felt Gregs hand moving over my breasts through my blouse I hesitated briefly but then let him continue to caress me. It felt nice. I could feel my nipples hardening through the fabric and his fingers seeking them out.

In my mind I was aware of our'rules' and still regarded this as just a bit of harmless fun. But that changed when I turned to look across at Andy. Jackie had her back to me but as I watched she was pulling her sweater over her head revealing her bare back to me but by the expression on Andy's face, a pair of small but firm breasts to him. She glanced around, caught my gaze and smiled.

'Time to dance again' she announced and pulled Andy to his feet her pert breasts bouncing about as she did so. She came over pulled me to my feet and then embraced Greg and started dancing with him.

Andy held me close, whispered to me. He asked if I was OK, if I was having fun. I could see by his eyes he was enjoying himself, he looked excited, aroused. I was jealous but couldn't find the heart to spoil his fun and to put a stop to things.

Jackie had her back to Greg, leaning back against him, his lips kissing her cheek as his hands moved over her breasts. They looked erotic and in love as they moved.

She saw me watching her and smiled at me, told us to do the same. Andy moved behind me his hands on my waist. I closed my eyes and leant back against him as we moved slowly enjoying feeling his hands massaging my breasts.

Then I opened my eyes to see Jackie smiling at me again and to my amazement saw her hands move to open the top button on my blouse. Andys hands moved to my waist as one by one Jackie opened my top. My blouse was pulled away leaving me in my bra. She smiled at Greg and moved aside to let him open the clip on the front of my bra. As my husband kissed my throat Greg opened my bra and let my heavy breasts fall forward into his hands.

Andy whispered to me that he loved me then moved away as Greg took me in his arms. We resumed dancing, the men removed their shirts and Greg alternated between caressing my breasts and feeling them pressed tight against his bare chest.

Andy and Jackie were doing the same, her only in a short pink skirt. When he bent his head to kiss her breasts she moved them both back to the sofa and lay back as his mouth devoured her tiny pink nipples.

Soon Greg had led me back to our sofa and was pulling on my nipples with his mouth and teeth. Then he pulled me up into his arms again and we kissed softly as he fondled my breasts.

Across the room Jackie and Andy stopped for a while and there was a strange moment as we sat in silence each watching the other.

Jackie naturally broke the silence, jumping up and taking both Andy and Greg by the hand. I watched as they danced together then saw her pushing both of their heads down until she had both men sucking at her breasts.

As she stood there her hands worked at the front of their pants and with a little help from them both she undid them and they both let them slide down and kicked them off. I watched as her hands found their erections and she tugged at them both as they kissed her.

She signalled to me to come over. I walked over to them and she pushed Greg into my arms as she embraced Andy.

We danced again. I could feel his naked cock urgent and proud pressing against me. Over his shoulder I watched Jackie, letting her skirt slip away and then her thong as Andy's hands roamed over her bum. I could feel Greg, his hands under mu skirt squeezing my bum through my panties. Then we moved apart slightly as Andy and Jackie joined us. Both men kissed my breasts as their hands pulled away my skirt and my panties.

I blushed as they fell away - comparing my thick black bush of hair with the bald shaven mound which Jackie had revealed.

We danced together, the four of us naked. We kissed, touched, caressed. Then I felt my hand being pulled, realised Greg was pulling me towards the sofa. I let him lead me .

He lay back on his back, pulled me down on to him. His cock sunk deep into my sodden pussy. I opened my eyes as we started to move together. I felt hands - Andys hands - pulling at my swollen breasts from behind me. I looked around to see him, his eyes were closed because as her husband was buried deep inside me, Jackie had my husbands cock deep in her throat and she was sucking it furiously.

I couldn't have stopped my orgasm even if I wanted to. I moaned and writhed on the cock impaling me as I came then moaned even more as I felt torrents of his hot fluid shooting into me.

I fell on to Gregs chest. We lay watching as Jackie had moved to the middle of the floor and was crouched with her pert bum raised in the air. Andy had slid into her from behind and we watched as he hammered into her until she screamed with pleasure. It was a strange experience seeing the look on my husbands face as he emptied himself into another womans pussy.

The awkward silence returned. Our rules had been broken........but then again isn't that what rules are for.



Breaking The Rules



It was 7pm on a Saturday evening in South London and Candice was pissed off. She was supposed to driving home from her mothers for an exciting night in with her hubby. Instead she was driving home to an empty house because hubby just had to see one of his kung-fu students to the hospital after being kicked in the face at the tournament. It wouldn't have been so bad if the person injured hadn't been the only one insured to drive the coach and with the tournament in Birmingham there was no way her man would get back tonight.

Oh yes, Candice was pissed. She took a swig from rum and coke cleverly concealed in a bottle of Sprite. She had even gone out and bought a new set of sexy underwear for the occasion. She'd been wearing them all day letting her new panties get nice and moist as her and her man exchanged dirty messages all day via mobile phones. She knew he liked to tear her clothes off in the hallway with the front door still slightly ajar so that passer-by might catch a glimpse. She wanted him to have a nice surprise when he did.

She turned the steering wheel at the junction and felt her new bra nip her flesh she winced at the short sharp pain and felt her frustration rising. Hubby liked her bra to be too tight so that her large chocolate breasts overflowed around the edges and sometimes would even burst out with the right persuasion. Usually she enjoyed the feeling of her breasts well restrained like they were being held in strong large hands. But being all dressed up with nowhere to go she only felt irritated and uncomfortable. Her car was stopped now in heavy traffic and she sighed knowing it would take that much longer to get home. All around her revellers and party goers were headed out to enjoy their Saturday and it seemed that wherever she looked there was a horny young couple kissing, hugging or just walking that walk that said they were going to get some tonight. The traffic begins moving and the moment she had space, Candice put her foot down. As she passed the car in front she noticed the woman in the passenger seat lifting her head from the driver's lap. 

"For fuck sake," she thought. "Is everyone getting some tonight but me?" Her mind wondered on to her hubby's cock to a text he sent earlier telling her he had been nursing an erection hidden in his training pants that needed to be sucked. She squeezed her legs together as she pictured his big cock sliding between her lips. 

Her daydreams broken by the red light in front of her it was then she realized she'd gone too far and missed her turning.

"Fuck!" she cursed out loud. "Now I'm going to have to spend another ten minutes in the one way system. I do not fucking believe it." As her car crawled forward in the sea of break lights her frustration and annoyance grew. Hubby wasn't going to be getting any for quite a while.

When she reached the industrial estate it didn't take too much thought to convince her that turning down a no entry street would be far better than fighting her way through the heavy traffic ahead of her. Without indicating she pulled a slow left turn out easing out the queue of cars and on the unlit outlet road of the industrial estate. "Now just five more minutes," she thought, "And I'll be able to finish my rum and coke in peace."

It was another 30 seconds before the blues and twos of the police car shouted from behind her to pull over. As she stopped the car on the deserted factory road she slammed the steering wheel cursing, "Fucking Babylon!" before taking a deep breath and composing herself. She knew how to handle this it would be a breeze. Candice opened her top two buttons from her cardigan; there was nothing underneath except her tight new bra and her massive, firm breasts. She saw that there was only one officer, a tall, black man who was getting out of the car. "All alone in that big powerful BMW," she thought. "Must be compensating for a short truncheon," She giggled to herself. But quickly held it in as best as she could. Giggling would give the game away.

When the officer leaned down Candice had her back dead straight showing more tit than one man can take.

She said in her best 'little girl in distress' voice "Sorry officer, did I do something wrong?" The tall black police officer locked eyes with her without a hint of even noticing that she was female. "Madam, are you aware you turned into a no entry street without indicating?"

"Oh my God, officer I'm so sorry. I'm trying to find my friend's house and I've been lost for ages and..."

He cut her off, "Have you been drinking Madam?"

The interruption to her sob story threw her. Her eyes flicked nervously down to her rum and coke and she fumbled a small, "Just a little."

He told her to step out of the car and she felt herself panicking. If she got breathalysed she could end up spending her hot sexy night-in inside a jail cell. She stepped out of her vehicle and stood up into the glare of the police cars headlights. The officer reached inside her car and pulled out the Sprite bottle. He sniffed and a satisfied smile crossed his lips.

"Oh dear," said the copper. "Someone's fucked up royally hasn't she?"

Candice had had enough. The innocent damsel in distress disappeared and the pissed off Bajan took over.

"Look, if you're going to arrest me then fucking arrest me you coconut copper. I've had a horrible fucking night. I was suppose to meet my man, I got all dressed up in this fucking uncomfortable bra, I've been stuck in traffic for hours and I got to go home to an empty house with this stupid thong riding up my arse. I do not need your smug wannabe-white self giving me any shit."

For a moment the officer looked like he was going to hit her but then that satisfied smile came back with a more menacing glint in his eye. Candice was suddenly very aware of her surroundings, she was alone on a dark road with nothing but empty buildings and a massively built cop who seemed to have it in for her.

"I'll let you go with a warning," said the deep authoritive tones of the officer.

Candice blinked and started to smile. Maybe her luck was changing.

"...If, you do exactly as I tell you."

She wanted grinned like a schoolgirl and offer him anything. Hell he was an attractive guy. Maybe a 'proper' thank you wouldn't be so bad. Still she wasn't going to let him know that he was doing her a favour.

"What do you want?" she asked.

He smiled and held out the Sprite bottle and said "Down it in one." She looked him not fully understanding.

"You wanted to drink away your troubles, so now's your chance. Drink." The last was not a request and she took the bottle from him and weighed it up, it was still ¾ full and she new that it was not a good idea.

"Fucking bitch wants to teach me a lesson," she thought, her anger coming back at the thought of being sick because of him. Still, no matter how she looked at it, it was better than sleeping in a cell. She looked up and his gaze was boring a hole into her.

"God, why is so cute?" The thought caught her by surprise.

"Drink," he said again.

She downed the bottle of rum and coke in one smooth long swig. She threw the bottle by the side of the police car and she straightened and held herself still for a moment.

"Can I go now?" she asked.

"Pick up the bottle." Came the reply. Candice scowled but then what else should she have expected? She walked over to the bottle bent and picked it up. When she stood she realized too late her condition and sudden a wave of dizziness washed over her. She stumbled but a powerful pair of arms caught her and stood her up right. It took her a while to notice the large dark hand that squeezed and kneaded her breasts. Still dizzy she weakly tried to pull away from her assailant but it was no use.

"You're not finished yet." Came the amused sound of the officer from behind her.

"You've already made me ill and copped a feel of my tits, what more do you want?" she asked.

With one hand he pushed her around and up against the door of his car. "I want a show, bitch." And before she could respond he tore open her cardigan revealing her massive round barely restrained tits. Immediately her arms shot up to cover them.

"You know our custody cell surveillance monitors are in full view of half the station. I'm sure the boys on night duty would love to get a look at a rack like that."

Right then it hit her just how much trouble she was in. This guy could do anything he wanted to her. She knew she couldn't win. Slowly her eyes and her arms dropped to her sides as she finally surrendered to him she felt something inside begin to tingle.

"Better," he said as he reached down a large strong hand and cupped as much of her overflowing breasts as he could. Candice looked down, the bastard's hand actually felt pretty good. She couldn't believe her body was betraying her like this. Her nipples were hard as rocks and he couldn't have missed it poking into his hand. As if reading her mind the officer started to squeeze and pull on hard and swollen nipple through the fabric of the tight skimpy bra. She gasped slightly as a tiny spark shot from her nipple to her clit and again she prayed she hadn't given herself away. She noticed him fiddling at his belt as she looked up he flicked his wrist and a long slim metal baton extended like a telescope from the housing in his hand. Candice was gripped by fear until his deep masculine voice promised that he wasn't going to hurt her. His hand never left her breasts and somehow the persistent stroking seemed almost reassuring. She didn't know if it was the alcohol or maybe the sense of danger but Candice finally admitted to herself what her sexy new panties couldn't deny. She was very, very aroused and the heat in her body was building. She let herself lean back against the police car and when he ordered her to lift up her skirt Candice did as she was told.

The officer leaned in closely and Candice felt the cold metal of the baton pressed against her pussy. He started to slide the club slowly up and down against her. Candice looked away but her eyes shot back as he ordered "Look at me!"

Their eyes locked and Candice felt herself getting wetter she could feel the ridges along the length of the baton slowing pressing and flicking her clit through her tight sheer panties. The long metal shaft stroked against her, first down against her hood then upward hitting her most sensitive spot. She felt unable to move as the hard metal tempered by the softness of her panties pinned her to the spot. Her breathing became shallow as she fought to hold his gaze. Those dark intense eyes burned away her defences and left her more naked in the cool night air than she had ever been before. Her hands crept unconsciously behind her back and without wanting to she pushed her chest into his hand. Her eyes fell from his and she whimpered audibly at the feelings he revealed in her. She could feel the smile spread over his lips as his victory became complete. If she was honest she had known the outcome of this night from the first moment their eyes had met, it was never about avoiding a jail cell and it wasn't even about getting back at her man for allowing their night and her lust to go to waste. Something far more primal had control of her now, something that came from him and which she willingly gave herself to.

He was holding his truncheon at just the right angle her clit started to burn from deep inside and soft moans came amidst the half breaths that left her invitingly parted lips. He squeezed her breasts hard, harder than before his fingers began digging into her flesh while the ridges of his stick flicked and rubbed her clit in a maddeningly steady rhythm. She closed her eyes feeling the pain in her breasts hit her as warm pleasure in her pussy. The urge to cry out rose up from her tummy to her lungs and out of her mouth where his lips lay waiting soft, thick and warm against hers. The kiss took her by surprise, as did the orgasm that shook her body as she felt his tongue entered her and tie its self to hers. There was a clatter of metal as the baton dropped, forgotten. In that moment there was only the kiss and the feel of their bodies. She moaned into his lips as her head swam amidst currents of confusion and orgasm and alcohol. 

Their lips parted. He turned her around, pressing himself against her back and whispered in her ear, "That big tittied sluts like you need a special kind of punishment." He pulled her arms behind her back and a large thick pair of metal handcuffs bite into the flesh of her wrists. While holding her hands tight behind her and forcing her massive barely leashed breasts to thrust forward into the night. With her tight new bra, a pair of real handcuffs and a large powerful dominant man pinning her to the car Candice felt more trapped and helpless than her most intense bondage games she ever inspired her to imagine. Her panties were long soaked and the moisture of her lust now spread to the upper part of her thighs. She felt him push her forward and she began to let herself go but he stopped her. With one hand he held her leaning, her breasts suspended over the bonnet of his car. With his other hand he slipped her panties to one side and slowly penetrated her throbbing pussy with a long thick digit. Before long Candice was panting and moaning into the night air as her lover-captor finger fucked her dripping wet snatch. Every time his hand cupped and stroked her mound her body was rocked by the pleasure that swelled up inside. When he pushed a finger against her clit she cried out and cursed and begged the bastard to fuck her. When he whispered into her ear that she was a dirty little bitch Candice squeezed her eyes shut and started to cum. He let her fall forward against the car and there was a brief moment where she couldn't feel his presence at all and the throbbing in her clit and the bite of the cuffs was all there was to feel. Then there were hands, large and strong, squeezing her large, brown arse. Then there was a cock rubbing slowly up and down her dripping slit. She gasped and the long fat, black, dick of the cop stretched her opened and filled her up to the hilt in one long will-crushing stroke. Before she could ever begin to get used to him he pulled back and did it again.

Candice screamed as the seemingly monstrous cock size split her open and touched her deep inside as she squirmed trying to escape the sharp pain and joy that electrified her over sensitive pussy with each powerful stroke. Her big, soft tits rubbed against the car bonnet; her nipples were achingly sore with a twinge of pleasure to them. Her legs were weak and despite her inability to move her brow was wet from exertion. He wielded his dick like a weapon; a sword to cut down disrespectful bitches and with every penetration Candice died and was reborn to a new level of depravity, another degree of mindless cock lust that had her calling out to him once more. He slapped her arse hard and shouted, "Take it you cheeky bitch!" His thrusting increased throwing Candice's body into the skin of the car and making her cum on his fat swollen prick.

"Dirty fucking bitch! You dirty fucking whore bitch," panted her assailant. He cried out and suddenly his monster was ripped from her tender little hole. An emptiness, like the deepest kind of starvation hit her and the sharp, raw, tingle froze her in mid gasp but despite the eternity that she lay there. Her pussy convulsing wildly in the cool night it was only seconds before he was on her again grabbing her and turning her, dragging her down to face the animal he had let loose on her. She crouched on her heels by the front wheel of the police car, his hand were wrapped tightly around her shoulder length hair and his massive black penis filled her vision staring back at her like some Machiavellian serpent from a fable. His deep, primal, growls and deep panting breaths seemed to have no source but for beast in front of her and yet she knew that now all it wanted was to be tamed. She leaned her head forward and slipped her soft, full, black woman's lips around her hard, throbbing, black man's cock. The sound he made was something between a roar and a sigh and Candice felt herself once more melting into the throb of her pussy and the thrust of his cock.

She felt as though he penetrated into the depths of her pussy as the warmth of his cock filled her mouth and touched her nipples and clit with its power. And as she used her mouth on him, sucked and trailed her lips across the thick, veiny shaft of him. She felt the familiar swimming sensation of lust washing over her, her mouth had become one with him and she took him into her and savoured his manhood like the finest chocolate easing warmly down her throat. The tension in him grew and his body begin to stiffen. In her mind she whispered through his cock and told him to let go, "Cum for me baby." She felt him jerk and once again that empty tingle came as he slipped away from her lips. She chased him moving her face back and at the same time he pulled her into his big manhood, hugging her face against him, his shaft pinned bolt upright like a tower of lust, firing hot, white salvos high above her, saluting their union and their sating the desires. She felt him throb and pulse against her cheek as each blast of his cum fired up above her.

Candice covered her chest up as best as she could with her nearly button-less cardigan. The officer was already dressed. She looked and watched him get into his car. As he pulled out he stopped and lowered his windows.

"Like I said Madam, this time it's just a warning but don't let me catch you back here again. Otherwise you'll find yourself in real trouble."

He tried to hide it but Candice could see the smile that came with his lecture.

"Fucking coconut copper," she muttered.

She got into her car and slowly drove the rest of the way home.

Exhausted and slightly hung over Candice shuffled up the path and fumbled with the keys to open her front door. As she stepped inside powerful arms came out of the darkness and pulled her up against the hallway wall. Candice screamed and tried to struggle free when suddenly the light came on and standing before her just wearing a pair of track bottoms was hubby.

"Oh God babe," she panted. "You cheeky bitch, you scared me!"

Instantly his lips fell on hers and his hands slipped under her top.

"You know I love making you breathless babe."

Candice tried to pull away. "At least let me get through the door," she said as she weakly pushed against his muscular chest. 

"After the day I've had see, I ain't waiting for it anymore."

Before she could reply his lips covered hers in a deep and passionate kiss and his hand moved upwards and stroked gently though her cum soaked hair.



Breaking The Rules



I'm married and I like nice tits, and I've never been good at following the rules for married men. I couldn't believe my luck when she opened the door wearing nothing but a robe and a smile. I could see the generous cleavage of her 34DD's. It was a great view! I immediately imagined sucking and playing with them and I could see from the knowing smile on her face that she liked to have her nipples played with... as do I. Damn... my dick was getting hard and I almost forgot why I was there.

"Uhh, you called about a problem with your computer, Miss?"

She stepped back and invited me in as she said, "Oh yes, it's this way, in my bedroom. Just follow me."

Fuck... the silky robe was shimmying over her swaying ass cheeks; her ass was almost as nice as her tits and she sure as hell knew how to work it!!! I looked down and noted the tent my hard dick had created in the front of my pants, so I adjusted myself to try to hide it, not sure why. I knew damn well this chick was doing it on purpose.

But was she doing it just because she was a tease, or did she really want some action?!!

I sat down at her PC and started doing some simple tests to check for whatever the problem was. She wasn't hovering over me; she was wandering around her bedroom, straightening some things, putting away laundry, acting like she wasn't even paying me any mind. Until she started making her bed.

She was facing toward me, bending over and crawling partly onto it as she arranged the sheets. Her robe came loose and fell open just as I glanced up at her. I hissed through my teeth and my dick throbbed to see the hard nipples on her pendulous breasts swaying freely for a moment.

She smiled widely at the look on my face; she knew I wanted her, the little cock teasing slut!!! If she really did want a good fuck, she wasn't going to get it unless she sucked my dick first!

She she was a pretty woman; curly shoulder-length hair the color of cinnamon and gray-blue eyes that were twinkling at me with humor and a hint of lust. She wasn't a very tall woman, but she was shapely. And I still had no idea if she really wanted me or just wanted to tease me!

Fuck it... if she wanted me, she'd have to make the first move. I'm married; I wasn't about to actively pursue another woman. Been there, done that, and it had been too dangerous emotionally; but a hot, one-time encounter with a complete stranger, that was doable. Especially when she was so fuckin' doable!

I continued to try to ignore her as I finished my tests; it was no big problem, just a minor software issue that I was able to resolve quickly enough. Which was good if she turned out to be nothing but a tease; the sooner I could get out of there, the better.

That's it, Miss. I've resolved your problem," I said as I wrote the resolution on the call ticket and invoice. I stood up and turned toward her, ready to hand her the bill. She was standing just a few feet from me and the invoice slipped through my fingers onto the floor when I saw that she had dropped her robe.

My dick twitched in my pants and she smiled when she saw it, her eyes had been glued to the bulge at my crotch. I nearly groaned aloud when she licked her lips. Then she looked up into my eyes as she asked, "Would you prefer a check or a blow job?"

I growled a laugh as my hands went to my fly. "On your knees, you gorgeous cock sucker! And you'd better be damn good!"

She dropped to her knees in front of me and helped to push my pants and shorts down until they fell to my ankles. I would love to have felt her sucking me hard, but my dick had been hard since she'd opened the door! Oh, well... 

She started to suck me slow and steady, all the while making an "mmm" sound, like it was the best cock she'd tasted in months. She leaned back and purred at me, "I love to suck dick and you taste fantastic! I want your cum."

At this point I knew I wasn't going to last long. She had her hot mouth wrapped completely around my throbbing pole, sucking me so good, stroking me with her velvety tongue while her hands followed her mouth and massaged my balls. Just a couple of minutes later, I was moaning, "I'm cumming!!!"

She thrust her mouth onto my cock and sucked and swallowed every drop. Then she stared up at me with her beautiful eyes and squeezed out every last drop, lapping them up with her tongue. I pulled her up and gave her a long tongue kiss, savoring the taste of my cum in her mouth.

I had just gotten one of the best tips ever on the job, and I was looking forward to servicing her more in the future.

As I was leaving, she gave me a light kiss on the cheek and said softly, "It was great to see you again, Al," just before she closed the door behind me. And as I headed for my car, it suddenly stuck me...

How did she know my name...?

*****

Her name had been listed as Sue Richards on the Invoice; it didn't sound familiar to me at all. A week after the best blow job I'd ever gotten, I was still trying to figure out how that woman had known my name. I wasn't wearing a name tag and I hadn't introduced myself when she'd opened the door; I had been rendered mute from staring at her huge tits!

I thought perhaps she'd gotten a look at my name on the invoice when she picked it up off the floor from where it had landed when I dropped it at the sight of her gorgeous naked body. But my name was listed as A. Johnson; how would she have known my name was Al?! Short for Allen, but everyone who knows me calls me Al. So, she must know me from somewhwere...

It was driving me crazy that I couldn't place her, because I sure as hell would've remembered meeting any woman as sexy as her! Every woman I meet usually sparks some sort of fantasy, mostly just imagining them sucking my dick! But her... I was fantasizing doing everything imaginable to her and she to me! Fuck... my dick was getting hard again just thinking about her.

I reached down to adjust myself so the bulge wouldn't be obvious and almost jumped out of my chair when I heard one of my co-workers bark my name.

"Hey, Johnson! Stop thinking about your johnson and get your ass in gear! I've got a call for you. A customer who says she won't let any other rep but you touch her pc; a Sue Richards. Says you know where she lives and what she needs! Damn, Johnson, just what did you do for this woman?"

I couldn't stop the wide grin when I heard her name, and my co-worker had noticed it, too. "I just fiddled with her software and figured out that it wasn't a hardware issue. She was very grateful for that, but her tip left me wanting. Hopefully she'll be more generous this time."

I strolled out of the building with my case in hand, a huge smile on my face and my dick twitching in my pants! I sped to her house, praying I wouldn't get a ticket. I made it there in about half the time it had taken me the week before, but I hadn't been quite sure where I was going that first time.

This time, my cock was like a homing beacon; the closer I got, the harder I got! If she answered the door in that robe again, I was going to nail her cunt as soon as I got inside!

She must've been watching for my arrival; as soon as I was out of my car and headed up her walk, she opened the door wearing nothing but that beautiful smile! Goddamn... my dick was almost pointing straight at her trying to get out of my pants on its own!

She backed up to allow me in and I slammed the door behind me, dropping my case on the floor so I could get my fly open as quickly as possible. She was right there with me, both of our hands fighting furiously, grabbing at my pants and underwear and shoving them down.

I grabbed her shapely ass and lifted her up as she wrapped her arms and legs around me. Spinning around, I pinned her against the door, lined my dick up at her dripping cunt and shoved inside her hard. Fuck... she had the tightest, hottest, wettest pussy I'd ever felt!

I nailed her to that door! I fucked her hard and she was just moaning my name over and over, getting louder and louder as I pounded faster and faster! I could feel her cunt juice dripping down my balls, it felt so fucking hot!

I drove deep inside her and froze for a moment when I felt her pussy clamp on my dick as she screamed. I growled a laugh as I felt her cumming on my cock; it was the first time I'd ever made a woman scream as she came! It was the hottest fuckin' sound I'd ever heard! 

The next thing I knew, I was pumping a load of cum inside her throbbing pussy. The hard contractions of her cunt made me unable to hold back, she was milking the cum out of me! And I decided right then and there that I'd give her all the cum she wanted. 

That's what she'd said to me when she gave me the fantastic blow job, that she wanted my cum! I'd be more than happy to oblige whenever she wanted it.

Afterward, she helped clean me up with her tongue, which made me hard again. She led me back to her bed, laid me down and rode my dick until we both came again. She sucked me and fucked me twice during the hour I spent at her house, talking dirty to me the whole time she was impaled on my pole.

"You like getting your dick sucked, don't you Al? And my little pussy just loves your cock! You're so hot and hard and I loved the way you fucked me so hard up against that door! I think you like a woman to be aggressive, but I just love that you wanted me so bad that you couldn't hold back! I like making you hot, Al! I love cock, and I'll take yours whenever you want to give it to me!"

She had me so hot and horny even when I had to leave that I completely forgot to ask her how she knew me...

DAMN IT!!!

*****

I couldn't get Sue Richards off of my mind. I love my wife, but she's never been as aggressive as I'd like. I'd love for her to grab me by the balls and drag me away somewhere, suck my cock and then beg me to fuck her hard! I know she enjoys the attention I give her; my dick just needs way more attention than she's ever been able to give.

And Sue had made it perfectly clear from the start that she wanted my dick and I had enjoyed the hell out of having her mouth and pussy! She sure as hell knew what to do with a cock! And those damned ED problems I'd been suffering lately didn't seem too much of a problem with her; hmmm. That was strange.

I wasn't about to call her. I didn't want to give her the impression that I was desperate for her or anything like that. She was a nice diversion, something to spice up the routine sex I'd been getting at home. Like I said, I love my wife and I know I can give her pleasure, but I need more and she just doesn't understand that.

About a week after Sue's fabulous fucks, I was sitting at my desk trying not to think about her when a co-worker walked over with a brown envelope with my name on it.

"Hey Al, some woman stopped by a few minutes ago and asked someone to deliver this to you. I told her she could bring it to you herself, but she declined, saying you'd know who it was from. She was kind of pretty and damn sexy. You'd better be careful, man. She looked like the type of woman who could get you into trouble really easy. If she looked at me twice, I'd fuckin' nail her hard!"

I snorted a laugh. "You'd be lucky if any woman looked at you twice! Just give me the envelope and go away," I said with a growl as I sat forward to hide the fact that my dick was getting hard again.

My co-worker chuckled silently shaking his head as he handed me the envelope and walked away. I didn't want to admit to him that the image of both of us with our dicks up Sue's pussy and ass had popped into my head, making my cock pop up in interest!

Huh uh, I wasn't sharing her with anyone just yet. I just realized I hadn't even gotten a good whiff or taste of that cunt yet myself! Now just what was in this envelope?!! Fuckin' hell... it was a pair of women's panties with the crotch still wet and a note.

"Hello Al, I just dropped by to let you know that I'm still thinking about you! You make my pussy so wet just thinking about you. I just took these off in the ladies room in the lobby of your office. Take a good whiff; wouldn't you just love to taste me? I left a call request at the front desk as well. I'm still having software issues that need your delicate touch! I'll be waiting."

I lifted the silky panties to my nose and inhaled deeply. Goddamn it... she smelled sooo good! My dick was straining inside my pants. I looked down and muttered, "Fuck you, buddy, you've already had a taste! This time, you'll have to wait your turn! I'm gonna eat that sweet cunt and then you'll get your fill!"

My balls were starting to ache for release as well. "Let's go, boys! There's a nice wet pussy just waitin' for us and we don't want to disappoint it, now do we?!!" I grinned as I stood up and strode out of the building, feeling my dick twitching again and my balls tingling in anticipation!

This time, she wasn't watching for me; I had to ring the bell. When she opened the door naked again, it was all I could do not to nail her on the floor just inside! But she backed away toward a large chair, sat down and threw her legs over the arms, spreading her cunt wide open.

She held two bottles in her hands. "Do you prefer strawberry or peach, Al?"

I had dropped my case and my jacket on the floor as she'd backed away and was working on the top buttons of my shirt. My answer came out as a low growl as I sank onto my knees in front of the chair. "Neither. I just want your pussy, babe!"

She moaned loudly as I bent down and raked my tongue up her dripping snatch. I finally noticed that she was hairless, completely bald. I couldn't even remember if she'd had hair on her pussy before! She'd been completely naked both times and all I could really remember seeing were her beautiful, huge tits and her gorgeous, sexy eyes as she'd sucked and fucked me!

Now, all my attention was focused on her hairless cunt and the delicious juices dripping from it! Fuck... she tasted good!!! To me, there's just nothing like the taste of pussy! Not that I've tasted all that many, they were all pretty similar in scent and taste but each one was still unique in some way! And Sue's had just the most erotic scent and taste to me!

But that was probably because it was the thought that she was so hot and dripping just for me! But maybe not; maybe she was just a hot little cunt who'd take any guy's cock! So what?!! I'm married; it's not like I owned her, she could share her pussy with whomever she wanted! I was just grateful at the moment she was sharing it with me!

I tongued her pussy gently while rubbing my thumb on her clit. She liked that. "Oh fuck, yeah, Al, tongue fuck me good! I love to feel a hot tongue fucking me like a dick!!! Ooooo, yeah baby, that feels soooo gooooood!" She moaned and kept pulling my face into her until she flooded my tongue with a nice hot gush of her juices as she moaned loudly.

After that, I moved up and tongued her clit while my fingers went to work on her throbbing pussy. She was on the verge of cumming for a long time. Her juices were constantly coating her hot flesh and I would lean down once in a while and rim my tongue on her ass to lick up the juices running down and coating her there.

I could tell she liked that so I moved back up to tongue her clit again and kept rubbing my ring finger on her ass as she squirmed and moaned loudly. When I could tell she was about to peak, I sucked on her clit and shoved my finger up her ass; she screamed again. I smiled to myself; I fucking love making this woman scream!

Then she said something that nearly made me blow my load in my pants.

"I want your dick up my ass, Al, NOW!!! FUCK MY ASS WITH YOUR HARD DICK, YOU HORNY BASTARD!!!"

I couldn't get my pants open fast enough. She had to help me, I was shaking so hard with the need to get my cock up her tight ass! She finally freed my quivering dick and pulled it to her dripping pussy, so I dipped my stick into her slick juices and then I went for the back door!

She screamed again when I rammed my pole up her ass; it was even tighter than her pussy!!! I stayed still for moment and felt her ass relaxing, so then I started to pump her for all I was worth, ramming my aching cock inside her tight, hot body!

I felt so fucking hot; my shirt was hanging partly open, my pants down around my knees. It suddenly struck me that every time I'd started to have sex with this woman, she was completely naked and I was still mostly clothed! I was so fucking hot for her that I couldn't even take the time to disrobe properly before getting my dick inside her! But it was her fault, too, she hadn't wanted to take the time for that, either!

I was about to come inside her ass and she did something that always makes me explode; she reached up and grabbed my nipples and pinched them HARD! I screamed as I came; well, not exactly a scream, more like a loud yell. One that any man would've recognized as the sound of a good, hard orgasm!

I was spent. I barely had enough energy to clean myself up with the damp washcloth and hand towel she brought me. She helped me dress again and handed my case to me as she walked me to her door. She was wearing the silky robe again and I couldn't stop from staring at her nice cleavage.

Before she had a chance to open the door, I dropped my case and pulled her into my arms for a nice long, deep kiss. I liked the way she melted against me, liked it too much, so I ended the kiss as quickly as I could and opened the door to leave. As I was headed down the walk, I heard her teasing voice behind me.

"Have you figured out yet who I am, Al?"

I stopped in my tracks and turned around to ask her. But all I saw was her smiling face and heard her soft laughter as she shut the door. Goddamn it... why was she doing this to me?!! I marched back up to her door and knocked until she opened it again. 

"Would you please just tell me how you know me? I don't have a clue who you are and this is driving me crazy! Please, just a hint or something...?!!"

She shook her head and chuckled softly as she said, "OK, a hint. We attended the same high school. That's all I'm saying! Bye, Al, and just keep following the rules. Don't call me, I'll call you."

Rules?!! There were rules?!! Just what the fuck was going on here?!!

*****

I broke the rules. I showed up at Sue's place unannounced, hoping she'd be up for a nice, slow fuck since I had a more time after work that day. I didn't have to be home; my wife and kids had gone on a daytrip and weren't going to get home until late.

And I was tired of feeling like Sue was doing nothing but using me. As hot as she was, it bothered me a little to think that she was a slut who'd fuck anything with a dick! I wanted to feel like I was more than just a dick to her; I was getting into dangerous territory again.

I was relieved to see her dressed in somewhat "business" attire when I showed up at her house. She'd been wearing a respectful top and a straight skirt that hugged her shapely hips and ass and showed off her toned legs from her lower thighs down. And her legs looked great in those black stockings and high heels!

She was shocked to see me at first, so I gave her my most charming grin and luckily, she invited me in. I was glad she let me take it slowly; I wanted a little more "romance" and the chance to kiss her longer. She was a damn hot kisser; her tongue knew just how to explore my mouth as well as my cock!

She relaxed wih me for a bit and I was hoping she'd open up a little and tell me why she'd tracked me down since we hadn't known each other in high school. I knew who she was when I looked her up in my old yearbook; Sue Morris, but I wasn't aware that she knew of me. We knew some of the same people when we went to school but we'd never hung out together.




Breaking The Rules



So why had she looked me up after all this time? It was a mystery to me and evidently one she wasn't anxious to reveal.

The fucking was nice and slow at first, but she was not to be held back! Before long, she was riding my cock and it got harder and harder until we both came hard. Afterward, she lay down with me for a while but she didn't say a word and I was too afraid to ask her; after all, I'd broken the rules.

Before I left, I hugged her and kissed her once more and I whispered that I knew who she was and she gave me that sheepish grin that said, "OK, you've figured that much out!" But when I started to ask her why, she shook her head and told me it was time to go.

So, here I was, another week later, praying she'd call me again. I didn't dare chance breaking the "rules" again; she might get mad and never want to see me again! But I love my wife, and ever since these episodes with Sue, I'd been pressing my wife for more sex as well. She was giving me what she could, but God love her, it still wasn't enough for me!

I was starting to feel that I needed Sue; I didn't love her, I had "feelings" for her but I did not love her. It was confusing; I've always loved my wife but I wish I could encourage her to live up to my needs sexually. It was the only thing about our relationship that frustrated me, literally!!!

A few days later, she finally called for me again. I practically flew to her house and was elated when she welcomed me inside and led me straight back to her bedroom, shedding my clothes the whole way. She pushed me onto the bed, sucked my dick slowly and torturously until I was clawing the sheet under me and begging her to make me cum!

"Do you want to cum in my mouth, Al? Or do you want to pump my tight, wet pussy full?"

I hardly ever got blow jobs at home, so my answer was quick. She tightened her hand and her mouth around my cock and stroked me faster and harder until I choked her when I exploded forcefully into her talented mouth. But she still managed to swallow every drop.

"God, how could you not love a woman like that?!!" was the first thought that popped into my head when she released my cock and smiled up at me.

I didn't even realized I'd frowned until I heard her ask, "What's the matter, Al?"

"Uh... nothing," I muttered as I looked away, thoughts of my wife running through my head to get rid of the confusing feelings I had for Sue.

I almost thought she was reading my mind when she moved up next to me and lay down beside me, as she said softly, "Tell me about your wife, Al. What's she like?"

I hesitated for a moment as she played with my salt and pepper chest hair again, but then she looked up at me with a gently compassionate expression on her face. So I told her the truth, that I loved my wife dearly and would never want to lose her, but our sex life was just not satisfying my needs. I'd tried to talk to my wife about this, but she just couldn't bring herself to give it often enough, to do the things I needed, to be as open as I wanted! I wanted that from her so much, but she couldn't give it. I hated that I was weak and was searching elsewhere for fulfillment, but it was either that or slowly go insane and possibly start to resent my loving wife for something I couldn't help feeling.

Sue smiled at me compassionately; I could see that she understood. Maybe she'd agree to just be available when I needed her, to help keep me sane, so I would not feel like I was pressuring my wife for things she couldn't do. I knew it was wrong, but what else could I do?!!

The next thing Sue said blew my mind! "Al, how would you feel about a threesome?"

"Uhhhh... gee... I've never really thought about before," I lied. I wasn't sure if she was serious or not!

"Oh, come on, Al, sure you have! All I need you to tell me is would you prefer me to bring in another woman or another man?"

"Another woman," I answered a little too quickly, and she knew it! The smirk on her face told me that she'd known I'd often fantasized about my wife and another woman having their way with me!

She said very mysteriously, "Fine. I'll make all the arrangements and call you with the date and time. You're going to be in for a real treat, Al, trust me," she purred as she lifted up and gave me nice long tongue kiss while playing with my dick.

Her stroking and the images of me with Sue and some mystery woman had my cock hard in no time. She climbed on and rode me hard for a few minutes and then I flipped her over and fucked her hard "doggie style" until she screamed from a hard g-spot orgasm; as I said, I fucking love making this woman scream!

When I left, I wondered how long it would be until she could arrange the threesome?!! Then I realized that I, again, did not get around to asking her why she'd looked me up after all this time...

Little did I know that at our next meeting for the threesome, all would be revealed.

*****

I waited I don't know how many weeks until Sue called to tell me that she'd found a "friend" to share with me. I was worried at first that I'd have to come up with some excuse to my wife why I was going to be coming home late one night or if it would be on a weekend and I'd have to come up with some total story about where I was going! But I lucked out, it turned out to be a Saturday night on a weekend when my wife was going to be gone to some teachers' conference and she'd already made arrangements for the kids to go visit their grandparents. I was a free man!!!

I could hardly contain myself; I'd fantasized so many times about a threesome, but they'd usually also involved my wife. I was feeling a little guilty about that and I'd decided to tell Sue that after this once, I could not do this any more. It was bad enough that I was using her to fulfill my needs, but I had finally admitted to myself that I did need her. I couldn't love her the way I do my wife, but I needed her.

The morning before my wife left, she actually asked me to make love to her, for the first time in I don't know how long. She seemed very melancholy, like she knew something was missing but the lovemaking was good, very sweet and tender. And for once in a good long while, my dick also cooperated; it didn't go limp on me while I was inside her. But that could've been because I was fantasizing that Sue was right there with us, caressing my ass and helping my wife tweak my nipples and telling me how hot it was to watch me fucking my wife!

God... just the thought of Sue could get my dick hard and keep me hard! And she was a whole lot cheaper than those damn pills I had to take sometimes. I had convinced myself she was the solution to my ED problems, whether she was there or not! But I was going to enjoy the hell out of this once-in-a-lifetime threesome opportunity, but I could not continue to disrespect my wife that way.

That Saturday, I spent most of the evening grooming myself for the night's activities. I showered and shaved and made sure I was trimmed neatly. I even shaved my crotch; I was hoping to get a lot of sucking on my dick that night so I wanted to make it as pleasant as I could. 

I splashed on a little cologne and dressed casually as Sue had said this was just going to be "casual" thing. When I arrived at Sue's, I thought I was the first one as I saw no other cars parked in front of her house. She let me in and kissed my cheek warmly, saying how nice I looked and smelled.

She fixed me a drink and we sat on the couch for a few moments, relaxing as we waited for "her friend" to arrive. I thought this would be a good time to let her know my decision, so I cleared my throat and spoke.

"Uhhh, Sue, I'm really grateful that you're fulfilling this one fantasy for me, but I've decided that this is a one-time only occurrence. I feel guilty enough for what I'm doing behind my wife's back, but I just can't continue to hurt her this way. I love her and it's not fair to her, so this will be the last fulfillment of my fantasies."

Sue was staring at me with a strange smile, shaking her head as she chuckled silently. What on earth did she think was funny?!! But then I was intrigued when she spoke.

"Well, Al, it's really sweet that you want to be fair to your wife, but my friend may be disappointed to hear that. She was hoping that if tonight worked out, you'd want to keep doing this from time to time! You see, she's never done this before and neither have I! Like you, it's just been a fantasy of mine and my friend came to me with the idea after she'd enlisted my help to do her a favor."

Sue went on to explain that her friend was very shy; she'd never been able to express herself sexually to a man. She was too embarrassed to do some of the things she knew men liked. Sue had been helping her to learn how to relax sexually and how to enjoy doing the things that most men loved. She'd been helping her for several months and now her friend was ready to try some of the techniques that Sue had been instructing her on but she needed a man's body in order to know if she had learned well.

That's when she showed me the blindfold! I couldn't stop the stupid grin that lit my face; this was going to be hot, having two women use my body and not knowing which one was sucking me and which one's pussy I was eating and fucking!

Well, I was pretty sure I'd know Sue's pussy; I'd gotten pretty familiar with her scent and taste even though it had been a few weeks since the last time. And her tightness; I was sure I'd know her tight little pussy when she was riding my cock! Unless her friend's was tighter; damn... that would be something!!!

My dick got hard in my pants when Sue told me that her friend was already in her bedroom waiting for us. I let Sue put the black blindfold over my eyes and felt her leading me back to her room. I couldn't see a damn thing.

The next thing I knew, I felt another set of hands take my other arm and they led me over to the bed and sat me down to start undressing me. They weren't saying a word, so I kept my mouth shut, too. I figured they were in control so I'd just do whatever they told me to!

It didn't take them long to completely disrobe me, not when there were two of them! Then I heard the soft purr of a throaty laugh when I hissed as one of them grabbed my cock and stroked me gently. I was so excited at just the thought of what was about to happen that it wouldn't take me long to cum the first time!

I felt them nudging me back on the bed, so I let them guide me back on the pillows and I groaned loudly when I felt a set of lips wrap around the tip of my cock. They were a little tentative at first, so I figured it must've been Sue's friend; Sue was never tentative with my dick. She knew just how I loved to be sucked; but this person was getting bolder and pretty soon I wasn't sure if it was Sue or not!!!

I let my groans and my deep sighs of, "Ohhhh yeeeahhhh..." let whoever it was know that I was thoroughly enjoying their blow job! Then they got even bolder. "Ohhhh Goooood, baby, that feels sooooo gooooood!" I moaned as I thrust my hips gently with the rhythm of that hot, wet mouth. I was gratified when that mouth moaned in response, the vibration on my dick felt even better!

I whimpered slightly when I felt that hot mouth release me for just a moment, but then I yelled and came suddenly when a pair of hands reached over and grabbed my nipples as the mouth and hand on my cock sucked and stroked me hard! Fuck... it was the hardest I'd come since the last time Sue had sucked me off!

The mouth on my cock backed off from getting choked but kept the lips wrapped around my tip as each spurt jetted inside. One of the women grabbed my hand and placed it on a pussy; my fingers felt right away how wet it was so I immediately went to work on the clit. Even as I was coming down from my orgasm, I was fingering someone's pussy and it didn't take them long to get off!

As I lay there panting while a pair of hands were fondling my dick, my right middle finger was circling a clit as its owner's hips writhed and moaned from a nice climax. This had to have been Sue's friend; I could tell there was a little more meat on her body than Sue's. But that never bothered me; my wife was a little overweight but that didn't stop me from wanting her! I like women to have a little more meat on their bones; more cushion for the pushin'!!!

But there was something familiar about the moans I was hearing. They weren't Sue's; I knew her moans well, usually loud enough to wake the dead! These moans weren't as loud as hers, but I could swear I'd heard them before. They sounded like... nah, couldn't be; she was out of town and besides, this was not something she'd ever do!

Would she?!!! She'd joked about it before with another good friend of hers; her best friend who was a widow, but she'd never actually pushed it. Besides, how on earth could she have possibly hooked up with Sue?!! It was preposterous!

But as I slowly let my hand wander up that body, it felt all too familiar. Before anyone could stop me, I reached up and yanked the blindfold off my eyes. And there they were; my wife and my lover staring at me with wide grins on their faces!

"What the hell?!!!" I yelled as I sat up, looking back and forth between them. "Would you two mind telling me what the hell is going on here?!!" I asked anxiously.

My wife moved up next to me and kissed my cheek as she said, "Surprise, darling! This was all my idea, so don't be afraid. We'll explain everything."

I sat and listened, flabbergasted, as my wife explained that she'd known for years that I hadn't been feeling fulfilled by our sex life and that she just couldn't bring herself to give me what I wanted. So, as a joke, she'd placed a "personal ad" in the newspaper asking if some "lonely" woman out there wanted to use her husband because he wasn't getting enough at home!

I had remembered seeing that ad and wondered who the lucky guy was whose wife would "loan" him out just so he could get his needs met! Sue had answered the ad because she'd also been recently widowed and she wasn't looking to replace her husband just yet. She still loved and missed him terribly but she was needing sex badly so she figured having a fling with a married man with the wife's permission would be better than chancing sex with a bunch of random strangers.

Sue and my wife had hit it off from the start when they'd heard each other's stories. And Sue had offered to help my wife from a woman's perspective to get over some of her inhibitions and relax to be open to do more of the things I enjoyed. My wife had started that nice blow job, but Sue had finished it for her; my wife promised she would give me more blow jobs but she was still squeamish about letting me come in her mouth. I could live with that; I just loved the thought of feeling her lips and tongue on my dick more often!

And Sue had realized right away when my wife told her where I'd gone to school and what year I'd graduated that we were in the same class; she'd looked me up in the yearbook, too! She'd known I would have no clue who she was because we had never hung out together. And when she'd told my wife that I'd made it perfectly clear that I'd only done this because I needed more sex than I was getting at home and that I'd stated I loved her, my wife had realized that she wanted to try to share more with me, but she wanted Sue's help.

And now she was saying that she wanted us to invite Sue over from time to time to give me more of what I wanted; I could hardly believe my ears!!! My wife was telling me that I could have my cake and eat it, too! And so I did; I took turns eating both of their delectable pussies until I was hard as steel again. And my wife sat on my face and came harder than she had in years while watching Sue ride my cock; my wife said it was the hottest thing she'd ever seen!

And it was the hottest thing I'd ever done; my loving wife gave me the best present ever! And it was a gift that would keep on giving for all of us...



Breaking the Rules



Driving home from work that night I was tired and hungry. My clothes felt like they were stiff from evaporated sweat. The day had been another hot one that hadn't even cooled after the sun set. A work site is always too hot no matter the season or time of day. As usual I was the first one to arrive at the site that morning before sunrise to get things ready for my guys and the last one to leave to finish up my work. I was a foreman and had to look after my guys. I made sure they saw me put in the work to make their jobs easier. I worked beside them, partly because I liked being with my guys and partly because we wouldn't get done in time if I didn't help. It was a tough job but I told myself it was worth it.

It had been a long day and I just wanted to get home, shower, eat, fuck my wife Anna, and get some sleep. I had some appetites I needed to satisfy and I was looking forward to it.

So, I was disappointed when I pulled my truck into the driveway and saw the red Corvette parked behind Anna's car. I was tired and didn't want to deal with it that night. I had the next day off, the first day in two weeks and I wanted to enjoy that night. I stepped out of my truck and walked around the Corvette with the license plate that read RIPPED.

"Douchebag," I said and shook my head.

I looked at the house and saw most of the lights on through the windows. The light was on in the guest room as I expected. I stared at it, imaging what was happening in that room and felt that disappointment fade, replaced by excitement and arousal. Maybe it wasn't such a bad thing. 

Anna would be even more horny than usual and definitely do anything I told her. She'd want to show her appreciation and give herself over to me entirely, doing whatever I wanted. I could shower and eat while they finished and by then the douchebag would be gone and it would just be the two of us.

I'd even look into the guest room as I walked to our bedroom; take a look at her fucking her boy toy as she called him. Her boy toy Troy. I'd been disappointed in her when she'd first picked him as her newest fuck buddy. Sure he was good looking. He had the body of an underwear model, cut with every muscle defined. It was also the body of a man who'd never done a day of hard work in his life. His body was purely for ego. He wouldn't last five minutes on the job site. There a guy had to have real muscles and a body that could do actual work and take a beating. 

She said she'd picked him because of that. He was someone she definitely wouldn't become attached to and wouldn't feel any qualms about using as she wanted. I'd seen her logic and agreed with her. The whole point of her fucking other guys was to try something different and he was definitely nothing like me.

They'd met at the gym. He'd been watching her. She'd been watching him. They talked several times. Eventually she brought him home for a test ride, found him obedient, and so he became her newest toy. He was fine with our arrangement and wanted nothing more.

We'd established our arrangement three years prior. She'd come to me hesitantly saying that she had new feelings she wanted to explore. She loved me and loved how we fucked. She didn't want to change that. She just wanted to add something. She wanted to try something new. I knew what it was before she said it. I knew her and she'd been hinting at it for months. I had just been waiting for her to say something.

She wanted to open our marriage. She wanted to fuck other men. It wasn't just the fucking. She wanted to try being the dominant one. When we had sex I was always in control. I had to be. It's just the way I am. I tied her up. I gagged her. I had her dress the way I wanted. I used toys on her. I took her when I wanted. She gave herself over to me completely, submitting to me entirely sexually. She wasn't a meek woman by any means. She just wanted to be taken and used as much as I wanted to take and use.

She still loved that and didn't want anything between us to change. She just wanted to explore another side of her personality she felt coming out of her, a part she attributed to me, wondering what it was like to be like me, to be the one in control. She knew that wouldn't happen with me and didn't want it to. She'd have to look elsewhere.

Since I'd been expecting it I already had my answer. I surprised her by agreeing to it immediately. I knew it would be good for her to explore herself. If she didn't she wouldn't feel satisfied. She'd feel she was missing out on something. She'd eventually despise me for stopping her and maybe even do it anyway behind my back. I didn't want that. 

Plus, I worked long hours. She had a large sexual appetite and we only had sex three or four times a week. She wanted more but she wouldn't say that. She didn't want to hurt my feelings. She wanted to protect me. My ego didn't need that protection but that was fine. She loved me.

She was hesitant at first, making sure I was truly going to allow it. I persuaded her that I was, that I'd seen it coming, and I understood. She said we'd be entirely open and I could have sex with other women. I agreed but knew I never would. I just didn't want other women. I still found her exciting and our sex was incredible, even after twelve years of marriage. There was always more to explore. I didn't desire other women. Besides I didn't have the time for another woman. I didn't have enough time for my wife.

I told her we'd have to come up with some rules so that we made sure that our marriage and our love life always came first. She agreed, saying she had already thought of that, and we came up with the rules quickly. We had ten rules:

1) I'd buy her a piece of jewelry that she would only wear when she was with another guy. She would already be wearing her wedding ring, but she wore that all the time. This piece of jewelry would be something we'd pick out together and be a reminder to her when she was with another man that our marriage and our sex life was still the most important thing we had. We ended up deciding on an ankle bracelet.

2) She would get to know the guys first. She wouldn't hook up with some stranger she just met on the internet or at some bar. She'd have to meet with the guy a few times before having sex with him. She'd explain the situation to him and make sure he understood. 

3) She could and should fuck in our house, but just couldn't fuck in our bedroom. They could fuck anywhere else, but our bedroom was off limits.

4) She couldn't wear any of the clothes and outfits that she wore for me, the things I'd bought for her and the things she'd bought with me in mind. 

5) She couldn't use any of the toys we used together. She could use toys but had to buy new ones and keep them separate from ours.

6) She couldn't have sex with anyone we already knew or with whom we socialized or could meet socially.

7) She had to be the dominant one. She could only submit to me. She was doing this to explore that side of herself. The rest was between us and only us.

8) She couldn't have sex with anyone if she'd had any alcohol or drugs of any type. She had to be in control and thinking straight.

9) She would always use condoms with any type of penetration. That would help protect us both from disease, but mostly I wanted to be the only one who came inside of her. She was mine and nobody else could come in her unprotected.

10) She wouldn't let anyone come on her. If she was using condoms that shouldn't be an issue, but she couldn't let some guy pull out, take off his condom, and come on her stomach or face or ass. She couldn't jack him off onto her. That would let the guy feel dominant over her, like he owned her and that couldn't be allowed.

We went to the jewelry store the next day and bought an ankle bracelet. She put it in her jewelry box in a little drawer by itself. She promised she'd wear it every time and never fuck a guy without it. No excuses. It was a symbol of our relationship and would keep me in her mind.

That was our arrangement and those were the rules. It wasn't about being cuckolded or humiliating me. It was about her exploring herself. It had worked well over those three years. She'd gone through a number of men. She was hesitant to tell me about them at first but I asked her to tell me. I wanted to know. I didn't want secrets between us.

I felt a twinge of jealousy but it went away quickly. As she talked I found I got aroused listening to her stories. I'd ask her to be more descriptive. Soon she learned that I wanted to hear about it and told me about them in full detail. Eventually I even met some of the guys and sometimes would watch if they could deal with it. 

During sex with Anna I often would pull back as far as I could so I could see her, see her being impaled and fucked, see her pleasure, watch her orgasm. Sometimes I wished I could get out of my body to watch her, not to watch us fucking, just to watch her. Watching her with other men allowed me to do that. I got to see a cock sliding into her. I got to see her body writhing around it. I got to watch her body jerking as she came.

It improved our sex life. She felt more fulfilled. We found she was able to give herself over to me even more than she already had which I hadn't known was possible. Exploring that side of her had opened up other parts of her and in turn parts of me. We connected even more than we had before. Our love, our trust, our hunger for each other grew.

So, as I walked to the house I thought of the sex we'd have that night. I figured I'd want to tie her up, not with the straps, but good old-fashioned rope. I wanted her tied up to something, maybe the bed, maybe a chair, maybe over the arm of the couch. I wanted her spread open for me. I wanted her nude but for black stockings and heels. I wanted more but I didn't know what yet. I'd figure it out. 

I felt more energetic, the stress and strain of my work sliding from me, getting excited at the night to come. I'd stop by to watch them on the way to our bedroom and then I'd shower and dress. I'd watch them again as I went back if they were still going. I'd eat some dinner and have a few beers. Then, later Anna and I could have some fun. That sounded like a good night and just what I needed after a hard day.

I unlocked the front door and entered the house. After closing the door softly behind me I stood still in the entryway and just listened. The stairs were just down the hallway to my left and the guest bedroom was at the top of the stairs. I could hear the squeak of the bed springs, a slow steady but long, deep, loud creak. I felt the tingling along my cock and scrotum and tightness in my stomach, pure lustful excitement. 

I stood there for a couple of minutes, just listening. The squeaking sped up a bit. I heard her sigh and then heard his deeper groan.

"Oh god," he said, his voice breathless.

They had just started fucking and she was taking it easy on him, taking it slow, and not wanting him to come to soon, which had been a problem with him at first. She'd had to teach him control and to hold off his orgasm, to actually allow her to orgasm and find her own pleasure instead of just taking his own. 

I quietly walked down the hallway, up the stairs, and stopped in the doorway of the guest room. I said nothing and made no noise so they wouldn't notice I was there. Troy was lying on his back on the bed, completely nude. She was perched on top of him with her back to me, her lean strong thighs spread around his hips, her knees gripping his sides. She was sitting up straight, her hands moving her nude body, up her sides and grabbing her breasts, twisting her nipples. She moved up and down along the length of his erection. I watched his shaft emerge from her pussy as she pushed herself up, her thighs flexing, then slide back into her easily as she lowered herself on to him, twisting her hips to pull the full length of him inside of her. His cock was encased in a condom that stretched tightly around the width of him and rolled down the entire length of him. His legs were spread wide, his balls pulled tightly against him.

I touched my own erection in my pants, shifting it up where it was more comfortable and I could run my fingers up and down underneath the head and shaft. Her gasps as she pushed herself down on him tightly made my body rigid with arousal. She tossed her head back, her wet dark blonde hair thrown over her shoulders and hanging down her back. I watched her tone curved body moving and straining as she kept that slow rhythm, relishing just the feel of length of his cock moving inside of her, stretching her pussy, her labia wrapped around him.

He reached his hands up from his sides, slid them up her flexing thighs, and grabbed her waist. He held onto her as she rose and fell, then pulled her down on him hard and raised his hips, pushing up into her, groaning loudly.

She stopped and grabbed his wrists. She leaned forward and pinned his wrists down over his head, leaning over him. She looked down into his eyes and shook her head.

"No, Troy," she said, her voice stern and calm.

He whimpered and rolled his hips, pushing up into her. She sat up, letting his cock fall out of her, and sat down on his stomach. He struggled a bit, weakly trying to push his hands up.

"Please," he whined.

"Only if you're a good boy," she said. "You can be a good boy right?"

He just shook his head, his blue eyes staring up at her wide with need.

"Then lay still," she told him. "You're just a cock to me and I'll throw you out of here if you don't lay there and take your fucking like a good boy toy."

"Yes ma'am," he said, nodding enthusiastically.

I smiled and held back a chuckle. I felt pride swell within me. She had complete control of him. He'd do anything she asked of him. His need to be inside of her was strong. He knew if he didn't obey her that it would all end. She was gorgeous and he wanted to be fucked by her. 

I saw a bit of myself in the way she spoke to him and took command. She had taken some of my own innate need for control during sex and channeled it when she fucked him and any other guys. It wasn't surprising since she was only submissive during sex with me. Otherwise she was strong and demanding. She knew what she wanted and she had a sense of purpose to obtain it. At work she was a task master with her employees and took no subordination. She wasn't cruel. Everyone including those she managed at work liked her and took their orders from her with sincerity and respect. Only during sex with me could she let go and give herself over, to not be in control, to be used and taken, told what to do and how to do it. 

She had checked Troy out thoroughly before she started fucking him. He had submitted to her easily. He was a stereotype of the lazy rich kid. He'd probably been under the thumb of his wealthy parents his whole life though he tried to pretend he was in complete control of his life and was owed everything that came to him. But Anna had seen that desperation beneath the false bravado that he needed to be told what to do. Otherwise he was a complete fuck-up. 

"Good," she said. "You move one more time or even touch me and I'll kick you out. Got it?"

He just shook his head profusely, staring up at her.

She let go of his wrists, reached a hand behind her to grab his condom-clad cock, rose up, and slid it back into her. They both sighed together. She put her hands on his muscular chest and began riding him again, even slower this time. I knew she was playing with him now. He wanted to go faster, to pound into her and come, but she wouldn't allow it. She was drawing it out, forcing him to hold on. He knew if he came too soon that she'd stop seeing him. She had no use for a man who couldn't satisfy her.

I rubbed my erection through my pants one more time, watching her tight body rising and falling, her butt churning as she moved her wet pussy around and over the length of him, using him. I reluctantly turned away from them and walked down the hall to our bedroom. I loved to watch her fuck, but I disliked Troy so much that it took away some of the fun for me. I understood she'd taken him as a fuck toy in part because of his toned, muscular physique, but all those muscles were just for show. He'd never worked a day in his life. The guys I worked with had hard muscle earned from years of hard work. Troy could lift weights, but couldn't use a jack hammer for a minute without losing control of it. I had no respect for him. He was eye candy, submissive eye candy. I knew she took pleasure in taking the selfish useless prick and using him, but I preferred the men she'd been with who I considered to be manlier and more like me I guess.

I stopped by the bathroom in the hallway. I could feel steamy heat rolling out of it. The mirror was still fogged at the top. The shower door was wet. I saw two wet towels crumpled on the floor. They had obviously come here from the gym, showered, and gone to the bedroom to fuck. She didn't like the smell of other men. She always made them shower so she could only smell soap, sometimes even making them wear cologne. I smiled at that and then continued walking to our bedroom.

I undressed and went into our bathroom to shower. I washed the dirt and sweat off of me. I looked over my own body as I did so, noting the differences from Troy's body. I didn't have the defined lean muscle he had, just hard thick muscle. I had no six-pack abs, though my stomach was flat, but I didn't starve myself for low body fat. I burned a lot of calories at work, but ate a lot to satisfy the hunger that came from that work. Twenty years ago I'd have been considered the epitome of strong manliness. Now it was the effeminate boys who lifted weights, drank protein drinks, ate a strict diet, gloried over their own muscled definition, grew electric razor stubble beards, went to salons to bleach the tips of their hair, and had more skin care products than any woman. I didn't understand it. 

I pushed it out of my head. I had no need to compare myself to Troy. She wanted to fuck someone different. She wanted to explore. That was the point. She loved me. Every other guy was just a cock to use. I dropped my head forward and sighed as I soaped up my dick, still thick from arousal. I pictured her riding him, remembering her gorgeous body sitting up straight, taking him inside of her, taking her pleasure, sighing and moaning. 

I groaned and released my cock that had quickly become erect. I didn't want to finish myself off. I wanted to fuck her later. I wanted her tied up. I wanted her spread open for me. I wanted to come deep inside of her.

I turned off the shower, got out, and dried myself off. I put on a fresh pair of underpants, jeans, and a t-shirt. I felt much better. I could hear them still fucking down the hallway. I put my wallet and cell phone in my pockets so I could order a pizza. I'd watch them a bit more then have a few beers, eat some pizza, and relax.

I walked quietly down the hallway, not wanting them to hear me. I stopped in the guest bedroom doorway again.

She was moving faster now. The bed was squeaking loudly. She was still leaning over him, her hands on his chest, moving her butt up and down, her head down so her wet hair lay on his chest and stomach. She was panting, a little "Uh" coming from her lips when she pressed down and pushed the full length of him into her. He laid still, his hands still over his head, his eyes watching her body move, devouring her, his face tense as he held on.

I looked down the length of her tense body, over her grinding butt, down her taut thighs and calves to her feet. I stopped when I looked at her right foot, partially hidden from me on the other side of him. I frowned and walked into the room over to the right side of the bed. I looked at her right ankle. I looked up and down her ankle and calf. I walked to the left side that I had clearly seen from the doorway, but searched her ankle again anyway. She usually wore the bracelet on her right ankle, but it wasn't there. It wasn't on the left ankle either.




Breaking the Rules



My body went cold and rigid. I clenched my teeth. My hands curled into fists. I felt the anger spread like heat through my chest. The anger always came so quickly, so damn quick. I tried to push it back down. I tried to resist it.

"Maybe it fell off," I thought to myself, letting that thought control the swirling anger.

I looked at the bed and then the floor. I stared at the floor as I walked out of the guest room, down the hallway to the bathroom. I looked inside, looking for it on the tile floor, but didn't see it. I continued down the hallway to our bedroom, looking over every inch of the floor.

I walked to her bureau and the jewelry box on top of it. I opened the drawer she used only for that ankle bracelet. It was lying inside the drawer, a glittering circle lying flat on the soft felt. My body shook as I stared at it, sitting in that drawer where it shouldn't be. It should be on her ankle. She'd broken one of the rules. She'd broken the most important rule.

Sighing deeply to release some of the tension in my body so I'd stop shaking, I plucked the bracelet from the drawer, almost knocking the jewelry box over as I pulled it out. I stomped out of the room and down the hallway. My head started to hurt, the blood pounding hard and hot.

I walked into the guest room and to the side of the bed. She turned her head and a smile spread across her lips when she saw me. She didn't lose her rhythm. The bed kept squeaking like a hot needle that pierced my brain.

"Hi honey," she said, her face flushed, that smile on her lips.

I just stood there staring at her. I couldn't speak. My throat was dry and tight. I was trying to control the anger, to not let it overwhelm me. I dug my fingernails into my palms.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I asked, my voice barely audible and harsh like I had been yelling all day.

"What?" she asked.

The smile faded as her faced twisted into concern. I couldn't respond. How could she not know? How could she break the fucking rules?

I wanted to grab her and throw her off of him. I wanted to yell at her. I wanted to take all of this anger out on her, all the anger that had filled me up. I swallowed hard and pushed it all back down.

I stood there, breathing heavily, my chest tight, rising and falling, as the breath hissed between my clenched teeth. She sat still, looking at me, her eyes narrowed, searching my face.

"What is it, honey?" she asked, her voice mostly concerned but tinged with a bit of fear.

"Get the fuck off of him," I said.

"What? Why? " she asked. 

I grabbed her upper arm. I wanted to throw her off of him, toss her across the bed onto the floor and against the wall. She pulled back from me, but I held her tightly. I looked into those soft blue-grey eyes, wide with surprise, that gaze pushing through the anger.

A voice in my head whispered through the pounding, "Don't do this," over and over again.

My grip loosened and she pulled her arm free.

"What the fuck, man?" Troy said.

"Shut the fuck up," I said to him, my voice low and rough.

"What's wrong?" she pleaded with me.

"Get the fuck off of him," I repeated.

She nodded and sat up. His glistening wet erection slid from her as she sat to the side of him away from me.

"What's going on? I haven't even come yet," Troy said, sitting up.

"Troy," I said, having to really control the anger with him, knowing that putting his head through the wall wouldn't bother me in the least. "Shut the fuck up and get out of here or so help me I'll grab that fucking prick and drag your sorry ass out of here."

Troy sat up and covered his cock with his hands.

"Hey man," he said. "I don't know what's going on, but you need to chill out."

"Troy, get out of here," Anna said.

He looked at her, confused.

"Now!" she yelled at him.

He stood up, almost bumping into me then stepped back. He grabbed his clothes from the floor and put them on quickly, leaving his shriveled cock still encased in the condom.

"You people are nuts," he said.

"Leave now or I will smash those pearly white teeth down your fucking throat," I said, glancing at him from the corner of my eyes.

He held the rest of his clothes to his chest and stumbled out of the room.

I looked at Anna and she looked back at me, her eyes no longer showing fear, but a mix of confusion and confidence. She wondered why I was so angry but thought she had done nothing wrong and was taking it out on her unfairly.

We stared at each other, saying nothing, as I listened to the front door open and close. I heard the Corvette start up, the engine rev, the tires start to squeal, and then the engine stalled. Anna laughed softly and shook her head.

"He doesn't know how to drive that car," she said, trying to lighten the mood.

I just stared at her and waited. The engine started again and the car drove away, no squealing tires, grinding into second as it went down the road. Then, it was quiet and we were just staring at each other.

She sat on the bed, her legs curled under her, her arms at her sides and hands on the mattress holding her back straight and tall. Her firm breasts rose and fell with her deep breaths, her nipples still hard, the skin of her chest and neck flushed red.

Neither of us said anything for a minute, then two minutes. Time stretched on and neither of us broke the silence. Through my anger I couldn't find the words to tell her what she had done and she refused to speak until I explained myself first.

I broke our eye contact and looked down at her right ankle. She continued looking at me for a moment then followed my gaze down to her ankle. She said nothing at first then suddenly realized what was missing.

"Oh shit," she said.

She touched her ankle and then her calf like she wasn't seeing it but it might still be there. She pulled her left foot from beneath her butt and looked at it. She looked around the bed, searching for it, and then stopped.

"Oh, honey," she said, looking up at me.

I threw the bracelet at her, hitting her in the stomach and falling onto her lap. She flinched and then picked it up.

"I didn't mean to. I just...,"she said, looking at it in her hand.

I sighed heavily. I still couldn't speak. What words would express what I was feeling? If I even spoke would I be able to continue to control this anger. My head continued thudding. I forced my hands out of the clenched fists and stretched the fingers.

"I guess I just forgot," she said.

Forgot. The word repeated over and over in my head. Forgot. Forgot. Forgot. She forgot. The word lost its meaning and all I heard was, "I didn't care."

"I didn't mean to not wear it," she pleaded. "I really just forgot."

She looked at me, searching my face. I winced. Through the anger I felt that deep love I had for her. I didn't want to feel this towards her. I didn't want it, but she'd brought it on. She'd forgot.

She got off the bed at the other side from me and stood there looking at me.

"It happened so quickly," she said. "I was at the gym and I saw him there."

She swallowed heavily and clutched the ankle bracelet to her chest.

"He looked like such a pompous ass. He was looking at himself in the mirror. He took his shirt off. He flexed." She pushed a smile across her lips and forced a smile. "You know how he is."

I didn't respond.

"I wanted to remind him he wasn't the stud he thought he was," she continued. "I told him to come home with me and he followed like a puppy."

She walked slowly around the bed, watching me, trying to get something out of me.

"He even stalled that damn car once on the way here." She shook her head at his stupidity. "We got here and I was so horny."

She touched her breasts and slid her hands down over her stomach and lightly brushed her trimmed pubic hair.

"I bought him upstairs and we undressed in here."

She glanced down at her workout clothes on the floor, next to where his clothes had been.

"Then I took him into the shower. He didn't want to shower. He just wanted to get in bed but I told him that he had to do what I wanted."

She was standing a few feet from me, watching me intently. I knew what she was doing. She was trying to turn me on to diffuse the anger. After she fucked a guy we both enjoyed when she told me about it. I loved hearing all the details. It would warm us up and then I'd fuck her.

"We got in the shower and I made him wash himself and then me. I didn't let him linger anywhere too long, just wash me. It felt good. The soapy slick water over my naked body."

She slid her hands up her body again, her one hand still clutching the ankle bracelet.

"We got out and I made him dry me first before himself. He tried to grab me once but I slapped him away and told him to go into the guest room. By that time I was so horny, honey. You know how I get."

I was supposed to nod there but I didn't. I just watched her, letting her talk, each word falling off me with no effect, unable to penetrate the anger that soaked my every nerve, pulsing and throbbing.

"I pushed him onto the bed on his back and I straddled him. I sat on his face and made him eat me out. He's not really good at it, but I've been teaching him."

That strained smile was plastered across her lips. She knew it wasn't working but forged ahead.

"I smashed my pussy onto him and started humping his face. I rubbed my clit against his nose as he tried to push his tongue inside me. I held his head tight with my thighs and grabbed his hair to pull him against me. I came so hard, honey, so hard."

She took another step towards me. Her hands slid down to her pussy, barely touching it.

"Then, I took a condom from the bed side table. I got off him and told him to put it on. He was so hard and I hadn't even touched his dick. He put it on and I made him beg me to ride him. He begged like a spoiled brat."

She gave a nervous laugh.

"I got on him and put him inside of me slowly. Just the head at first and I sat there still. He's so well trained that he wanted to push it up into me, but didn't do it. I held it there and toyed with him until it drove me crazy and then I sat down, pushing it all the way into me, and it felt so good, honey, so good."

She stepped closer and lifted her hands from her crotch to place them on my chest. I almost jumped at her touch and wanted to shove her away.

"You can probably smell me on my fingers."

She rubbed her hands on my chest. I could smell her but it did nothing for me.

"I started riding him. I was so wet and he slid in and out of me so easily. I felt I could come again right away but I held onto it."

I swallowed hard and pushed down some of the anger to let my throat open and loosened my jaw to speak.

"And there was no time there to get the fucking bracelet," I said, my voice sounding hoarse and strained.

She bit her lower lip and looked away from me for a second before looking back.

"I was so horny, honey," she pleaded. "I... I just didn't think about it. I did everything else. I followed all of the other rules."

"But you forgot the bracelet," I said.

I grabbed her hands, pulling them off my chest. I opened her hand with the bracelet and held it in front of her, the bracelet lying accusingly on her palm.

"Yes, I did," she said.

She looked back at me, unwilling to break my gaze, her eyes soft, not defiant, but not acquiescent either.

"You weren't thinking about me," I said. "About us. You were just thinking about him. About his dick in you."

"No," she said. "I was thinking about you. I was thinking about how hot it would be to fuck you tonight. While I was on his dick I was thinking how you would take me later and it made me so horny."

"Bullshit," I said.

She didn't say anything then. We just watched each other. She saw there was no convincing me that it was just an innocent mistake. I stared at her and thought about what I would do. Something had to be done.

"I don't know what else to say," she said, still looking at me, her eyes searching for a response from me.

I said nothing as my mind churned. It was hard to think through the anger but ideas bubbled to the surface.

"What can I do to make it right?" she asked. "I'll do anything."

She set her hand on her hip and tried to look sexy, letting me know I could do whatever I wanted to her. I could tie her up, use her, fuck her, and spank her, whatever I wanted. None of that appealed to me. None of that would make this right.

"Anything?" I said.

"Yes, honey, you can do whatever you want to me," she said.

She put her hands on my chest and rubbed it softly, stepping closer so her nude body was almost pressed against me.

"You can do anything you want to me," she said.

"If you can break one rule," I said. "Then we're going to break all of the rules."

Her eyes squinted at me in confusion and she took a step back.

"What?" she asked.

Staring at her intently I pulled my cell phone from my pocket. I looked at the phone to dial a number, and then looked back at her, as I put the phone to my ear. It rang a few times before he answered.

"Hello," Phil said.

"Hey Phil," I said, watching her, trying to make my voice calm and even pleasant.

"Hey," he said. "What's up?"

I could hear him chewing food.

"I was wondering if you'd do something for me?" I asked.

Anna looked at me, recognition coming over her face.

"What's that?" he asked.

"I need you to come over here and fuck my wife," I said.

He coughed like he was choking on his food.

Anna shook her head.

"No, honey," she said.

She grabbed at the phone, but I pulled away from her.

"What?" Phil asked.

"You heard me," I said.

"I don't think I heard you right," he said.

"I said that I want you to come over and fuck my wife," I said.

Anna grabbed at the phone again but I stepped away and then around her, walking out of the room.

"Hey, this isn't a funny joke," he said.

"It's not a joke," I said.

"What's going on?" he asked. "You funning me or something. You got the other guys over there."

"No," I said. "This is real. I want you to come over here and fuck my wife."

Anna followed me down the steps into the living room.

"This sounds like a trick or something," he said, his voice sounding less skeptical.

"I swear it's not," I said. "You'd be doing me a favor."

"I don't know," he said.

He was quiet for a while as he thought about it. I knew he wanted to fuck Anna. Just about all the guys that worked for me wanted to fuck her. I'd heard them talking about her when they thought I wasn't listening. Phil was married but he cheated on his wife. He talked about his affairs with pride. I'd even met a couple of the women.

"I know your wife is out of town," I said. "Unless you got some other woman over there you might as well come over here and fuck Anna for me."

"This just doesn't seem right," he said.

He was coming around. He'd decided it wasn't a joke, but didn't like the idea of fucking a friend's wife, especially his boss's wife. 

I stood in the living and room and faced Anna. She stood there; her arms crossed over her chest, looking at me, her eyes now bright with anger.

"It's fine," I said. "We have an open marriage. Typically she doesn't fuck anyone we know, but tonight she wants to make an exception. She wants to break the rules."

"I don't know," he said again.

"Look, Phil," I said, taking on the voice of his boss. "You can do this or not. I'm not going to beg you. If you don't want to do it then I'll call someone else."

"Whoa, hey now," he said quickly. "Don't do anything crazy. I'm just thinking about it."

"What's there to think about?" I asked. "You want to fuck her. I know you want to. I'm telling you that you can if you come over right now. Don't expect to me ask you again."

"I was gonna go hang out with my nephew," he said. "With the wife out I thought I'd go over and get high with him. Maybe call Alicia or Tammy..."

"You can do that if you want," I said. "Up to you. Answer now. I don't got all night."

"Okay, I'll come over," he said after a couple of seconds.

"Good," I said, smiling at Anna. She glared back at me, one foot tapping impatiently on the floor. "And invite your nephew and his roommate."

"What?" he asked.

I hung up the phone and put it in my pocket.

"What did you just do?" Anna asked.

"I told you," I said. "We're breaking all the rules tonight. It seems they mean nothing, so let's break them all."

"Honey," she said, trying to sound calm and rational. "This is not the way to handle this."

"I think it is," I said. "I think it makes perfect sense."

I walked into the kitchen. I took a beer from the fridge, twisted off the cap, and took a long pull from it.

"This is just wrong," she said from behind me. "I don't want to do this."

I turned around and looked at her.

"Then don't," I said. "Do whatever you want. Stay here and do this or lock yourself in your room or go to your sister's or whatever you want."

I walked back into the living room and sat down in my chair and sighed deeply. The anger had receded to a dull hum. I was feeling much better now that I had a course of action.

Anna stood over me, her arms crossed, fidgeting, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. 

"Don't just stand there," I said. "Go upstairs and put something on. Put on the black stockings I like, the ones with the lacey top. And those black spiked heels with the little straps. The ones I bought for you."

"From the stuff I only wear for you?" she asked.

"Yeah," I said and nodded.

She stood in front of me, watching me and thinking. She started to say something and then stopped. She turned and walked upstairs.

I sat back in my chair and took another swig of the beer. It felt good on my dry throat.

I pulled the phone from my pocket and dialed the number for the local pizza delivery saved on my phone. I ordered two large pizzas, one pepperoni and one supreme. I gave them my credit card number and hung up. My stomach growled as I thought of hot pizza arriving. 

I finished the beer and went back into the kitchen. I tossed the bottle in the trash. My throat felt better and I wanted something stronger. I dropped a few ice cubes in a small glass and poured some bourbon into it. I took a sip and sighed as the warmth flowed into my belly, making it unclench as it pushed away the last of the rolling anger in my gut. I filled the glass back up. Then I got another glass to make a second drink and took them both back into the living room. I sat down to wait.

I heard Anna coming down the steps. From her careful steps I could tell she was wearing the high heels. I heard them click across the hallway's wood floor as she came into the living room. I turned and watched her walk into the room. She looked gorgeous. She'd dried her hair and let it naturally curl down over her shoulders. She was wearing the heels and stockings I told her to put on, and nothing else. She walked forward determined and with no humility. She stopped in front of me and put her hands on her hips.

"This what you wanted?" she asked.

I looked her up and down. I saw the bracelet on her ankle.

"Take that off," I said, nodding toward her ankle.

"That's one of the rules," she said. "Wear the bracelet when with another man. So I think about you."

"We're breaking all of the rules tonight," I said. "Take it off."

I took a sip from my drink and watched her. She bent over at the waist, keeping her legs straight, her side to me so I could watch her lean body, her firm breasts pointing to the ground, her hair flowing down. She slowly took of the bracelet, taking much longer than needed, wanting me to watch her, to want her. Then she stood up and shook her hair back. She held the bracelet out to me.

"Here you go," she said.

I reached to take it from her. She held onto it and we were both holding onto it.




Breaking the Rules



"I don't have to do this," she said.

"You're right," I said, looking her into those strong eyes. "You don't have to do this."

We stared at each other as we both held on to the bracelet. The silence and tension held in the room. I wouldn't let go. She knew it. She let go.

Slowly, I took it from her and pushed it into my pocket. She sighed deeply and ran her fingers through her hair nervously.

"Have a drink," I said.

I handed her the second drink I'd made.

"That's one of the...," she started and then stopped. "We're breaking the rules. Right..."

She took the glass and took a sip from it. She cringed.

"That's straight bourbon," she said.

"Yes, it is," I said.

I lifted my own glass and took a big drink. She watched me then matched me, taking a big drink as well. Taking that as a challenge I tilted my drink back and finished it. She did the same, our eyes locked. I stood up with my glass, took hers, and walked back into the kitchen. I heard her heels as she walked behind me.

"So Rule 1 is already broken," she said. "And you're setting it up to break all the other rules."

"Yes," I said.

I made two more drinks and handed hers back to her.

"I told you that all of the rules will be broken," I said.

"If this is what you want," she said.

I took another drink and she matched me.

"It's not what I want," I said.

I walked past her and back into the living room.

"It's what you've already started," I said.

"Hey," she said from behind me, almost yelling. She grabbed my shoulder and I turned back toward her. "I told you I just forgot. I told you I was sorry."

"You never said that you were sorry," I said.

She sighed and looked down. I turned and walked back into the living room.

"I am," she said from behind me.

I hated hearing someone say that they're sorry. If they were really sorry then they wouldn't have done the thing they're sorry about in the first place. If it really mattered to them then they'd have thought of it before and not have to be sorry.

"Doesn't matter," I said.

She walked to the center of the living room and stood there, her side to me, looking at the wall, taking several sips from her drink, thinking to herself. I watched her and time ticked by until our glasses were empty.

"Go fill these up again," I said, holding my glass out to her.

She snatched it from my hand and walked into the kitchen. I sat in my chair, going over the rules in my head, thinking how I'd make sure each one was broken. I didn't know what the point of it was. Looking back I guess it was about control. If she'd break one rule, then I'd make her break them all. I didn't know if that would bring me peace or make me forgive her, but it needed to be done.

She brought the drinks back. She handed mine to me and then sat on the couch across the room from me. We looked at each other, saying nothing. It was quiet when there was a knock on the door and we both jumped. She laughed nervously and looked at me. I actually smiled back at her. I knocked back my drink and stood up. 

When I opened the front door, Phil was standing there, his hands in his pockets.

"Hey," he said and nodded his head.

"Come in," I told him.

He looked down the hallway past me like he was searching for something dangerous. I waited for a moment and then he came in. I closed the door behind him and walked down the hallway into the living room. He stayed at the front door for a bit, and then followed me.

"You know if this is some kind of joke," he said as he walked down the hallway, "I just don't think it's very funny."

He stopped as he started to walk into the living room. He was shocked when he saw Anna sitting on the couch, one leg crossed over the other, her foot swaying, nude except for the stockings and heels.

"Hi Phil," she said, sounding warm and friendly.

"Hey Anna," he said nervously.

He looked away from her like he'd done something wrong.

"Have a seat," I told him and pointed to the couch beside her as I sat in my chair.

He stayed standing and put his hands back in his pockets. 

"I don't know about this..." he started.

"Just shut up, Phil," I said. "Quit hemming and hawing and sit down."

He nodded and sat on the couch next to her up against the arm rest so he was as far from her as he could be.

"Go make us two more drinks," I told her. "And get Phil a beer. You want a beer don't you Phil?"

"Yeah, that'd be good," he said.

She got up and strut across the room. Now that someone else was watching her she found her confidence and held herself as if his eyes on her didn't matter. She took the glasses into the kitchen.

"Hey, man," Phil said leaning forward. "Are you sure about this? Something feels off."

"Of course I'm sure," I responded. "You ever known me to do something which I wasn't sure?"

"No," he said after a moment thinking.

"You ever known me to do something rash? Do anything without thinking it out first?" I asked.

"No," he said.

"Then stop overthinking it," I said.

He sat back and tried to relax. I looked at him and thought he was perfect for this. Phil was one of my best guys and a good friend. I could trust him. Sure he was a shit for cheating on his wife, but he loved her. He was a good guy.

He took care of his nephew who was basically abandoned by his sister. His nephew Matthew was a screw-up. He was in some local small college that would take screw-ups like him. Phil was helping to pay for it as much as he could. Matthew still spent little time in class and most of his time smoking pot and playing video games with his roommate Jamal. From what Phil said the smoking pot was the fault of Jamal whose parents were from Jamaica and who was a master bong maker. I knew that Matthew had been smoking pot before he met Jamal. In fact Jamal probably helped him to not do anything harder.

Phil was definitely a good pick for this. I don't know who I'd have called otherwise. Sure Phil looked older than he was. He'd been working hard since he was a kid. He hadn't finished high school because he'd had to work to support his family. Despite that he acted young and spry. He had a bit of a paunch and had a bald spot but his self-effacing demeanor and the way he always got others to talk about themselves without talking about himself endeared him to everyone and he was a quite a ladies' man. He was proof that a guy didn't need to look like an underwear model to get laid.

Anna came back, carrying the drinks expertly, giving me my glass, and then giving Phil his beer. 

"Thank you," he said to her, his eyes not meeting hers but looking at her breasts hovering near his face as she bent over. 

"Welcome," she said.

She sat down next to him, almost falling onto the couch, before catching herself. She was definitely feeling the alcohol. She didn't drink much and it was affecting her. She moved over closer to him, not touching him, and held her drink in her hands.

"I ordered some pizza," I said. "So we can have a bite to eat in a while."

"That sounds good," he said.

It was definitely feeling very awkward. Phil took sips from his beer and kept looking at the floor and sneaking peaks at Anna beside him. She sat back relaxed, drinking some, one leg crossed over the other and swinging her hanging foot.

"So you guys have an open marriage, huh?" he asked to break the silence.

"Yup," I said, and then corrected it. "Well, not entirely open. I haven't fucked anyone else since I've married her, but I can. She's been with a lot of guys since then though."

"Not a lot," she said, her voice slurred a bit with some extra confidence from the alcohol.

"It's been what? About a dozen guys?" I asked.

"Eight," she corrected me.

"Ah," I said. "Eight in three years."

"Does that seem like a lot?" I asked Phil.

"I don't know," he said.

"How many women you been with in that last three years?" I asked him.

"Oh," he stuttered, took a sip of his beer, and then said, "About the same I think."

"Well there you go," I said. "A lot or not you two have something in common."

I could tell I was feeling the alcohol too. I was rambling and getting belligerent.

"And you're okay with that?" Phil asked.

"Definitely," I said and nodded. "It's not like some kind of humiliation thing you understand."

"I wouldn't think so," Phil added.

"I just want her to be happy," I said.

I looked at her and she looked back at me. Her eyes softened some. She looked down embarrassed then back up at me.

"I think he's feeling uncomfortable, Anna," I told her. "Maybe you could help him out with that."

She looked at me for a few seconds, making sure I was going to go through with this, daring me to stop her, thinking about what I'd said, rolling everything around in her head. Then, she uncrossed her legs and placed her mostly empty glass on the coffee table. She turned to look at Phil and slid off the couch to the floor.

He started to say something but stopped as he watched her crawl towards him. She grabbed his knees and pushed them wide as she moved between them. She sat up and looked at him.

"You like me, Phil?" she asked.

"Well of course I do," he said.

"Of course you do," she said back.

She slid her hands up and down his thighs.

"How much do you like me?" she asked.

"Well," he stuttered. "A whole lot. Always have."

"You like watching me?" she asked.

Her hands moved up his thighs to his waist.

"Um, sure," he said. "I've always thought you were really pretty."

"Thanks, Phil," she said.

Holding onto his waist she pulled him towards her. He slid down with his butt on the edge of the couch.

"Let's just see how much you like me," she said.

She unbuckled his belt, pushed the ends to the side, opened his pants, and pulled down his zipper. He watched her intently, his tongue licking across his lips. She reached into the fly of his underwear and pulled out his half-hard dick. She held it lightly in her hand as if she was feeling its weight and looked at it like she was admiring it. She ran her hand up and down it a few times. Phil moaned and pressed the palms of his hands to his eyes, embarrassed but too turned on to care.

Holding him in her hand so just the head stuck out she leaned forward and took the head into her mouth. She started sucking on it like a lollipop, rolling her tongue around it, wrapping her lips around it, letting it pop in and out of her mouth. 

"Oh god," he groaned, looking down at her, his arms limp at his sides.

I expected to be turned on by it like I normally would but I wasn't. I just wanted to watch her and make sure she did what I wanted, what needed to be done.

She slurped on the head of his penis, her tongue licking the sensitive part underneath, and it grew, the shaft emerging from her hand, the head sticking out, and she kept just sucking the head, gripping the bottom of his shaft softly. She let it slip from her mouth and opened her hand to lick up the length of it underneath, from base to tip, letting her tongue wrap around the head, and then licking up again, over and over. He became harder until it seemed the skin of his cock was throbbing in her hand. She licked up one more time and stopped. She laid her chin on his thigh and looked up at him as she moved her hand up and down his slick shaft, her thumb rolling underneath.

"Have you ever thought about this before?" she asked him.

"Yes," he said breathlessly.

"What have you thought about?" she asked him.

"This," he said.

"Have you thought about coming in my mouth?" she asked.

He just nodded, staring down at her intently. He groaned as she wrapped her hand around the head and jerked it smoothly and quickly, causing him to raise his hips.

"Do you want me to swallow?" she asked.

"Yes," he said.

She lowered her head and took the full length of him into her mouth, sitting up so it could penetrate into her throat. She held it there and I could tell she was lapping him with her tongue. Her cheeks sunk in as she sucked on him tightly. She moved her head up and down slightly, letting the head move barely in and out of her throat. She had no gag reflex anymore. I'd trained that out of her long ago.

She pulled her head back with a gasp and sucked in air. She kept jerking him with her hand and wiped saliva from her mouth. Then, she was back down. She began pumping her mouth up and down his erection as she worked her hand around the base. Phil grabbed the couch cushion in his hands and groaned loudly.

"Oh yes," he groaned.

She kept it up, until she got out of breath, and pulled away panting. He was so hard his cock was straining in her grasp, the head bulbous and purple. She laid her head back on his thigh, staring at his erection as she stroked it up and down lazily.

"Please," he pleaded and touched her head urging her back on to him.

She started sucking on the head of his cock again while she moved her hand up and down the shaft. She slurped and sucked, her lips wrapped around him tight, her tongue lapping at the head when it entered her mouth.

"Yes, that's it," he said.

The doorbell rang and she pulled away from him looking towards the front door.

"Just keep doing what you're doing. I got it," I said.

I stood up and walked to the front door. I was expecting the pizza, but there were two young guys standing there. I recognized Matthew immediately. He was taller than me with long shaggy brown hair and a large round stomach. I figured the guy with the dreadlocks just behind him was Jamal. He was as tall as Matthew but lean and wiry. The eyes of both of them were red and they definitely looked high.

"Hey," Matthew said. "Uncle Phil said we should come over."

"Yeah, something about doing someone's wife," Jamal said.

Matthew looked at him like he wanted him to shut up.

"This is the place," I said. "Come on in."

I stepped back to let them in. They walked in warily and stood in the hallway as I closed the door.

"Go on," I urged them and they walked down the hallway. 

They stopped at the living room both looking in the room stunned. I walked around them.

Anna was still sucking on Phil's dick, now moving up and down rapidly from tip to her hand that was holding the base between thumb and forefinger with her palm flat against his waist, her thumb rubbing up and down. 

"Holy shit," Jamal said and stepped forward.

Matthew stood where he was, just watching. I sat in my chair and drank the last of my bourbon. 

Anna paid no attention to the new guests. She just kept moving her head up and down, going even faster. Phil glanced up at the two guys, looking somewhat embarrassed but then dropped his head back with a groan as she shoved him deep into her mouth, grabbing the base in her fist and jerking him off.

He grabbed her hair, just holding on to her, as she sucked and jerked him. He tossed his head to the side and I knew he was about to come. She did too and started sucking on just the head, moving it between her lips while her hand slid up and down his shaft, pushing down against him hard so his erection could stand up long and hard.

"What the fuck, Uncle Phil?" Matthew asked, but there was no response.

"Oh shit," Phil cried out, his only warning.

He came in her mouth and she held the head still between her lips sucking on it as she stroked the full length of his slick shaft. His hips jerked slightly as his semen spurt out of him and into her mouth. Her cheeks pulled in as she sucked on him hard and pulled it out of him. I could hear her breathing heavily through her nose. 

Then, she pressed her hand down, letting his erection stand out at its full length, sucking on the tip, and I saw it pulse as another surge of semen squirmed from him. I saw her throat flex as she swallowed and then she plunged her head down, taking him inside of her mouth to her throat. She held him there and he shook as the last small spurts ejected directly into her throat. She held him there a few seconds, and then pulled back with a loud gasp for air.

His cock stood up long and wet, a bit of white semen coating the side. She slid her hand up and down slowly, looking up at him. He sighed deeply and sunk back into the couch. He laughed softly and ran his hand through his hair.

"Goddam," he said. "I thought I was going to come my brains out."

She smiled at him, then kissed the head of his dick, let it go, and stood up. She turned to face Jamal and Matthew, both still staring at her.

"Hi boys," she said.

She wiped semen from her lips with her finger and then licked it off. Then she put her hands on her hips and licked her lips as she stared at them.

"What's going on, Uncle Phil?" Matthew asked.

"What's it look like?" Phil said.

He pushed his shrinking dick back into his underwear and closed his pants.

"I didn't believe you when you told me on the phone," Matthew said.

"Well believe me now," Phil said.

Phil was definitely sounding more confident now that Anna had sucked him off. It hadn't been a joke and I hadn't done anything to stop it. I'd just let Anna suck him off and nothing bad had happened.

I stood up and introduced myself to Matthew and Jamal, shaking their hands.

"This is my wife Anna," I said, motioning to her.

She walked up and shook their hands. They weren't shy about ogling her. Their eyes moved over her body hungrily, over those round tits, the pert nipples, flat stomach, the long legs and firm thighs.

She stepped back, stumbled a bit on her heels, feeling the bourbon even more now, and then sat down on the couch again with a sigh. She ran her fingers through her hair and rubbed her eyes.

"You guys want something to drink?" I asked.

"Sure," Jamal said.

"Follow me," I said.

I took them into the kitchen. Matthew wanted a beer, but Jamal wanted some bourbon when I told him that's what I was having. I went back and grabbed Anna's glass. I looked into her eyes as I leaned over and she looked back at me. Her face was expressionless, no anger, no lust, nothing. I took the glass back to the kitchen and refilled it.

"There's pizza on the way," I said.

"That's cool," Jamal said.

"So this is for real?" Matthew asked.

"Of course," I said. "I'd think you could tell that already."

I walked back into the living room and handed Anna her glass. She took it, staring at me intently, looked away, and took a drink. She looked more composed now, sitting up straight, her foot swaying, looking at Matthew and Jamal as they came back into the room, appraising them.

"Have a seat," I said.

Jamal walked to the chair near mine, leaving Matthew with just a space on the couch between Anna and Phil. With a nod to Anna he sat down, pulling his arms against him like he was afraid to touch Anna or Phil. 

"How you doing, Matt?" Phil said, slapping Matthew on the shoulder.

"Not as good as you," Matthew said, making Phil laugh and then Jamal joined in.

Matthew glanced over at Anna who sat back on the sofa partially facing him, her leg crossed toward him. Her arm across the back of the couch touched his long hair and she twirled it between her fingers.

"I like your hair," she told him.

"Thanks," he said.

His eyes were aimed right at her tits.

"Bring any weed with you?" I asked.

"Yeah, sure," Matthew said, pulling his gaze away from Anna.

He reached into a big pocket of his baggy pants and pulled out a rolled up plastic bag.

"Then roll it up," I said.

"I brought a pipe," Jamal said.

He got a pipe from his sweatshirt pocket. It was an ornate wooden pipe with a large bowl. 

"Made it myself," he said.

"Pretty nice," I said.

I pulled my chair closer to the coffee table and Jamal did as well. Matthew handed Jamal the bag. As he packed the bowl I looked at Anna. She was already watching me. She had a question on her face, one that she couldn't ask. I just nodded. She sighed softly and then sipped from her drink. Jamal handed the packed pipe to Anna.




Breaking the Rules



"Ladies first," he said.

"Thank you," she said.

She took it from him with a lighter he handed her. Looking at me the entire time, she placed the pipe to her lips, flicked the lighter, and sucked on the pipe, pulling the flame into the bowl and inhaling the smoke. Smoking pot wasn't new to either of us but something we rarely did anymore. She took a deep breath, pulled the pipe away, and held in the smoke. After a few seconds she exhaled blowing the smoke directly towards me.

"Good job," Jamal said.

"Hell yeah," Matthew agreed.

She passed the pipe and lighter to Matthew and leaned back. Matthew hit it and passed it to his uncle Phil who it and passed it to me. I passed it to Jamal.

"You're not hitting it?" Jamal asked.

"No thanks," I said. "I'm fine with the bourbon."

The doorbell rang and Jamal hurriedly hid the pipe in his pocket.

"It's fine. It's just pizza," I said.

I answered the door and a pizza delivery guy was standing there. He passed me a receipt for the order and I gave him a $20 tip.

"Wow, thanks," he said, pocketing the tip.

"No problem," I said and took the pizzas from him. "This your last delivery for the night?"

"Yeah. I'm done for the night," he said and started to turn away.

"You want to come in and hang out?" I asked him.

He turned back to look at me, his eyes narrowed, looking at me suspiciously.

"That's ok, man," he said. "Have a good night."

He was a young guy, about the same age as Matthew and Jamal. He had bright red hair and light skin. He was short and skinny and wore thick lens glasses.

"We got a party here. Booze, pot, and pussy," I said as he started to walk away.

He stopped and turned back to me.

"Booze, pot, and pussy?" he asked.

"Yeah. I'm not messing with you," I said.

"That's okay. I gotta be somewhere," he said.

"I understand thinking I'm up to something," I told him and shifted the hot pizza boxes in my hands. "It must be weird for a stranger to tell you to come in and hang out. But I don't know how you can turn this down."

He stood there, watching me.

"You serious?" he asked.

"Always am," I said.

He stepped forward and sniffed. He was trying to smell the pot but couldn't from there.

"Look. I'll go inside and leave the door open. If you want to come in then come in. You can look around and if you don't like it then you can just walk out. If you don't want to come in then just close the door and leave. I tell you though that if you leave you'll be missing out on some fun," I told him.

I turned and walked away, carrying the pizza to the living room. 

"Pizza's here," I said and set the boxes on the coffee table.

Jamal was still holding the pipe in his pocket and watching the hallway.

"Somebody out there?" he asked.

"Just the pizza guy. He might be coming in, but don't worry, he's cool," I said.

I opened the top box, the supreme, took a hot slice and bit into it. It was steaming hot but tasted good.

Watching the hallway, Jamal took a hit from the pipe and passed it to Anna. She leaned forward, took a hit, and passed it on.

About halfway through my slice I heard the door close and the pizza guy walking down the hallway.

"Come in. Sit down. Have a slice," I said.

He was standing in the hall and was of course looking right at Anna. She looked back at him, leaned back in the corner of the couch, one arm on the back of the couch, the other on the arm rest, her legs crossed, her breasts bare, her long hair cascading down her shoulders and chest, looking back at him confidently. I'm sure the scene looked odd with four guys and a mostly naked woman sitting around a coffee table, smoking a pipe and eating pizza. 

"Come in," she said. "Have a seat."

"Yeah, man," Phil said and motioned him over.

He walked into the room and stood still. 

"Beer's in the fridge. Get one. Grab a chair from the kitchen and have a seat," I told him.

He did that and sat down at the end of the coffee table with Jamal on one side and Anna on the other. He seemed to have more balls than the rest of the guys to come into a stranger's house and then sit right next to Anna.

"What's your name?" I asked him.

"Dan," he said and took a big swig off the beer.

"This is Anna," I said.

She leaned forward and took his hand.

"Really glad to meet you," he said.

"Likewise I'm sure," she said like we were at some classy soiree and laughed, making everyone else laugh.

I introduced everyone else and we set to eating, drinking, and smoking. I was hungry and getting a contact high. I devoured a few pieces and made myself stop. I went to the kitchen to get more drinks for everyone, came back, and handed them out. Everyone started to loosen up some. The naked woman in the room became part of the group as everyone talked and joked. I didn't say much. I just watched Anna. She kept looking at me. I could see she was getting fucked up. Her eyes were red. She was slurring her words. Her face was flushed. 

"Come upstairs," I told her and stood up.

She looked at me and pushed herself to her feet. She wobbled on her heels and then stood up straight.

"You guys stay here. Enjoy yourself and I'll be right back," I told them.

Anna walked around to me and I started up the stairs with her following me.

"I'm feeling dizzy," she said behind me.

"But feeling pretty good too," I added.

"Yeah, that too," she said and giggled to herself.

I walked into our bedroom and she followed me.

"Time to break some more rules?" she asked, looking at me, her eyes dilated but still searching my face.

"Yes. I think everyone is comfortable now," I said.

She nodded and looked around the room.

"Lay on the bed," I told her.

She walked to the bed, sat on the side, and then pushed herself up onto it. I went to the closet, reached up to the top shelf, and pulled out six bunches of the rope I kept stored up there.

"What are you going to do?" she asked.

"Tie you up. What do you think?" I replied.

"I don't like this," she said, sitting in the middle of the bed.

"Neither do I," I said.

I stood at the foot of the bed holding the bunches of rope.

"Lay down," I said.

She laid back and stretched her feet and hands to the four corners of the bed. She looked gorgeous splayed out on the bed and she knew it. She watched me and grinned up at me. I looked away and dropped five bundles of rope on the foot of the bed and carried one over to one of her hands.

I folded the rope in half, rapped it once around her wrist, passed the ends through the fold, put two fingers beneath the loop and wrapped the rope around her wrist and my fingers three times. Then I passed through the original loop, pulled it through and back, and pushed a loop up under the ropes as I pulled my fingers back out. I passed the ends through the new loop and pulled tight. I tested it by pulling on her wrist. The knot was reversed and locked. It was tight enough to hold her but not too tight. It wouldn't loosen and wouldn't tighten no matter how much she pulled on it. I tied the ends of the rope to the leg of the bed.

I did the same to her other wrist so her arms were spread out to the corners of the bed. 

"Spread your legs and bend your knees to get them wider," I told her.

She did as I told her until her thighs where spread wide, her knees bent and off the bed with her feet lying near the edge of the bed, leaving her pussy open and vulnerable. I wrapped ropes around her knees as I had with her wrist and tied them off to the feet at the head of the bed. Then I tied up her ankles to the feet at the foot of the bed. 

I stepped back to look at her. This was one of my favorite ways to tie her up and what I had been thinking about doing later that night. I liked her tied up with her legs straight out to the corners of the bed, but it could be hard to fuck her like that. With her knees bent her legs were spread wide and her hips were turned up, making it easy to use her pussy. 

I felt myself getting aroused just looking at her. The white nylon ropes wrapped around her stocking-clad legs. I looked at the soft skin of her upper thighs, her firm stomach, her breasts rising and falling with her breaths, her hands gripping the ropes tied to her wrists, her hair spread beneath her. She was watching me and knew I was turned on.

"Just send them away and fuck me like this," she said, her words slurred. 

She strained and pulled on the ropes, unable to move and free herself. Her body writhed as she lifted her hips, pulled at the ropes at her knees, fought to straighten her legs. I watched the muscles of her thighs and stomach clench as she struggled. Her breasts swayed. She made soft grunts as the ropes pulled tight against her as she pulled against them.

"I can't get away. You can do whatever you want," she said.

"Yes, I can," I said.

I turned away and left the room.

I walked down the stairs, determined to go through with this. She had looked incredibly sexy, but I didn't have a desire to fuck her. There was a block that disconnected the desire from action. 

The guys were sitting around the table with the pizza mostly gone and the pipe sitting empty on the table.

"Who wants to fuck her first?" I asked.

They all looked at me, but no one spoke up.

"She's up there tied up and waiting for someone," I said.

"Tied up?" Dan asked.

"Yup," I said and nodded. "There are a bunch of toys too. There's a vibrator that will get her all excited and make it nice and wet when you fuck her."

"I'll go," Dan said, standing up.

After he stood up, Jamal started to stand up too, but stopped. He was too slow. He was overthinking it.

"Come on," I said and walked back upstairs.

I heard Dan following me. I went into the bedroom and opened the bottom drawer of the night stand on my side of the bed. Inside were several toys: dildos, vibrators, anal beads, paddles, blindfolds, and other things. I lifted out a bottle of lube, set it on the table, and left the drawer open.

"Take a look. See what you want. The good vibrator is the white one on the left," I said.

I turned around and he was standing at the foot of the bed staring at her. She looked back at him and lay still. He looked over but his eyes kept returning between her legs. She does have a beautiful pussy and it was entirely bared to him.

"Use the lube though," I said.

He looked at me quickly as if I'd woken him from a daydream.

"Oh yeah, definitely," he said.

I stood back as he walked to the nightstand. He looked in the drawer and brought out the white vibrator. We'd had it longer than any other toy in the drawer. It was special in a way. I'd used it on her so many times, made her come, made her cry out to be allowed to come, left it in her as I straddled her chest and fucked her mouth. No one else had ever touched it and now a pizza delivery guy was holding it.

I felt myself getting angry again, not because he was holding the vibrator but because it wasn't special anymore. She'd ruined all of it. I looked at her and she looked back at me. The anger was rolling in my eyes and she just watched it, her eyes hazy from the pot and alcohol. She shook her head once, letting me know I could still stop it. I shook my head letting her know that it was too late. I crossed my arms on my chest and leaned back against the wall in the corner away from the bed.

Dan moved to the foot of the bed holding the vibrator in one hand and the lube in the other. He touched the switch on the vibrator, making sure it worked, and then turned it off. I figured it wasn't his first time using a vibrator.

"You're sure about this," he said, looking at her then back at me.

"Yup," I said.

"Yes," she said, her voice soft and dreamy.

"You going to stay in here?" he asked me.

"Yes. I like to watch. If it bothers you then you can leave," I said.

"That's fine, man. Whatever works for you," he said quickly.

He looked back at her and licked his lips.

"You are so sexy," he said.

He hurriedly took of his clothes until he was entirely naked. He was as scrawny as he'd looked in the clothes. He was definitely a red-head with his pale skin covered with freckles. He looked younger than he really was and how he acted.

He climbed onto the bed between her legs and lay the vibrator and lube beside him. He crawled up over until he was hovering over her body, looking down into her eyes.

"You are so sexy," he said again.

Then he leaned down and kissed her softly. She didn't meet his kiss. She just lay still as he kissed her. Then he kissed her harder, pressing his mouth to hers. She was forced to open her mouth. He groaned and shivered. He pulled back and she lifted her head, chasing his mouth. He smiled and moved back on the bed to kneel between her legs.

He placed his hands on her inner thighs at the top of her stockings and then slid his hands up over stocking to the skin of her upper thighs and back down. She sighed and pressed her head into the pillow. 

She was enjoying it, enjoying a stranger touching her. She resisted only for a moment with that first kiss but gave herself over immediately after. I wanted to see her resist, to fight against the breaking of the rules, but she was going with it and finding pleasure in it.

He rubbed her inner thighs, his hands getting closer and closer to her pussy and then suddenly smacked both thighs. She yelped and her head snapped up. He gently rubbed his hands over the places he smacked. Then, he bent down and kissed them softly. She lay back but looked down at him, and then suddenly shot up again when he bit her thigh. He pulled away and looked at the red skin.

"So sexy," he said.

Then, he bent down and started licking her pussy enthusiastically, diving right in, licking and slurping. Her body tensed and she moaned uncontrollably. He licked between her labia. He plunged his tongue inside of her. He sucked on her clit. He was like a pig at a trough.

He pressed his hands against her inner thighs at the top of her stockings as if trying to spread her legs further, but they wouldn't move with how I'd tied her. He pulled her clit between his lips and flicked it rapidly with his tongue. Her body bucked on the bed and she cried out like she was about to come. He suddenly pulled away. She was panting, her chest shaking, and looked down her body at him.

"You can't come yet. I'll tell you when," he said.

She nodded. She'd let him take control. She had no other choice.

He picked up the vibrator and lube. He squirted some lube onto the vibrator and rubbed the lube over it with his hand. Then, he rubbed his lube hand over her pussy, pushing his fingers into her. She moaned and then he slapped her thigh again making her yelp.

He turned on the vibrator and moved closer to her. He placed it lengthwise against her pussy between her labia and held it there, tilting it against her clit. She thrashed her head to the side. He slid his other hand up and down her thigh, seeming to like the feel of moving from the stocking to the bare skin. He moved the vibrator up and down rubbing the entire length of her pussy between her lips, over her clit, over her opening. Her body jerked and shivered. Her stomach shook.

Then he slipped it inside of her. It went in smoothly. She cried out and pulled against the ropes. He slid it in and out of her, watching it intently, focused just on that penetration. He slid his hand from her thigh to her clit and rubbed it with his thumb.

"Please," she panted.

"No," he responded. "And just for that."

He leaned down and bit her thigh again, his mouth wide and pressing his teeth into the meat of her thigh, not hard enough to break skin, but enough to leave small teeth marks when he pulled away. She squealed and wrestled against her bindings. He continued fucking her with the buzzing vibrator as he sat up and began stroking his dick with his lubed hand. He was already mostly hard and a few strokes made him completely hard. His dick was thin and long, curved up and slightly to the side. He massaged the head as he looked down at her, taking her entire writhing body in as the vibrator moved in and out of her.

He suddenly pulled the vibrator out, turned it off, dropped it on the bed, and lay on top of her, pushing his cock into her lubed and open pussy. He lay flat on top of her and slid his hands beneath her to grab her butt as he just started plowing her, fucking hard and fast. I was reminded of a rabbit humping furiously. 

She grunted "Unh... Unh... Unh..." as his long cock hit her deep inside, probably pushing against her cervix. She pulled and yanked against the ropes, but they wouldn't loosen and she couldn't get away. She wrapped her fingers around the ropes at her wrists and held onto them tightly.

His pale butt rose and fell, rose and fell, rose and fell, clenching and unclenching, rapidly as he drove into her, his knees pressing into the bed for traction. He pressed his face into her shoulder, moaning loudly. I could see his fingers grabbing her butt from beneath, pulling her butt cheeks apart, trying to open her wider. Her body bounced up and down on the bed, making it shake and squeak. 

I could see that long thin shaft sliding from her pussy, gripping him tightly, and slamming back into her, keeping that fast pace, not slowing, until he was panting for breath, but still didn't stop, just kept pounding into her like she was just a hole, just something to be used.

I saw movement at the doorway and saw the other three guys crowding the doorway.

"He's really fucking her," Jamal said.

"Of course he is," Phil said.

Dan didn't know or care that there was anyone else in the room. He was just focused on his cock thrusting inside of her. His whole body was just that sensation, there was nothing else. 

The only way I knew he was coming was his back arched and he lifted his head up from her shoulder. He didn't slow down or speed up, just kept shoving into her.

"Please," she pleaded with him.

"Yes," he hissed.

She cried out and her body tensed. He kept pounding into her again and again and I saw his semen being pulled out to leak out of her, but he just kept going. She bucked against the ropes as her orgasm tore through her, much stronger for having been made to wait. She clenched her butt, trying to raise her hips up to meet him, and he plunged into her over and over. She shook her head from side to side and her back arched, her eyes flew open, and she kept chanting "yes yes yes yes."

It was the longest orgasm I'd ever seen her have like there was no end to it, as long as he was fucking her, coming inside of her, she would continue. Then suddenly he stopped shoving into her as deep as he could. His body was completely stiff and still as he held there. His fast humping had scooped out a lot of semen so that had puddled on the bed cover below her, mixed with her own juices. He didn't move at all for several second, his body tight but not trembling, his balls pulling up against his body, pushing his semen into her.

Then, with a deep groan he let go and lay on top of her. He slid his hands from under her butt and flat on the bed. They were both panting, breathing in unison. Her body shook as the orgasms faded from her until she relaxed, letting her limbs be held by the ropes, not pulling against them, just breathing.

"Damn, that pizza boy came a lot right up in her," Matthew said standing at the foot of the bed, looking between her legs.

Jamal was standing next to him, hypnotized by the couple on the bed, watching the milky semen oozing out of her around Dan's penis. He pulled the pipe from his sweatshirt pocket and hit it. He handed it to Matthew who hit it too, barely looking at it, just staring at them on the bed. 

Dan lay there for a while until he caught his breath. His penis had shrunk some but was still inside of her. He pushed himself to his arms and looked down at her. Her eyes were closed and head to the side almost like she was asleep but was just basking in the afterglow. He bent down and kissed her. She turned her head and kissed him back. As they kissed deeply he ground his hips against her making them both groan and then he pulled away from her, sitting up, his dick coming out of her. More semen trickled out of her and onto the bed cover. 




Breaking the Rules



Matthew tapped Dan on the shoulder and passed him the pipe. Dan took a hit from it and handed it back, never looking away from Anna. Jamal took it from him and held it. Dan stroked her thighs, his penis thick and hanging low, still partially aroused. 

As Dan kneeled between her bound legs rubbing his hands over her stockings and thighs, admiring her wet and reddened vulva, and his semen beading around her vaginal opening. Jamal moved to the side of the bed so he was looking down at Anna's face. She turned her head to look at him and smiled, her eyes partially open.

Jamal took a hit from the pipe and then leaned down. He kissed her and she opened her mouth taking the kiss eagerly. He exhaled and I saw tendrils of smoke escape from between their lips. She inhaled it and leaned her head up to take in the smoke and the kiss. He pulled away, took another hit, and kissed her again, exhaling the smoke into her mouth. She took it eagerly, wrapping her mouth around his so little smoke would escape and to kiss him harder. The kiss lasted long enough that when she exhaled smoke escaped from between their lips and out her nose. I could see their tongues entwined, hers pushing into his mouth.

Suddenly she squealed and pulled back as Dan was biting her thigh again. He opened his mouth wide to hold as much of her thigh as he could and bit down, not hard, just enough to feel his teeth sink into her firm flesh, so that when he let go there were small dents from his teeth. He rubbed his hand over the marks and sighed deeply.

"I could feast on these thighs for weeks," he said to himself.

Jamal set the pipe and lighter on the nightstand and started taking his clothes off, staring down at Anna. She lay back on the bed twitching, making me wonder if she'd had another small orgasm from the combination of the kissing, the smoke, and the bite. I knew she loved to be bit and could take it even harder than Dan did. She could come just from kissing and nibbling on her breasts and nipples.

Dan slid off the bed reluctantly, his hands slipping along her legs until he was standing on the floor. He walked back, still looking at her wet open vagina. He leaned against the wall beside me and sighed deeply.

"Thanks for inviting me in, mister," he said, glancing at me.

"My pleasure... and hers," I said.

He just nodded and walked out of the room slowly, brushing past Matthew and Phil.

Jamal was entirely naked but for his white socks. He got up on the bed at her side and straddled her stomach. He grabbed her breasts, one in each hand, and began massaging them, rolling them around in his palms.

"Such great tits," he said.

He was right. She did have great tits. Not too large or small, firm with round brown areola and nipples that seemed always hard. 

"I've been looking at these all night," he said.

I'm sure everyone had been. She'd been nude the entire night. It would have been impossible to not look at and admire them.

Small groans rattled deep in his throat as he grabbed and pulled at her breasts, getting more rough, tweaking her nipples, gripping as much of a breast as he could in each hand, filling his large hands, so that her nipples pointed sharply up. She squirmed beneath him, impossible to say from pleasure or pain. He pressed her tits together, seeing how they formed a snug space between them. I knew he was going to titty fuck her then.

He moved up until he was straddling her chest, grabbed her hair, and lifted her head. He fed his thick dick into her mouth. She wrapped her lips around it and he began moving her head back and forth. 

"That's it," he sighed, looking down at her. 

I moved to the side of the bed so I could see him fucking her mouth. He sat still, moving her mouth along the length of his cock as it grew to an average length but thick with large veins running down the side. She was breathing heavy through her nose, unable to breathe with her mouth clamped around his erection. His brown butt tensed as he pulled her head towards him until her nose was buried in his pubic hair. The head of his cock must have pushed into her throat. He held her there for a moment looking down at her, his dreadlocks hanging over the sides of his face.

"You can take it all, girl," he said.

She nodded subtly and said a muffled "Mmmhmmm."

He stroked her hair and let her head fall back to the pillow. She looked up at him, licking her lips as she gasped and pulled in air. He rubbed his saliva-slickened erection over her lips and cheeks. She tried to lick it and put it in her mouth, but he kept moving it around, rubbing her saliva across her face. He grabbed the shaft and slapped the head against her puckered lips. She opened her mouth to suck on it again but he pulled away. She groaned in frustration as he moved back until he was hovering over her stomach and chest.

He turned around to reach for the lube still lying on the bed between her legs. I grabbed it and handed it to him.

"Thanks, man," he said and took the bottle from me.

I picked up the vibrator too. I held it in both hands, running one hand up and down the slick white surface. Another man had fucked her with it. I knew at the end of the night I would throw it away. I had no more use for it. It was tainted. But then that was the point of all of this.

Dan came back in the room, naked, his penis hanging down long and partially engorged. He definitely wasn't done. He was holding a half-eaten slice of pizza in one hand and a beer another. He stood in the doorway and Phil had to move further into the room and beside the bed near the night stand with the toys in it. Matthew moved next to him. They all watched Jamal and Anna intently.

Jamal squirted lube over her breasts and his dick which lay between them until they were glistening wet. He dropped the tube on the bed beside him and some lube leaked out on to the bed spread. He held her breasts, one in each hand, adjusted his cock so it was lying on the smooth skin between them, and then pushed them together. They were just big enough to wrap around his thick shaft and encase most of the length of it if when he pushed them together tightly. He started sliding it back and forth between her tits, the head peeking out at the top and then slipping back between them. 

His body was lean, not scrawny like Dan's, with hardened muscle tensing as he moved, close to the type of man Anna would normally choose, but not bulky and pretty like Troy, just a naturally taut physique. I could see the muscles of his butt constrict as he slid his erection between her breasts and his stomach tense as he pulled back. He took on a smooth easy rhythm. He groaned, "Uhhh... yes... Uhhh... yes..." over and over as he watched his cock slipping between her slick tits. He pushed her breasts together tightly and rubbed and pinched her nipples, making them stand up stiff and round. She moaned and licked her lips, looking up at him and then straining to look at the penis between her breasts, the head coming close to her chin.

I walked around the bed, in front of Matthew, and behind Dan and Phil to lay the used vibrator on the night stand. I picked up the lube from the bed before it leaked onto the bed spread even more and set it on the night stand. I looked down at the open drawer with all the toys in it. I thought about what I could do next. So many toys that could be ruined. I took some perverse self-destructive delight in imagining letting them use all those toys on her and then throwing them all out. It would be impossible to use everything in the drawer without bringing in a lot more guys and probably fucking her into a coma, but I felt that none if it mattered.

I looked at Jamal fucking her tits, at how both of them were taking and giving pleasure from it. My eyes moved along the ropes, holding her arms out to the corners of the bed, each leg tied off in two places to keep her legs spread and bent. I walked away from the night stand, leaving the drawer open, knowing what I would have them do to her once Jamal was done, and walked around to the other side of the room and leaned back on the bureau, the jewelry box behind me, the one drawer open and empty.

Jamal had started moving faster, his thighs flexing as he thrust back and forth, sitting up off of her stomach so he could push his cock down against her sternum and slide the curved length of it against her, pressing her breasts around him. He clutched her breasts in his hands tightly from the sides and held them together, her nipples touching each other. She was lying back quietly except for a soft humming moan, looking up at his body tensing and relaxing.

"Such great tits," he said softly between hurried breaths.

He sat up more and started fucking her tits hard, pounding between them like he was fucking her pussy. He jammed his body against her soft breasts, pulled back and shoved between them again, hard and fast. His slick cock slid smoothly back and forth. He groaned "Yes" as he fucked her and she groaned as his weight came down on her chest when he thrust forward so they made an entwining sound of grunts, "Yes... Uhhhh... Yes... Uhhh..."

He kept that fast rhythm for as long as he could, his butt tensing to hold on until he couldn't anymore. With a final "Yes!" he shoved forward, the head of his cock pushing from between her breasts to her neck, and squirt a long stream of semen onto her neck and chin. Quickly he pulled back and pushed forward again unleashing another blast of his come onto her. She leaned her head back and let his come land on her neck, her chest, and her upturned chin. She was basking in it.

With a final trembling thrust forward he held still and the last of his semen squirt onto her in a large glob that splattered on her chest and ran down her neck. He leaned forward, his back curving, and breathed deeply. He looked down at her, his semen coating her neck and upper chest, and smiled. She smiled back at him and licked her lips. He took that as a sign and moved up over her chest and put his dick to her lips. She lifted her head and wrapped her lips around him eagerly. She sucked on him, her tongue wrapping around him and rubbing over his hole, pulling the last of his dribbling semen from him. He groaned as she licked him clean and became soft in her mouth.

With a long sigh he pulled out of her mouth. He sat back and caressed her breasts once more before stepping from the bed, stumbling against the night stand before setting himself upright.

"That was incredible," he said.

He wiped sweat from his face. His whole body glistened with sweat. 

I looked at the semen covering her upper chest and neck. She was breathing deeply, horny from the tit fucking but given no release. Her hips churned, her soaking pussy searching for something to enter it. 

"I think I can go again," Phil said.

He started to move forward, unbuttoning his shirt.

"One minute," I said and stepped to the foot of the bed. "I have another idea. You guys go get another drink while I tie her up differently... And bring her one too."

Phil, Jamal, and Dan turned and left, grinning at each other, Jamal saying, "Damn she's hot," as they walked out of the room. Matthew stood still and looked at me.

"I'd like to watch, if that's ok," he said.

"Sure," I said.

I untied the three ropes that held her right leg and wrist from the frame of the bed. I moved to the other side and untied the three ropes on that side. I removed the ropes from her thighs but left the ones at her wrists and ankles. She lay limp on the bed watching me, a slight grin on her lips, her eyes half-closed and glowing with lust. 

I grabbed her by the hips and pulled her towards me until her butt was near the edge of the bed. Then I flipped her onto her stomach. Her feet fell to the floor and she tried to stand up. I pushed her back down on the bed and she lay there, her feet planted on the floor. 

I went around to the other side of the bed. She already had her hands stretched out across the bed. I took the four ends of rope, wrapped them around each other and made a knot between her two wrists to hold her wrists together. Then, I kneeled at the side of the bed and tied the ends to the frame, pulling them tight. I stood up and her arms were stretched out together and securely tied. She titled her head up to look at me. She snapped her hair back over her shoulders and out of her face.

"You sure this is how you want me?" she asked, her eyes still shining with that defiance despite the alcohol, the pot, and the fucking she'd already taken.

I just shook my head and walked around the bed again. Matthew was watching me eagerly.

"You know how to do this?" I asked him.

"Tie up a woman?" he said. "Sure, just... that looks different."

"Come here," I told him. 

I kneeled down by her left ankle, the one closest to him. He knelt beside me.

"See you can't just tie someone up. You have to do it safely and securely. See this knot," I said.

I grabbed at the rope winding around her ankle, wrapped around and through itself. I pulled on it to show the bit of space between the rope and her ankle.

"See how it's tight but not too tight. This isn't going to cut off circulation or damage any nerves," I said.

I pulled at the knot and final locking loop.

"This here reverses the knot and locks it. That way it won't tighten and won't loosen," I said.

He nodded, his eyes wide looking at the rope wrapped around her ankle. 

"I can show you how to do it sometime. It's a pretty easy knot. You have anyone to practice it on?" I said.

I took the two ends of the rope, wrapped them around the leg of the bed, and pulled her leg towards it, making her almost lose her balance. She pulled on the ropes at her wrists to hold herself up.

"Kind of," he said. "You can show me how to do it like that?"

"Sure," I said. 

I looked up the length of her long leg, seeing it was at about a 45 degree angle. I tied the rope off tightly to the bed leg.

"I can show you sometime. It's best you know how to do this right so no one get hurt," I said and paused. "Well, not in the way they don't want to be hurt."

I smiled at him and Matthew chuckled.

I slid her right leg over at a 45 degree angle and tied the ends of the rope to the bed leg. When I stood up I looked down at her to make sure she was tied correctly. Her legs were spread wide enough that she could hold herself up if she wanted but she could also relax and lay on the edge of the bed. The ropes on her wrists would stop her from sliding back. She was held in place securely but not uncomfortably. She could stay like that for a while if needed. She was able to bend her knees some but not much. She stuck her butt out and squirmed up on the bed some. The high heels helped to lift her butt up and made her legs long and gorgeous.

I smacked her butt hard making her yelp loudly. Matthew chuckled next to me.

"You like that?" I asked him.

"Yeah," he said.

He was looking at her butt hungrily. He licked his lips. This was the most I'd seen him turned on so far.

"You can do that some if you want to," I told him.

I went to the night stand and pulled a paddle out of the drawer. It was just a bare wood ping pong paddle with no rubber on the surface. It was worn with age and use. We'd picked it out a sporting goods store. I removed the rubber so it was just bare wood and it became our spanking paddle.

"You can use this if you'd prefer," I said, handing the paddle towards him.

He took it from me. He held it in his hand, feeling its weight, and turning it around to study it. He looked back up at me, looking for approval.

"Go ahead and try it," I said, crossing my arms over my chest.

He moved closer to her and looked at her bare butt. He touched her with one hand, caressing her butt cheek softly, and then took his hand away.

"So smooth and soft," he said quietly to himself.

Then with his tongue protruding between his lips he pulled the paddle back just a foot from her and smacked it against her butt. Her body jumped and she yelped again. She turned her head to look at him over her shoulder and back.

He pulled the paddle back and smacked her butt again, a bit harder than last time, making her grunt. She squirmed up on to the bed, straightening her legs, looking as if she was either trying to get away or raising her butt in the air further for another hit.

He gently placed his hand on the red mark on her butt cheek. He caressed it softly, his hand moving over the curves of her butt, firm but still soft enough to give something to hold onto and dig your fingers into.

Jamal showed up in the doorway, still nude, his penis shrunk and still wet, with a beer in his hand.

"What you doing, man?" he asked. "I heard something and heard her scream from down there."

Matthew turned to him and showed him the paddle.

"Ah," Jamal said in understanding, smiled, and shook his head. "A bit of a spanking, huh?"

"Yes," Matthew said, coming out like a hiss.

He turned around and abruptly spanked her again, pulling his hand back further than before and hitting her harder. 

"Oof," she grunted from that one as she watched it come.

He held the paddle against her butt and pressed it into her flesh. Her cheek flattened out beneath the paddle. He rubbed the paddle up and down, and then pulled back and spanked her again.

"Unh," she grunted even before the paddle hit her, expecting the smack against her stinging ass.

"I think she likes it," Jamal said and took a sip from his beer.

Phil and Dan came into the room. Dan was holding two glasses of bourbon. Phil was holding a bourbon and a beer. Looking down at Anna's flushed buttocks Phil handed me the bourbon.

"Very nice," Phil said as I took the glass from him.

"What should I do with hers?" Dan asked holding the glass out.

"Lift her head up and give her a drink," I said.

Without hesitation he walked to the side of bed where her hands were tied. He set his drink on the bureau. He leaned over the bed, grabbed her hair, and lifted her head up. She raised it as far as she could and looked up at him. He placed the glass to her lips and tilted it up. She drank some down, but then coughed and some ran out on the bed.

"Don't choke her with it," Phil said to him.

"She just doesn't know how to drink," Dan said.

"She's fine," I said.

Dan let go of her hair and put his hand under her chin. He poured more of the bourbon into her mouth, catching any that trickled out with his hand. She drank some down then pulled away. He wiped bourbon from his hand across her lips and stood up. The glass was about half empty.

Matthew spanked her again hard making a loud thwack echo in the room, making her cry out and making Phil jump.

"Goddamn, boy," Phil said.

She looked back at Matthew, her eyes glowing, some anger showing in her clouded eyes.

He looked at her, smiled, and pulled the paddle back. She watched him and tilted her butt up, challenging him to hit her hard. He did, bringing the paddle down swiftly and smacking it against her butt cheek, driving her body forward against the bed as he held it there.

"Unhhhhh...," she grunted loudly through clenched teeth.

She dropped her head forward and took a deep breath. Dan titled her head back up from under her chin and placed the glass to her lips. She drank some more down and he pulled the glass away before it filled her mouth. She swallowed it and tilted her head up again, her mouth open to drink some more.

"That's a good girl," Dan said.

He poured more into her mouth and she drank it down until the glass was mostly empty. He took it back and looked at the remaining layer of bourbon. He drank it down himself and then ran his tongue over his lips, trying to taste her on the glass.

Thwack! The paddle smacked her butt again, making her body jolt forward.

Her one butt cheek was a bright shining red. Matthew stood over her holding the paddle in one hand, the other rubbing his erection through his baggy pants.




Breaking the Rules Can Be Fun



Stomach fluttering, his breath hot on her neck, she inhales deeply. The anticipation of what was to come nearly overwhelming. No words spoken, his hand placed on her shoulder. Immediately she begins lowering to her knees. There he stands before her removing his cock from within his pants. Eager to please him her mouth darts forward. Instantly pulling back, he laughs. 

You know the rules: No touching unless told otherwise. 

Does someone need a reminder of the rules? 

Yes sir. 

Looking down at her he smiles. Gently tilting her head locking eyes with her, he can tell. Her eyes glare a bratty stare. She knows the rules, she choose to break them. She desires a lesson, a lesson only he can provide. 

Bringing her to her feet he bends her over the bed and enters the closet. Returning he begins strapping her in place. Legs spread, ankles strapped, held in place by the lower posts of the bed. Coming to one side of the bed stretching her right arm as far as it will go, strapping her wrist to the head board, leaving her slightly elevated off of the mattress. Strapping her left arm the same way, she now is trapped in place and unable to rest on the bed until released. 

Slowly running his hands up her back, he applies a blindfold. The rest of the lesson will be a mystery to her. Unable to rest or see, her breathing intensifies preparing for whats to come. The sound came first. The sound of the impact on her bare ass echoed through her ears before the burning sting registered in her mind.

Five more impacts to her flesh echo throughout the room. The hot, red print of a hand becoming increasingly visible with each contact. Realizing the his pattern she braces for the next swat, but it never came.

Did you think I would not notice you preparing for the next one?

Yep. She states in a disobedient tone 

Still have that attitude I see. I'll have to fix that. 

Hearing him leave the room she exhales a sigh of relief as cool air soothes her recently spanked flesh. Recalling her current standing and lack of vision, her relief would not last long. Unsure of where he went or how long he will be away the anxiety of not knowing sets it. The squealing of the floor boards notifies her of his return.

You were gone so long I thought you went to take a nap. 

That mouth of yours is the reason we're here. Let's put an end to that. 

Getting a firm grip of her hair, he pulls back. Strapping a bit gag tightly to her mouth.

Now speak.

Trying to maintain her defiance she attempts to speak out, unsuccessfully. Only inaudible moans and grunts come out.

Now that we have you silenced, it's time to continue. 

Three more cracks to her flesh continue her lesson. These impacts were not the same as before she sensed. Harder, more flat than a palm, paddle-like. Two more swats to each cheek of her ass. Her muffled screams fill the room with each impact. Rubbing the paddle along each cheek, the coldness soothing her hot skin, he laughs. His laughter only means bad good things for her. Delivering four more spanks in quick succession, his laughter subsides. 

Do you remember the rules yet?

Craving more, she shakes her head no. 

I didn't think so. 

Standing against her she can feel his erection poking at her, subconsciously she begins wiggling her bottom to him. 

Not yet, you will have to wait for that.

This cold feeling around her neck was unfamiliar to her. It wrapped around her neck and he had to fasten it into place. He has collard her, her excitement grows. He loosens one arm, then the other allowing her to lie flat on the bed. 

There is no rest for my bratty little whore tonight, he confesses. 

Grasping at her new collar he loops rope through the hook and attaches it to the headboard, bringing her to a bent like state again. Arms retied up on the canopy posts at the foot of the bed bringing her back to a slight arch, while allowing for a little wiggle room. He begins tying rope around her waist, continuing down and around her thigh's and back to her waist. Attached to the rope is one of her toys, dangling just out of reach only to feel as it sways. Again she attempts to speak, just barely audible.

...that...all

Do not worry, I'm almost done, one last touch. I hope your ass has been enjoying this cooling time. By the time I am done with you here tonight you will not forget the rules again. 

Removing her bra he grasps at her breasts. Attaching a clamp to each nipple he then secures them to the side rings of the bit gag. She squeals out as her nipples are being pulled up by the clamps. The pain not overbearing but enough to let her know it is there. Planting a kiss to the back of her neck signals to her, it's time.

He turns the vibrator on and steps away to admire his work. Blindfolded, spread, gagged, red ass, in constant pleasureful pain. She was a beautiful work of art. A work of art he was going to destroy.

A hard, swift spank is delivered, this one again differs from the last. Another one lands harder, causing her to jump. The movements of her body cause the dangling toy to sway, making brief moments of contact with her flesh. Though the contact is brief it delivers a change of sensations in her body. 

Three, four, five, six, seven, he counts. 

With each count, impacts rained down, delivering a sharp sting to her ass, coupled with jolts of pleasure. Enjoying every sensation being brought upon her she moans loudly. Wanting to feel more pleasure to her clitoris she wiggles her waist to sway the toy back to her. 

Oh you want more, he says. Here, let me. 

Adjusting the rope around her thighs he brings the wand directly against her clitoris and turns the speed down a level. Staring at her bright red ass he can not help but run his hand across her heated bottom. She moans at the sense of his touch. Her desire for his cock grows, but did not want him to stop, she needed more. 

Hand sliding down her flesh, making its way between her legs. One finger makes it's way inside, teasing at her, then two. Her moans growing louder and louder as his fingers delve inside her, teasing at her g-spot. Just as soon as her entered her he removed his fingers, wiping them on her ass before delivering four more slaps with his hand across both of her cheeks.

Louder she moans. She is nearing an orgasm and he knows it. Reaching down he picks up the flogger and gives her a swift whip. The jolt of pain on her bruising ass pushes her over the edge. She explodes, screams muffled, a tear trickling down her cheek, her legs soaked with excitement. He administers another strike. Two more strikes. Upon the third she is overcome. Legs shaking the best they can as she experiences another orgasm with no end in sight.

Is my bratty little whore starting to remember the rules?

Nodding yes she screams out as her body goes through another orgasm. 

He walks closer, turning the power of the toy higher. Instantly her moans grew louder as the increased power vibrated on her sensitive clitoris. Walking to the side of the room he grabs the ottoman and sits it next to her. Releasing the tie on her collar, his right hand makes it's way under her chin, turning her to him, he removes the blindfold. Her eyes adjusting to the light start to lock with his. Looking into her eyes he beings removing her nipple clamps. He plants a kiss on her forehead as she reaches another climax. 

I'm not done with you yet: he says with a smile 

Removing her arm straps from the posts she falls to the bed. Loosening her leg straps, he drags the ottoman to the foot of the bed. Adjustments are made her her leg restraints, sliding them to her thighs. The wand is removed. A sigh of relief is released, she was unsure if she could handle another release. 

Kneel: he instructs her. 

Now kneeling she lies level with the bed. Mind racing from the events of the night she had not noticed him restraining her arms to the side of the bed. Looking to her side she see's herself in the mirrors. A perfect little fuck toy laid out on the bed to be used. 

In the mirror she see's him pick up the flogger again. Locking eyes with her through the glass he drags it up through her ass, over her back, above her head, then he applies light swipes to her ass and back. Enough to give a sting and add some color to her back. 

Time to give you what you were so eager for earlier. Do not take your eyes off of the mirror. You deserve to see what a dirty whore you are and how much you love it. 

Positioning himself behind her, lining up his cock with her entrance, he thrusts inside of her. Each thrust of his cock brings with it the pain from his skin meeting her sore ass. Holding her hips he pumps her faster and harder every thrust. Slowing his pace he reaches down removing her gag. Grabbing a hand full of hair, he pulls her head up, keeping her looking at the mirror.

This is what disobedient bratty little whores get. You like this don't you. 

Yes sir.

I didn't hear you. Say it like you mean it. 

Yes sir: she screams out in between moans. 

Gripping him tighter and tighter she is nearing orgasm again. His pace quickens. Pulling her hair tighter, his other hand now covering her mouth and nose he continues his assault. Removing his hand every so often she gasps for air. Building closer her body begins shaking. Her body stiffens, overcome with pleasure. She gasps for air as she cums all over his cock and he shows no signs of slowing down. 

That's it, cum all over my cock. Come on, you can do it again.

His words muffled by the sounds of her screams as she releases again. This is the type of night she begged for. She is being treated like nothing more than a toy for his use. Amidst all this pleasure and pain nothing else matters. There is no world, no stress, just him and her and she is in heaven hoping the night is not over. 

His pace quickens. He is nearing his release. Each thrust drawing him nearer. Their grunts and moans fill the room as he arches his back thrusting deep inside her, emptying his load inside her. Reaching climax at the same time, their breathing heavy, bodies soaking in sweat and ecstasy he rest on her back. 

Not yet, he murmurers in an exhausted breath. 

Stepping back from her he again admires his work while catching his breath. She lies on the bed relaxed recalling the events of the night as she stares at the mirror as he removes her restraints. Arms released, legs released, she lies still. She moves to her knees as he removes the ottoman. 

Their eyes lock. His cock dangling mere inches from her face. Catching a glance of it she swiftly brings her gaze back to his eyes. They remain locked in a stare down for what seems like hours lasting only seconds. 

It appears you've learned your lesson little one. 

Yes sir: she says adding a nod. 

Now you make take me into your mouth.

With that her mouth takes him in. Being sure to get every spot clean from their mixed releases. Dragging her tongue along the underside, circling the head and back down. Locking eyes with him again she holds him up as her tongue works over his balls and back up the shaft taking him back deep in her throat. 

Fingers running through her hair, holding the back of her head he thrusts down her throat. Five more fucks to her mouth he pulls out. Gripping her collar he slowly raises her from her knees. They kiss a brief moment as he pushes her down to the bed. She holds her legs up waiting for him to take her again. 

Standing between her legs, reaching down he picks up the wand. Holding the toy against her sensitive flesh he enters her once again. 

Long, slow, deep strokes his cock moves in and out of her as she nears another climax for the night. He continues at this pace for her next four orgasms. 

You're almost done babygirl. Just one more: he says. 

Tossing the toy to the floor he climbs on to the bed. Their bodies chest to chest, his head buried in her neck, biting the base of her neck as he pumps her at a rapid pace. Wrapping her legs around his back she pulls him deeper. Forgetting all surrounding she has zoned into a state of bliss. All that exist is pleasure. 

Heavy breaths, screaming, moaning and the sounds of their wet flesh slapping together fill the room. Faster and faster he thrusts into her, each nearing their limit. Quickly his hands slide under her and up to her shoulders. Holding her tight he screams out filling her used, well fucked hole once again. His moaning in her ear and strong release send her over the edge again, losing count of how many times she had came this evening. 

Rolling off of her he lies there catching his breath. Looking over to her he knows she is satisfied. Lying there enervated from the events of the night she just wants sleep. Hours have passed and she is fully spent. 

I will go draw you a bath. Get you cleaned up and tucked in bed. 

Coming down from her high she turns her head to him and smiles. After the night he has given her and now he draws a bath and gets her in bed. This Friday was better than she could have imagined. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders as he carries her to the bath she tucks her head against his chest. He kisses her forehead as she rest in his arms. 

Good Girl.