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Revenge

By: Sannion



The old slave woman crept into her mistress' chambers, careful to close the door behind her so that it did not make a sound. She stood in the shadows, clutching in her hands a little rag doll, and watched as Messalina's breasts rose and fell in the slow rhythm of sleep. Messalina was a beautiful woman, and even through her hatred, the Greek slave could see that. Her features were delicate, exotic, with a hint of the East about them, though she belonged to one of the better families of Rome. Her lips were full and luscious, meant for kissing, and other things. 

Her hair spilled out around her head in a rich black nimbus, highlighting the dusky pallor of her flesh. She had a long, graceful neck which led into the fullness of her rounded breasts. Through the light fabric of her gown, one could see her nipples, and the dark aureole surrounding them. During the night, Messalina had cast off her covers, and her gown had bunched up, revealing the gentle swell of her hip and the thick copse of hair between her legs. Under different circumstances Mila the slave woman might have found her very attractive. However it was not Eros that brought the old slave into her mistress' chambers, but Vengeance.

Mila's grandson had been a strong, happy young boy, very athletic and full of life, though he was, like all of his family, a slave. Working in the fields of the great manor had given him a muscular body, which had not gone unnoticed by the mistress of the house. Messalina had conspired to lure him into her bed, but the young boy was in love with another, and had not wanted to betray her. So he spurned his mistress, and incurred her wrath. Messalina accused him of attempting to rape her, and since she was a high-born citizen, and he but a slave, there was no question about who to believe. 

They took the boy and beat him, then crucified him, as was the punishment for slaves in those days. Mila had watched her son die, and even watched the dogs and birds pick at his flesh, for the master of the house was a cruel man, and had not allowed the body to be taken down for burial. At that time, Mila swore vengeance on the haughty mistress who had caused the death of her beloved grandson. And since Mila had come from Thessaly, in Greece, the power to exact her vengeance was in her hands, though she was a slave, and was powerless in the eyes of her masters. Thessaly was the traditional home of witchcraft in Greece, where Medea and Circe had lived. It was thought that all Thessalian women were witches, and not without reason. 

Mila began to mutter ancient prayers to Hekate in her native tongue, and as she did so, the shadows in the room grew darker, and the air grew cold. Messalina began to shiver, and in her sleep she pulled her covers tighter around her. Mila's voice grew louder, and her words grew harsher, until it seemed that she was spitting out the guttural curses like gobs of spit from deep within her throat. Finally, when she reached the height of her prayer, she drew a knife out from her robes, and slashed her arms several times as an offering of her blood. She held the rag doll under her wounds, and the drops of blood splattered onto its surface, staining it red. In her bed, Messalina was no longer chilled, but suddenly grew hot, and a sheen of sweat sprang up on her brown skin. It was not regular sweat, but had the color of blood about it. Mila saw that, and smiled. "You wanted a good fucking from my grandson, you Roman bitch, I will give you one you will never forget." 

Mila set the knife down and held the rag doll out in front of her. The doll bore a crude resemblance to her mistress, with rich black hair on its head, and between its legs, and two nubs for breasts. Mila stroked one of the doll's nubs with her finger, and glanced over to her mistress' bed. Messalina let out a soft moan in her sleep, and absently began to rub her own full breasts. Mila continued to stroke the doll's breasts, letting her finger trace circles now around one, now the other. Messalina's breathing grew heavier as she massaged her breasts, cupping them in her hands, and running her fingers over the nipples. Messalina was like her puppet, and everything the Greek did to the doll, the Roman did to herself. 

Messalina slid her hand up under her gown, and continued exploring her breasts. As her fingers cupped and stroked the breast, her nipple grew erect, and her skin became flushed, covered in gooseflesh. She took the nipple between her thumb and forefinger, and gently rolled it around, giving it a moderate squeeze. As she did this under her clothes, her other hand pressed against the gown from the outside, rasping the woolen garment against her sensitive nipples. This erotic play caused her to gasp and whimper in her sleep as her sex grew moist. Messalina's hand traveled down from her breast, tracing across her taut stomach, down past her navel, over the swell of her hips. Her slender fingers played through the thick, curly hair that covered her mound of Venus, inching towards the plump lips of her sex. 

Already the hair was glistening with the juices of her vulva, and as her hand clamped onto the patch of hair and gave a slight tug, she let out a gasp of pleasure, mixed with pain. Her left hand went up, and began caressing the lips of her mouth. She accepted her fingers into her mouth, and began to suck on them, as if they were small penises. Lazily, her hand played with her opening, slowly rubbing along the outside of her lips, just grazing her clit, but not touching it directly. She explored herself in a languid, circular motion, using the palm of her hand, instead of her digits. She lifted her hips up to meet her hand, grinding into herself with a slow and steady motion. Her juices leaked past her hand, and began to spill onto her bed, and the aroma of her sex filled the small room, wafting across to Mila. It was a delicious, musky smell, and the slave almost forget herself in it

Messalina turned over, so that she was lying on her back, and splayed her long, elegant legs as if she were some kind of common street whore, begging to be taken. Her hand moved back into place, tracing the delicate folds of her sex. She let a finger slide up to her plump lips, and slowly pushed it inside of herself. She gasped at the intrusion, but continued, letting it trace the warm, wet walls of her sex. As her index finger pushed on, penetrating her, her thumb moved up and found the tiny nub of her clitoris. As she touched it, an electric thrill went through her body, and a moan escaped her mouth, through the fingers she was sucking. 

She rubbed the clitoris more insistently now, building up a rhythm, moving it about, clenching her eyes against the exquisite pleasure. Between the finger in her sex, and the thumb manipulating her clitoris, she was rapidly approaching her climax. Wave after wave of pleasure washed up, but refused to break over. It would radiate out, but stop just short of orgasm. Feeling it so close, yet denied her, she worked feverishly upon herself. She inserted another finger, and then another, until she had three of them plunging in and out of her. She was being driven to the point of frenzy, writhing on the bed, bucking her hips, moving her body so that the intruders penetrated her deeper, more fully. And it began to work. The waves of pleasure beat against the dam, crashing furiously, breaking it down, breaking it down, breaking...

Messalina sat bolt upright, her eyes opened hugely, as a scream of excruciating pain tore itself from her throat. She bellowed like a wounded beast, and then looked down between her open legs, where blood poured forth. She tried to staunch the flow, but it just gushed out over her hands, staining her thighs, the bed, everything below her. She wept and screamed, agony like a fire consuming her mind. And then, she collapsed, and was dead.

Mila withdrew the knife from between the doll's legs, wiped the blood off on the doll's forehead, and then returned the blade to the sheath within her robes. Mila walked over and spat upon the lifeless body of her mistress, casting the doll into the pool of blood that spilled out from her. Then, just as quietly as she had slipped into her mistress' chamber, she left.

Revenge



Sally was sitting at a table sipping a strong mixed drink. This was her fourth and she was starting to feel it. She was getting a real buzz on.

She was here for revenge. She was here to get drunk and get laid.

Sally was pissed at her husband of two years because he had gone fishing and forgotten her birthday. He had said last month that he was planning something special for her, but evidently forgot.

Damn fish get more fuckin attention than I do she thought. "And probably more fuckin too." She said out loud to herself.

"What? What did you say? Came a voice from the next table. "Were you saying something to me?"

Sally looked to the voice and saw a pleasant looking guy sitting there with a nice big smile on his face. Rugged and handsome.

"Nothing really, I was talking to myself. Sorry I disturbed you."

"Nothing a pretty lady like you did could ever disturb me." He said.

"Would you like to dance?" He asked. "I promise I won't bite you, at least not too hard."

"Why not." She said, and rose to meet him as he led her to the dance floor.

He held her lightly in his arms as the band played a slow dance number and they moved around the floor.

He introduced himself as Lou, saying this was the first time in this club. He lived in a neighboring town and yes he was married but his wife was away for a few days visiting a school friend.

Sally told him that her husband was out fuckin fishin and hoped he would fuckin drown with the fuckin fish.

As they danced Sally could feel the hard outline of his cock in his pants and rubbed her lower belly to it. She was slightly looped, still pissed at Tom, her husband. She was also getting horney, his prick felt nice against her and she wondered how it would feel deep inside her. 

During the next dance he moved his hand up between them, feeling her tit. So she reached for him. His hard cock felt good through the material but she would rather feel it bare in her hand.

They danced a few more times, both feeling high and hot, ready for some action.

"Lets go to my place." She said. "Follow me in your car."

On the short drive home Sally wondered if she had goofed by inviting him home but it's too late now and no one else will ever know.

Parking both cars in back, she took his hand and led him into her darkened house. "No lights yet, wait till we're in the bed room."

A small lamp glowed in the corner, just enough to see by.

Turning to each other they kissed for the first time and started undressing. Leaving a pile of clothes on the floor they climbed on the bed. Kissing and rubbing hands around each other, searching for the areas that were interesting to them.

Sally reached for Lou's cock. Yes it did feel as good bare as she had hoped. Hot and firm, a solid piece of meat for her to enjoy. I will enjoy she thought, fix that fuckin man of mine. A little revenge goes a long way.

Holding the hard cock in her hand she turned and placed her lips around it. With just the head in her mouth she used her tongue to bathe it, licking around the dome and tasting the flavor of Lou's prick. A few moments of this and then sucking the shaft deeper and deeper until she had him touching the back of her throat.

Twisting around Lou lowered his mouth to Sally's wet pussy as she spread wide her legs to welcome him. She liked being eaten but her husband didn't do her often enough. Wait till he hears about this, the bastard she thought. No that's a mistake,--he can't find out. NEVER.

Oh, oh, this felt good, he eats pussy nice. She was ready to be fucked though and pulling away told him so. Turning over she took hold of Lou's nice cock and guided him to the entrance of her cunt. Oh, this feels better she told him as his hard cock slid easy into her wet pussy. Sally thrust up her ass to greet him as he started to fuck her.

Lou fucked her slow and easy for a while, thrusting deep, giving her the full length of his cock. Changing pace, speeding up, then he slowed. Twisting his hips as he fucked. Talking dirty to her most of the time and saying how good it felt, that she was a good fuck. That he liked fucking her sweet pussy. Giving her one of the best fucks in a long time.

Sally climaxed several times before Lou thrust deep as possible and shivered, shooting his hot cum to her. 

"Wonderful." She told him. "I needed that, I wanted a good loving for my birthday and you gave me one. 

"That reminds me, may I use your phone for an important call?"

"After the fuck you just gave me! You can do anything you want." She said. "If you will do me like that again?"

As he reached for the phone she reached for his cock. And as he dialed she started sucking his dick to get it hard again, ready for more fucking.

"Yea, every thing went fine." She heard Lou say. "Yes she's right here and she's sucking my prick right now." He replied, then handing the phone to her, said. "It's for you!"

"What? Who? What's going on? Who's on the phone? Who are you talking to?" Sally asked.

"Surprise! It's your birthday and you just got laid." Said Lou.

"Hi honey, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!" Tom's voice said from the phone. "I hope you had a good time with your present? 

"Tom! Where are you and what's going on? 

"I wanted to get you something a bit different for your birthday. Something I guessed you would really enjoy. 

"I guess you did, you shit, and I did." Sally said. "Where did you get this idea and how could you know it would work." 

"Well you know those dirty books and movies we enjoy once in a while and we play games after?"

"Yes, we pretend that we're strangers fucking or we were at an orgy and having fun." She said. "I know we sometimes talked about really doing something like that but."

"Lou and his wife had a couple over for her birthday and they got hi, switched partners and had a small orgy. He told me and I thought you might like a different cock for real?" Tom then asked. "Did he fuck you good? Would you like more?"

"YES! To both. Where are you now? I thought the camp didn't have a telephone?"

"I'm at Lou's with Jane, his wife, fucking her, when he called to let us know that you got your fucking present. See you in the morning, enjoy. I love you!" He hung up the phone.

Lou was laughing as he took her in his arms. "Happy birthday. Now do you want the rest of your present?"

"GIVE IT TO ME." Sally said as she laid back and opened her legs wide and reached for his cock.

"REVENGE IS SWEET." 

* FINI *



Revenge



How much more could I take? How much more should I be expected to put up with? The time had come. I was ready to pay that that lying, complaining, sexless bitch I had been married to for 20 years. It was time for revenge.

It was so different when we first met. She seemed so perfect for me. She loved my friends and they loved her. She’d hang with us, drink beer, and watch sports. And the sex, my God the sex was wonderful. She’d blow me anytime I wanted. She’d let me watch porno movies while she did it. Incredible! And we’d have the wildess, longest sex sessions. Hours and hours of hot sucking and fucking.

She seemed like the perfect woman to me.

But there is and old joke about finding the cure for nymphomania. It is WEDDING CAKE!

God, it started the week after we were married. Suddenly she was too tired for sex. Then the complaining. First about my friends, they became losers. Then about me watching the game on Sunday. She had chores she wanted done. Well I had a cock that needed sucking!

There is another joke about women. They have to bitch or they’d blow up! Well there was no chance of that happening to my wife. If she was awake, she was bitching.

Ten years and two kids came and went and the bitching never stopped. The woman worked and bitched about wanting to be a stay at home mother. So I worked harder and she began to stay home and be mom. But then she bitched about that. 

God, will she ever be happy?

Then the fateful event 10 years ago. I had the idea something was up. She was visiting her parents and she mentioned running into an old friend while there. They had had just dinner and drinks, but something didn’t quite ring true. So I checked up on her.

A trip to Radio Shack and a special phone hookup and I could hear her phone calls on tape. The first week nothing. Then the fateful call from her “friend”. I listened as they spoke of their nights of passion. Of wild ass sex my wife used to do for me, but no longer. Of her desire to see him again and be “naughty”.

I was beside myself listening to those tapes. What should I do? I decided to confront her. I did not tell her about the tapes, just asked her several times about him. At first denying it, she finally admitted to one time when she was drunk. She said she was sorry and she could barely remember it. She said nothing really happened and he had trouble getting hard. She asked for forgiveness.

From listening to the tape, I knew that was bullshit. I was ready to divorce her, but she insisted on counseling. Meanwhile I kept listening, gathering more information.

I went and saw a lawyer when it became apparent she was going to see him again without telling me. Man, what a surprise! I have to pay her what? She fucks around and I lose my home and over 1/3 of my income for the next 10 years? How could that be fair? I saw two lawyers and got the same answer. Men get fucked in divorce.

So I thought and thought. I was not making enough money to afford a home on my own, plus pay for our old one. I’d be in an apartment, eating mac and cheese, while she lived in my house, eating steak on what I was paying her.

So I got a plan.

First I demanded she never talk to him again. That one took a while. He kept calling when I wasn’t around trying to bed her again. But after I busted her by looking at the phone records, she finally did say bye. Then we got into counseling. We went many times and I pretended to want to work it out, but I did not.

I was waiting.

In ten years, the kids would both be out of the house and school. I would still have to pay her half of what I had, but I made plans to hide as much as I could. I keep all the finances, so it was easy. I got a safety deposit box and began to hide the money. Each raise I under told her about, pocketing the difference. I figured to accumulate a nice nest egg in 10 years.

And I was nice to her. Underneath my breath, I called her a cocksucking bitch whore. But I smiled and was a wonderful husband. She said she loved me more than ever, and loved what I had become.

Stupid fucking bitch!

And fuck around? God, I did it as often as I could. I travel a bit and am fairly good looking. It wasn’t hard to find company. I slept with close to 20 women in the past 10 years. I just kept counting down the days.

I was going to bust her heart on our 20th anniversary.

But then something happened around year 18. I was getting into surfing and visiting chat rooms, when I met some guy bitching about his wife. I was in a chat room with people from my town, so I knew he was local. We began to talk and found we shared similar lives. His wife was a bitchy sexless cunt too. I’d made a friend. We met and chatted regularly.

Pretty soon there were 6 of us. We’d get online and create our own room and meet to share horror stories. It was getting kind of fun. None of them knew my real name, so I told them my plan and they all thought it was great.

Then one night I was talking with my one buddy, complaining about my wife’s lack of sex drive. I told him about one night when we were dating, she let me tie her up and mock rape her. I had a ball doing that and I told him I should do it one last time for old times sake before I dumped her.

Then he typed back. “Let me do it.” And a great idea was born.

Soon our other buddies were in the room and we were chatting about the subject. At first kidding, then it suddenly got serious and we were talking about them all doing it for real. We talked for hours, different scenarios, and when I got offline, I found myself incredibly aroused. I masturbated imagining my bitch wife being tied up and taken by man after man.

Could I really do that for real?

Nothing was said the next few chat sessions, and then my first buddy brought it up. Soon we were all discussing it again. Again, I found it very arousing, but wondered about making it real.

Over the next year we talked of it frequently. I was now 6 months from my 20th. Did I really want to do this? I finally decided to see if I could pull it off. I told the guys we should all meet face to face.

We picked a local bar and I was there first, waiting nervously. One by one they walked in and we went back to a corner booth. It was nice to see them all face to face. It’s funny. It’s easy to talk on a computer, but face-to-face is harder. We went quite a bit before we brought it up.

I looked around the table at my five buddies. Rick was the youngest at 23. He was white, about 6 feet tall and weighed around 180 pounds. Mike my first buddy was next at 25. He was white, a bit shorter that Rick, but build very solid, going maybe 200 pounds. Lee was 29. He was short, maybe 5’6” and thin at 140. Hector was 30, and a slightly chubby Hispanic who was over 6 foot and 250 pounds. The last was James. James was black as the night and a large man. He was 32, and was well over 6 foot tall and was a muscular 250 pounds or more.

At first, I thought there would be no way we’d actually do this. But the more we talked, the more real it became. The more beer we drank, the wilder we began to talk. I left the bar that night extremely horny. Of course the wife would have none of that when I got home, so I spent a restless night until I went in the bathroom and jerked off.

We began to meet on the same night week after week. The more we talked, the more we planned. We also decided that when the moment was right, we’d do it to each other’s wife. We had an exclusive club and we promised to take care of one another. Two weeks before my 20th anniversary, we had the plan done.

My wife and I would go out to dinner. I’d make sure she’d drink a bit, plus I would put one of her Xanax pills in her cocktail when I could, to relax her even more. The boys would let themselves in using the alarm code I gave them. They would be waiting for us when we got home.

One the fateful night, I was so excited I could no bare it. But I had to wait until 11PM before I brought her home. We had dinner and drinks and she was feeling things a bit as we drove to our home. I could not wait to get inside.

Once inside it was set up. My wife always went into change, and I would get something out of the kitchen and then come to the bedroom. They were waiting for her in there wearing all black and ski masks.

I waited a minute or so then I entered the room, my heart racing. The light was off, so I turned it on. Even though I knew what was going on, I was startled by the scene of my wife being held by two men. Then suddenly I was grabbed from behind, a gun held to my head.

“Say a word and you’re both dead asshole.” Said the voice I recognized as my bud Mike.

Suddenly two more men appeared from the bathroom. I looked at my wife and her eyes were full of fear. A large gloved hand covered her mouth.

“Put your hands behind your back.” Said Mike again. I felt handcuffs secured to my wrists as he said. “So you won’t be a hero. Then a gag was tied into my mouth and I was pushed into a chair in our bedroom.

I kept looking at my wife. Inside smiling, but outside showing fear. My friend looked at her and then pointed the gun at my head.

“Disobey me once, and I’ll blow his brains all over the room. Understand?” Said my buddy.

My wife nodded, her eyes full of fear.

“Strip of your clothes bitch. We’re going to party right in front of your old man.” Said my buddy.

My wife hesitated for a second and I heard my friend cock his pistol. The one I knew was unloaded. My wife screamed into the gloved hand.

“Please. I’ll do what you say. Just don’t hurt my husband.” She said sobbing.

“Whore, fucking whore. Stripping in front of your old man, so we can all fuck you.” Said my buddy again. I wanted her humiliated. As humiliated as I was 10 years ago listening to how she had fucked her old friend. Mike knew what I wanted.

The men holding her released my wife. She began to sob as she stripped off her clothes.

“Please take my husband out of here. I don’t want him to see this.” She begged.

“All right.” Said Mike. “Take him out of here.”

We had planned for this. I was pulled up from the chair and pulled out of the room by James. I turned and looked at my frightened wife. I tried to look concerned, but I wasn’t. This is what I wanted. James turned and closed the door. James then smiled at me as he undid the handcuffs and my gag.

Back in the room, Mike was holding the gun to my wife’s head, telling her to strip. She started slowly, sobbing the entire time. First her dress. Then her pantyhose. Then her bra and panties. She held her hands up to cover herself, but they were quickly pulled down.

“Pretty good for an old whore. You like to fuck whore?” Said Mike.

“Not you. I love my husband.” Said my wife quietly.

“Turn around cunt.” Said Mike.

As she did, Mike pulled out a tight blindfold. One that would not slip, and would protect them, so they could remove their masks. She was pushed roughly on the bed as the boys stripped off their clothes. 

The boys and I had been to the store and purchased the necessary equipment to tie her to the bed. The cuffs were padded and strong Velcro straps to secure her to the four posts of our bed. They grabbed her arms arm legs and secured her ass facing up as I asked.

“Please don’t do this. Please!” She began to beg as she was tied down. The boys just snickered and continued on

James walked up to the door and opened it quietly. He looked into the room and turned to me and smiled. He whispered, “The party is starting, c’mon. Just be quiet as hell.”

We crept into the room and I saw my wife, nude, laying on her stomach on our bed, her legs and arms tied to the posts of our bed. She had a blindfold over her eyes, so I was safe. She heard the door close and called out.

“Is my husband OK?” She asked.

“He’s just fine babe. Now let’s party.” Said James as he stripped of his clothes.

I looked at Mike, and he already had out the video camera taping the whole event. He smiled and gave me a thumbs up. I pointed at Lee. He was picked to go first. I wanted her totally fucked and totally humiliated by the time this night was over.

I went to the bathroom and handed Lee the bottle of baby oil. The same one my wife used to lube her pussy when she would occasionally fuck me. It was to be used for the same purpose tonight. Mike handed the camera to me and I began to film the action.

Lee climbed on the bed and slapped my wife’s ass hard.

“Lift it up bitch. Lift it up so I can fuck you good.” Lee commanded.

My wife began to sob and beg.

“Please, please don’t do this.” She began to beg over and over again.

Lee slapped her ass hard again and then grabbed her hips and lifted. She squealed as he slapped her and began to sob deeper. Lee squirted the oil onto her ass crack and let it drip down to her pussy. Then he squirted some oil on his hard cock and stroked it.

“I’m going to fuck you good whore. Fuck you real good.” He said as he massaged the oil into her pussy.

“No no no. Please don’t!” She begged sobbing again as she struggled against the ties holding her.

Lee pushed his cock against her pussy and then her asshole, like he was trying to choose.

“Your choice cunt. Your ass or your pussy?” He asked.

All he got for a reply was a sob.

“Ok, I pick then. Your ass!” As he pushed the head against her asshole.

My wife screamed and tried to get away, but was grabbed and held by the other men. “No please! Don’t do that. No please!” She begged. My wife hated anal sex. We had tried it once years ago. She said it was the most uncomfortable, painful thing she’d ever tried. I knew just the threat of it would have her begging for mercy.

“Then beg me to fuck your pussy, you married whore. Beg me and I fuck you there.” Lee told her.

My wife sobbed and said something we could understand between the sobs. Lee slapped her ass hard and pushed his cock around the outside of her asshole.

“Beg me now you cunt. Or I am shoving this in your ass right now!” He commanded.

God, don’t make me. Please!” She sobbed over and over.

“Ok whore, here it comes.” As he tried to push it slightly in.

My wife screamed. “No! No! Ok. Ok. I’ll do it. Please put it in my vagina!”

“Bullshit! Say fuck my pussy!” Commanded Lee as he slapped her ass again.

“Fuck my pussy.” She said sobbing.

“Say it again. And say please!” Commanded Lee as he slapped her ass again.

“Please fuck my pussy.” She said sobbing.

Lee shoved his cock entirely into my wife. She screamed as he did it. He grabbed her hips and fucked her hard and fast. I didn’t want this slow and easy. I wanted her rode hard and humiliated. I moved the camera around and did a close-up on her face. She had it pushed into the bed and turned to the side. Her expression showed her pain and humiliation.

Lee fucked her hard for 2 or 3 minutes and then announced he was getting close to cumming.

“Please don’t. Please don’t do that in me.” She sobbed.

“Either here or in your ass cunt! Your choice.” Said Lee. “Beg me to cum in your pussy slut”

My wife began to wail and then whispered. “Please cum in my pussy.”

Lee slapped her ass and said. “Louder!”

My wife wailed over and over again. “Please cum in my pussy. Please cum in my pussy.” I had a nice close-up of her face while she begged for Lee’s cum. This was so sweet.

Lee moaned and shoved hard as he shot his load deep into my wife. She screamed and threw her head from side to side as Lee pumped his cum into her. He pushed a few more times and then withdrew. He climbed off the bed and came over to me giving me the thumbs up sign. Rick was to be next.

I had chosen the men by size and cock size. Lee was the smallest, Rick and Mike were about my size. Hector was a couple of inches larger, and James was huge. I could not wait for her to be fucked by him.

Rick climbed behind my wife and lifted her ass up. He rubbed his cock up and down her slit, coating it with the oil and cum already there.

“Please no more. Please.” My wife began to beg as she sobbed.

Rick pointed his cock at her asshole and smiled at me.

“You get one chance cunt, to say the right thing, or this cock get shoved up your ass. What do you want whore? Asked Rick.

“Please fuck my pussy.” My wife sobbed, now totally submitting to the men.

Rick grabbed his cock and shoved it into my wife’s pussy. She screamed again and jumped against her restraints. Rick slammed her hard and fast and kept a good firm grip on her hips.

“You like this, don’t you whore?” Asked Rick.

“No, no, no I hate this.” Said my wife sobbing.

“Then why is your pussy so damn wet, you fucking cunt?” He demanded.

She said nothing as Rick kept pounding her harder and faster. Each thrust made the soft flesh of her ass bounce. I zoomed in on her face again which was contorted. Her mouth was open and she was gnashing her teeth as Rick pounded his cock into her.

“I’m getting close cunt. Beg for my cum. Beg for it you fucking whore or it goes in your ass.” Demanded Rick.

“Oh God. Please finish in me. Please!” She begged.

Rick slammed hard and deep and pumped his load into her. She squealed and her mouth opened in a large O as Rick emptied his cum into her. He pumped a few more times before withdrawing, slapping her ass as he did.

My wife did not move and lay their sobbing softly into the bed. Mike moved up behind her and rubbed his cock up and down her oozing slit.

“Please no more. I can’t take anymore. Please just leave. Leave us alone.” She begged

“Sorry cunt.” Said Mike as he rammed his cock home.

My wife squealed again as Mike began to fuck her hard. The third hard fuck she’d gotten in just 15 minutes.

“You want this over slut? Want us gone?” he asked.

“Yes.” She moaned quietly.

“Then ask for a cock for your mouth. Beg to suck a cock, you cocksucking whore. And we’ll finish earlier with you.” Said Mike.

She said nothing.

“Then I guess we’ll have to double fuck you in the ass and pussy at the same time. You want that cunt?” He demanded.

“No! I can’t do that. Please don’t!” She begged.

“Then ask for a cock for you mouth. Beg to suck cock while I fuck you.” He told her.

“Give me a cock for my mouth.” She said softly.

“Louder!” He said as he slapped her ass again.

She squealed and said in a loud voice. “Please give me a cock to suck. Please!”

Hector smiled and move onto the bed in from of her. His cock was long and dark. More cock than she’s ever had from me. He pushed it into her open mouth.

“Suck it cunt. Suck my big fat cock.” Hector told her.

Hector grabbed her head and began to pump into her mouth, fucking her face. Mike began to slam her even harder and harder. My wife was squealing and groaning and gagging as she was force fed Hectors big cock.

Mike suddenly announced he was going to cum. He pumped hard and deep and shot a huge load into her pussy. She screamed and moaned, her mouth full of Hectors cock. It was now James’s turn.

James got behind her and rubbed his huge black cock up and down her cum filled slit. It coated his cock with the sticky slippery mixture. He put his cock right at her opening and pushed slightly. My wife screamed as she felt James’s huge cock enter her.

I had been waiting for this moment all night. I signaled to the other men that it was time to rummage through the drawers, pull them out and flip them over. My wife had a vibrator she would let me use on rare occasions. On a few nights she’d let me rub it on her clit while I fucked her slowly. It always brought her to a nice orgasm. I wanted that. I wanted her to cum on James’s cock. I wanted her humiliation to be complete.

The men made noise as they opened the drawers of her dresser and spilled out the contents. Mike found the vibrator and brought it over to the bed.

“Look what we have her slut. You like vibrators?” He asked.

“MMMPPPPHHHH” Was all she could reply from her cock filled mouth.




Revenge



Mike turned it on and rubbed it on her face.

“I bet you’d like this rubbed on your pussy right now. Wouldn’t you whore?” He sneered.

“UUUUUHHHHHHMMMMMMM” Was all she could say.

James had begun to fuck my wife with a slow steady gently pace. Different from the other men. Hector had release her head.

James slapped her rear and told her. “C’mon cunt, move against us. Suck and fuck us at the same time.

My wife began to move slowly, back against James, and then forward, taking Hectors cock farther into her mouth. Both men just held their positions and smiled. I signaled for Mike to put the vibrator on her clit and he did.

My wife jumped as the buzzing vibrator caressed her clit. She tried to move away from it, but that only took James’s large black cock further inside her. Mike moved the vibrator and kept it on her clit. The more she moved, the more cock she took inside of her.

Suddenly Hector pulled away and stroked his cock just inches from her face.

“Here’s a present for you cunt.” As he stroked and then shot a huge load all over my wife’s face. I zoomed in with the camera, catching all the action. She tried to move away, but Hector grabbed her hair as he stroked his cum onto her face. I watched as it dripped onto the bed.

Now she only had James cock and the vibrator.

Mike kept caressing her clit with the buzzing tool as James slowly fucked her from behind. She was moving against him and pumping her ass up and down, it seemed at times trying to get away from the vibrator and other times taking more and more of James huge black cock into her.

She put her head down as James continued to fuck her slowly, putting more and more of his cock into her. Several times he stopped and I watched as she fucked back against him. She now had her face buried into the blanket, so I could not see her expression.

Mike began to rub her clit harder with the vibrator and I watched as she spread her legs wider for him, making it easy for him to move it. The whore was digging it!

I nodded to James and he grabbed my wife’s hips and began to fuck her harder and a bit faster. She began to moan and hump back against James and the vibrator. I could see her flexing her ass muscles as she fucked back against him, and the soft moans that were escaping her lips.

We could see an urgency building up in her, in both her movements, her breathing, and her moaning. She was getting close to cumming. Just what I wanted.

As her orgasm approached I signaled for Mike to pull the vibrator away and for James to stop fucking her. Her head flew up from the blanket and she yelled. “What?” As she fucked back against James.

“Getting close whore?” Asked Mike.

She said nothing as she continued to wiggle against James, encouraging him with her body movements to fuck her, but James held still.

“Tell me whore. And we’ll make you cum. Be silent and we’ll bring you to the brink 100 times, but never let you cum.” Sneered Mike.

He rubbed the vibrator on her clit as James pounded her hard for just a second. Her body jumped and she moaned deeply. Then they stopped.

“Tell me whore. Beg for me to make you cum. Tell me what a slut you are. And we’ll make you cum. TELL ME!” Yelled Mike. She refused.

I watched as they brought her to the brink again and again. She was fucked slowly while the vibrator was caressing her clit. I watched as she was actively fucking back against both. Then they would stop. It was driving her mad.

I looked as most of James’s cock was now going slowly in and out my wife. She was humping back against his cock while Mike teased her clit with the vibrator. Her mouth was now open and she moaned deeply on every stroke.

Mike asked her again and again. “Beg us and we’ll allow you to cum, you fucking cunt. Beg us.”

I saw sweat forming on her face and her face contorted as she would get close to orgasm, only to have it denied to her. Finally she submitted.

“Make me cum please.” She whispered.

“Louder!” Said Mike.

I zoomed in on her face as she opened her mouth and loudly said.

“God, make me cum please.” She began to beg.

“You want to cum?

“Yes.”

“Are you a fucking whore?

“Yes!”

“Are you a fucking cunt?”

“Yes!”

“Beg like the whore you are!”

My wife began to rant and thrash about as James began to fuck her hard and Mike placed the vibrator back on her clit. James grabbed her hips and began to fuck her in long, deep, hard strokes. His hands gripped her soft flesh of her hips and squeezed it as he began to build to his orgasm.

“God, fuck me. I’m your fucking whore. I’m your fucking cunt. Cum in me. Make me cum. I’m your slut. Use me!” She screamed.

James shoved deeply and she screamed as her body shook in orgasm. It was incredible. She kept repeating. “Oh my God! Oh my god!” Over and over again. I watched as her body shuddered unlike anything I had ever seen before. She tilted her head up and down, her mouth open, and a deep moan escaping her lips, as her orgasm went through her body. She finally lowered her head back onto the bed.

James moaned deeply as he dumped his load deep into her. He pumped and pumped until he was emptied into her. He pulled out and my wife lay there, her ass up in the air, cum oozing out of her. I took the camera and panned her entire body. She was sweaty and her pussy was still contracting as I zoomed in on it. It was still pulsating a minute after James withdrew from it.

I looked around at the other men. They were all getting hard again except for James.

Each of them had her one more time before they left. She passed out sometime before they were done with her and they left her tied to the bed, covered in cum. They got dressed and left. We agreed to get together and watch the tape later in the week.

I went into the bedroom a bit later. She was still passed out. I woke her up, explaining that they had left the keys to the handcuffs. That it had taken me some time to get free and get to her. She sobbed as I held her. She was a mess.

I asked her if she wanted to call the police and she said no. I had figured as much. She needed a bath and went and took one. She sobbed the rest of the night off and on. The next morning, I tried to talk to her about it. She would only say it was awful and she wanted to forget about it. 

The boys and I got together in a few days and watched the tape. It was hot and we watched it several times. Mike looked and said he loved it and maybe we’d have to do it again. James laughed and said maybe we should send her some parts of the tape. That’d blow her mind.

Who knows? Maybe we’d force her to play again with the guys.



Revenge



She lay staring at the ceiling, listening to the night around her. A fly buzzed on the window and she could hear the faint ticking of a clock, somewhere off in the distance. She tried thinking about other things but she couldn’t because she knew he would come, sometime through the darkness, stealing into her room and into her bed. She had found out his lust for her that evening when they had talked in the parlor. Without her husband, she was vulnerable to his thoughts and actions and she knew he was no one who talked lightly about something and didn’t do anything about it. He had gotten her up to the cabin on a false pretense and now she was trapped, not knowing what to do but knowing that he was going to do something to her, it was just a matter of time until he did.

She had heard the stories of his conquests from various people and especially from her sister, who had been involved with him, many years before. Not wanting to believe them, until that night, she hadn’t and now she was going to find out, just what type of man he was. She felt a little foolish, lying there, listening for him but at the same time, she wanted him in a strange way. Maybe, it was because of her sister but she wasn’t sure, exactly the reason she had let herself be talked into his ruse.

She suddenly, heard the floor outside her room creak and then the door opened. She shut her eyes and tried to breathe deeply but at the same time, she could feel the beating of her heart as it raced against her chest. The covers were pulled up around her neck so it was impossible to see if she was awake or asleep. She waited and listened.

He pulled the covers up and slid under them, wrapping himself around her prone body, his hardness rubbing against her back. She didn’t move as he reached around her, his rough hands on her breasts, squeezing them and pinching her nipples. Still not moving, she felt him press himself harder against her and his erection probed at her closed legs. The wet spot he created on the back of her nightgown was growing as he continued rubbing her breasts and nipples. She didn’t want to give in but at the same time, she wanted to know what he felt like, what it was like to have him inside her and what he would say was the real reason he had fooled her into coming up to his cabin. 

The thought of her husband ran fleeting through her mind as she started to feel good about his hands and what they were doing to her. Should she give in and let him do whatever he wanted or should she fight him? Would it do any good if she refused his advances? No man, other than her husband, had ever been between her legs. It was exciting to think that another man would want her as much as he seemed to but at the same time, it wasn’t right, that he could take her whenever and wherever he wanted. In a flash, she made up her mind.

She relaxed her body and opened her knees a little to give him access to her wet crack. She could feel him smile as he pressed his hardness further between her legs, rubbing it against her opening, briefly and then up to her clit. She was going to give in to him but on her own terms. He was going to have to work for what he wanted and she wasn’t going to let him realize his goal, readily. She moved back against him and pushed, ever so slightly, against his body, hearing a low moan come from him as she did.

His hands were now, exploring her stomach and hips, reaching for the spot he so much wanted. She didn’t open her legs any further though, making him force them if he was going to get between them and inside her. She almost smiled as she felt his frustration she was causing by making him work so hard. She could feel his breath against her back deepen as his hands pried her legs apart, plunging into her crack, running up and down her wetness, making her close her eyes in excitement.

He was kissing her now, moving down her back, his lips leaving a wet trail down her spine as he moved towards the bottom of the bed. She felt him spread her cheeks apart and a finger searched for her clit. Because of her arousal, he found it easily and started to rub it and pinch it between two fingers, making her want more. She felt his tongue move over her cheeks and between them, licking softly at her puckered hole then down further, pressing and licking his way to her saturated opening. She couldn’t help herself. She moaned softly as his tongue found her opening and plunged inside her, stretching as far into her as he could, licking and sucking her juices out of her. 

He smiled to himself, as he knew he had her. He had wanted her for a long time, even before she had married. He had always thought about her, not just as a conquest, but as a must have since he had lost her sister’s attention. Now, here she was, in bed with him and he planned to take full advantage of it and enjoy making her pay for her sister’s devious departure. He was going to do everything he could to try and keep her but he knew that this moment was the most important one. He had to make her want him and he smiled again as he dipped his tongue into her wetness. 

He flipped the edge of her nightgown up her thighs and spread her cheeks wider, leaning down until his eyes were even with her puckered hole. Which one should he use? Maybe both. He would make up his mind but at whose expense. His lips sucked on her juices that were flowing down from her open lips and he raised her ass up in the air, spreading her legs wider as he did. Now she was there for the taking. Should he be gentle or should he do what he wanted and that was fuck her as hard and fast as he could, more than once, he hoped. Seeing her inviting holes open to him, he made a quick decision and moved up and mounted her, thrusting into her cunt with a savage fury, thrusting in and out of her as she softly moaned under him.

He had decided that taking her roughly would make her want him more and as he continued fucking her cunt with savage and frenzied thrusts, his mind was a blur. 

Her heat and wetness overwhelmed him and he took a deep breath. He had had many women but never one so cold to him and so aloof. He was going to enjoy this and he concentrated on fucking her, even as she still didn’t move, other than from the hard thrusts of his that made her body move up and down on the bed. After a few more thrusts, he pulled out of her and turned her onto her stomach, instantly probing her ass hole with his head. She seemed to want him in her ass so he plunged into her fully in one enormous thrust, his balls slapping against her skin as he felt his head against the end of her canal. 

His thickness spread her open, open more than anyone had ever done. Compared to her husband, he was a giant and she wanted him all the more. She wanted him to fuck her ass as hard as he could so she could feel his thickness, his hardness and above all, his wetness explode inside her, filling her canal with it grotesque grayness. She pushed her ass back against his thrusts and moaned as he continued pounding his hard, thick cock, in and out of her ass hole as if it was a melting pot of juices. He grunted every time his head hit the end of her canal and she felt his cock start to twitch. She knew he was close but before he exploded inside her, he pulled out of her and quickly moved back, turning her over onto her back and straddling her chest, his hard cock, pointing at her mouth, a dribble of come between the skin of his slit. She watched as he thrust his hips towards her face and felt his cock slap across her lips. She wanted to open them but again, he would have to find a way to get her to do it without having to force it. 

She knew what he wanted but she wasn’t going to do something she had only done a few times before. He wanted her to suck his cock until he exploded into her oral cavity, sending his load of hot come, streaming down her throat and into her stomach. She looked up at him for the first time and saw the furrows of frustration on his forehead. His eyes were steely and cold as he thrust against her lips again, trying to pry them apart. His determination was very evident but so was hers and she didn’t let him enter her mouth, holding her lips firmly closed as he left a smear of come across them. 

She wanted, desperately, to taste him but she knew, as soon as she gave him an indication that she was willing, he would take full advantage of it so she kept her lips locked shut. He tried again. This time he used his hand to open her lips, and his hard, thick cock was inside her mouth, hitting the back of her throat, making her gag, as he started to move in and out of her, wanting to empty his balls down her throat. She let him keep pumping into her and felt his cock twitch again just as it started spewing his come into her. She swallowed as fast as she could but some of it escaped and ran down her chin, pooling on her neck. He grunted loudly when he came and held his cock deep inside her, his balls twitching over and over again as he spewed his seed into her.

She thought about biting down on him but she was now afraid of what he might do after all of this. He pulled his still, hard cock from her mouth and he smiled down at her, not saying a word but moving back down her body and between her legs. He raised them up to his shoulders and plunged into her again, thrusting over and over, in and out of her, mashing their groins together in a hideous sound. She groaned when he came for the second time deep inside her cunt, sending wave after wave of hot, slimy fluid into her.

Was he finished? She marveled at his ability to stay hard after coming in her mouth and now he was pulling his spent cock out of her cunt, leaving a strand of come, trailing down her crack and across her wide open ass hole.

She had never been fucked so hard or so fast. He had her completely. She wanted more but didn’t want to let him see her lust for his hard cock, for the feeling of it pounding her holes and his balls emptying themselves into her depths. There would be another time perhaps. She wondered as she watched him leave her bed and then the door closed, the floor creaked outside it again as he left her for the night.

In the morning, she was at the kitchen counter when he entered. Not looking at him, she didn’t see that he was hard and his erection swayed when he walked. He came up behind her and pushed her forward, bending her hips across the table and thrust into her, filling her cunt with his huge size again. He started fucking her with long, slow thrusts, their skin making that same hideous noise from the night before as he pounded in and out of her wet cunt, throwing her body almost across the table every time he thrust fully into her. He ravaged her as hard as he could and he wanted her to feel him come inside her again, his seed spewing up into her, filling her canal, surrounding his cock with it’s wetness.

He grunted when he came and held himself against her skin, his cock twitching and spurting his come into her over and over again, spilling out along his cock and running down her thighs. She groaned softly when she felt him explode inside her and pushed back, wanting all of him in her, all his come filling her cunt with it’s slimy composition. He finished and slowly pulled out of her, allowing her to stand up. She didn’t move as he moved away from her. She didn’t want to look at him just yet. She wanted to wait and see if he was going to try something else. He moved back towards her and again, pushed her over the table, lifting her gown over her hips and thrusting against her ass hole, entering her in a full thrust, his head hitting the end of her canal, making her groan and wince at the same time. The angle he was thrusting from was painful and she wanted him to stop but he didn’t, pounding her puckered hole was the same fast and furious thrusts he had used the night before.

For the first time in all their fucking, he spoke.

“Fuck, I love your ass. It’s so tight. I love the feel of it around my cock.”

She grinned to herself as he continued fucking her ass hole, thrusting in and out of her slowly and steadily. Soon, she felt his cock twitch and his come spewing up into her again and again. She wanted to make sure he knew she was enjoying being fucked but at the same time, she wanted him to understand that he was only getting her because she wanted it and not because of him. She didn’t make a sound as his cock slid out of her, leaving a come, smeared mess on her, running down her legs to her cunt. She stood up and without turning around, slowly walked out of the kitchen and up to the bathroom.

She didn’t close the door as she opened the shower stall and turned the water on. As she stepped into the hot, streaming water, she felt his hand on her again, his hard cock rubbing against her skin as he got in with her. He didn’t give her time to do anything but bend over, and again, he entered her ass, thrusting fast and furiously, in and out of her. This time, she couldn’t help herself. She groaned loudly from the pleasure of his hard cock inside her ass and he sped up his thrusts, pushing her against the wall over and over again until he came inside her. She groaned again and pushed back against him as he held himself inside her, emptying his balls, deep inside her anal canal. He pulled out and she felt his come start down her legs again.

Quickly, she turned around and looked him straight in the eyes. Without a word, she smiled at him and he looked shocked. This was the first time since he had taken her the night before, she had shown anything towards him and he wasn't prepared for it. She turned into the water and started to wash herself, dismissing him abruptly. He stepped out of the shower and watched her through the glass, washing herself, dipping fingers between her legs and over her ass, washing him, off her body. He grinned to himself and wondered if she was going to stay or leave.

She had already made up her mind and as she stepped from the shower, she grabbed the nearest towel and wrapped it around herself. Walking past him, she gave him a look, a look of satisfaction, which he took to her wanting more but she didn’t. He watched her disappear into the bedroom and soon she was dressed, with bags packed and heading out the door. She stopped and looked back at him. Without a word, she walked back inside and right up to him, as he stood, leaning against the doorjamb. She reached out and gave his crotch a squeeze as if to say thank you and then turned, walking out the door and into her car. 

He watched her car disappear from his view and smiled to himself as he closed the door. Would she come back if he asked her? As she was driving, she could feel wetness starting to gather in her crack. She wiggled her ass against the seat and moaned, not taking her eyes off the road. She would never forget the feeling of him inside her and maybe, just maybe, she would come back but for now, she felt she had made her point. She had let him do whatever he wanted to her but the next time, it would be her that took control and he would have to please her, only the way she wanted him to and not how he wanted. She smiled as she continued wiggling her ass against the seat and her wetness grew, soaking through her panties.

That night, she told her husband all about the night she had just spent up at his cabin. As he mounted her, pushing his hardness into her, making her groan, a vision came to her mind, as her husband fucked her from behind, thrusting long and slow, in and out of her. Maybe, she would have to call her sister. 

Revenge could be sweet if one took the time to plan it out. Now that she had been with him, she wanted to go back, but this time, she wouldn’t be alone.



Revenge



I have always had an alright life. I was married, it wasn’t anything spectacular, my husband and I had been married for 10 years and we’d become more like people just having to co-exist with one another instead of the wild lovers we were when first married. I had no children, a problem with me had caused that, and because of this I threw myself in my work to make up for a lack of a family. My job was good, and today while leaving the house I felt excited. Today was my review, and with this review I should be getting a promotion that was promised to me six months ago when the position opened. 

I pulled up in the parking lot of work, and checked myself quickly. I had my brown hair pulled back, with just a few strands of my bangs hanging over my eyes. My make-up still looked good, my eye-liner and eye-shadow bringing out my green eyes. My lip-stick bringing out the fullness of my lips and shape of my mouth. I smiled at myself satisfied with the way my face looked. 

I walked into the office, and went to my desk, sorting papers that needed to be looked at today, and ones that were ready to go out. About half way through my morning my boss called me into the office. This was it, I thought, the day that I’d manage over my department instead of just working in it. 

I greeted him with a smile and a firm hand shake.

“Please sit, Candice.”

I tucked my skirt under me and sat in the chair facing his desk. I crossed my legs and fixed my skirt so it hung below my knee. My boss gave me a hard look, but soon it softened into a smile.

“How are you this morning?”

“Just fine, Sir.”

“That’s good.”

I heard his office door open and looked back to see who it was. I didn’t know the man standing in the doorway.

“Oh, hi Ron. Please sit.”

I looked at my boss puzzled as to why this man was sitting in on my review.

“Candice this is Ron, Ron Candice.”

I shook his hand and then looked at my boss.

“I don’t understand Sir.”

He cleared his throat and shuffled some papers that sat on his desk. He looked back up at me with a sorrowful look on his face.

“Well, Candice, Ron here is going to be the new head of your department.”

I felt hot tears of anger fill my eyes.

“But Sir, I was promised that position six months ago.”

“I know. Hey look it’s not my fault. I was pressured by my boss to hire him. He has the qualifications to run the department.”

“Yeah but so do I.”

“I know. It’s out of my hands. I’m sorry.” 

“It’s because he’s a man isn’t it?”

I saw his eyes widened. No boss wants to ever hear that a woman thinks she’s been denied for a position on the sole status of her sex. They don’t want lawsuits on their hands.

“No, no. That’s not it at all.”

“Then what is it?”

“Look my boss just thought that Ron was more qualified. And look you’re not totally out of the deal. You will be supervisor of the department.”

“How could Ron be more qualified? He just walked in here off the streets. I have all the degrees needed for this job, plus I’ve been with this company for 15 years. I know how it works. So how is it that Ron is more qualified than me?”

“He’s done the same type of work, just for another company, and for longer than you have. Look, I can’t explain the thinking behind Jim. I just relay his messages. And that was it. Ron will become manager and you supervisor. You’ll be receiving a raise, and now be able to be a shareholder.”

“It’s not as much money as Ron’s getting.”

“No, but close.”

I looked over at this Ron person. I could see how uncomfortable he was as I fought for the position that I’d been promised. I sighed deeply and turned to him.

“Ron, I’m sorry you had to witness this, but it was supposed to be my position. You can understand right?”

“I do.”

“Good. I’ll take the supervisor position. But know that I’m not happy with it.”

“I know you aren’t Candice. Maybe in a few months we’ll have something opened in management.”

“Yeah I’m not falling for that again.”

I stormed out of my boss’s office and went back to my desk. I shuffled through papers and contracts but my mind couldn’t focus. Around lunch time my boss came over to me. 

“You can move your things over to your new office. Leave all this paper for the person taking this position. After lunch you can fill her in on all she needs to do.”

I just nodded and got up to put my things in a box and take them over to my new office. 

“I know you’re mad Candice. And I apologize again.”

“It’s alright.”

My boss patted me on the shoulder, and walked away. I gathered my things and walked across the office to my seat. When I opened the door I saw that Ron and I would be sharing space.

“Oh, didn’t know I’d be getting a roommate.”

“Well, I could have taken my own office, but decided that since you and I would be making a lot of the same decisions that it would be better if we shared an office.” 

I nodded and began to unpack the things that I had taken from my old desk. 

“I know you’re not happy about all this, and I understand why. But please can you and I get off on the right foot. We’ll be with each other for a long time, and I don’t want this to get in the way of decisions that will be critical later on.”

He was right, I was acting pretty immature. I looked over at him and smiled.

“Let’s start all over then.” I walked over to his desk and stuck out my hand, “Hi I’m Candice.”

He smiled and took my hand, “Hello Candice I’m Ron.”

“Pleasure to meet you Ron.”

“The pleasure is all mine Candice.”

I laughed.

“See that was much better now wasn’t it?”

“Yes, it was.”

“Are you hungry? Want to have lunch with me?”

“I usually work through my lunch break.”

“Well, it doesn’t look like you have much work right now. And I want to get to know my new counterpart.”

“I’m a counterpart now?”

“Look, I’m thinking that though I have power over you,” He gave a wicked smile that made me blush, “that there is no reason for you not to share in all the pleasures of managing this place with me. Besides you are the supervisor, we’ll have to make a lot of decisions together.”

“Yeah, okay.”

“Yeah okay to managing this place together, or to going to lunch.”

“Both.”

“Great let’s go.”

I grabbed my purse and followed him out the door. He took me to a Mexican restaurant not far from work and there we talked a little about the job but more about our personal lives. I found that he was easy to talk to and as I talked with him I noticed that I was attracted to him too. He was very professional in his look, keeping his dark hair brushed back, not a strand out of place. His brown eyes were softened with little laugh lines around them, his eyes were always moving, taking in all that was around him, and documenting it in his mind. He had a nice smile, and a wonderful deep voice that I could listen to all day. I shook myself, this isn’t professional, I thought. I’m having lunch with my boss; I shouldn’t be looking at him this way. I’m married for god’s sake. 

We got back to the office and finished the day. When I got home my husband asked me how the promotion went. I told him everything, and realized that I was still quit angry about it. My husband consoled me for a while but then lost interest in it and started watching a program on TV.  Months went by and Ron and I worked together very well. We both agreed on everything, and we worked hard to make the department that we headed better than it had ever been. One day as we worked on a proposal our boss came in.

“Hi guys.”

“Hello.”

“Hey, we have a deal going up in New York and we need you both to go there and secure it for us.”

Ron seemed happy to be able to travel, “When do we leave?”

“Tomorrow morning. I have your tickets here and the reservation for the hotel.”

I looked up, “two rooms right?”

“Ummm…not exactly. More like two beds.”

”What?”

“It was short notice. We couldn’t book two rooms.”

“Candice, it’ll be alright. We share an office; we can share a hotel room for the night.”

“Umm…more like a week.”

“We’re going to be gone for a week?” I said my eyes growing wide.

“Hey, you took the job, and you have to travel.”

“I know that.” 

“Well, then you guys are dismissed for the rest of the day to get your things together.” He handed us two packets.

Ron looked at him, “What’s this for?”

“It’s money. For food, transportation, and clothing.”

I looked at him confused. “Clothing?”

“Well, yes, we don’t want you guys going up there for this deal without good clothing.”

“What we wear here isn’t good enough?” I started to get angry.

“Oh no, its fine, just that we thought that you guys would enjoy buying some new clothing for the trip. If you don’t want to then spend the money on stuff up there.”

We both nodded, grabbed our things and left. Outside we both looked at each other. Ron smiled, “Well I guess I’ll see you bright and early tomorrow morning.”

“Yep.”

“Hey, don’t worry about sharing a room. I promise I’ll be a perfect gentlemen, if you want me too.” He said with a wink. I blushed, smiled, and walked quickly to my car. 

I didn’t go straight home. I went shopping. I bought three new business suits, some shoes to match, and a new nightgown. When shopping for the nightgown I had fought with myself. I couldn’t decide if I should buy pajamas that had pants to them or not. If I should buy a nightshirt and a robe to go over it or not. I yelled at myself for not being able to decide, and finally settled on a silk pair of pajamas with pants, and a robe. 

When I got home I put my things away and started making dinner. It would be a nice surprise for my husband. Usually, I didn’t get off work early enough to cook and he had always been wonderful in having dinner ready when I got home, most husbands would just wait and then make their wives cook. I had dinner, candles, and an arrangement of flowers on the table when he walked through the door. He looked at me surprised for a moment and then he began to smile. 

“What’s this?”

“I got off work early and decided that I should thank you for all the times you had dinner ready for me.”

“Well, this is wonderful.”

“Thank you.”

“You look troubled.”

“Oh it’s nothing really. I have to fly to New York tomorrow and stay for a week for work.”

He looked sad. “Is that it?”

“No. I have to go with my boss…”

“And…”

“We have to share a room.”

“Oh.”

“I’m sorry I have to leave so soon.”

“It’s okay. Does this room have two beds?”

“Of course it does.”

“Okay, then nothing to worry about.”

I looked at him confused. Did he think that I would go up there and cheat on him? I didn’t even want to ask. We were quiet through dinner and afterwards, while I cleaned up, he went and turned on the TV. 

After I was done putting the dishes in the washer I went into the living room and turned off the TV. “Can you not watch that thing tonight and just be with me?”

“I guess. What do you want to do?”

“You know.” I touched his leg lightly and he looked at me.

“Oh I see.” 

“Want to go upstairs?” 

“Sure.” 

He followed me to our bedroom. Once inside he came to me and kissed me passionately. I returned the kiss, hugging him to me tightly. He placed me on the bed and proceeded to take off my clothes and his. He climbed on top of me and started his kissing again. His lips trailed over my lips, down to my neck and shoulders. I moaned slightly, it had been a long time since we had made love. I felt his lips go down further and my body quivered as his lips touched my already erect nipples. I moaned as he took each one into his mouth, suckling them gently. He came back up and placed his lips on mine again, and I moaned into his mouth as I felt his manhood slip into me. He began to gently thrust his hips and I moved mine with his. He moaned and his movements became faster. My legs wrapped around his waist as I neared orgasm, I held him tightly to me as I was sent down the road of pure passion. I felt his cock grow inside of me and new he would be cumming soon. I welcomed his seed into me with another smaller orgasm. 

Once he was spent he kissed my lips again and rolled off of me. He took me in his arms and held me tightly as we both drifted off to sleep. 

The next morning I hurried around the house. I hadn’t packed the night before and now I was trying desperately to finish before the taxi arrived. I heard the taxi’s horn as I was closing my suitcase. My husband was still asleep; I kissed him gently on the cheek and left for the airport. 

When I arrived Ron was already there waiting to board the plane. We said our hello’s and had no time for small talk as we heard that our flight was boarding. We were quiet throughout the flight. He was busy looking over reports that we were to present at the meeting, and I read from a novel that I had brought with me. 

The plane landed and as we made our way through the busy airport to get our bags Ron held onto my hand. I felt a little uncomfortable but figured he was doing so because he didn’t want me to get lost in this place. I had never seen so many people in one place and was astounded by it. We found our bags, hailed a cab and went straight to the hotel. 

I was amazed as we entered our room. The company had spared no expense for us. Our room was in one of the highest ranked hotels in the city. Looking at it, it looked more like an apartment than a hotel room. It had a dining room, full kitchen, living room, den, and then the bedroom. The hotel room was bigger than my first apartment. I couldn’t believe it, the company had giving us this huge expensive place, but couldn’t find a cheaper hotel and two rooms. 

As I inspected the place I found that the living room had a couch that pulled out into a bed. I was relieved. Ron was in the den, still going over the reports and I called to him.

“Hey Ron.”

“Yeah?”

“Come here a sec.”

He came out of the office, his reading glasses pushed half-way down his nose. He looked over the top of them at me. 

“Look. The couch pulls out into a bed.”

“Oh wonderful. I was wondering how sleeping arrangements were going to go.”

“Yeah me too. Now we get to decide who gets the bedroom.”

“You should. You are the lady, and the lady should get the room.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, go ahead. It’s the gentleman thing to do.” He gave a wink.

“Well okay. But I’ll take the couch if you want.”

“I don’t want you to. But I do want you to come in here and help me with these reports. We have to start the presentation tomorrow.”

I sighed, I really wasn’t into working right now, but followed him into the office. 

After many hours of going over numbers we decided to break for dinner. The only thing I had to eat today was a bagel, I refused to eat the food on the plane, and I was starving. We went to the restaurant inside the hotel. We talked awhile about what we’d do tomorrow in the meeting, but slowly the conversation turned into personal matters. We sat there a long time, drinking glasses of wine. I felt myself become light headed as the wine hit my body, and after my fifth glass decided I couldn’t drink anymore. 

When we got back to the hotel we dressed for bed, and went over the numbers one more time. As we sat so close, I couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable. Ron kept taking glances at me that were less than professional. I decided that I needed to get a way from him. 

“I’m tired. I think I’ll head off to bed.”

“Okay. Hey can I tell you something.”

“What?”

“You look stunning in those pajamas. Even with everything covered.”

I blushed, “Thank you.” My voice was barely audible. 

I moved from behind the desk and headed for the door. He came up behind me quickly; I was shocked that he got to me so fast. He spun me around and kissed my lips. The kiss was so passionate that I couldn’t help but return it. I came back to my senses and broke the kiss.

“Good night Ron.”

“Good night.”

I walked to my room, my head down, my hands on my stomach. My heart beat so fast that I thought I was going to faint.  I laid down, tossing and turning; I couldn’t stop thinking about the kiss that Ron had given me. I touched my lips; I could still feel his on mine. I felt a heat coming from between my legs, and reached down. When I brought my hand up it was wet with my juices. I hadn’t been this wet for so long, but I shouldn’t have been. Just one kiss shouldn’t have made me feel this way; I took a deep breath, and decided to get some water.

As I got out of bed I hoped Ron was asleep. It was late and we had a big day tomorrow, so hopefully he had gone to bed. I walked into the kitchen and found a glass. I filled it, drank down the water, and headed back to bed.  I got to the living room and felt somebody take my hand. I jumped and pulled back. 

“Sorry didn’t mean to scare you.”

“You should be asleep.”

“I know but I couldn’t.”

“Yeah me neither.”

“So, what do you want to do?” His voice was soft.

“Try to go to sleep.”

“Oh.”

“Did you have something else in mind?”

“Yes.”

“What?”

He pulled hard on my arm and brought me close to him. I felt his lips on mine again, and my body melted to his. I had no thoughts then, I didn’t think of my husband or anything, just the way Ron’s body felt against mine. My arms went around his neck, and I felt his wrap around my waist. We kissed for a long time. Our tongues fighting with each other as our bodies grew hotter. I felt his hands go down to my butt and moaned when he began to caress it. I was in a different plain, one of the highest sexual plateaus that I had ever been in. I let him direct me, and he brought me to the bed.

I lay there watching him undress himself and me, I gave no fight, and my body wanted him too much to try to fight it. After he had us both naked he came and kneeled beside my head. He ran his cock across my lips, and I moaned again. I stuck my tongue out to taste him, and as I opened my mouth he shoved his cock deep into my throat. I had never been treated like this, all previous love making had been gentle but he took command, and without questions or light touches to arouse me more began to fuck me. 


I choked once as he thrust his cock into my mouth, but he didn’t seem to care, which only made me more horny. I moved my tongue around his cock as he fucked my face. I heard him moan as he pushed deeper and deeper into my mouth. I could feel my spit seeping from between my lips, and tried to wipe it away.

“No, no Candice. Don’t. You look beautiful with your spit running down your chin.”

I moaned again, and grabbed his hips as he began to fuck my mouth even harder. Right when I began to get the most comfortable with his cock shoved as far down my throat as possible he took it out. I whimpered and pouted a little. I heard him laugh.

“You liked that didn’t you Candice?”

“Yes.”

“Have you ever had your mouth fucked like that before?”

“No.”

“You did such a good job for someone who’d never had it done.”

“Thank you.”

He said nothing more as he moved down between my legs. He grabbed my legs and pulled my butt off the bed. At the same time he plunged his cock deep into my pussy. I gave a long load moan as I felt him invade my womanhood. He began to pump his dick into me with force that I had never felt before. I could hardly breath but it felt so good. I began to cum with in minutes. I heard him grunt and knew that it wouldn’t be long before he came too. I was surprised when he pulled out. I didn’t understand what he was doing for a minute, but I had no time for questions. I felt the first squirts of his seed hit my breasts. I looked at him and then down at my tits. I felt my pussy throb as he emptied himself on to my skin. I brought my hands up and rubbed his cum onto my tits, I liked the way it felt under my fingers. He smiled and watched for awhile. 

When I was done with my play I sat up. “Well, I should go clean up and go to sleep.”




Revenge



“Yeah big day tomorrow.”

“Yep.”

I said nothing more and headed for the bathroom. Once in bed I drifted off to sleep easily. 

The rest of the week was hectic. We were in meetings most all day, and then when we would get back to the hotel all we did was fuck. By the end of the week we needed a break. 

On the last day we were there we learned that we had closed the deal. All our work had paid off, and stress had lifted from our shoulders. We went to the hotel to pack our things so we could catch our flight back that night. I carried my suitcase to the door and as I turned around Ron stood right in front of me.

“So, we’re leaving tonight.” “Yeah, I know.”

“Are we going to keep up this thing when we get back?”

“I don’t know.”

“Please say yes.”

“I really don’t know.”

“Okay fine. I won’t push it.”

We said nothing more and went downstairs to wait for the cab. 

As we headed to the airport we were silent in the car. I looked out the window at all the sites that I didn’t get to see here. I felt Ron’s eyes on me, but I tried to ignore him. He wouldn’t let me. I felt his hand on my knee; it slowly began to rise up. I tried to stop him, slapping his hand, but he wouldn’t. I looked at the cab driver and he seemed oblivious to what Ron was doing. I felt his hand reach my pussy. I tried to clasp my legs together but it didn’t work. Soon, Ron was rubbing his fingers against my clit, and I was powerless. My hips thrust forward as he brought me to orgasm in the back of the cab. When he moved his hand I looked at him and smiled. He smiled wickedly back at me. 

We boarded the plane and flew home. I was glad that my husband was already asleep by the time I got there. I climbed into bed, but could only think about how Ron’s hand had felt on me.

The next day at work Ron and I made plans to meet. I knew I couldn’t stop the affair, and I really didn’t want to. After weeks of sneaking around to see Ron my husband began to ask questions.  I lied every time, saying that work was keeping me from coming home, and that soon it would die down, so that I could spend time with him. From the look on his face he didn’t buy it. 

It had been months since Ron and I began to see each other, and I thought things were going well. My husband stopped asking questions, and I figured he was just dealing with the fact that my work kept me from home. I was wrong.

As I sat at my desk a man walked into the office. 

“You must be Candice.”

“Yes.”

“Here.”

He handed me an envelope and walked out. I opened it, and inside were divorce papers. I was stunned. I read through them, the grounds for divorce, adultery. I felt my eyes swell with tears. Ron looked at me, “You okay?”

“No. I need to go.”

“Alright.”

I left work and headed home. My husband was waiting for me. I held the papers in my hand.

“What’s this?”

“I’m divorcing you.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re a lying bitch.”

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t act stupid. I know you’ve been seeing that boss of yours.”

“No I haven’t.” My heart was in my throat, and I was having a hard time talking.

“See, another lie.”

“You’re wrong.”

“Oh really.” He threw an envelope at me. I opened it and fell onto the couch.

Inside were pictures of me and Ron. All of them caught us in the act of fucking each other. I could say nothing. I just stared at the pictures. 

“I knew something was up when you came home from New York. I hired a P.I. and he found out what you were doing.”

I started crying, “I’m sorry. I never meant for it to happen.”

“Yeah right. It’s not going to work Candice. You violated your vows to me, and I will not put up with that. We are done, and you are over with.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’ll see. Now pack your things and get out of my house.” 

I knew arguing wasn’t going to help. I went upstairs packed my clothes and found a hotel. I had no feelings; I had never thought this would happen. 

When I got to work the next day, people avoided me. No one would talk with me, and everyone looked at me as though I was contagious. I got to my office and saw Ron.

“What’s up with everyone?”

He said nothing but brought up and e-mail that had been sent to everyone in the office. It was a picture of Ron and I. I gasped and started crying. I had no time to really think Ron and I were called into a meeting at that time. 

As I came into the conference room I saw all the heads of the company. They all looked at me in disgust. All I heard was, “You have broken the rules of this company. You’re fired. Pack your things.”

I didn’t even go back to the office. I went outside and sat on the curb. My life was ruined. My husband was divorcing me, and in his rage he had sent an e-mail to my company showing the shame of what I had done. I sat there and wondered what to do next. I heard someone behind me and looked back. I sighed in relief as I saw Ron.

“What do we do now, Ron?”

“Look, I can’t do this. You made me lose my job and everything. I want nothing more to do with you.”

He gave me no time to respond. He went to his car and left. I sat there broken. I had no home, no job, and now the man that I had started this affair with wanted nothing to do with me. I was completely alone with the shame that I had brought upon myself. 



Revenge



Revenge is a dish best served cold.

Oh, Lisa does know this too well. She can taste the sweetness of the revenge she is about to achieve.

She adjusts the small straps on her skin tight Cleopatra dress. The black wig lays smooth, covering her shimmering golden blonde hair. Bright blue eyes stare back at her from the mirror, nothing like her cat-like green eyes she is used to seeing.

How she loves costume parties, a reason to be someone different. 

A dusting of gold powder across her skin, perfumed with pheromones to help her cause, and a golden mask to slide over her face concludes her preparations. She wants no one to recognize her tonight, least of all him.

It was not that long ago, just a year, but a man like him seldom remembers hearts he has broken along he way. He turned on his charm, showing his gentlemanly ways. She was immediately taken in by him. He used her and left her, feigning a previous broken heart, and a lack of interest on his part, even though he was the one to pursue her. During nights of crying into her pillow, and trying to mend her own now broken heart, her plan formed.

A touch of golden lip-gloss sliding across her lips, she takes a last glance in the mirror before heading out of the bathroom and into the crowded room.

Her body glides past people dressed in all sorts of costumes, but her eyes only scan the crowd for one man, and he is not hard to find.

Leaning up against the wall, cloaked in a long brown trench coat and fedora, she knows his look right away. Classic and classy, he draws attention with the simplicity. No mask covers his handsome face. He wants all the women to be able to look at him. A glass of scotch rests between his fingers as he leans on the bar, his eyes slowly caressing over a woman with her back to him. She is dressed as Marilyn Monroe (how unoriginal). 

Lisa lets her sandaled feet slide across the polished floor without a sound, being careful not to draw attention to herself, though she feels a dozen pairs of eyes on her already. But tonight she is only interested in one man. The white dress brushes against her legs, sending shivers of excitement through her. She can feel the wetness slick between her thighs, having left her panties at home this time.

“Mr. Bogart”, her voice is low and sultry as she slides up beside him, her eyes twinkling past the holes in the mask.

“Ah…a lovely Cleopatra. How does a man like me come into such luck?” He raises her hand to his lips and brushes a kiss across it.

A blush threatens to creep across her cheeks, but she just smiles slyly. “It seems that I am the lucky one tonight sir, to have found you…unoccupied.”

A deep chuckle erupts from his throat, still not letting go of her hand. “That is not such a rare thing.” He tucks her hand in the crook of his arm, making her edge closer to him. “May I buy you a drink tonight?”

“White wine.” She simply pats his arm, not pulling away. She has his interest, and his attention. She can feel his heat through the cloth of his sleeve. The white shirt has been unbuttoned at the collar already, and the tie loosened to offer relief from the warmth of the room.

The bartender places the glass on the bar, and the gentleman pushes a bill across the marble, not saying a word, or looking her way. His fingers wrap around the stem of the glass and he hands it to her, making sure that their fingers brush against each other. He picks up his glass and steers her to the large glass doors on one wall, and she follows, knowing his moves.

He needs to feel he is in control, to have a woman follow his lead without questions. And she offers just what he wants from her, knowing she will get all she wants in just a bit.

The doors opens up into a lush garden, filled with an assortment of bushes and flowers, lampposts placed to cast light and shadow where it was needed and where it wasn’t. Benches are set far enough apart, some in the light for those couples who wanted to be seen together, and less lit ones for those who want to get to know each other a bit better. The latter type is the one she was hoping he would pick, and he did not disappoint her.

She sits beside him, taking a sip of her wine. Her eyes capture his as she licks at her lips. She watches his gaze flicker down to peek at her tongue as it snakes between her glistening lips. His body leans into hers.

“You seem familiar,” his warm breath brushing her skin as he whispers in her ear. His lips caress her neck, and she feels him inhale the scent of her body.

“I am sure you must be mistaken, sir.” Her fingers run up his trouser covered thigh, letting her palm rest heavy on his leg.

She feels his hand reaching up to cup her opposite cheek, gently tilting her head to give his lips access to her bare throat. His tongue runs up, touching softly to her earlobe, before continuing along her jaw line. Backing away just a bit, he looks deeply into her eyes, seeing the lust she feels, before leaning in to press his lips to hers. First they touch softly, before he deepens the kiss, showing his urgency.

His hand moves up her ribs, feeling her nipple strain beneath her silky dress. She has thought to leave them free, knowing how much this would spur on his lust. Grasping one between his fingertips, the nipple is tugged and twisted expertly. She lets a soft moan come from her throat.

Her hand roams as she wants, moving over his chest, his abs, and down to find his hardness already straining against his trousers. Rubbing up and down, she feels him twitch against the tight fabric, leaving a damp spot where the tip presses.

Hs fingers pull at the dress, inching the hem higher and higher, exposing her legs to the night air. His hand is warm and strong against her skin, brushing away the chill. She lets her legs part, giving him his control. She has to hold back a smile as he does all that she has thought he would. It was true that a leopard never changes his spots.

He breaks the kiss, reaching for her mask. She shakes her head, not letting him take it from her. He just shrugs, his eyes moving across her body. He sees her nipples press against her dress, dark spots behind the white fabric. His head bends down, taking one between his lips, sucking it though the cloth. His teeth nip at it, bringing it to a peak. Her hand takes off his hat, running her fingers through his hair, and holding his mouth to her. Her other hand still presses against his manhood, never letting up the pressure.

His hand nudges her legs apart, sliding farther under her dress to find the wetness that has glided down between her thighs. She hears him moan as he inches closer to what he sought. His fingers brush against her mound, finding it smooth and inviting. Her lips pout, wanting to feel his touch, and he obliges. Parting her lips, he slides one long finger deeply into her, feeling her warmth surround him.

His other hand slides the strap of her dress off her shoulder, edging it down to expose her breast to his gaze before suckling on it. He cannot get enough of her creamy skin. He longs to lick every inch of her.

His thumb brushes against her nub, coaxing her. He wants to see how much passion this mystery woman has before he fills her.

She wiggles her hips, feeling him playing with her, urging her on. And she lets him play, wanting him to touch her, and please her. Waves of pleasure course through her as she lets him bring her to her first orgasm. She moans, whimpering to him.

Her chest heaving, he lifts his head to look at her, and her hands then go to work. She deftly slides open the zipper of his trousers, letting his cock spring free from its confinement. She coos, showing him her pleasure in seeing such a masterpiece. His chest puffs slightly, and she almost lets out a giggle. But instead, she merely licks her lips before leaning forward to engulf his cock with the warmth of her mouth. 

Her lips wrap around him, sucking gently at the throbbing flesh. His hands rest on her shoulders, and he lets out a moan. Slowly, not wanting him to find his pleasure yet, she will not let him guide her. His hands try to gently push her, wanting to set the rhythm himself, but now she is in control. Over and over, her lips continue to glide over his skin, letting her tongue tickle along the bottom of his cock.

Finally, when she feels he is close to the edge, she backs off, letting him slip from her mouth. She sits up, smiling to him. She wants more. He lays her back on the bench, sliding off the seat to kneel on the grass. He spreads her thighs wide before him, and his tongue licks up one long leg. Holding his mouth over her mound, not touching, just breathing, he then licks his way down the other leg.

She wiggles, wanting more. And he gladly obliges.

His tongue slowly parts her lips, now shining with the wetness he had coaxed from her before. He can taste her sweetness on his tongue, and he dives in for more. Again and again he tastes her, coating his mouth with her juices and urging her to give him more. And give she does, flooding onto his tongue as he plays. Again and again she finds her pleasure.

Kissing his way up her exposed flesh, he pulls her atop of him, sitting up himself so she can wrap her legs around him. She feels him nudge at her opening. His hands cup her backside and he lifts her slightly, just enough to open her wide to him, and slides effortlessly inside. She wraps her arms around his neck, moving her hips against him slowly and seductively. 

She moves her body on his, feeling him buried deep within her. She takes her pleasure from him, but does not give him enough to find his release. She keeps him hanging on the edge as she feels her passion overtake her.

Finally, he grabs her. Falling onto the grass, he pounds into her. He is unable to contain himself anymore. She opens wide to him, feeling him plunge deeper and deeper. His cock hardens more, filling her. She welcomes it, wrapping tightly around him.


He thrusts hard, letting his seed flow into her, letting out a growl of passion. She cries out, her passions matching his own. Grinding his hips against hers as he releases all that he has in him.

He rolls off of her, letting her pull her dress down to cover herself. He looks at her, wondering who this woman is. 

She smoothes a hand over her hair, and adjusts the mask over her face, making sure her disguise is still in place. She leans over to place a chaste kiss on his lips before rising from the ground.

“Your name?” He questions her, his eyes begging.

She just smiles, brushing a few blades of grass from her dress.

“Will I see you again?” He pleads.

She merely caresses his cheek before turning and walking away. She ears him moan in frustration as she walks back inside.

The next morning, Lisa strolls by his desk, and not looking, drops a golden mask on his desk. 

And he sputters as she walks away.



Revenge



She had just gotten out of the hospital and wasn’t even talking to her husband. Her husband will had left her in the hospital while she was in labor and gone out with his buddies to a titty bar. He didn’t care about his first child. Maybe he would care about the next one, but it damned sure wouldn’t be his. Who would it be? It had to be someone who would make a nice baby and someone who would know about Will’s humiliation. Maybe it would be one of his coworkers. Oh she had plenty of time to decide. It would be six weeks before she could have sex.

As she looked at his coworkers Carmella realized that they were just as bad as Will. She could not bring herself to sleep with any of these men. Then the phone rang.

“Hello Stan nice to hear from you. No your brother that asshole is not home. He is probably at some titty bar. He hasn’t held his son for one second yet. He doesn’t care about me or the baby.”

She thought: “I married the wrong brother Stan is such a nice guy. Nice responsible and he would make a great father.” Thus began Carmella’s plan.

“Stan, how about you come over? And you can see your nephew? You can keep me company I will make us dinner.”

She went upstairs and began dressing and doing her makeup. The campaign to seduce her brother had begun. She picked a low cut dress that showed her swollen breasts to their best advantage and a sexy nursing bra just in case little Will got hungry she was going to make sure Stan got to watch her feed the baby, and if she could convince him drain her excess milk too. The sexy perfume, a drop placed behind her ears, and between her breasts. Just in case she got her way. Today she would begin to cuckold that asshole. And she would be doing it with his brother. She might even taunt him with it if he continued to be an asshole.

Carmella began to make dinner. She selected a red wine to go with the wonderful roast she was making. She new she could not drink because she was nursing the baby, but maybe it would loosen Stan up if so then maybe he would share her milk with little Will. If he got horny, well she couldn’t, not yet, but no one who dated her ever complained about her talented mouth. She licked her lips just thinking about it. Then the salad

She made it and set the table with 2 place setting and candles. She opened the wine to let it breathe, and checked herself in the mirror. She liked what she saw. She hoped he would.

The door bell rang and she ran to answer it. 

“Hi Stan”

Reaching up and kissing him on the lips, allowing her full breasts to press against his chest for an instant. Then, she backed off just enough, so that he could not help but glance down into her cleavage. She could see his reaction, and the way he looked at her breasts. She knew he liked what he saw. If things worked out and little Will cooperated, he would see much more of her breasts tonight. Dinner was perfect. Will called and said he was too drunk to drive home, and he would stay at Melvin’s place tonight. She didn’t care; it meant she wouldn’t be interrupted tonight, except by little Will. He should be waking any minute now. As she thought that the baby’s cries could be heard from the nursery.

“Come Stan, come see your nephew.”

She took his hand and led him into the nursery. Carmella lifted the baby and began to coo at him. She laid him on the dressing table and began to change the baby. 

“Will I would like you to meet Uncle Stan. Stan, come here and hold your nephew. She handed the baby to him and the baby began to cry. She walked out toward the living room, as Stan carried the baby after her. When he handed her the baby she turned and her blouse was opened. She unsnapped the cup on the nursing bra and sat down; making sure that Stan got a good view. She held the child to her breast and the child quieted immediately. After about 10 minutes she changed breasts leaving the first cup opened. Carmella knew that when the baby fell asleep Stan would get to see them both. She hoped she could entice him to drain them for her. She would tell him the pump was painful and ask him to suck them. Carmella could see he was enthralled by her breasts.

The baby fell asleep. Well, it was now or never. Carmella placed the baby in the cradle she kept next to the couch and looked at Stan. She did not attempt to cover herself. Carmella turned to Stan.

“Stan the baby doesn’t drain me enough and the pump hurts me would you help me?”

“How?”

“It’s easy, let me show you.”

Carmella pulled his head to her breast and guided her nipple to his lips.

“Suck, drink my milk like the baby does. It feels so good when you do that”

Her hands caressed hi head and she said nothing. She did not want to ruin the spell before she had him seduced. Her revenge would be sweet and might last a long time she really liked him. Shortly after she changed breasts and her hand dropped into his lap. She began to stroke his already hard cock.

“Stan I know it’s hard for you to do this without becoming aroused. It is my fault for asking you to do this and I am going to take care of it for you.”

Then her hand opened his zipper and she reached inside his pants extracting his erection. She removed her breast from his mouth and looked directly into his eyes. Her head dipped into his lap and her mouth engulfed his hard cock. She began to suck and lick him slowly as he moaned.

“Carmella you don’t have to.”

“You didn’t have to either your brother should be taking care of his wife and baby, but that asshole isn’t you are. So why shouldn’t you get the same reward he would be getting for helping out.”

Her head dived back into his lap and she did not come up until she had swallowed his load. She then cleaned him up using her tongue. She kissed him deeply and said I wish we could continue this but it will be another six weeks before I can have sex, otherwise we would have been in bed already. Come back anytime you want and if Will is not home you can help me take care of little Will.

The six weeks past and her husband had not spent one evening at home. The gynecologist had given her the all clear. She told the gynecologist that she wanted another child right away. The doctor though she was nuts but told her that physically it shouldn’t be a problem.

That weekend Will was going to Las Vegas with his friends, and would be gone for 4 days. If Carmella had her way Stan would sleep there every night. If she calculated she would be at her fertile time in the cycle then. After she was pregnant she would sleep with Will not before. The next baby would be Stan’s. She would tell Stan but not Will. She would tell Will that she wanted to name the baby after his brother if it was a boy. Then she thought all her next babies would be Stan’s until she had a boy. Then if Will were to be an attentive father the next would be his if not. Then who knows maybe Stan’s again.

It was Friday night and Stan had just relieved the pressure on her breasts. His cock was hard and in her mouth when she stopped and looked up at him. 

“Stan the doctor said I can have sex again, let’s go into the bedroom the baby is out for the night. Spend the weekend here. Your brother is in Vegas and I have been missing the sex.”

“You are his wife.”

“Does he act like it? I want the next baby to have a father who cares I want you to be my next baby’s father.”

She put the baby down in the nursery, turned on the nursery monitor, and led Stan to her bedroom. She dimmed the lights and whispered.

“I will get ready in the bathroom darling. Please get undressed while I am changing.”

Carmella turned and headed to the bathroom. She had a sexy nightgown hanging inside and after dabbing a few drops of cologne in strategic places she put on her gown and opened the door to the bedroom. She could see him stare at her, and his desire was obvious in his gaze. She new she had him.

“Fuck me; make me pregnant with your child”

As she rolled onto her back and pulled him on top of her. He entered her and they both spent the weekend in bed. They only got out to take care of little Will. 

Approximately 3 weeks later three weeks later Stan got a phone call.

“Hello daddy I just wanted to tell you little will is going to have a brother or a sister. I guess I have to let his daddy fuck me once, unless you want to tell him it’s your kid.”

The End



Revenge



John adjusted the camera then glanced over at his laptop to check the view. The bed was perfectly framed. He glanced up at the camera sitting on the shelf and wondered if it was too obvious, he had nothing he could cover it with, at least not without covering the picture. It would have to do he decided, glancing at the time in the corner of the screen he closed the laptop and grabbed his keys from next to it. As he walked towards the front door he stopped to look in the mirror, he was dressed casual but not scruffy, his good pair of jeans and a shirt. Running a hand through his shaggy black hair he decided that he looked good enough, after all he wasn’t dressing to impress. Locking the door behind him he walked over to his car and got in. 

As John drove to pick up his date his excitement grew, he knew this was the moment he would finally get his revenge on that bitch. Cassie was in all respects a somewhat typical cheerleader. She was blonde, with blue eyes, the girl that every boy lusted after. Cassie was also a slut and a daddy’s girl. Everyone at school knew what a raging whore she was, but no-one could prove it, and no-one spoke a word to suggest she was anything but the precious virgin she claimed to be. Of course if her father heard anything he would throw her bony ass to the curb, he was a man of very strong religious morals, so if any guy claimed to have had sex with her she cried that he was trying to ruin her. Then of course she would socially and emotionally destroy them. John was not so stupid as to have claimed such things he’d never even slept with her before. In fact he had no clue as to why Cassie had tried to ruin his rep, but he was going to get her back for it.

To say John was a bit of a stud is an understatement, man-whore was a bit more accurate. He prided himself at been a ladies man, he had been with many girls and was damn proud of it. When the rumour started about him contracting a major STD, which one varied depending on who told the story, it seriously affected his love life. He knew Cassie had started the rumour; it had her style written all over it. John was thankful that Cassie did not know he knew, he was smarter than to accuse her of anything, it would only make things worse. Instead John bided his time and prepared for revenge. Now he had it sorted, Cassie had agreed to hang out with him, it was organised so no-one would know, and he knew that meant sex, after-all she wouldn’t date a guy with some terrible disease let alone sleep with him, she was bound to think it was a fool-proof alibi. So John pulled up outside her house and beeped the horn, Cassie came out and hopped into the passengers’ seat. Her short skirt riding up to show off her smooth tanned thigh, her top low cut so that one could not avoid looking at her cleavage.

When John pulled up outside his house Cassie spoke for the first time “No dinner and a movie?” She asked, pouting her lips a little.

“We both know what this is about Cassie, I’m not wasting any money on you.” John replied as he got out the car and walked up the path, Cassie following obediently behind him. He led her up to his bedroom and pushed open the door.

“Make yourself comfortable, I’ll just go grab some stuff.” He walked down the hall to the bathroom, leaving her to undress as he fetched some condoms, she was probably on the pill but he didn’t want to risk catching anything. When he returned she was naked and spread out on the bed, oblivious to the red light on the bookshelf. John smiled then pulled his t-shirt over his head. He unzipped his jeans and discarded them as he moved towards the bed, finally shedding his boxers as he climbed onto the bed next to Cassie. His dick was started to stiffen in anticipation, she moved forward and wrapped a hand around his member.

“Not quite ready yet, we can fix that.” She grinned wickedly and moved her head between his legs and replaced her hand with her lips. She moved her mouth down and engulfed his entire length and began to move it in and out of her mouth, working her tongue around it on every in stroke. John groaned as he felt the blood rushing to fill his penis as Cassie worked it with her mouth. He moved his hands into her hair and encouraged her movements, pushing her to take it deeper. Soon she pulled him out of her mouth.

“There now - you’re all ready.” She grinned and lay back down on the bed “Now we can get down to the real business.”

“What about you, are you all ready?” John asked as he moved a hand between Cassie’s legs only to find her already dripping wet. He hadn’t realised she’d come so prepared. She smiled at him cheekily and pulled him close for a kiss. Her tongue worked its way into his mouth and tangled with his. When she broke the kiss she flashed him another wicked smile.

“I’ve been looking forward to out rendezvous John, I’ve heard so many rumours about you.” She ran her hand along the length of his cock “Some of them have already proven to be true, I’m hoping the rest are too”. He reached over to the bedside table and grabbed a condom and proceeded to open it. Cassie smiled and waited expectantly as he put the condom on “You’re a well prepared boy aren’t you John?” She grinned as John slipped the condom over his throbbing erection.

“You have no idea,” John said as he thrust his full length inside Cassie's dripping pussy “And I’m no boy.” Cassie moaned as he thrust into her. John quickly set a good pace, thrusting his cock in and out of Cassie’s hot wet pussy. The room resonated with their moans and grunts and the sounds of their bodies moving against each others. John moved his head down and wrapped his lips around a nipple; he sucked and licked on the erect bud. His efforts were rewarded as Cassie’s hips bucked against his steady thrusting, she moaned loudly and moved a hand into his dark mess of hair and encouraged him to keep working her breast. He began to alternate between nipples as he continued to pump his cock into her pussy. Cassie was moaning and writhing, the smell of their sweat and sex tickled at John’s nostrils as he thrust in and out while sucking on Cassie’s firm tits. Suddenly John decided he wanted a change in position, he pulled out of Cassie completely. She let out a small sound of protest and bucked her hips in his direction when she realised he wasn't putting it back in. He smiled and picked up her up, depositing her face down on the bed with her face towards the camera. 

“You’re not sticking that thing in my ass.” She protested, but John just plunged back into her pussy, causing her to let out a long moan as he set up a new rhythm. He was now thrusting faster than before and snaked a hand underneath her to rub her clit. Her hips were bucking against the bed wildly now her moans merging into screams as the bed squeaked beneath them. The soft squelch of Johns cock pumping in and out of her soaking pussy and the slap of his balls against her skin accompanied the bed springs. A bit more work on her clit and Cassie was screaming.

“Oh Fuck!” She cried, her body spasming, the muscles in her vagina contracting around John’s cock, as he too let go, grunting loudly he came with her.

John pulled his soft dick out of Cassie and discarded the condom, she lay back on his bed, her body soaked in sweat, a few strands of blonde hair clinging to the side of her face. “That was great John; we’ll have to do it again sometime.” She gave him another of her wicked smiles then got up and gathered her clothes. John just sat on the edge of the bed, catching his breath. 

“Are you going to drive me home?” She asked when fully dressed.

“I’m sure you can walk.” John replied as he stood and slipped on his boxers, “I’ll see you to the door though.” Cassie glared at him but let him usher her out of the house.

Now that Cassie was gone John returned to him room and sat down to inspect the footage that his camera had caught. It was fantastic; he sat at his computer and began editing the footage. It wasn’t long till John was burning off the first DVD of his rendezvous. He smiled to himself, revenge was sweet, finally there was proof that Cassie was a little whore, and that John had no deadly STDs.

END



Revenge



One day at the local mall I saw my ex-wife chatting to her friends. She had broken up with me quite suddenly, and this was the first time that I have seen her since. Memories of how crushed I was at that time flooded back to me. A sinister plan hatched in my mind...REVENGE.

I followed her through the mall until she was alone, then I made my move. Quietly, I crept up to her and surprised her. The shock showed clearly in her face as I dragged her by the arm to the nearest clean bathroom that was available. The suddenness of it all kept her quiet until I had locked the door behind me. As she fumbled for words I took control," why did you leave me?" I asked as I grabbed her hair wrenching her face up to meet mine. Tears streamed from her eyes as she screamed in pain. Without thinking I immediately thrust my tongue into her open mouth savagely kissing her, muting her cries and forcing her to stop. 

Roughly pulling away, I wiped my hand across my mouth; her taste was as intoxicating as ever. I stared as her for a moment, watching her huge breasts heave as she struggled to regain her breath, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, cheeks red with shame and her entire body trembling. Almost as if they were drawn there by some unseen force, my eyes went to the area on her breasts where up to a few seconds ago her nipples were completely hidden. Now her nipples were barely pushing through her clothes, a sure sign of her arousal to one who had know her for so long. This piece of information shook my world. Slowly her eyes met mine and there I confirmed what I did not fathom to be possible- she was becoming aroused by all of this!!! There and then all sanity left me.

I seized her by the arms and pushed her back against the wall of the cubicle we were in and sunk my lips to hers once more. I used my tongue as a battering ram, pushing at the insides of her mouth with everything that I could muster. As this was happening, I moved my hands to her breasts, squeezing those firm mounds of flesh between my fingers. My hands then slid down her belly and across her thighs and then up again to her sensuous ass. Stretching my fingers between and under her, I grasped her, pulling her body up to brush against mine. At this point, my mouth left hers and I began planting hot, rough kisses along her neck. Her hands which up till now were pushing at my chest now pulled her top over her head. Following her lead, I removed my shirt, before reaching behind her to release her breasts from their constraints. My hands then went directly to them and I started to roll her chocolate

Covered peaks within the cup of my palms. Continuing the trail of kisses downward, I removed one of my hands and replaced it with my mouth, enticing soft moans of pleasure from my ex. I suckled her for a few seconds before using the tip of my tongue to play with her nipple. Her hands took hold of my head, smothering me deeper into her chest. after a few minutes, I switched breasts and used my single free hand to draw patterns on her shapely abdomen as she bean rocking her body back and forth, pushing it up to rub against mine. With increasing intensity, she began pushing my head downward. I obliged. 

Leaving a trail of wet spots, I followed my hands downward, until my fingers rested on the top of her jeans. A soft animalistic groan escaped her lips as she urged me on further. Skillfully, I undid her pants and slid them down below her knees together with her underwear. Slowly, I spread her legs and began nibbling at the juncture of her leg and her lips. I then began kissing my way around her beautiful swollen lips, careful not to come in direct contact with them as yet. Her moans became increasingly louder as her need for release grew. At this point, I slid my tongue directly across her pussy, brushing against her swollen clit. Struggling against the hands that were pushing me deeper into her, I repeated this for a few minute before pushing my tongue into her sweet folds. Gently sucking at her clit, I pushed my tongue deeper into her body, withdrawing it every few seconds to push it against her love button. At this point her hands left my head and moved to her breasts where they squeezed and molded her nipples in extract. She had managed to free a leg from her jeans, and this she wrapped around my neck, pulling me closer.

In a matter of moments, her humpings became more and more erratic. As I struggled to prevent her from falling, I moved my hands, which were caressing her legs, to the wall in order to support her weight. Harder and harder she ground her pelvis into my face. Faster and faster she pumped her hips. Then with one final jerk, she pushed my head into her pelvis and clamped down on my tongue with her pussy. Streams of cumm ran down the sides of her legs as she writhed above me in the clutches of a powerful orgasm. This continued for a while and as I felt her body beginning to relax, I increased the suction pressure on her clit, sending her into another mind-blowing orgasm. After what seemed as ages, she released my tongue, but I was not finished down there yet. All the time I was licking up her lubricant, and now it was time to partake of her real nectar. Slowly, I swept my tongue across her pussy drawing up as much of her cumm as possible into my mouth; I reveled in her love juice. 



Revenge



I had just turned 19, I stood 5ft 6 and was while not top model stuff, fairly well created with the right portions in the correct places. My boyfriend of a few years had just come back from two weeks of basic training, and I was as horny as one could get. Before he went off into the wide blue yonder we had been sexual active, with him keeping me satisfied on an almost daily basis.

I had thought we were going to make special plans for his first night back, BUT his mother intervened and planned a home coming supper for her little boy, inviting myself To join them the evening of his arrival back in town. Hey what could I say, my relationship with his mother was on an even keel and I was not looking to disturb that at all.

I decided that I would make every opportunity a possibility for a sexual encounter, even if I had to tease Robert to death and let him hang. He could have certainly thought up a better method of arriving home, without telling his parents the exact hour of his arrival. Had he been a bit more on the ball, we could have arranged the timing so that we could have balled our eyes out before his parents knew he had arrived. Any way I was a bit put off and was going to take some revenge during our social visit.

Leaving work a bit early, I made certain I had the time to soften all my body parts in a warm sexually scented bubble bath. I cleared my body of all unnecessary body hair, and I undertook to accede to a request Robert had made quite a while ago, but something I had not really completed before this night. I figured a bald pussy would have quite an effect on the out come of the evening. Fortunately the weather was bit cooler than it had been which permitted me to dress with a loose pull over and a long wrap around skirt. Of course to frustrate Robert and follow my plan, I wore a full bra, and panty set, I was certainly not going to let him think he was going to have a free for all this evening.

The events of the evening proceeded very much with me in control, Robert looked very disappointed when he saw that his father had accompanied me to the station to meet him. I would imagine he was expecting some nookie during the drive back to the house, score one for me. Robert did manage to get me into a corner once just while the aperitifs were being prepared, I allowed him on purpose to get his hands up my sweater, to let him know I was tightly held and protected from any of his evil thoughts. It was certainly worth letting him grope, the expression on his face when his busy grasping hands came into contact, not with a warm body of flesh, but onto a fully formed wonder bra, I had never seen before. Immediately following this grope, I offered to help out in the kitchen; I did not want to give him the chance to beg me to take the bra off. My scoring points were adding up, soon I would have my man begging.

Dinner came off very well, the Mrs was quite a cook and she had managed to furnish a wonderful assortment of both Robert's and my favourite foods. I proceeded to help clean up after, allowing Robert's father to entertain him in the lounge away from me. While I was going back and forth I was in such a position that I could flirt with Robert, without his parents seeing what was going on, so I made hay, bending over the table to reach, sticking my butt out and wiggling as best I could, or standing facing in Robert's view and squeezing my breasts. I even went as far as to lift my sweater exposing my two-holstered love handles to Robert. I could see him squirming around in his chair trying to keep up a conversation with his father, while I teased him. 

Once dinner came to an end, I figured that we would be able to leave so that Robert could drive me home, and perhaps along the way we could play, but I was surprised when his mother suggested we retire to the family room as she had borrowed a new DVD and wanted us to watch it. My scoring drop a few points with this surprise, I had not counted on this and now that I had gotten into teasing Robert, my desires were starting to surface, after all it had been two weeks since I had gotten satisfied. I had not been prepared for this and I am sure that my expression showed a bit of disappointment, as his mother began to explain that she had really wanted to watch this DVD and had to return it in the morning.

Well not wanting to be a party pooper, and certainly not wanting to cause problems, or let on that I might have had other plans in mind, plans perhaps that Robert's mother would not approve of, I agreed to stay and watch the DVD. We all descended to the family room, Robert's father to his regular seat off to the left, and his mother to a seat off to the right, she suggesting that we might like to cuddle on the sofa and was set off to the back in the middle of the room. To cuddle she said, but when I saw that we were to be sitting more or less out of their sight line, especially if they were watch a new movie, I saw opportunities of another nature. I realized that I might be able to tease Robert mercifully, and he would not be able to do too much about it since his parents were right there in the room with us.

Before settling down I paid a visit to the washroom and took off my bra, dumping it into the vanity, this way I could get Robert's attention while we watched the movie. I do not think Robert noticed that I had removed my bra, for at first he just cuddled, his arm around me, while he played with my hair. I had to make the first move, taking his right hand; I placed it up under my sweater, trying to be a discreet as possible and not to alert his parents that some thing was going on. The light had been dimmed enough to allow us a bit of freedom in the shadows.

Well, once Robert found that his hand did not encounter the contraption that had hindered him before, his interest certainly picked up. Slowly but surely he brought his other hand into play and began massaging my globes, pulling and pinching on my nipples, eliciting small moans from me, at least the musical we were watching was loud enough to cover my sounds. I began to stoke his hardening dick through his pants, not yet wanting to create a difficult situation, I really wanted to suck him dry, but I had to continue with my plan, no matter how frustrating it was becoming. I could tell Robert was well into satisfying me as best he could given the situation, he continued to work my globes in the most delicate of fashion, I am certain my moaning was increasing in pitch, I know my breathing had increased in rhythm. 

Sudden movement from his mother froze our movements, so to be certain that she had not caught on, I excused myself, pulled myself from Robert's grasp, letting his hands slide smoothly and quite clearly undetected from beneath my sweater. I got up and went to the washroom, where I quickly discarded my soaking panties and frigged myself to orgasm; I could not hold it any longer. Wanting more, a devilish thought came to me and I immediately turned my wrap around skirt back to front, so that I could loosen the ties and yet the opening would not show from the front. I left my panties with my bra ad returned to the family room, holding my skirt ties in my hand, not to be noticed as my sweater fell well below the top of the skirt.

Placing my self back on the sofa, beside Robert, I spread the back of the skirt open so that I was bear back on the seat, yet with the skirt still wrapped in front. I managed to do it with such finesse that not even Robert noticed a change in my circumstances, well not until I pulled the wrap completely open, letting it lie loose on my lap. As soon as I moved back to cuddle Robert and he advanced his right hand underneath my sweater, he realized that a lot flesh was available to his groping. I heard him gasp as he ran his hand down my leg realizing that if he moved to quickly the wrap it self would move for ward off my body and expose me completely. He stopped short in his tracks, and brought his hands back to my globes, and began where he had left off, this time however I wanted more and I slowly but sure eased his right had downwards, spreading my legs as far as I dared, grasping at my skirt holding tightly to avoid an embarrassing encounter should either of his paenrts turn to talk with us.

As Robert's hand moved further and further down, it appear he was searching for something, some thing in vain as it would be, because I had saved myself bald as he had so often requested. He shifted slightly in his position closing his mouth around my ear and letting out such an appreciative "mmmmmm". He immediately send his fingers to the centre of my snatch, gliding his index finger into my waiting hole, pressing the palm of his hand to my bare mound. I was so wet, with my leaking love juices, it was easy for him to slid his finger in and out and to bring his hand back up to cover my mound with my inner oils. Robert went to work knowingly, expertly, with his delicate touches, I was close, so close, with each and every movement, yet he kept pulling back just at the right moment to let me hang, to make me push forward searching out his touches.

I was really getting into it now and was very very pleased that his mother has chosen such an intensely loud and active film; I was really concerned that I was making very loud sensual sounds at this point. I pushed Robert's left hand down towards the cushion of the sofa, and as I did so I lifted my arse as best I could with out too much movement, easing his had down to my back door, Robert knew just what I wanted, he lubricated his finger with my leaking pussy juices and popped his finger into my back door.

Now I was on seventh heaven, I began to push my body down on to his left hand, then push my self forward towards his right had which was now permanently fixed to my bad pussy. I hoped to hell that I was not making to much movement, rubbing my bottom on the sofa back and forth back and forth, but there was no stopping me now, I was too far gone to even care about being caught, I let go of the skirt and ran my two hands up to my tits, pulling hard at my nipples, closer and closer I came to release. I was beginning to think I was making more noise than the movie, and that at any time his parents would turn our way to see me wantonly in the throe of sexual delight, but I would not have stopped, not even if they both came at me. Just as the finale of the movie broke I erupted into one of the best orgasms I have ever experienced, crying out Oh Yeah Oh Yeah Oh Yeah, clearly audible to every one in the room.

I immediately realized that it was I yelling, and not just the actors , on the DVD, as I slumped down in to the couch , Robert quickly grapping at my skirt to make certain that it covered me. Fortunately and I must say very fortunately, both his parents accepted the fact that I had enjoyed the film immensely, to have let out a cry such as I did at the end, little did they realize nor have they every made mention of the fact to the contrary as to what I had enjoyed at that particular moment in time..

I sat there exhausted from my ordeal, glowing in the aftermath, his parents turning to us to express their pleasure that we had so enjoyed the film, and that it was not too far off our young interests, and I just nodded in agreement. Little did they know just how far off my interests were . Robert's mother suggested tea, and set about to go boil some water, his father excusing himself to the washroom (at that time I hoped it was for natural interests and not because of what had transpired on the sofa). The field being clear of parents, Robert thought he would take advantage of things, and pushed me back down on the sofa, pulling my sweater completely of my glowing body. This action of course caused my skit to fall to the floor and left me bare naked for all to see. Just as Robert unzipped himself and was preparing to mount me, his mother called down to ask that he fix the television so they could come watch the news.

It was as though lighting stuck Robert, here he was his hard dick sticking out of his pants, poised upon a glowing naked lady, spread willing, and ready before him, and he had to curtail his actions. Slowly he got up and headed over to the TV, not missing a beat I moved off the sofa and paraded in my naked glory over to where he was kneeling, I planted myself feet wide apart, hands on my hips and fed him my dripping pussy. While he fiddled with the DVD and the TV, he lapped at my hot dripping cunt, sucking the juices as they flowed from within, bring me to a second if less intense orgasm. 

We could hear his mother rattling the cups and sauces in the kitchen, and his father pissing in the washroom, I do not know what Robert was thinking, but I had no notion of stopping at this point, I wanted to come and to come and to come, so I stood my ground and bucked my dripping bald cunt into his face, while I squeezed my tits, loving every exciting moment of it.

Once my cunt was drained dry, I leaned down and planed a warm kiss on Roberts lips, lapping up the taste of my love juices, and sauntered back to the sofa, casually picking up my wrap around and tying it about myself in a most proper manner. I picked up my sweater and held it waiting to hear the first footsteps coming towards to family room before delicately sliding it over my head and concealing my still pulsating breasts.

Poor Robert, he was still at the TV adjusting the programming when his mother came into the room with the tea tray. Once he had things fixed, he sort of had to creep back to his position on the sofa, for had he stood up I am certain his pole would have ripped right through his pants and sprung loose for his mother's and my viewing. As he sat back down he gave me a really dirty look and punched me just every so lovingly in the shoulder. I had had my day, I had scored all the points, I had my revenge for the last two weeks of his absence, and I was feeling pretty snappy sitting there in my glow, sipping hot tea and wondering what next.



Revenge



I have had enough. My ex-wife has always been a bitch but now that the divorce is final she has grown worse. She told me that she never wants to see me again but she still finds some stupid reason to call or come by my office. There are times I think she just does it to try to get me to fuck her. She was pretty much a nymph when we were married. She would want it all the time. Now that we were divorced though she said that she couldn't if she wanted to since she was a "good" Christian. You couldn't tell that by the way she acted. 

I decided that I would the bitch what she wanted, but she wouldn't know it was me. I knew her neighborhood and house pretty well since that was where we lived the ten month's we were married. I still had the voice changer from a couple of Halloweens ago, and finding a ski mask was not very hard. I put on a plain black shirt and pants, the voice changer, mask and I was ready. 

She is a creature of habit so I knew that she would be getting ready to go to bed by ten o'clock. I made my way into her backyard about 9:45 and waited for my chance. Her house is a red brick, three bedroom house with the laundry room outside. Her backyard is pretty large with a good sized tree close to the house that I could hide behind while I watched. I saw the light come on through the bathroom window and knew now was my chance. I used to get on to her for leaving the back door deadbolt unlocked, and true to form she had. Fortunately I still had a key to the lock in the knob. I unlocked it and slowly opened the door. I could hear the sound of running water from the bathroom, it sounded like she was taking a shower. 

I slowly closed and locked the door behind me and quietly moved to the hall outside the bathroom. Her bedroom was just across the hall from the bathroom so I took up a position just off from the door. After a few minutes the water stopped and I heard the shriek of the shower curtain being pushed aside. I imagined her running the towel across her body and started to get turned on. I could feel my cock growing hard in my pants. 

She opened the bathroom door and stepped out into the hall. She was wearing a night shirt that just came below the cheeks of her generous ass. The Bitch had always been a little over weight, even we were married but it never bothered me as she carried it well. Her breast were large and hung down onto her belly and her hips were still wide. 

As she started across the hall I grabbed her from behind, wrapping my left arm around her waist and using my right hand to cover her mouth. 

"Stay quiet, cooperate and just might live through this, bitch." 

She froze in her tracks and said nothing. I pulled closer to me and let her feel the pressure of my rock hard cock on her ass. I took my right hand off of her mouth and began to rub it down her body, starting at the neck. I cupped and fondled her right breast briefly then moved down her belly to the bottom of her shirt. I slide my hand under her shirt and went to her bare, hairy pussy. 

I rubbed the lips of her cunt with my fingers until I felt it moisten. I then inserted my middle finger between the lips of her pussy and started to finger her. I then told her to undo my pants, which she did with a little difficulty since she couldn't see what she was doing. I let my pants fall to the floor, freeing my rock hard cock. I told her to take her shirt off, which she did, tossing it on the floor. I then pulled her close to me again letting my cock push her generous ass cheeks apart and resting between them.

She seemed really turned on by all of this as she moaned softly as I fingered her. I began to move my hips which pushed my cock up and down between the cheeks of her ass. I started to fondle her breast with my left hand, squeezing and massaging them. She surprised me by coming, letting her juices flow over my finger and down her legs. She was more turned on by this than I thought. 

"On the floor, bitch." 

She knelt down and got on her hands and knees, facing away from me. I got down on my knees and pushed into her hot, moist pussy. I pushed as deep into her as could in one push, holding her hips with my hands. I then started to pump her pussy with everything I had, my hips slapping her ass, making it jiggle. She moaned louder and louder as I kept on pumping her. She came again in another wave of juices which started to make a squishing sound every time I pumped her. 

I could feel the pressure building and when the peak was coming I pushed deep into her, pulling her to me with my hands. I held on as I shot my hot seed deep into her pussy. Again and again I let loose load after load into her. She let out a scream of pleasure as she came, again! I could not believe it. She was getting off on all of this. 

My cock started to relax so I slowly pulled out of her. "Alright, bitch, it's time that you cleaned my rod." She whirled around as I stood up. She got on her knees and took my cock in her right hand, guiding it to her mouth. She licked the last drop of my semen off of the tip before she took the whole thing in her mouth. Almost immediately it started to grow hard again. She licked and sucked it until it was clean of her juices. 

She started to pump her mouth up and down on my rod. I took her head in my hands and started to fuck her face while she sucked away. After a few minutes I felt the pressure building and before I knew it I was shooting my wad into her mouth. It must have taken her by surprise as she gagged a little before swallowing it all. Once I had shot all that I had she licked and sucked my relaxed cock until it was clean. 

I looked down at her as she knelt before me and I knew that I had to do her one more time. I told her to lay on her back on the floor, which she did. I then knelt down and put my head between her legs, sniffing in the scent of her juices as I made my way to her pussy. I lifted up my mask so that it rested on my nose and dove in. I pushed my tongue between the lips of her pussy licking up her juices. 

I could hear her moan as I licked away. She shuddered as she orgasm once again, drenching my tongue in her juices. The licking that I was doing and her orgasm brought my cock rock hard again. I rose up from her pussy, pulling the mask down. I moved to where I was above her, my cock pointed straight at her cunt. I moved forward and pushed into her wet pussy. 

I started pumping her as deep as I could go at a steady rhythm. She moaned loudly in pleasure as I pushed deeper and deeper into her hungry pussy. I fucked her for a good ten minutes before I felt my come building up in my balls. She must have come at least twice while fucked her. She came so much that there was a puddle of her juices pooling under ass in the carpet of the hall. When I came I pushed deep into her as far as I could and shot my load deep into her pussy. I kept pushing and shooting my load till I was dry. 

After I finished I pulled out of her and stood up. She lay on the floor, drifting off to sleep while I pulled up my pants and fastened them. I took a good look at as I stood there admiring my handiwork. She lay there in a puddle of her own juices, the skin around her pussy red from my pumping and fucking it. I knew that she would be sore when she woke up. Satisfied that I had avenged myself, all the while enjoying it, I left the house the same way that I had come in. I thought to myself that if she pulls anymore crap with me, I might just have to pay her another visit. 

End



Revenge



The phone only rang once before Don heard Anna's still familiar voice. "Hello?"

"Hi"

"Who's that.....? Good God!" The penny had dropped! "Talk about a blast from the past, how are you?

They had been an 'item' once, until her obsessive jealousy and possessiveness had killed Don's feelings. He knew that he was walking on emotional thin ice in calling her, but he had what he firmly believed to be a very good reason!

"I'm fine, you?"

"Yes, fine thanks, to what do I owe this honour after... four years is it? 

"I just fancied hearing your voice again."

"And I just fancied sex with a Martian! Now what's the real reason?"

"The real reason, oh ye of little faith! Ok, if I'm going to be honest, sex does have something to do with it!"

"What a surprise, go on!"

"Well, do you remember what you said when we split?"

"Quite bit as I recall!"

"Well," he said again, "the bit I've got in mind had to do with you never turning me down if ever I felt fruity and wanted a shag!" He paused. "Well, I'm as randy as hell and Sylvia's away, so how are you fixed?"

"You cheeky bastard, for four bloody years - nothing, then all of a sudden you think you can just 'phone and fuck me?"

The direct approach had always been best with Anna in the past, but it looked like he'd miscalculated this time. 

"You always said that it's best to be honest, even if it sometimes it doesn't look like the best way, so I'm just being upfront about things, I thought you'd appreciate that!" He was trying to sound apologetic

"And you thought that just by asking you'd get into my knickers?" 

"Well, you did say....!" He left the statement hanging in the air.

"Yes, I did, didn't I, and I meant it at the time.., though I wasn't thinking of you waiting this bloody long!" She was capitulating! "You really are a bastard, you know that Don? But if you're still as good as you used to be... You sod, you're turning me on thinking about it"

"Is that a yes?"

"Oh......Damn you! Ok, Maybe yes, you bastard!"

"Then get your knickers off, gal, 'cos I'm just outside!"

"Don't be such a male chauvinist arsehole. The least you can do is have a coffee and tell me a bit about yourself before expecting me to lose my fucking underwear! ...and I'm making no promises either"

"Temper, temper!" He was grinning now.

"Just get your arse in here, dammit!"

The door had been left open for him by the time he'd walked up the path. He took that as a welcome sign and let himself in, walking through to where he could see a light on in the kitchen. Little seemed to have changed in the house, it was still a miscellaneous mix of assorted styles and periods, as chaotic as its occupant. 

That said occupant was standing at the sink rinsing a cup when he walked in behind her. Like the house she seemed much the same, still a bit heavy on the 'derriere', still a bit stooped in her posture, though she was not yet fifty, and still with the nondescript head of poorly styled brownish hair. She still dressed the same, he noticed, a white blouse and dark knee length skirt without stockings. What he had once seen in her he couldn't think, except that she was a bloody good shag, and at his age he had been running out of alternatives!

He knew from her stance that she had heard him come in, but he still placed his carrier bag on the floor quietly before he padded up behind her and, reaching round, cupped her left breast with one hand and her 'mound of Venus' with the other! She was still wearing underwear! For about twenty seconds she made no sound or movement, seemingly just savouring an old familiar touch, but then she twisted away and went to the cupboard for the jar of instant coffee. The same old brand, he noticed irrelevantly!

"Coffee and a chat, and then maybe, just maybe mind....!" She looked at him for the first time as she spoke and he wondered if she was thinking that he had aged as much as he was thinking it of her!

Don watched as she stirred the coffee mugs. "Anyone in your life now, Anna?"

"Not since you ....Well nothing steady anyway"

"Must be ready for a bit then?" He was being deliberately rude, but then that used to turn her on! Anna was a very possessive and jealous woman, but she was also submissive in the sense that she loved to be humiliated verbally and ordered about in the bedroom. The more obscene the talk the hotter she became. She also enjoyed being spanked, and though that was not Don's scene he had obliged her in the past. She looked at him but didn't speak.

"Well, are you?"

She finally answered. "Yes, of course I am, as you might damn well know! I'm still bloody human, aren't I?"

"Wet and willing then, eh?"

She picked up the coffees and started out for the living room, answering over her shoulder, "Do you have to talk so dirty?"

They sat down. Anna sat at one end of the settee, expecting Don to join her, but instead he sat in the chair facing, where she would normally have sat.

"So, what have you been up to since the last time you were here?" she asked him.

Don thought for a moment before saying, "Not a lot!" He knew that he really didn't need to answer. The simple fact that the use of Sylvia's name earlier had not raised any query had confirmed what he had suspected, that Anna had made it her business to follow his progress since they parted. He wasn't surprised. Though they had never lived together, she had still acted as if she possessed him. Even though he had always made it clear that he was never going to settle down with her, but she had always wanted to know every detail of his life, sniping about every female he spoke to, even in the course of his business. It was this unbridled jealousy that had eventually caused him to finish with her and to move away, cutting all contact. Tonight's phone call was supposedly the first she had heard of him since.

"And did you take your knickers off like I told you?" He knew she would have!

"I don't know why you think I would, so no, I didn't!" She knew what was coming next!

"You know you're going to though, don't you? And you know you want to really!" The direct approach again, it was the one sure way of getting her going at one time. Maybe this time?

"You're very sure of yourself, aren't you? You think I'm really going to fuck you just like that?"

"I think you want to. Go on; take 'em off!"

Anna hesitated, angry with herself for wanting him. But Don knew that the delay was more for effect than for real and waited. Sure enough, after looking hard at him for a long twenty seconds and seeing only a blank face, she raised her behind from the seat, pulled up her skirt and eased her panties down her legs, kicking them away with a look of defiance. She had let her pubic hair grow back. 

"Open your legs and show me your cunt."

She obeyed even more completely than he had really expected, raising her knees as she parted her legs, so that he had a completely unobstructed view of her pussy. It was, he could plainly see, glistening wet!

"Spread yourself, gal, I can't see your clit for your bush"

Again she complied utterly, pulling her legs right back and reaching under them with both hands to hold her labia apart. He couldn't complain about that sight, even her arsehole was on view.

"Anything else you'd like to see, oh mighty one?" She was trying to sound sarcastic, but her shallow breathing and sopping wet cunt showed that really she was only too eager to oblige.

Don smiled, "You might as well strip off and be done with it"

Without hesitation Anna stood and undressed, even 'accidentally' dropping her bra so that she could bend over with her back to him, wanting him to see a rear view of her pussy as well. Now naked before Don had so much as loosened his metaphorical tie, Anna sat back on the settee and opened her legs for him without any prompting. Her belly was, he thought, just a bit more rounded and her breasts were not quite as high, but her dark nipples, always so sensitive to his touch, were just as perky as ever, and just as inviting! She reached between her legs, using just the fingers of one hand to spread her labia this time for her other hand was cupping and gently massaging her left breast.

"Weren't you going to tell me what you've been up to?" Anna reminded him, still displaying herself to him as she spoke.

"Yes, but maybe later. Right now I'm enjoying the show." That was certainly true, especially the way she was playing with her breast, probably unaware of her actions. Don couldn't help but feel randy watching this uninhibited exhibition by his former lover. "Anyway, you tell me, how's your sex life these days?"

"If I say I buy my batteries wholesale, you'll get the drift.

"Still strumming the old guitar then, eh?"

When Anna nodded ruefully he continued, "Then strum it for me now. Let me see how good you've become!"

Anna coloured with embarrassed surprise, but then began gently playing with her clit, 'strumming' it with the first two fingers of her right hand, letting Don watch her masturbate as he had often enjoyed doing before. Her breathing, already shallow, became more pronounced as performing for an audience aroused her further. In the past he would most often have stripped himself and joined in, letting her watch him masturbate at the same time. But this time he simply sat watching her play, apparently just taking in the sight of her wet pussy and busy fingers. 

Then Don had another request. "Use your other hand and finger yourself, I want to see you right up your own cunt."

Once again she submitted to his order without complaint and reaching beneath her raised leg she thrust two fingers deep into herself, pushing them in and out in time with her 'strumming' fingers. So wet was she that her fingers made sucking noises as they slid in and out of her pussy. She knew he could hear them, but she didn't care, somewhere deep inside her an orgasm was making its first stirrings ready to blast her into heaven. 

"Do you still like to get your arse smacked?" Don's question caught her off guard and she nodded automatically. She had forgotten about the games they had played, pretending that she was a naughty schoolgirl needing punishment. Her body hadn't forgotten though. She felt the jolt of adrenalin course through her at the memory of a smarting posterior.

"I've got pretty good at it now, wanna try?" he asked, but already knew the answer to that, as he did to his next question. "It might hurt a bit though, but you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"Just don't mark me" As she said that she realised she wanted him to hurt her, just like he used too – pleasure and pain were combined beautifully under his hands.

"I won't, at least not permanently. But don't stop frigging, you gotta cum first before I can punish you for it!"

He said it as if stating the obvious, and she realised that she had indeed stopped playing, but with her hands still in place and in fact with two fingers buried up to their knuckles in her cunt. She began again, the promise of things to come giving her the extra impetus.

It was not long, a minute, maybe two, before the orgasm struck and she half sat, half lay on her settee, her hips jerking and thrashing at the fingers plunging in and out of her hole, while her other busy fingers were almost a blur working on her clit. She was conscious of Don being seated, seemingly unperturbed, still fully dressed, and still only showing interest by slightly leaning forward towards her, but it didn't put her off, she was too far gone for that, in fact, if anything it added to her excitement! She wasn't going to tell him, but this was her favourite fantasy made real, Don watching her masturbate to take the edge off her own need, before taking her to bed for a long and satisfyingly kinky sex session. Now, as her climax subsided, she lay back on the settee, panting from her exertions, her face glowing with both excitement and anticipation.

"Go to your room, you dirty cow, and wait for me there!" 

Anna rose immediately, heading for the door, knowing that this was going to be a session to remember, even if it had come out of the blue. Don watched her go, still naked, through the hall and start up the stairs before he collected his carrier bag from the kitchen and followed her.

He reached the bedroom he had not set foot in for four years, pushed open the door and entered. Anna sat on the bed looking up at him, eager arousal written across her face, as he collected her old nursing chair and drew it close to the bed before sitting down. 

"I shan't beat about the bush - unless it's yours!" It was an old pun! "You have just displayed yourself like a wanton hussy, and you must be shown the error of your ways. Come here and bend over my knee."

Head hanging in mock contrition Anna came to him, lowering herself across his lap ready for her 'punishment'. Don immediately hooked his leg around hers and grabbed the back of her neck, effectively immobilising her across his knee.

"Are you sorry for acting like a whore?"

"No" Her pretend defiance was rewarded with a genuine smack on her ample buttocks. She gasped from the sudden pain. It was harder than she expected, harder than she remembered, but God it was so nice!

"Let me know when you are." Another smack, a few seconds wait and then another, and another, and a third, a fourth, a fifth. All were delivered hard across her behind, first one cheek then the other. She was gasping from pain and arousal. Her bottom stung and he had barely begun.

"Harder?" he asked.

"Oh, have you started? Then yes, of course harder if you want me to feel it!"

They both knew she was definitely feeling it, her voice was tight with pain, but this sort of banter had been par for the course in 'the old days', and had allowed Anna to control things from 'below'. The knowledge that she had the power to set the level of pain she would receive was part of the turn on for her.

The next time Don's hand descended on Anna's arse cheek it was, as promised, with greater force than before. This time the pain was intense, just on the edge of pleasure. She gritted her teeth and awaited the next, knowing that his eyes must be seeing her reddened cheeks and taking pleasure from the sight. Again a few seconds wait before the next hard smack, and then again and again, each time delivered with similar stinging force after a suspenseful wait of varying lengths. 

"Harder?"

He knew her better than she thought. He knew she could not allow herself to be beaten and would say yes, regardless!

"Yes, please!"

She had not expected that he could hit her harder, but he could! The next blow made her squirm and struggle against his hold in shock at its intensity. But his hold did not slacken and nor did the steady rain of slaps on her behind. She was now taking a severe thrashing, the effect of which was to bring tears to her eyes and lubrication to her cunt. As hard as it was, she was still being aroused by the pain! When he finally stopped she was trapped between relief and disappointment, but she was not to know that it was because his hand was too sore rather than because he thought that she'd had enough!

"Are you going to behave with more decorum now?" He asked.

"Yes, I promise"

"Then get up and go and lie on the bed like a starfish" The obvious contradiction between his order and her promise did not seem to register with her and she did as she was told, climbing painfully onto her bed before spreading both arms and legs towards the corners, a puzzled look on her face. The puzzlement deepened when he turned to pick up a plastic carrier before advancing on the bed.

"My shopping" he said.

Then, from his shopping Don pulled several lengths of this rope and a set of straps, which he promptly set about tying to her wrists and ankles. Anna now realised what was intended, and wondered what this new sensation of being rendered helpless would really be like. She had thought of it before, even fantasized about it, but never had the chance to try it for real – until now, and the anticipation was doing wonders! 

For his part Don was busy making sure that all the straps holding Anna star like across the bed were as tight and secure as possible. He wanted her totally powerless. Having finally secured her to his satisfaction, her picked up his carrier once more and, bringing it into Anna's field of vision, began removing various articles which he placed on the bedside table. First he took out two red alter candles – and lit them. Alongside these he placed a packet of clothes pegs and two tiny 'G' clamps, each about an inch and a half long. These were followed by a vibrating love egg, a large hand held dildo, a tube of lubricating gel, and a black permanent marker pen.

"Don't bother with that lot, just fuck me please!" Anna needed to be fucked, and the need was becoming agony since being rendered so vulnerable and obviously accessible by her bonds. 

"You'll know when I'm going to fuck you – I'll strip off," Don told her bluntly. "But until then I'm going to play with you, so lie back and enjoy!" 

Again Anna experienced both disappointment and anticipation, vaguely thinking what a silly remark that was, as she could do little else but lie back, enjoying it or not!

Picking up one of the two little clamps, Don reached across her body and began to attach it to her right nipple, screwing it shut until the jaws began to bite into her flesh. When the tension in her body and the sharply indrawn breath confirmed to him that the clamp was hurting her, he took the other and began again on her left breast until he reached the same point of pain in both nipples. Satisfied with his handiwork he gave both clamps an extra half turn "Just to be sure you can feel them" he explained, and then attached one of the pegs to her clitoris. Anna was squirming from the pain in three very tender regions, though she didn't feel it as pain, but rather as very intense pleasure, and she wanted more. Already her pussy was becoming wet again and already she was feeling the first tentative signs of approaching orgasm. More pegs followed, clipped to her labia and making a line down each side of her pussy. She was now writhing slightly in agony and ecstasy, the pain just, and only just, the right side of pleasure. Her toes, Don noticed, were curling from the intensity of the sensations and her nails were biting deep into her palms. He was pleased with his work so far.

For several minutes Don sat on the edge of the bed and studied Anna as she coped with her torment, watching her mouth the word 'bastard' at him with a smile on her lips to cancel it's meaning. Then, without warning, he picked up a candle and dribbled the molten wax from it's apex across her breasts. Anna yelped from this sudden additional pain, but then, looking Don straight in the eye she asked, "Again, please!" trying to keep her voice as normal as she could. Don took up the other candle and obliged, this time trailing it across her inner thighs. Again Anna cried out from the hurt, but again she smiled up at him as if he had softly caressed her. Don placed the candles back on the table, gazing for a moment or two at the little lines of red wax droplets, each one solidifying while becoming surrounded by a little circlet of brighter red skin in testimony to its original hot and molten state.

Once more he sat for a few minutes quietly watching her, before taking the dildo from the table and holding up for Anna's inspection. It was realistically shaped, but it was huge, jet black, with exaggerated veins down its shaft, and as hard as rock. Looking at it, Anna was praying that he'd be gentle with it, but at the same time hoping that he wouldn't!

"I don't know why I brought the lubricant, do you? Your hole is gaping enough to take a bloody baseball bat, let alone this vibe, don't you think? 

Her voice was tight from pain, but she replied defiantly. "How the hell do I know, I can't see it from here, can I?"




Revenge



"I'm surprised you can't feel your own juices trickling over your arsehole, your cunt is running like a river!

Don placed the head of the dildo at the entrance to Anna's pussy and proved himself right by sliding it straight in to full depth. Anna gasped, not so much from pain as shock, she had at least expected him to ease it in until she had stretched to accommodate it. Turning it on to maximum, Don began thrusting it in and out of her cunt, its shaft glistening from her juices as he did so. Steadily increasing the speed and depth of the thrusts until he was holding only the base of the dildo and slamming the rest right into her as hard and as fast as he could. As his hand pistoned forward each time he tended to catch the pegs attached each side of her hole, causing them to bite into the sensitive flesh of her labia. This really was combining Anna's favourite feelings of pain and pleasure and it was not long before her second orgasm hit her. This one was even more intense than the first and she strained against her bonds, her body arching off the bed and her head pushing back into her pillow. As each wave of sensations struck Anna cried out, cursing Don for making her wait to be fucked, pleading with him to 'shove your cock up me', demanding that he stop using the dildo, and begging him not to! Eventually her climax passed and she lay back gasping and spent, all pain from the pegs and clamps suddenly abated, and the discomfort from her spanking relegated to memory. And still, she realised, he hadn't so much as taken off his shoes! She could hardly wait for her fucking!

As Anna lay struggling to get her heartbeat and breathing back to something approaching normal, Don leaned over her and began unscrewing the clamps from her nipples, detaching first one and then the other. Removing them proved to be almost as exquisitely painful as attaching them, a surge of agony flowing through each one in turn. He then turned his attention to the ones around her pussy, with similar results, and then finally he took away the one clamped around her clitoris, but not before he had given it a sharp little squeeze as a reminder of its power, making her wince in surprise. 

"Oops! Sorry about that!" He lied. "Never mind, here's something a little gentler to get you in the mood for the real business of the day!" With that Don reached for the 'love egg' from the bedside table and the tube of gel.

Watching him liberally coating the little white plastic egg with lubrication Anna should have expected something different, but she was open mouthed with astonishment to find it slipped neatly and painlessly into her arse. It was done with such dexterity that only when she felt her sphincter muscles close behind it did she fully realise what he had done. Still marvelling that he had reached her anus, let alone inserted anything into it, Anna began to wonder if taking it out would be as easy, but then she felt the egg begin to hum inside her, and she abandoned her concerns to ride on a sea of exquisite sensations. She had used a vibrator in her pussy many, many times, but this was different, a much more subtly erotic feeling. He was right when he had said it was gentler! She hoped he was equally right about it setting the scene for 'the real business of the day', - the fucking that she needed so much!

Anna closed her eyes to enjoy the beautiful vibrations in her rectum, and so she missed seeing Don reach over to pick up a candle once more. She was soon made aware of it though when the first spot of molten wax landed on the skin of her unsuspecting stomach. She jerked from the sudden pain and her eyes sprang wide open so that she saw again the candle in his hand.

"Oh no, Don, no more!" From the look in his eyes she realised with a shock that he was more intent on giving pain rather than pleasure, and the evening suddenly took a sinister turn!

"Oh yes, Anna, yes!" His voice seemed suddenly cold and mocking.

Don slowly and deliberately allowed little drops of wax to land on her belly one at a time. Steadily he worked his way across her abdomen left to right and top to bottom, oblivious to Anna's pleas for him to stop and uncaring of the pain she was now enduring instead of enjoying. When he had finished he set the candle back on the table with its partner, blew them both out and turned back to study his handiwork. With tears starting to well from her eyes Anna let out a long breath and waited helplessly to see what he had in store next, her passion having vanished along with her trust in him. She was deeply regretting allowing him to bind her in this way.

His next action seemed ridiculous in the circumstances. Picking up the marker pen he wrote a few quick words on her belly and replaced it on the table. Puzzled and somewhat worried, Anna strained to see what he had written, but her breasts and her bonds conspired to thwart her. Seeing what she was trying to do Don went across to her dressing table, picked up her mirror and brought it to the bed, angling it so that she might see his words.

For a few seconds she couldn't make sense of it, reversed by the mirror, but then with a shock she realised the wax droplets completed the phrase. It read, 'I AM A WHORE', the last word written in red wax! Shock, confusion, dismay, and hurt chased each other across her face as she looked up at Don for explanation, at last realising through her tears that he had no intention of having sex with her, but had just used her weakness to his own ends. But what ends were they?

Don had no qualms about explaining! But before he did so he reached once more into his bag and drew out a digital camera, with which he proceeded to take a series of photographs of Anna in her undignified state. General views were followed by close ups of the words across her stomach, her face, her cunt, and even of the little wire still disappearing into her anus. His photography completed Don replaced the camera in the bag, collected up the candles, lubricant and dildo and put them with it and began his explanation.

"You can keep the egg, it might help on cold nights, and I don't expect to need those straps anymore, so you can have them too. Oh, and you can have this as well." He fixed one of his clamps over her clit, screwing it tightly enough to that most sensitive of buttons to bring a cry of pain! "But, if you ever do again what you have done to me recently, just remember that I have these pictures and I'm very happy to post them all over the World Wide Web and on every notice board in this town and beyond! You thought you could interfere in my life, cause me grief by turning my partner against me. You thought you could cause me pain, well you were wrong! Do it again and I can, and will, cause you grief" 

He looked at her with cold contempt on his face. She looked back with confusion and fear close to panic on hers, and began to pull on her restraints as if they would now magically set her free.

He began again with sarcasm. "Just in case you don't remember. You spoke to a lady named Rita about my relationship with Sylvia and my supposedly ongoing relationship with you! 

You were 'surprised' to discover both of you knew me, and you told her how friendly we were. I fact you told her, "confidentially, because you didn't want to cause me any difficulty" how you and I still slept together "at least once a week, and that I preferred your lovemaking to Sylvia's. You also told her that your hold on me was so strong that one 'phone call would have me in your bed 'any time you wanted'! Well, it seems from tonight's evidence that you got things arse about, eh? I would say that you are far more at my beck and call than I am at yours!" 

"Oh, and you knew, though you pretended not to, that Rita is Sylvia's best buddy and would obviously talk to her friend. Fortunately, neither Rita nor Sylvia is as blindly jealous as you, so you didn't do the harm you intended! I also know that was only the latest in a long series of dirty underhand little stunts you've pulled trying to break us up. Anonymous letters and 'phone calls, telling Sylvia that I was playing around behind her back. You've been trying ever since she and I got together, though God knows why! You must have known we weren't ever getting back together! This time you're caught out!" 

"Fortunately my relationship with Sylvia is based on mutual trust, and it's far stronger and healthier than you could ever believe, so you won't ever succeed in splitting us. And if you want to try again, remember your pics! Tonight is by way of teaching you a much needed lesson. Take it from me, I have absolutely no intention of ever fucking you again, no intention of ever speaking to you again, and certainly no intention of two timing a lady like Sylvia with a slut like you. And now I'm off, Goodbye! .... Oh, and just so as you know - Sylvia knows I'm here tonight, so you can't cause any problems through that!"

Don turned away as if to leave, but turned back at Anna's panic stricken wail! "Don't worry, I'll give your sister a call and tell her to come around and set you free – in an hour or so. By then your clit should be sore enough to stop you strumming for a day or two! And before either of you thinks of causing me trouble, remember your pics. And finally, true to the old spy films, there's a tape recorder in this bag, so you can't claim I forced you"

He turned away again and began down the stairs, not even looking back once at the naked, sobbing, and humiliated woman tied to her lonely bed.

....................................



Revenge



She had come home and, as expected, he was kneeling naked on the floor. Ready to do her bidding. Was he to be punished or to administer solace? He never knew; he could only hope. He watched as she slipped off the dress that clung to her curvaceous figure. God how he loved her body. How it turned him on. He felt his erection grow and hoped he would not be punished for such a natural feeling. Now, naked, she took a rubber corset from the wardrobe. The corset was black and signified not only her power but also the way that she liked to accentuate her beautiful body. She knew that he loved both in her and she loved to have the power over him in both of these ways. She lay back on the bed. He knew what she expected; massage, the relaxation of taut muscles, the relief of any ache that she cared to mention. What she did not expect was to suddenly feel him on top of her and pinning her to the bed.

He held her firmly down with his body. She struggled underneath him but he pushed her hard against the bed. Reaching up to the head board he slid two lengths of scarf that had been dangling unseen behind the bed. Swiftly he tied her, ignoring her threats as he tied the scarves tight around her wrists. Now, held to the bed, he eased off her body and reached into one of the drawers beside the bed. Repeatedly she told him what she would do to him when he released her. She ordered him to untie her immediately but he ignored her. He knew he would have to pay for this...but that would be later...much, much later.

Knowing that he had to take further control of the situation he waited until she was screaming at him, her head raised from the bed. As she did so he slipped the inflatable ball gag into her mouth. It silenced her immediately but she started to push it out with her tongue. He pushed a hand against her mouth to keep the gag in and started to pump the inflating ball. As the gag filled her mouth all she could do was make a few noises in her throat. He enjoyed the power, enjoyed the sight of her helpless body...but the fact that he had done this and the wrath that she would show when she was released scared him. Yet even that excited him and he relished the thought of the way that she would abuse him for this misdemeanour.

Suddenly he felt a foot against him, pushing him away and he realised that she was not totally helpless. He slipped from the bed and reached under the mattress at the foot of the bed. Grabbing a writhing leg he wrapped a scarf around it, pulling her leg wide and then tying the knot tight. He repeated this for her other leg. Finally he stood back.

His Mistress lay before him, venom in her eyes but totally helpless. He watched her full breasts heave inside her rubber corset. He loved to look at her and relished her body; normally he could only look when she said that he could and even furtive glances were punished hard. Now he could look all that he wanted and he trailed his eyes down her beautiful body. The shape of her breasts, the smooth skin, her mound trapped inside the high cut rubber corset. He imagined her pussy lips underneath the tight clothing, hoping that it would soon be wet and sliding against the smooth rubber. The sight and thoughts aroused him and he slipped his hand slowly up and down his hard shaft, masturbating slowly in front of her. All she could do was look and, although she could do nothing and her anger was still high, her body responded and her pussy became a little wet, her breathing a little deeper and her nipples a little hard.

Wanting to feel her skin he reached down and trailed fingers along the inside of her thigh. The smooth skin trembled beneath his hand and he stroked up and down, gently, slowly. Knowing what a sexual woman she was he was sure that her body was responding to his touch and he had to remind himself that this was his time. His game. He bent his head, kissing her thighs and trailing his tongue down towards her feet. Slowly, slowly he moved down to her feet and started to suck her toes. He sucked each one into his mouth, relishing the fact that he did not have to rush or move to her whims. The timetable was his and he wanted to savour the moments.

Naked, he stood and watched her again and smiled, but only to himself, when he saw the wetness around the crotch of her rubber outfit. He knew how much affect he was having by teasing her this way and he wanted to make it good for them both,

Again he reached into the drawers by the bed and took out some white panties. He smiled to her as he drew them gently across her face. These where her favourites; little did she know that they were his favourites as well. A lacey white top followed along with flimsy white stockings and a white suspender belt. Slowly he dressed himself, sliding the panties up his smooth legs. He knew she liked to watch him and he also knew how she liked to have him don them in a girl-like manner. He tried his best, dressing as though his body were as feminine and curvaceous as hers. At last he straightened up, the tight top a little too small so that it accentuated his breasts. His nipples stood hard against the lace bra cups and the rest of the top hugged the sides of his diaphragm. His panties hugged his ass tight and fitted snugly against his clit. The suspenders stretched tight over his thighs and he could see her eyes travel down the length of his smooth legs.

He sat astride his Mistresses' body. He ensured that her head was raised on the pillows so that she could see properly. His hands slid over his body from his thighs, over his hips and waist, over his breasts. His eyes half closed as his hands stroked his taut and sensitive nipples. He loved the touch, this time gentle and tender rather than his Mistresses' punishing fingers; neither touch was disliked but this was a time for gentleness. His fingers rose to his neck, his head bent back, for all the world like a posing Hollywood star. His hand slipped inside his small top and he gasped as he caressed one of his nipples. The other hand started to rub his hardening clit inside his panties. He loved to perform for Her and he rarely had the chance but, for the moment, he was lost in a world that allowed the exhibitionist in him to escape.

Standing again he stood and slid his panties down his legs. His clit was large and rock hard and, back on the bed, he stroked it against her cheek, a dribble of precum leaving a trail over her face. This time, however, he sat astride her with his ass towards her face. Reaching over to the drawers he took a tube of jelly and, knowing that she could see everything that he did, he put some on his finger. The he reached behind him and, lubing the entrance of his ass, he slid the finger slowly inside himself. He lowered his head so that it rested on the crotch of her corset and he knew his ass was rising higher. His eyes closed as he felt his finger sliding in and out, ever so slowly, and he moved his head so that she could feel his hot breath on the tops of her wet thighs. He felt her hips move underneath him as though she were trying to push herself against his head and he knew how much she loved to see his pussy being fucked.

Realising that the enjoyment had to be shared he slid his finger from his pussy. He missed the feeling inside his pussy and ached for more; he knew that he would get it. He reached down and back and a large, black dildo came into view, now in his hand. He waved it a little to ensure that she could she it, the full length and breadth of it. He knew that she would want it in her hand, to play with it, to tease him and humiliate him with it. This time, though, he controlled it. He slid the round, blunt head against his slick ass; lubing it, making it ready for his pussy, making it ready for her eyes. He pushed it and, as he did, she saw the lips of his pussy start to widen. He gasped as he felt the hardness start to push into him. As he pushed harder he wanted it more, ached for it, wanted to feel the cock fill him. He closed his eyes and felt the man whose cock it was hold his hips and thrust deeper into him. In a daze of ambivalence he pushed, harder and harder, the black cock slid further into him and his tight pussy welcomed it. At last the hardness was completely inside him, as deep as he could push it. His pussy was tight; tight against the rock hard cock and he slid it, almost all the way out and then back in again. Out and in, filling himself up. His eyes closed and he moaned as the cock fucked his pussy. He loved it, ached for it, welcomed it. His clit was so, so hard and he rubbed it hard, wanking himself in front of her as his cunt was stretched with the dildo.

Her hips pushed up as she tried to elicit some relief from him. He understood her frustration for she has put him through it time and again. Benevolently he pressed his face against her crotch, pushing himself against her so that it rendered her a little satisfaction but not nearly enough; her pussy was enclosed in the rubber and the thin, tight material blocked any more than the slightest of pleasures. He heard the moans build in her throat and he decided that it was time to stop the tease. Slowly he slid the dildo from his cunt, leaving a wide, gaping hole which he knew her eyes would feast upon. He knew that she wanted to explore his wide open pussy and, much as he wanted her to, he wanted to keep this rare moment of control.

Swiftly he turned and deflated the gag but, far from leaving her to talk he replaced the gag with the dildo which he had slid out from himself. He held it in place and, winding tape around it he then drew the tape around the back of her neck to hold it in place. The dildo, formerly embedded in his cunt, was now firmly held in her mouth. He drew his hands down her body and, with them, he drew down the second skin of her corset, folding it down her body to expose her breasts. They were full and the nipples were hard. He lowered his head to take them into his mouth, one at a time, sucking them deep like a baby, gorging on her breasts. He loved her breasts and was never given enough time to pay attention to them. He did not resent this; he loved the fact that she gave him just enough to keep him wanting more - the mark of a true Mistress. But now he could fondle them, caress them, suck and tease them all that he wanted. Her body moved, writhing, she wanted so much more but he meant to pleasure and tease her for the longest time. Moving up he kissed and sucked at her neck, his hand teasing her nipples and gripping her breasts in turn. Suddenly she feels a sharp pain as he squeezes her nipple hard. His other hand pinches her other nipple and he pulls at them both. She squeals through the gag but is powerless to do more. He watches her eyes, checking to see that the pain he causes is that that brinks on pleasure and not on discomfort. Her eyes half close and he understands the pleasure that is coursing through her body.

His fingers are replaced with the cold feel of steel. She feels the grip tighten as he screws the little devices tight onto her nipples. Again he watches and tightens the nipple clamps as much as he dares. A chain then joins the two clamps and each is then adorned with a small weight. She is puzzled by this as the weight just rests on her ribcage. She will understand...but later.

She feels hands at her crotch and the poppers are pulled apart on the corset. She feels cool air on her pussy and it sends her wild to know that her wet sex is now exposed. Abandoning all thoughts of being a dominatrix and of anger she is desperate to have the thirst in her pussy quenched. Her hips buck, trying to greet his hand, face, cock or anything with her cunt. He is eager to please and, kneeling between her legs, he lowers his head to her wet hole. He starts to lick, slowly. Very, very slowly. She moans and tries to push her sex up towards his face but he keeps a distance and follows his own timetable. She is aching, desperate for the touch of his tongue, for the rapturous orgasm that she knows must now engulf her. As though repaying a debt he starts to tease; he licks, slowly and gently, inciting even more excitement in her pussy. Her body tightens as she urges it to cum. But still he keeps on relentlessly licking, so, so gently. Each lick sends excitement through her body but not enough to make her cum. Over and over he licks, drinking in her body fluid; he knows how excited she is by the amount of wetness that he drinks from her cunt. This is the way he wants her - excited but frustrated. 

After what seemed to her to be an eternity, he stopped licking. He slid over her body and kissed her around the dildo in her mouth so that she could smell the wetness from her pussy. As he did she felt one of his fingers slide inside her. In and out slid the fake cock, enticing her cunt to produce even more wetness but not enough to make her orgasm. Once again he reached over her. Out of her vision he took something from the draw and then she felt her cunt filled by a large, flexible jelly-cock. She felt its ridges inside her, exciting the walls of her vagina. He kept pushing and the dildo slid further and further, deep inside her. He took his hand away but the dildo was embedded firmly inside her. He whispered in her ear; "Want it?" her eyes widened and she moaned. "Well if you do...you have to fuck it!" He watched her as her hips continued to move, trying to push against the dildo that, of course, moved with her. He teased her by kneeling beside her and slowly wanking his clit in front of her, touching his nipples and sending ripples of ecstacy through his body as he slowly manipulated them. Her ass was raised off the bed and her thighs were tight, keeping the dildo inside herself. Her eyes were on him as he wanked in front of her but her feelings were emanating from her hot cunt. Frustration made her move every possible inch of her body but she could not get enough grip from her wet pussy on the dildo to bring the satisfaction that she required. He had counted on this and watched her, excited, loving the every move of her body, the hardness of her nipples, the flowing movement of her breasts and the push of her ass to try and grasp the dildo harder.

Suddenly, seeing her movements become more intense he reached and swapped the tie-points of her bonds at the head of the bed. Now they crossed above her head and he untied her feet. She immediately crossed her legs so that she could bring more, needed pressure to bear on the dildo inside her but his final movement was to push her thighs apart and slide the dildo from inside her. She squealed in frustration but he ignored the sound and then rolled her over onto her tummy. With her hands still tied she started to pull herself up by her bonds to attempt to get rid of them but, as she did so, she had to pull her knees under her. The first thing that happened was she had the sudden shock of the weights attached to the clamps dropping downwards. A sudden pain and a throbbing pull extended through her breasts. The second thing was that he knelt behind her and pushed his stiff clit into her hot, soaking wet cunt. She squealed through the gag in surprise as his thick hardness rammed into her. It was sudden and un-gentle and took her by surprise. He had never fucked her in this way before, even with permission. Her nipples burned with a pain that just accentuated the feelings through her body, her cunt was filled with his hardness, her hands were tied and her mouth filled with cock as a blazing wave of orgasm swept through her. Feeling her cum he ripped his cock from her cunt, giving her no time to appreciate the pleasure of her orgasm, and then thrust it immediately into her tight, unsuspecting ass. Wet with sweat and with his member covered in her slickness she felt it drive past her tight sphincter, filling her and splitting her apart in a wonderful wave of pleasure and pain. At the same time his hand reached around her and played with her swollen clit as he fucked her ass as though he was raping a virgin...in a way he was and, with this in mind, he came with her; his clit sending waves of hot spunk into her ass as his fingers frigged her sopping wet hole and hard clit. She screamed as she came and her legs gave way. After a while he pulled out of her ass, drawing with his member a thin bead of white spunk. He located a camera and took picture after picture of his Mistress, tied with a dildo taped in her mouth and spunk dribbling from her ass. He spread her legs and took close up pictures of her gaping and wet pussy and then, again on all fours, he took pictures of the weights dangling from her breasts.

He knew he would soon have to release her but he hoped that, for a price, he may be able to keep the pictures. He thought he might for he felt he saw just the faintest glimmer of a smile in her eyes.



Revenge



The door was locked, but Becky pulled her key out of her purse and shoved it into the deadbolt. Then she turned the doorknob, rushing inside. Her free hand pulled Russo in with her, and she slammed him back against the door, lathering him with wet kisses. 

He smelled so good, so delicious. And his dark and exotic skin was so smooth and inviting.

She pretty well had to bite the bait when she saw him at her favorite nightclub a half hour ago. Russo was new in town and dangling his worm for all the women to see at one of the more posh clubs downtown. And Becky was not a shy girl, by any means. And seeing the dark Native American man doing his thing on the strobe-lit dance floor had been just what she had needed to see to perk up an otherwise dull night. 

Russo was part Italian, Becky had found out later in the elevator. That would account for his swagger-like smile and confident strut. But it was his native blood that made him most attractive. 

He had dark hair, long and sleek and shining, that he pulled back in a leather thong behind his neck. He had that incredible brown skin that bore just a hint of red to it, skin that was smooth and soft looking, not greasy in the least like some dark men. Russo didn't appear to sweat as he jived around the dance floor, grinding and bumping with various hopeful one-night-stand types. His huge barrel chest was muscular, his shoulders noticeably knotted, his thighs large and sturdy. And he would let the girls around him touch his stomach, a true sign of arrogance. Russo would let them pull up his tight black T-shirt and run their far-too-long nails over his rippling six-pack. 

Watching the young stud, Becky decided she'd had enough. 

He thinks he's got it good now, she thought to herself. Wait till he gets a load of what I have in mind for him. 

A smile curved one side of Becky's ruby-painted mouth, and she stood up from her stool. The regular circle of friends around her chuckled, watching her, knowing that predatory look in her eyes. Rebecca Jonnson had singled out her prey for the night, and whoever he might be, he was as good as dead. 

Carefully, purposefully, Becky picked her way through the thronging masses as they jumped and bounced to a deep bass beat. Her eyes never left the tall man she had been watching. 

And before she reached him, Russo saw her coming. And he did not flee. And he did not cower. He grinned. 

The fool, Becky thought as she neared him. 

Russo had slanted eyes, like those of a panther, very light brown to the point of being almost golden. Becky kept her smile small, her own blue eyes amused as Russo matched her gaze. 

He felt wanted, in control and empowered by the obvious desire this very beautiful and sophisticated woman approaching him. He could not have been more wrong. Becky leaned forward, letting the man whiff her heady perfume as she whispered into his ear. 

"You know what I would really like to do right now?" 

That was all she needed to say. Russo was nodding, drooling, and completely forgetting whoever he had come here with and whoever he had intended to leave with. Walking towards the door, Becky didn't even look back to see if Russo was following her. She knew he would be there, like a bloodhound on the hunt. Or more like a shark desperately following a false trail of chum. 

Becky was a shark hunter. 

As she walked out the door and into a nearby waiting cab, her friends winked and nudged each other. They likely wouldn't see that new guy around again. Once Becky put her claws into someone, they never lasted long. And they didn't usually dare show their faces anywhere that Becky might be. 

The cab ride was boring for Becky, although she was beginning to feel the stirrings of hunger and lust in her belly. Russo introduced himself as a young artist on the rise, taking regular classes by day and posing in the nude most nights for the community college nearby this part of town. Becky nodded but mostly looked out the window. She hated small talk. Meat was for eating, and she didn't like frivolities or falsities. 

At last the cab pulled up in front of the right apartment building. Becky paid the driver before Russo could open his wallet, and helped herself out of the cab. Russo tumbled out eagerly after her, his eyes locking on the sway of her hips in her tight white dress. Where the doorman usually stood, Becky paused for a moment. The old man who was paid to let tenants in and out of the building was likely going to the bathroom. He took frequent breaks all night long. 

That couldn't be more perfect, Becky thought, letting herself inside. 

And then the elevator ride, and Russo's questing hands. Then the door. And then her attack. 

She covered his perfectly shaped mouth with her own, kissing him deeply. Russo's hands molded over her hips, beginning to lift her tight dress up over her ass. 

"No," Becky whispered, pulling back and looking into Russo's lion-like gaze. "Not here. Come with me. Come..." 

Taking the tall man by the hand, Becky led him to the back hall. She passed by the first two rooms, both of which held only office computers and work desks. They were the rooms of the rich and the motivated, and they weren't what she was looking for. 

"Here," she said to Russo, opening the last door and pulling him inside. 

The bedroom was incredibly lavish, very classy, and very erotic. Large Venetian blinds covered a wall that was entirely made of windows going from ceiling to floor. When Becky opened them up, all that Russo could see was his reflection in the light of several well-placed boudoir lamps, and the night beyond. Another wall was made of mirrors, likely hiding valuable closet space. And in the center of the room was a large white bed. It had no head board, no posts, no obvious railings. All Russo could see was a pristine white duvet, crisp starched sheets, and an occasional lump caused by a pillow. 

"This is an incredible room!" he exclaimed.

"It gets better," Becky said quietly, grinning. 

She reached into a small bureau near the door and pulled out a remote control. A panel on one of the remaining walls slid away and revealed a large television screen. Becky pressed another button, and the screen lit up. It was a scene of the bedroom, and when Russo looked around, he could see the camera hanging from the ceiling just above the monitor. His eyes followed the almost hidden electric cords from the camera to a recorder beneath the monitor, and he gulped. 

"No way," he said. "I am not going to make a film here. You're a beautiful lady, but there's no way I'm going to do that!" 

"No no, silly," Becky said soothingly. "Look, there's no tape in the VCR. See? I don't want to make a movie with you. I just want you to have the chance of seeing yourself...enjoying me..." 

With that, Becky backed up and away from Russo, slowly peeling her clothing from her body. The white dress slipped from her shoulders when she undid the fastenings on the bodice. Her round white breasts were exposed now, the dark nipples bunched up and tight in the cool air of the bedroom. Lower, the dress went lower. And soon Becky was naked in front of the windows. 

Russo could see the reflection of her perfect ass in the glass behind her. For a moment, he wondered who else out there could see it. Who knew what kind of perverts lived in the nearby buildings, and who knew what they would see? 

But Becky was laying herself out on the bed now, her creamy thighs spreading slightly. Russo could see a flash of pink showing from in the midst of her dark curls, and he licked his lips. 

"Got anything to drink?" he asked, realizing how parched his throat suddenly was. 

"Over there, in that cabinet." 

Becky pointed, rolling onto her stomach. And Russo walked over to the cabinet. Inside he found an expensive bottle of champagne. And in an attached bar fridge there was a cloth bag with crushed ice inside. Nearby on the floor was the perfect champagne bucket. Russo set it up, trying to work out what he would do next. 

"Glasses are over here," Becky said. 

And Russo noted how seductive her voice sounded. He turned to look at her, letting the opened bottle breathe a moment in the ice bucket. 

"Unless," she said softly, "you wanted to drink it a different way..." 

Something about her position now made Russo's mind reel with ideas. 

Becky was a beautiful woman, not athletic by any means, but so slender. She curved in all the right places, and laying naked on the white duvet, Russo could see so many possibilities. A dip here, a bowl there, he thought as the young woman rolled over onto her back. Her eyes never left his and he could feel the suggestions brimming from Becky. Russo could not resist. 

Slowly, he moved forward, chilled bottle in hand. He put a knee on the bed, and Becky slid her body around, her head away from him, her knees near to his side of the bed. The young man gulped, not knowing where to begin. But as if seeing his indecision, Becky stretched her arms out above her head, her long and chocolate brown hair hanging in soft waves to the floor. Her neck and back were arched, leaving her stomach a flat hollowed bowl. Russo lowered the mouth of the bottle, watching as Becky's skin prickled up as the cold liquid splashed over her navel. 

"Don't worry about making a mess in this room," she smiled, her voice golden and purring. 

Russo put the bottle on the floor, safely away from the bed, and carefully leaned over Becky. 

"You should remove your shirt," she suggested quietly. 

So Russo did. Becky smiled, seeing herself reflected in the mirrored glass doors of the wall near her, watching as Russo's mouth dipped down to her flesh. Champagne drunk from Becky's belly tasted more divine than anything Russo had ever imagined. And without reservation, he moved lower. 

The young man parted Becky's thighs, lifting her legs up over his shoulders as his mouth sought her wet pussy. Champagne dripped from his lips onto her clitoris, and he suckled it, hungrily. He was a man starved, having suddenly found the nectar of the gods. And he was determined to have more. 

Russo picked up the bottle and Becky closed her eyes, shivering in anticipation. The man placed his long, flat tongue against Becky's skin, just beneath her aching hole. Then, he carefully poured more champagne over her pubis, catching it on his tongue as it rushed over her hardening clitoris and between her pussy lips. Golden liquid poured into his mouth, and he moaned. Becky moaned in unison with him as he moved his tongue deeper inside her. She could feel the bubbles fizzling within her walls as his tongue delved deeper and deeper. 

Becky writhed, letting Russo enjoy this moment, letting herself enjoy it far too much. Then, before she climaxed, she pushed his head away. 

"Do more," she urged, turning over onto her stomach, watching the mirrors. 

Russo noticed where her eyes were, and grinned at her with his reflection. Of his own accord, he stood and began to unbuckle his tight jeans. When he dropped them to the ground, Becky moaned. Russo was hard, a very big and thick eight inches or more of cock flesh jutting from his hips. And his brown skin ran everywhere, showing no tan lines. 

He picked up the bottle again, feeling Becky watching his every move in the mirrors. Slowly, painfully slowly, he raised the bottle high up in the air, letting it splash down on Becky's dipped spine. 

"Oh!" she moaned, forcing herself not to pull away. 

Russo put a hand on either side of the spread-out woman and lowered his mouth to her back, lapping up the champagne that had managed to remain. He licked down to her buttocks, flicking over the few drops that had splashed down onto Becky's divine derriere. Then he moved up, licking his way to her neck as he pressed his cock between her thighs. 

"I'll help you," she whispered, and she pushed herself up onto her hands and knees. Russo rose with her, holding her hips between his big slender fingers. Becky watched him watching her body, and gave herself a little shake, making her bottom move against his hard groin. 

He had a very perfect cock, she thought. Then he was thrusting it into her, diving deep into her folds, plunging against her walls. Becky moaned, closing her eyes in pleasure and delight. Then she opened them, looking in the mirrors. 

Russo's face was contorted into a tight grimace. The ordeal of licking champagne from Becky had been too much for him. He was harder than he could remember in a long time. And he couldn't help but buck and thrust and fuck into that warm, dark champagne-flavored pussy. Becky loved doing that to men, putting them beyond their own limits of self control. 

She watched now as he grimaced, watched him making porno faces without realizing it. Russo was really into this, enjoying the tight pussy around him, enjoying the scent of champagne all around the room now. Champagne and sex. 

But before he could cum, Becky pulled away. She turned and looked up at him, her eyes almost pleading. 

"Let me drink now," she said coyly. 

Russo gulped. He couldn't believe this. How could one new kid on the block get so damned lucky, so fast? He nodded and Becky reached forward for the champagne bottle. Smiling slyly, she glanced at the date, something Russo hadn't noticed. The label was peeling off from the moisture, but the date could still be clearly seen. 1883. A rare and vintage year that any collector of French champagnes would pay very well to have. 

Oh well, Becky thought mirthfully as she pushed Russo back slightly. Russo's stomach was rippling, and Becky had to pour slowly to make sure the champagne didn't fly off of the rippling brown skin too fast. Carefully, she moved her mouth until it was just beneath the head of Russo's cock. Then she stuck out her tongue much as he had earlier. And then, she poured. 

Russo watched in the mirror, his mouth agape as the liquid poured down his stomach, down his lower abdomen, down his cock, and into Becky's mouth. A trail of nectar, lust and elegance wrapped in a bottle. 

Becky poured for only a few seconds, wetting her tongue with the expensive and rare drink. Then she dropped the bottle in a very nonchalant manner and let it roll off the bed and onto the floor, the last of its treasures lost to the thick carpeting. She returned to paying very lavish attention to Russo's waiting cock. 

"Mmmm," she moaned around his flesh, sucking him deeply inside. 

"Fuck, that feels so good!" Russo exclaimed as Becky's tongue ran willy-nilly over him while he was buried inside her mouth. 

And Becky turned her head sly, looking at the mirrors. And she winked, something Russo didn't see. 

Becky sucked and sucked, quickly bobbing her head up and down on Russo's hard rod. He couldn't hold back anymore, it had all been too much. And without warning, he exploded into Becky's mouth. 

She pulled back, but not without catching a large gulp on her tongue. As Russo sank exhausted to the bed, moaning and groaning in satisfaction, Becky turned as if to get dressed or to grab the bottle. But really, she looked at the mirror, and winked again, opening her mouth to show what she had stored there. Then she swallowed and stood up. 

"I've got to have a shower," she said, trying not to yawn. 

"Sure, sure," Russo mumbled. "Mind if I lay here a bit? I'm...exhausted..." 

"Not at all." 

Becky grinned, watching as Russo wrapped himself up in the very expensive blankets and sheets and promptly fell asleep. After her shower, she put her white dress back on, quietly. Then she stood near the bed. The man was quite asleep, his long dark hair splayed out in a shadowy halo over the bed's edge. Becky smiled and shrugged. 

What a waste, she thought to herself as she pulled the blinds closed against the coming of the sun. An alarm clock nearby said in digital red letters that it was almost seven in the morning. She needed to head out of here, and fast. 

Carefully she opened the closet, reaching in and pressing a few buttons on a machine inside. She removed a new tape from a box and put it into a second machine, then pressed some more buttons, recording the contents of one onto the other. Then she took one copy and closed the closet door. 

She smiled once more at Russo. 

"Poor guy. Oh well, be seeing you!" 

She walked out, locking the door behind her as she left but slipping the key under the door. It would naturally slide under the mat there, and go unnoticed by Mark, the man who lived at the apartment now. 

Becky couldn't help but chuckle all the way downstairs in the elevator. And when the day shift doorman saw her walking out, he reached out a hand. 

"Miss, I was told not to let you in here anymore!" 

"You aren't letting me in," she responded, patting his cheek. "You're letting me out." 

And with that, Becky sashayed down the street. 

Mark would come home soon from his trip to Bermuda, on which he had surely taken his latest little trollop. He would walk in the door and not notice until too late that there was a large Indian sleeping in his now totally destroyed bed. He would eventually find the tape in the closet VCR that Becky had set up some time ago. And he would realize that not only had she recorded the night's events and left him a copy for his viewing pleasure, she had probably recorded quite a few nights of Mark playing hooky while Becky was at work. 

Revenge is a dish best served cold, some said. 

Becky felt it was best served with champagne. 



Revenge



She sees him sitting across from her. The most gorgeous hunk of man she's seen in eons. He catches her eye knows she's looking. Knows she's wanting. He grins at her. She blushes and turns her head away. He chuckles softly. She steals a quick glance at him through the long strands of black hair that have fallen over her face - every part of him inviting her as he reads over his paper. She glances around and is overjoyed to see they are all alone in the subway car. She sighs deeply.

"Carpe' Diem," she whispers to herself as she stands and crosses the car to where he is sitting. She stands by him for a moment. He glances up at her and smiles. She can only muster up the nerve to keep staring at him, her dark blue eyes burning into his brown. She takes a deep breath as his smile fades. She longs for him to kiss her. Instead he shakes his head and goes back to reading his paper. Taking another deep breath, she goes down onto her knees in front of him. I can't believe I'm doing this, she thinks to herself as she gently slides her hands up under his paper and onto his knees. She slowly spreads his legs apart. He looks at her, more than a little amused and sets his paper aside. Her hands trembling, she inches up and undoes his pants, sliding them down to his knees. She reaches up, strokes him through his boxers, and then removes those as well.

He smirks. She's practically begging for it he thinks to himself. Slowly she lowers her mouth around him. He lets out a moan. Her mouth was incredible! Her tongue licking up and down his whole shaft as she sucked him up into her mouth - his cock became so hard he thought it might break. He reaches up and strokes her hair. After a few minutes, he stops her. Pulling her in for a kiss he whispers, "I'm married."

"I know," she says, brushing the ring on his finger. She pulls away from his face before her lips can even graze his and goes back down on him. He can't believe how close he is to coming already. He's more than a little disappointed as she pulls away again. She stands up and it takes his dazed mind a moment to realize she is removing her red, lace panties. She places her hands on his shoulders and pivots him so is laying across the seat. She straddles him and begins bobbing up and down. Oh god, does he feel incredible inside of her! She is so tight, and wet -- he thinks for a moment that she feels almost virginal. She begins moving faster and faster, moaning louder and louder. She feels herself about to explode. She pulls off of him and moves into a 69. She feels his tongue pushing against her clit, feel his teeth as he nibbles. She doesn't care; all she knows is she near her climax. She thrusts her pelvis against his faces as she orgasms, hard and loud. She feels him about to finish. Knows he's at the top of his excitement, knows it's time to feed.

As she feels him swell almost to the breaking point, she rears back her head, exposing her true identity. As she lowers her lips back to him, she digs in her teeth, biting it off with hardly an effort. His pain is far more exciting than his pleasure. She spits it across the car. Lowering her head back to the now open and gushing wound, she feeds. His taste is exquisite. Horny, drunken assholes always have a pleasing flavor. Her pelvis, still thrusting hard against his face, muffles his screams of pain. His pain couple with the beautiful, crimson liquid now flowing serenely through her veins, brings her to a second orgasm. As she feels the last gasps of life escape him, she chuckles as he did earlier. She loves the delicate irony of it all.

She stands up and replaces her panties. Surveying the body, she decides he looks too dignified for what he deserves. On a moment's inspiration, she rips off his testicles and stuffs them in his mouth, frozen forever in his scream of pain and terror. She laughs at the scene. She searches the floor and finds his dismembered member. Removing the paper from under his body she looks at the story he had been so engrossed in.

"Plant Case Dismissed Today to Due Evidence," read the headline. Underneath was a story about a Mr. Harold Plant, accused of brutally raping and beating to death a fifteen-year-old girl and released. "The case against Mr. Harold Plant was dropped today after his attorney brought to light a mistake made by the police who collected the evidence," said the paper. In other words, he had an expensive as all fuck lawyer who managed to say the cops botched something and he literally got away with murder. She knew Mr. Plant had been accused of child molestation before, even knew one of his victims, but each time they was not enough proof and he got away. Now, the one time it could be proven, he still walked. She couldn't have it. She read the description in the paper of the girl's death. How she had been tied with bungee cords. How he had knocked almost all her teeth out with his repeated blows from his fists. How traces of his semen had been found in every orifice of her body. How she must have been subjected to hours of torture before he finally killed her. And how, due to one piece of evidence being collected wrong, the whole case was dismissed. She closes her eyes for a minute and sees the whole thing play out in her head as though she had been there. A few tears begin to roll down her cheeks and she feels the girl's pay. 

She glances at the picture next to the article. "Doesn't do you justice Harold," she says with a bitter grin. "You don't come across as being the true assmunch you are."

She wraps his severed penis in the paper and lays it next to his body, ponders shoving it in his ass for a moment. She sighs, trying not to think about that poor girl as she walks to the next car, knowing it's necessary now to put as much distance as possible between herself and the body before the car stops, wishing she could have done more.

Less than five minutes later, she's stepping off the subway and listening to the screams of a woman who entered the car and found Harold's mess. She stops and pretends to be a concerned onlooker for a moment, then continues on out. She steps out of the tunnel; she looks up at the starless sky. For a moment, she thinks she sees a young girl smiling back at her and waving, then it's gone.

"Sleep now Lizzie," she says, fighting back the tears. "Sleep now."

The vampire disappears into the night, followed by the sound of sirens - the sweet music of the night, and revenge. 



Revenge



I guess it started back about four years ago, but who knows for sure and it doesn't really matter anyway. I didn't mind my wife having other lovers and in fact I encouraged it, as the rule was we could do anything as long as our partner was there too. So it meant several three-somes and an occasional other couple. We both liked the three-somes with another woman and she enjoyed the feel of two cocks at the same time so it seemed like the perfect set-up. However, I suspected something was going on when she started working 2nd shift and then she started staying out until dawn. Said she was talking to the other girls in the parking lot and lost track of the time. I bought this story the first 2 or 3 times, but then it became a habit. I started coming home early without telling her and checking out her stories about shopping all day but not buying anything. It all began to add up and then I found some revealing emails on our computer. Of course I read them and maybe I shouldn't of, but I wanted to know. 

Seems she was meeting this guy at a local motel this very afternoon and so of course I had to drive by and see if her car was there, and it was. I went home and waited on her to get there, all the time planning and going over what I was going to say. It was 3 or 4 hours later when she got home and I helped her unload some groceries, about two bags worth spread out over six. I asked her about her day and she said she hadn't really done anything, just went grocery shopping for a few things for dinner. Now I knew she was lying, as she never cooked dinner thru the week. We lived on cold cuts and PBJ Monday thru Friday other then when we went out. I decided not to push the issue and acted like I bought her story.

Three weeks later, I got the opportunity I had been waiting for. I had finished this big project early at work so I took some days off without telling my wife about it. Anyway, I got up at my usual time and got ready for work and left at my usual time, but I just went to a friend's house and drank coffee for about 2 hours until I saw her leave.

I had already told my friend all about what was going on and went over my plan with him and he was in total agreement. When she left we went into action, he followed her and I went home to check the computer. I had just found out where she was meeting him when the phone rang. It was Doug and he had followed her to the same motel on the outskirts of town. I told him to wait and I'd be right there.

When I pulled in beside him, he got out and joined me then we took off. I quickly drove to the nearest bar and I slipped on a sport coat as I got out of the car. Doug had already changed into a pair of coveralls and he grabbed a clipboard from the back seat and we went in.

The bar wasn't lit, but it wasn't dark either, and it was pretty crowded for this time of morning. There were three men against the bar, two couples at different tables, and three black guys shooting pool in the back. It was a lot more people than I had planned on, but I might not ever have this opportunity again. 

We made our way to the bar and I told the bartender that we were with Hearts Productions and were shooting our latest film on location just down the road and that three of our guys had called in sick after too much tequila last night. We were here looking for replacements and we were willing to pay a hundred dollars per man, plus a little something for his trouble. 

It didn't take long for the word to be passed around and the biggest surprise came when one of the girls came over to us and asked if we needed any females. I gave Doug a look and he just grinned and so I agreed and I told her that we could always use a beautiful woman in any of our films. That just made her day and she almost skipped back to her table where she whispered to her date. The bartender came back and gave us another beer and we were quickly surrounded by people.

"This true?" one man demanded. "You'll pay a hundred dollars to put me in a porno?"

"Yep. We're with Heart Productions and we had three of our guys cancel at the last minute. I just didn't count on this many being interested."

"Well, you don't have to pay us," the brunette said. "My boyfriend and I just want to be in a film!"

"That goes for me too," said the other girl and her date just grinned so I figured he was in as well.

Then one of the black guys spoke up and asked if we'd like any chocolate to go with all that cream and I said that was better than we'd imagined. All in all, we had quite a little group of people. There were the three black men, the two couples, as well as one other white guy. Eight people, plus my slut of a wife, with Doug and I to get the whole thing on tape. 

We got back to the motel just in time to see the man my wife was fucking leave the room and get a bucket of ice from the machine. I wheeled our car into an empty space between him and his room and Doug got out to stop the rest of our group while I got the guy cornered by the machine.

"Hey, you don't know me, but you should. You've been fucking my wife."

"I don't kno..." he started but I cut him off.

"Like hell you haven't, but the jigs up now. You've got three seconds to decide how this happens from here on out. See those people over there? They're all here to make a porno flick and make a hundred bucks each while they're at it. Or they could be here to kick your ass. You decide."

He handed me the room card and he was shaking so bad I thought he'd drop it. "No, you're going to be in this too. You go in there and tell my slut of a wife that you've run into a friend and you've invited him to join you. Got it?"

"Yeah," he whispered as he took the card back.

I motioned to the one white guy and told him that when he went inside, to leave the door open and the camera would follow him in. He was to act like he didn't know and to get naked and to get in bed with the couple already there like he was an invited guest.

We gave them a few minutes, then the guy knocked and when the door was opened he went in and left it open just like we'd planned. Doug went in right behind him and he closed the door almost shut, but not latched. 

"I want this to be totally unplanned and spontaneous. Just have fun and don't mind the camera. I want another couple to go in next, you two will be great, and then I'll go in. After that, you can come in as you see fit, all at once or whatever."

At their nods, I gave a wave and the couple I had picked out went in and they didn't shut the door all the way either. I gave them a few minutes then went in and almost shut the door as I slipped over into the corner.

I didn't need to go to all that trouble. No one in the room even noticed I was there. Doug was intent on trying to get all the great shots, while my slut was taking a cock in her cunt even as she had another shoved down her throat. The other girl was sucking off her date as he laid beside my wife, playing with her swaying breasts.

Finally the girl released his throbbing cock and she quickly moved over and captured the man who was fucking my wife, pulling him out of that dripping cunt and slipping his dick down her throat. Her date then rolled over and went down on my wife. Just then the door opened and two of the three black guys came in and they quickly stripped and joined in the group on the bed.

I saw my wife jump at the sight of the newest arrivals, but she couldn't say anything because of the cock shoved down her throat. Just then he took a handful of hair and held her down on his pulsing cock as he came in her mouth. By the time she had finally swallowed every drop of his load and he'd released her hair, one of the black guys had her by the hair and was guiding her down on his huge, hard cock.

I watched as she tried not to enjoy herself, as she tried to tell herself that it was wrong for a white girl to suck a black cock. Then she finally gave in and stopped fighting and started loving his monster cock. I will say this for her though; she managed to get almost half of his 12 or 13 inches down her throat. By then, the girl's date had joined her and the man she was with, and the other black guy quickly slammed his cock deep into my wife's cunt.

Somewhere in there, between watching these two guys fuck my wife and the three-some beside them, the rest of the group had came in and the room quickly filled up with naked people.

The black guy between my wife's legs gave a mighty shove and grunted as he filled her pussy with hot, sticky cum. This caused her to cum as well, and she pushed back against his thrusting cock enough to get the other black cock out of her mouth. 

When she finally slipped off of his throbbing cock, she laid down and rolled over. Just as the black guy slipped his cock back into her mouth, she spread her legs and I could see the cum oozing out of her cunt. The brunette moved over between her legs and started licking the mess out of her hair. It didn't take her long to cum again under this newest attack on her clit.

As soon as the brunette got up, the black guy took his cock out of her mouth and moved down between her legs. I watched as she took him inside her, his huge cock filling her pussy completely. He rocked up on his hands and started stroking her hard and fast. Slamming his cock into her dripping cunt, it wasn't long before he made her cum over and over again. Then he pulled out and made her sit up on the bed so he could fuck her in the mouth. I hoped Doug got the cum dripping off this huge, black cock as it slipped between my wife's painted lips. Just knowing how she hated the thought of interracial sex and how much she was enjoying being fucked by these huge cocks was priceless.

Then he pulled out of her mouth and held her hair as she stroked him off into her face. He shot loads of white spunk onto her lips and tongue, there was so much she couldn't swallow it all and several globs ran down her chin and dripped down on her huge boobs. I thought he was finished, but I was wrong, because he shoved his cock back into her mouth and continued stroking in rhythm to her hands. She had her mouth full of black cock and I could tell when he came again because of the way she choked.

Finally, everyone was exhausted and the room slowly cleared until only seven of us were left. Doug and me, Betty and the man she was fucking anyway, and the three black men.

I went to get a soda out of the machine and one of the black guys followed me out. "Hey man, let me ask you a straight up question."

"Sure," I said.

"This ain't no porno flick is it? What's up, man?"

Knowing the cat was out of the bag, I confessed and told him the whole story. He chuckled and grinned when I'd finished and said as he lit a cigarette, " So this bitch is your wife and she's cheating on you, right?"

"Right. And that naked white guy in there is who she's fucking."

"Would you like us to get a little rough? My ol' lady cheated on me too so I know how you feel. I can talk to the other guys when we get back."

"Not too rough, I don't want her hurt bad enough to go to the ER or nothing like that."

"Relax, man, that's not my bag. I meant just rough sex, not pain or shit like that."

"Sure! That'd be great."

When we went back in, Betty was sitting on the edge of the bed, slowly sucking Lloyd's half-hard cock. The other black guy and Larry were sitting on the other bed, stroking themselves while Doug filmed the action on the bed. 

Mike went over to the bed and got the other black guys attention with a nod and they went to the far corner while Mike stripped. Jack held up his thumb as he turned back around and I knew Mike had filled him in. They made it back to the bed and Mike took Lloyds place and shoved his huge cock back into my wife's mouth. At the same time, he laid her back on the bed and kneeled beside her. As he started working his cock in and out of her mouth, Lloyd slipped his cock into her dripping pussy and with a grunt he shoved it all the way in.

Grabbing her ankles, he held her legs at his shoulders and rocked up over top of her, driving his cock deeper and deeper inside her with every thrust until his ball sack was slapping off her round ass like a trip hammer. He kept this rapid pace for a few minutes, then he pulled out and Jack took his place.

When Jack was ready to explode, Mike took his place and slammed his huge cock into Betty's quivering cunt. She started cumming almost immediately, but Mike didn't slow down. He kept pumping her, pounding her into the mattress, until he exploded deep inside her. Just as he pulled out, Lloyd took his place until he emptied his load into her over-flowing pussy. Then it was Jack's turn and he quickly added his cum to theirs.

Lloyd motioned to Larry and he moved over in between her legs and his small cock slipped in quite easily. He managed a few pumps before he gasped and emptied his balls into her. When he started pulling out, Mike took him by the arm and the back of his neck and pushed his face down to Betty's drenched pussy.

Larry tried to resist, but Jack grabbed his other arm and he had no choice but to bury his face in her cunt. Betty moaned and tried to pull away from his tongue, but they held him down tight and Lloyd moved up to the head of the bed and slipped his cock into her mouth.

"You like the taste of all this black cum?" he demanded as he forced more of his cock down her throat. "Just nod," he added with a laugh.

"Maybe you just like the taste of any cum?"

"Mmmmm," was all Larry could manage with his face buried in Betty's cunt, as they didn't release their hold on his shoulders and arms. "Maybe you'd rather taste black cock, than black cum."

With that, Jack pulled Larry up onto his knees and slipped his cock into his mouth. "That's it, boy. Suck it good and maybe I'll cum in your mouth."

Larry was almost crying as he took Jack's hard black cock into his mouth, but it wasn't long before he was stroking it with his hands while he bobbed his head, taking more and more of this huge cock with every thrust. Mike moved back to between Betty's legs and rapidly slipped his cock into her raw cunt.

Jack moaned as he came in Larry's mouth, and he grabbed Larry by the back of the head and held his mouth on his twitching cock until he had emptied his load down his throat. Easing it out, he made Larry lick the tip and get every drop of cum from his shrinking member.

By now, Mike had moved up beside Betty on the other side from Lloyd and she had a huge cock in each hand, taking one after the other in her mouth. With a grunt, both men came at almost the same time and sprayed her face with their spunk. She didn't stop pulling their cocks until she had drained them completely and when they moved back out of the way, Jack pushed Larry up on top of her.

I guess sucking a black cock had excited Larry, because he was hard again and as he slipped it inside her, he kissed her, licking their sticky cum off her lips. He quickly came and by the time he got up, the three black guys were dressed and waiting by the door.

I thanked the three black men and then turned to Larry and ordered him to leave. I would be in touch with him in a few days. 

After they had all left, I looked at Betty but she was asleep, her face still smeared with cum and her pussy hair matted with more of the same. I took the lipstick out of her purse and wrote her a little note on her stomach. Imagine her surprise when she got to see the tape and read what I had already wiped away.

Doug and I quickly packed all the stuff back in his truck, then we cleaned up the room and left. He said he'd drop off the finished DVD before 6 and I said that'd be fine, I wouldn't need it until later that night anyway.

When Betty got home, I acted like nothing had happened and I told her that I had taken the afternoon off as a surprise and then I asked her about her day. She tried to give me some bullshit about being at her mom's all afternoon, and I just nodded like I believed everything she was telling me. I noticed that her hair was wet and that she had to have showered after she woke up, and I couldn't resist asking her about it. She said she took a bath at her mom's because they had been working in the garden.

Finally Doug showed up and I met him on the porch to collect the DVD. I asked him if he had made a copy for himself and he grinned and said he had, and he still had the VCR tape besides. He asked if I thought he should show it to his wife and I told him to go ahead, it was cool with me and I would stop by tomorrow to fill him in on what happened when Betty got to see it. He said he'd tell me about his wife's reaction as well and we agreed to compare notes so to speak.

It was all I could do to wait until late in the evening, but I forced myself to hold off on putting in the DVD until after ten. When I hit the power button, Betty asked me what I was doing. I told her it was a porno Doug had brought over for me to look at and I thought we might watch it before we went to bed.

"I don't want to watch a skin-flick," she complained. "You'll want to fuck afterwards."

"So? It wouldn't hurt you to have sex once in awhile."

"I've told you, I just don't feel like having sex right now."

"I know what you say," I countered, "but let's see if it's any good. Alright?"

"I'll watch the first few minutes, but then I think I'll go to bed."

"Okay," I said as I hit the play button.

The scene opened up with a view of a man's backside and you could tell he was fucking a woman who was on her hands and knees while she was sucking another man off. You couldn't really see any faces other than the guy who was getting a blowjob, and Betty didn't realize what was going on. Not yet, anyway, I thought as the camera started zooming in to various body parts and angles.

"This looks like a home-made video," she said and I agreed. Then the camera focused in on a close up shot of her mouth as it was getting stuffed with cock. I heard her breathing catch in her throat when the angle opened up a little more and you could see more of the girl's face. Within seconds, she gasped when the camera pulled back a little farther and her own face came into view. Her face with a huge, hard cock being rammed down her throat while her pussy was getting stuffed with more cock.

"Turn it off," my wife commanded as she started to get up. "I don..."

"Sit down and watch this, it gets better I'm sure."

"I don't want to watch any more of this," she whined. "Let's go to bed and you'll get lucky."

Trust her to come up with that one, I thought. However, I just looked at her and again told her to sit down.

"And no talking," I commanded as I motioned to the TV. "I want to see this."

She sat down and by the time the other couple had joined them, she was almost in tears. I heard her gasp when the camera found the first black guy, and then she did start crying as she watched herself sucking his hard, dark cock.

"This is a good part," I said when we came to where Jack started to put his hard cock into her cunt, and I even rewound the DVD to watch it in slow motion as he forced it into her. I slowed it down to catch the scene when he shot his load into her twitching cunt. I even paused it once where she had her face buried in a pussy while I hard black cock plowed her from behind.

Then it got to where the three black men took her over and over right before Jack forced Larry to suck his cock. She didn't make a sound as she watched the movie like she was in a trance, not even when she saw how Larry licked all the jism from her face. 

Finally we got to the note and Betty gasped when she read what I had written on her stomach, with the camera far enough away so get her cum filled pussy in the scene as well.

SLUT FOR BLACK COCK 555-3472

She didn't say a word when I shut the machine off and told her to get in the bedroom. Once there, I ordered her to get undressed and get in bed, which she did meekly enough.




Revenge



"Tell me about that guy you've been fucking," I commanded.

"His name is Larry and I met him on-line a few months ago. We met and went out for lunch, then one thing just led to another and we were necking and then he drove us to the park. We found a spot way in the back, away from all the other cars, and the next thing you knew, he had his hand up my dress. I guess I just let it get to me, and I came and then I had to return the favor, so I sucked him off."

She had whispered almost all of this confession, never once looking at me, her hands playing with the sheet, so I asked her about any other lovers she might have had during our marriage. Then she told me about the husband of her girl friend and how she would suck him off in the garage. Her co-worker and how she would do him in the parking lot after they'd clocked out of second shift, and finally, how her and one of my friends from work used to sneak away and fuck every time the four of us would go anywhere. Certainly more than I had imagined, but it did explain a lot of her actions over the past years we'd been married.

"Okay," I sighed, "here's what's going to happen now." Motioning her to be quiet, I told her that I was in charge now and that she would do as I said in everything and in every way. She wanted to be a slut and a whore, then she would be a slut and a whore, and she would act like it. She started to protest, but I told her that I would post the video on the web, as well as mail a copy to Larry's wife. I might even 'accidentally' lend a copy to her parents as well as to her brother.

"Tomorrow you will call Mary and invite her over, and you're going to wear that short, short skirt with nothing on under it. I want you put on a good show for us and then I want you to ask her to join us in bed. I've wanted to fuck her for months now and you're going to set it up for me to do just that. If you're a good little slut, then I might let you go down on her, or I might just make you watch.

"You can go to sleep now, slut. I'll be waking you up early tomorrow so get a good night's rest." With that, I flicked out the light and slapped her on the ass.



Revenge



Jeffrey Fawkes was having one of those days, the kind of day where it would have been better to roll over and go back to sleep rather then get up and go to work.

Work was not going well for Jeffrey, but neither was most of the rest of his life. He had been working for the company for 15 years, but his position was pretty much stagnant. Jeffrey was good at what he did, one of the best in a very technical field, but management rewarded salesmanship and Jeff wasn't interested in that, and, consequently, wasn't very good at it.

His marriage wasn't in good shape either. Most casual observers found it hard to believe that he had married Jennifer. Well, that's not true. What they couldn't believe was that she had married him. Sometimes Jeffrey had trouble believing it, too. Jen was at least two rungs higher on the social ladder than he was. She was used to the best -- fine home, expensive cars, diamonds and parties. 

At the time they met, Jeff had just made a splash with his new designs and it probably looked to her as if the sky was the limit for him. But as time passed, Jeff's work, although very good, never quite lived up to her initial estimate.

In fact, Jennifer had gone farther in her company than Jeff did in his. She had risen to Vice President at her agency, while Jeffrey languished in the corporate middle. She was making nearly $50,000 dollars a year more than he was as well.

So today's humiliation was almost par for the course. His latest proposal was passed over in favor of that of his arch nemesis, Tony Scolari. Jeff could name four flaws in Scolari's proposal, but since he wasn't half the salesman as his adversary his proposal lost out to an inferior one. Another example of upper management's stupidity and incompetence. 

As he drove home, he imagined what Jennifer's reaction to his latest failure would be. He could see her eyes rolling as she began her patent lecture on his shortcomings, how he should be more aggressive, how he should be a myriad other things that he clearly wasn't.

Jeffrey wished he could be all that his wife wanted him to be. He loved her dearly. It had been so hard to deal with her indifference over the past year. They hadn't made love for months. In the beginning, he made constant overtures to her. Brought her little presents and tried to create a romantic atmosphere. However, Jennifer always had some excuse -- she had brought work home, she was too tired from a long day, and the ever popular headache. Finally, Jeffrey simply gave up, hoping that she would turn around eventually, that he would do something wonderful so that he could win her affection back again.

Arriving at home Jeffrey tossed his briefcase on the chair by the table in the foyer, and made his way up the stairs to their bedroom.  As he began loosening his tie, he looked into the mirror at himself. What went wrong with my life? he asked himself, before lowering his head.

After a few moments, Jeffrey raised his head, and in so doing, he noticed something on the bed behind him. Turning away from the mirror he saw what appeared to be a video cassette. 

He took the few steps over to the bed and picked up the cassette. Taped to it was a hand-written note that simply said "Jeffrey, Play me." It was Jennifer's handwriting.

Jeffrey stood looking at the cassette for a long moment before walking over to the television set in the corner near the foot of the bed. Popping the cassette into the VCR and turning on the television, he sat on the edge of the bed.

After a brief flicker, Jennifer's face filled the screen. It was such a lovely face, and it reminded Jeff how long it had been since he had kissed those lips.

"Jeff," she said, "I won't beat around the bush. I've left you. I've taken my things and I've gone."

Panic struck Jeffrey and he bounded off the bed and ran quickly to Jennifer's walk-in closet. It was empty.

"Our marriage was a mistake," she continued, as he stood in the doorway to her closet. "I feel that I've given you every opportunity, but you've been a big disappointment to me. I may have loved you once, but I can no longer say that."

Jeff looked at the screen as he moved back to the bed in disbelief. Slumping back to his spot at the foot of the bed he sat there stunned as he watched his wife effectively end their marriage.

"I need excitement in my life and you no longer provide that, "she said matter-of-factly. "Its gotten to the point where I can't stand to be around you. Your feeble attempts at romance have been humorous at best and I find the thought of your hands on my body to be revolting."

Jeffrey was paralyzed, staring at the screen. Was this really happening. He knew that things weren't good, but had they deteriorated to this extent. As he looked at the beautiful face of his wife, he felt a deep pain in his gut. How could I not have seen this coming? Doesn't she know I'll try harder? How can she hate me so?

The camera began to pull back from Jennifer's face, showing her shoulders. How is she doing that? I didn't know our camera had a remote zoom.

But the camera continued to move back so that Jeffrey could see that his wife was topless, her firm breasts, breasts that he had not touched for months, exposed. He watched as she cupped her breasts and said, "See these breasts, you'll never touch them again. I know how much you loved them but the thought of your hands on them repulses me. I want confident hands on them. I have had confident hands on them, other men's hands."

The camera panned back further and Jeffrey saw that Jennifer was nude. He watched as she ran her hands over her body, along her sides, her long legs, moving toward her trimmed pussy.

Then the realization hit him. Jennifer wasn't controlling the camera. Someone else was! There was someone with her, filming her message to him. It was no longer a private humiliation. She was enjoying taunting him while someone else watched!

Jennifer slid onto the bed. Jeffrey turned to look behind him at the spot on the bed where his wife had been when the taping occurred. He looked back to the screen, heart broken, destroyed by what he was seeing but unable to turn away. He watched as Jennifer fondled herself. He watched as she spread her legs wide open and began massaging her pussy. He watched as she rubbed her swollen clit and slipped a finger into the wetness. It had been so long since he had kissed her there, so long since he tasted her when she came for him.

"See this pussy, Jeff? You will never have this pussy again. But others will, and others have. I have found good lovers. Strong confident lovers who can satisfy me."

Moving into the shot was a man, a man that Jeffrey had never seen before. A younger man with a muscular body. He slid onto the bed beside Jennifer and began kissing her breasts and fondling her pussy. The camera moved to get a better view.

Oh my God! She has more than one person with her! Jeffrey's heart sank further. He watched as a stranger molested his wife and she was enjoying it. No, she was obviously reveling in it. She was throwing it all back right into his face.

"See, Jeffrey? Watch how a real man takes care of me, and how I take care of him", she said as she looked directly into the camera.

Jennifer reached for the man's cock and began sucking it, stroking it with her hand as she did so. Her mouth moved expertly up and down on the big cock, her tongue darting out to lick his balls, and then move along the underbelly up to the head. This is what Jeffrey loved her to do to him, but she rarely did. She never really seemed to enjoy it with him, but she was clearly loving it with this man.  His eyes riveted to the screen, Jeffrey watched as his beautiful wife sucked a stranger's cock. He watched as she looked into the camera with his hardness in her mouth. He watched as the man cried out as his cock spasmed, as he emptied his load into his wife's mouth. He watched as the love of his life let the cum ooze out of her mouth back onto the man's cock and then lapped it up again, swallowing it, and then licking his cock clean.

Jeffrey was crushed. She had hardly ever sucked his cock, and she had never let him cum in her mouth. Yet she did exactly that with this man, and seemed delighted to do so.

"Mmmm, Jeffrey, that was so good! I just love the taste of my lover's cum! You want to see more don't you, Jeffrey? I bet you're turned on by this, you pathetic little man!"

Frozen to his spot on the edge of the bed, Jeffrey watched in stunned silence, unable to turn the video off. Jennifer was right in a way. Although it hurt to see his wife doing things with another man that she didn't do with him, there was something erotic about it.  It was unreal, sexy but unreal, what Jeff imagined an out-of-body experience would feel like.

The camera jostled a little, as if it were being handed off to someone else and a nude black man entered the picture. Oh my God! There's at least three people with her! Jeffrey's mind screamed to himself.

Jennifer turned her attention away from the man on the bed and to the young black man that joined them. The man's huge cock was already hard and Jennifer eagerly reached for it, taking its massive girth in her mouth. As she sucked this new man, the man on the bed began kissing her back and shoulders and reaching around to squeeze her tits and finger her pussy.

"Mmmmmm, so big!" Jennifer said as she turned to the camera once again. "Not a little pecker like yours, Jeff." And she laughed. "You know how you always wanted my ass, Jeffy? You know how I would never give it to you? Well, I've got news for you, hun. I like it in the ass --- with the right cock -- and you were never the right cock."

Turning on the bed, Jennifer pointed her ass right toward the camera. The black man began kissing her cheeks and fingering her asshole.  "Mmmm," moaned his wife as she began playing with the first man's cock again.

The black man knelt on the bed behind her and pressed the head of his cock against Jenny's asshole. He spread her cheeks wide and pushed inside, sliding deep inside once the head initially breached her ass. 

Watching his wife give this stranger what she had never given him, while sucking another man's cock, Jeffrey felt like his heart had been ripped from his chest. Yet he couldn't stop watching. He was mesmerized by the sight of his wife fucking and sucking these two strange men.

The black man held on to Jennifer's hips and began pumping harder. She was bucking back onto to him, making his huge cock disappear entirely into her.

The man on the bed said, "I want some of this, too" As he got up off the bed, the black man pulled out of Jennifer and then moved to the bed and lay down on his back. Jeffrey watched as his wife straddled the black man and used her hand to hold his cock as she slid down on it. She began rocking up and down on it, stopping only long enough for the other man to slide his cock into her ass. As both men pounded into her, Jennifer began moaning. The man behind her grabbed her hair and snapped her head back. She cried out in pleasure. Jennifer was loving it. Jeffrey could see that her nipples were erect and her body began to glisten with sweat.

The camera jostled again and then became steady a slightly lower angle. A third naked man came into view. He went to the bed and stood over the man on the bed. Jennifer spied his hard cock and began sucking it while she fucked the other two men.

Jeffrey watched as these three man took with his wife. He watched as her body convulsed with pleasure as she came. He watched as the man behind her groaned, his body tensing as he came inside her ass. He watched as the man on the bed pulled his cock out just in time to shoot a jet of hot cum all over her pussy. He watched as the man standing in front of her, pulled his cock from her mouth and stroked it until his load splattered all over her face.

And Jeffrey watched as his wife turned to the camera, face covered with another man's cum and said, "I'm leaving you, Jeffrey, you're a loser, and this is my revenge for the years of unhappiness you've given me. Revenge. It feels so good"

Static filled the screen. The video was over. 

Revenge? Had their marriage been so terrible that she felt compelled to do this? Had he so failed as a husband that she had to humiliate him like this?

As Jeffrey sat there silently, he reflected back on their marriage. His despair, at first total and complete, began to turn into sorrow. As he thought about how much he loved his wife and how she had betrayed him his sorrow began to turn to anger. And then to disgust.

Getting up from his spot on the bed, he turned to look at the spot where his wife had just fucked 3 strange men. His anger grew. Walking over to the VCR, he ejected the cassette and looked at it thoughtfully.

With a sense of purpose, Jeffrey walked down the hall from the bedroom, down the steps to the first floor and into his office. He took the digital video cassette and transferred its contents into his PC. 

As he worked, his kept thinking of his betrayal. The images he saw on his monitor only served to focus his resolve.

When he was through, he went to his e-mail and calmly typed in the addresses: Jennifer's friends, her colleagues, her family, everyone that mattered to her. Attaching the edited version of the video to the e-mail, Jeffrey pushed SEND.

Revenge.  Yes, Jennifer was right. It feels so good.



Revenge



It was Friday afternoon. Catherine sucked her boyfriend's cock back into her mouth and bobbed her head up and down in his lap. She was 18 and had a body most women would kill for. Her breasts were a perfectly shaped C cup, her petite 115 pound body made them seem bigger, and her face was a flawless combination of seductive lips and eyes.

"That feels so good. Your mouth is so warm, I like to pretend it's your pussy," Mark teased as his cock disappeared back into her throat. He was also 18 and ever hopeful she would surprise him and give him her virginity.

"Maybe someday you'll get that," she answered, grinning back at him and slipping the head back between her lips. She wanted to wait until she was married to lose it.

His cock twitched. She kept her lips wrapped tight around his cockhead as his cum pumped into her mouth. She slipped her lips off when he was done so she didn't lose any and tipped her head back and opened her mouth. She knew how much he loved it when she showed it to him before she swallowed it.

"Now off you go, you're going to be late," she said pulling up his boxers.

"Do I have to go?"

"My parents are in Vegas all weekend. You get to come back and spend all day with me on Sunday after your game."

After much moaning and groaning he was dressed and out the door, leaving Catherine with the house to herself. She took a long hot shower and gently slid her finger back and forth over her clit to a satisfying orgasm.

When she turned the water off she heard somebody knocking on the door. She toweled off a little and put on her robe. When she opened the front door she saw her old middle school boyfriend Ben standing on the step.

"Ben..." She was at a loss for words. "I haven't seen you since..."

"Since that day you ruined my life?" he said pushing his way in and closing the door behind him. He turned both locks and then turned to Catherine.

He didn't look how he used to. They dated in middle school and everybody had him pegged for a future computer geek. The man she saw before him was tattooed on both arms and had a hardened face.

He grabbed her by the arms and marched her up the stairs to the bedroom. She was scared. They had grown up together as children.

"What are you doing?" she asked after he threw her on the bed. He had pulled several lengths of cloth from his cargo pants pocket. She found herself being tied to the bed spread eagle. He had arranged many of the knots ahead of time so he only had to get her hands through them and pull them tight. After that, getting them tied to the bed was easy. "Ben what happened to us?"

"Well let me remind you," he said sarcastically. "You were fifteen and I was sixteen, down in your parents living room watching a movie, we were kissing and I cupped your tits in my hands just as your parents walked in, and even though you were fine with what I was doing you jumped up when you saw them and started protesting."

"I was afraid of getting in trouble," she said crying.

"So you threw me to the sharks? I was so eager to be your hero I played along. I acted like I got carried away. I wanted to make you happy. If I had known your dad would press charges and I would end up on the sex offender registry I wouldn't have done it."

He started untying the cloth belt that held her robe closed.

"I wasn't a pushy boyfriend Catherine. I never asked for blowjobs or tried to pressure you into anything. I was happy kissing and touching over the clothes. That was the only time I ever touched you like that and you knew it. Why didn't you ever tell the truth? Why didn't you ever tell somebody that I wasn't forcing you?"

He had her robe open by that time. He was running his hand over her stomach and he cupped her breast in his hand. "Last time I felt this it was over a thick winter sweater. My life is ruined over a 5 second feel over a thick winter sweater!"

She saw the anger in his eyes. It scared her. She saw him taking off his shirt. He had several tattoos. He moved to the foot of the bed. She didn't like him there. She hadn't even shown her boyfriend her pussy and now she was on dislpay for someone she hadn't seen in almost 5 years.

"I had to go to the troubled kids high school. I wasn't allowed to pick up my little sister from school. The registry doesn't list specifics, it just says I'm a sex offender. It's left to people's imaginations to fill in the blanks," he said as he undid his pants.

She started to cry when she saw that. She knew what was coming. "Please," she said. "I'm sorry."

He moved to the head of the bed next to her face. He slapped his cock on her cheek. She turned her head away and he pushed it back in his direction, forcing the head against her lips. He plugged her nose to make her open her mouth and he pushed it all the way to the back of her throat.

He was much bigger than her boyfriend but she managed to take it without gagging too much. With a fist full of her hair he slowly pumped his staff in and out of her mouth, ignoring the tears that ran from her eyes.

"What hurt more than the way people treated me, was how quickly you gave me up to stay out of trouble with your parents. I didn't just become a sex offender that day, I got broken up with. I always thought we would end up together." He slipped it from her mouth and slapped it on her lips a couple times.

"Raping me will make you a sex offender for real," she said but he ignored it.

He slid his cock back into her mouth, pushing her nose into his pubes, and ran his hand down her stomach to her pussy. He slid two fingers inside her. "You must like this. You're nice and wet down there. Maybe you want to be fucked."

"Please don't," she begged. "I have a boyfriend now."

He crawled between her legs stroking his cock. His other hand slid up and down her thigh and his thumb teased her pussy.

"Please," she sobbed, "I'm still a virgin. Just use my mouth. I won't tell anybody you came here. I'll swallow everything, please don't put it in my pussy. I wanna keep my cherry until marraige."

He slapped his cock on her pussy lips, teasing the entrance with his cockhead.

"Use a condom!" she cried in a panic when she felt his cock touching her pussy lips. "I'm not on the pill! Please use a condom! I can't get pregnant, I have a scholarship and a boyfriend," she pleaded.

"Don't worry, I'll pull out in time," he said as he slid the first inch of his cock into her pussy. He felt her cherry blocking his way.

She cried as she felt his giant cock inside her. She heard other girls talk about their first times. She knew it would hurt. "Please don't do it."

He pressed against her hymen until it broke free and he slid inside her all at once.

She pulled on all her restraints and her mouth fell open in a silent scream.

He held it there and let her adjust, savoring the look of horror on her face as she realized her virginity was gone and she could never get it back.

After a few seconds he started to slide his cock back and forth inside her tunnel. She felt it filling her with each thrust. It was just big enough to be uncomfortable but not painful.

He fucked her so hard she would have gradually scooted up the bed if it weren't for her ankles being tied. His eyes travelled over her bouncing tits. The very things that started all his trouble. He sucked one of her nipples into his mouth.

She hated herself for enjoying the sensation. As his tongue rolled over her nipple she felt a familiar tingling between her legs. It was the warm build up of pleasure that preceeded an orgasm.

She tried to concentrate on keeping it away. She didn't want to betray her boyfriend. As long as everything was against her will she was blameless but if she had an orgasm she could never forgive herself.

He continued to slap his hips against hers, filling her with his meat and making her tit bounce. The other didn't move as much since he locked his lips around the nipple.

She tried to let her mind wander elsewhere but the sensation wouldn't be ignored. She felt it in her clit, getting stronger and stronger, until her hips trembled and she let out a small scream.

"You like this don't you?" he said ramming his cock faster and harder.

She bagan moaning. After trying so hard to be silent there was no fooling anybody. Her body had betrayed her. She just wanted the whole thing to be over.

He kept pounding his rod into her. His balls slapped her ass with each thrust. She felt another orgasm coming. It showed on her face and she couldn't hide it.

He pressed his lips against hers and slid his tongue into her mouth. She thought about biting it off but decided she was too vulnerable. Her orgasm was twice as strong as the first one and she felt twice as much shame with his tongue in her mouth.

When he removed his mouth her screams and moans started again.

"I'm gonna cum," he said.

"Cum in my mouth!" she screamed in between moans. "Cum in my mouth! Don't cum in my pussy! Please cum in my mouth!"

He kept pumping her pussy. The panic on her moaning face satisfied him. "Beg me."

"Cum on my face or tits, or let me swallow it, please! Don't make me pregnant!"

He thrust his cock deep inside her pussy, all 9 inches, and emptied his balls inside her.

"NNNNOOOOOOOOOOO!" she screamed and her head fell back defeated.

His cum filled her pussy and leaked out onto her thighs. He pulled it out of her and moved to the head of the bed.

"Clean it," he said, pushing it against her lips. She reluctantly opened her mouth and sucked the cum off.

"Will you let me go now?"

"Who says I'm letting you go? I'm calling your parents and telling them there's an emergency. Won't you be a sight for your dad to see? Tied up like a kinky whore with cum leaking out of your cunt."

A noise from downstairs made them both silent for a second.

"Honey are you here?" a voice called. It was Catherine's father.

"I haven't called them yet," Ben said quietly.

"It must be important if they came all the way back from Vegas," Catherine said. "Please untie me. I don't want my parents to see me like this."

Ben went for one of the ties on her wrists but the footsteps were outside the door already. 



Revenge



To say that my life was looking up would be an understatement. I had recently graduated from college with a degree that gained me my career job with an advertising agency as a Copywriter, a stepping stone to my career goal in that industry. I have graduated from several sexual experiences with, what I firmly believed, a healthy grounding for the future, I knew what I wanted from a man and was determined to get it.

I had my twenty fifth birthday the week that I started work. I am about five seven, weigh ninety pounds, and my most prominent feature, apart from a clear, dark complexion and large brown eyes, was my boobs, only just contained by a C cup.

I have been with Inchcliffe Advertising for six months now and have settled into my job, and have been accepted by my co-workers, to the extent that my creative input is taken seriously. I have also begun a relationship with Peter Parker, no not Spiderman, one of the creative directors.

Pete is a great guy, funny, outgoing, all of the things that you would expect from a creative person, so it came as something of a surprise when I heard, just after I started with Inchcliffe that he had been dumped by his latest girlfriend. Nothing in our relationship gave any clues to why he was dumped, he was kind, attentive to my feelings, generous with gifts, he took me to good restaurants, and best of all, he was a great lover.

I was just finishing off an assignment when he poked his head over the partition of my little cubicle. "Hi Brooke, are you coming for drinks with the crew after work?"

"Sure, I'm just finishing up, I'll be ready to go in five." I hastily stacked my work in progress into my in tray and grabbed my coat. I took a quick look at myself in the mirror I kept in my top drawer, touched up my makeup and stood up, ready for the night ahead which meant a couple of drinks at some bar with the rowdy crew from work, a dinner in a quiet restaurant and the night with Pete at his apartment, for which I was prepared, a backpack containing my essentials, clean underwear and the usual potions that we girls use to beautify ourselves.

The bar was crowded, it was noisy, it was chaotic and it was fun. There were creative people from several other agencies in this traditional advertising watering hole, and the good natured banter flowed almost as freely as the alcohol. Pete had bought me a Vodka breezer that I was sitting on. I have developed the ability to sit on a drink for longer than anyone that I knew, because I found that I was able to think straight for longer, not like some of the others here tonight who were intent on getting wasted big time.

We had been there for an hour when Pete suggested that it was time to move on. We said our farewells and left them to their devices. Knowing glances followed us out of the bar.

The dinner that followed was a formality and I followed Pete to his apartment, parking on the street rather than in his car park, reasoning that if his flat mate came home he would not block me in, and I had to leave early to get to the gym before the crowds, a ritual that I kept up that ensured that I maintained my good figure. We sat on a leather chesterfield watching a video on his large plasma, I was sipping on a wine while Pete was on his second brew.

The DVD finished and the credits began to roll, Pete got up and took it out of the player and filed it away with his others. He opened a drawer and took another DVD from its case. "I've got something you might be interested in, it's sexy." He placed it in the tray and operated the remote. The screen burst into life with what was the lead up to a porn film, a young girl was knocking on a door, she was wearing an impossibly short skirt, a top that concealed nothing, incredibly high heeled shoes that she was having difficulty walking in and nothing else. I had to admit that I was curious on several levels, not the least of which was Pete's motivation.

He sat down next to me and draped his arm over my shoulder, drawing me closer. 

On the screen the door was opened by an older man who beckoned the young girl inside. He went through some sort of ritual where he asked her several questions about her age, expressing fake surprise that she was eighteen, if she had any experience at 'modelling', what she wanted to achieve in life and eventually getting around to the topic of sex. After establishing that she was not a virgin and that she had no current boyfriend, he asked her to remove her top. With feigned reluctance she complied, revealing a pair of pert young and still natural breasts.

The girl was asked to turn around, which she did. She was then asked to take off her skirt and thong. She stood facing the camera holding her hands 'coyly' in front of her, hiding her pussy. The man moved to her and the camera panned around her. She was asked to bend over and show her ass. A hand reached out and grabbed a cheek and squeezed it and appropriate comments as to the beauty and firmness of the girl's young ass were made. A finger was slipped between her legs and caressed her pussy, its tip entering inside. The girl made no move to escape the intrusion.

She was then introduced to a naked man who stood in front of her with his impressive eight inches of cock standing rigidly in front of him. The girl immediately dropped, as she had rehearsed, on her knees in front of him and began to suck his cock. The man put a hand behind her head and pushed his cock deep inside her mouth, causing her to gag on it.

The scene moved to a couch and the girl was on her hands and knees with her ass up in the air and the man pumping away at her pussy. Into frame came four other naked men who stood around stroking their cocks, waiting their turn. I was stroking Pete's cock and his hand was between my legs, his finger in my pussy.

I heard the front door open and Pete's flat mate entered followed by three of his mates. "Hi, you two, what are you watching. Don't tell me you're watching porn? Hey guys, would you get a look at what these two are watching!" They all sat down at looked at the screen.

One of the men on the screen took the girl's hand and wrapped her fingers around his cock. She stroked it for several minutes before taking it into her mouth and sucking on it. 

Quick scene change. The girl was now straddling the first guy and he was pumping in and out of her pussy. One of the other men moved behind her and licked her ass before pushing his cock into her asshole, there was no sound of protest from the girl, obviously someone had been there before. Apart from that it would be hard to cry out with a mouth full of cock.

With encouragement from the male members of the audience in the room the men changed positions, each taking turns to fuck either her pussy, her ass, or her mouth. Hands fondled her tits keeping her nipples hard while Pete's hand fondled mine, seemingly oblivious to the other people in the room.

The video was approaching its climax. After several more minutes of on screen fucking, the young girl was ordered to her knees and the men stood around her, taking it in turns to come on her. Some of the cum went in her mouth, some in her eyes, some in her hair while the rest was splattered on her breasts. The girl was made to poke her tongue out and show the camera a splodge of cum on it before she swallowed it. She then smeared the remaining cum into her face, onto her breasts and stomach before waving to the camera with a smile on her face. For someone who was supposedly experiencing her first gang bang she seemed happy with herself, not just because she was being well paid for her efforts.

Pete leaned towards me and whispered in my ear, "Have you ever thought of doing that?"

I wasn't about to tell him that I had experienced a three way at college. "No, not really. This is the first time that I've seen anything like this and, while I've heard of this sort of thing, I've never really thought about getting involved." I knew what was going to happen next and my mind went through the available options, I could say no but I had the feeling that that would only delay the inevitable outcome, I would either be dumped by Pete, something that would hurt for a short time, or I would be subjected to ongoing pressure to comply, that would hurt even longer, or I could take control of the situation, and that would give me great satisfaction.

"What do you think?" Five pairs of eyes waited for my answer.

"What do I think? What do you expect me to think? I think that whole video was a fake. That girl was more than eighteen years old, she has had experience with that sort of action. I am twenty five and I haven't experienced that sort of thing. Now I can take this two ways, I can walk out of here never to return or I can put myself through this experience as part of my sexual development. I am going to choose the latter, but it will be on my terms and you can take it or leave it. What is it to be guys?"

Pete looked astonished but pleased, the others couldn't believe their luck, they were all about to fuck a sexy woman. "What are your terms?" Pete seemed cautious.

"My terms are this. I will fuck you all and I will suck you all, but," I paused for effect, "I will not swallow cum, I will not allow anal, I will not allow facial cum shots or you cumming on my tits or anywhere else other than in my cunt. You will all cum inside me but there is a condition on that as well. When you cum your cock will be pushed as far as possible inside my cunt, no pulling out to cum at the entrance, and there will be no cleaning up after each cum, you will leave it where it is. If you don't accept this I'm out of here, if I feel cum anywhere but where I have specified, I'm out of here, if I feel a cock anywhere near my ass, I'm out of here, if anyone refuses to fuck me that's the end of it, I'm out of here. There it is, take it or leave it."

Pete sat there with his mouth open, the girl that he took to be so innocent was not only placing conditions on what they had planned for this evening, but she was talking dirty in a way that he hadn't thought possible. What he didn't realise was that I knew as soon as his mates had arrived that the whole thing had been a set up. Now I knew why his last girlfriend had dumped him.

"Come on Pete, say yes." His mates were urging him to accept my conditions.

"All right, let's do it." He started to strip, he didn't even bother to help me to undress, leaving that to me. I quickly stripped and lay down on the leather chesterfield with my legs apart in invitation. Pete had right of possession so he climbed between my legs and pushed his cock into me. One of the others stood beside my head so I took his cock into my mouth and sucked it while the others stood around, stroking their cocks.

I decided to go the whole porn route and began to grunt and groan and move my hips in time to Pete's lunges. After about ten minutes of this I spat the cock out of my mouth, "Come on, give it to me, give it to me, fill me up with your cum, I'm going to cum, fill me, fill me with your cum, oh God, here I cum!" I pushed myself down hard on his cock as he erupted, filling me with his cum.

"Next! I want more, give me more, who's next to fuck me?" Pete got off me and another guy climbed on board. I found another cock to suck and we resumed our fucking and sucking. The guy inside me was slightly bigger than Pete but he was less subtle in how he went about it, obviously assuming that size was everything. He was pumping away like this was his last chance to fuck someone, grunting with each thrust to emphasise his efforts.

I could feel Pete's cum being forced out around his cock as he thrust in and out of me. It took him all of fifteen minutes to reach his climax and I let them all know that he was the best fuck that I had ever had, a lie as it happens, and I felt his cock deep inside me as he unloaded his cum. I was full to overflowing, but I was ready for the next.

"I want her doggy style." So I obliged, I was on my hands and knees with my ass in the air which was even fitting in with my plans, less cum would leak out than if I was lying on my back. He climbed up behind me and shoved himself inside me, grunting as he pushed into me. He wasn't as thick as the last one but he was slightly longer, I could feel the head further inside me than either Pete or the other guy had achieved. I was given another cock to suck while this was happening, it was a clean one so I knew that it wasn't Pete's or the other guy's.

The guy in my cunt had stamina, I'll give him that, he lasted longer than the two previous guys and when he came there seemed to be more cum inside me than before. My cream pie was beginning to ooze from my cunt on its own, I made no attempt to push it out, I wanted as much to stay there as possible. "Okay, who's next?"

The fourth guy climbed onto the chesterfield and was about to push his cock into me when he stopped. "You are kidding me, I'm not shoving my cock into that, it's full of cum, it's so full of cum that it's leaking out. I don't mind sloppy seconds but this is disgusting. No way José! Forget it!" he climbed off the sofa.

"How about you? Do you want to fuck me?"

"Nah, I think I'll give it a miss too."

"Why are you doing this?" Pete asked me. "What is with you?"

"I'll tell you what is with me! That video you showed was disgusting! It was degrading to women, it pandered to the prurient interests of men and gave little consideration to the feelings of women. I know that the girl was probably being paid well for her efforts and I don't have a problem with that. What I do have a problem with is the subject matter. How any supposedly normal man could think that that was in any way acceptable behaviour is beyond me." I stood up and a flood of cum poured out of my cunt all over Pete's precious Persian rug. I slipped my skirt and top on without underwear, I just wanted to get out of here. I picked up my clothes and backpack and Pete's shirt and headed for the door. Before opening the door I used Pete's shirt to wipe the cum from between my legs, throwing it at him before I left. "I'll see you at work on Monday Pete, and if you mention a word about what happened here tonight I will nail your ass to the wall, understood?"

I didn't pause for his answer, slamming the door shut behind me. I could feel them watching me through the window so I walked to my car with head held high, while inside me the relief at getting away with what I had just done was sending tremors through my body.

I had just driven three blocks when I was overcome by emotion, I had to stop driving before I had an accident. I sat there with my hands grasping the steering wheel and my head resting on my forearms. The tears that had been welling up inside me burst out in torrents, my body was wracked in sobbing relief.

There was a tap on my window and I looked into the eyes of a policeman. "Are you alright Miss?"

I was about to be sarcastic and ask him if I looked alright but bit my tongue. "I'll be fine in a few minutes." Even I wasn't convinced with the answer.

"Do you want to tell me what's upsetting you?"

"No, not really." Yeah, right! What I really wanted to do was to unload my emotions on anyone and everyone that would listen.

"Look, I don't think it would be safe for you to drive, and I can't leave you here now can I? So what do you say if I were to drive you home in your car and my partner will follow in the patrol car, that way I can't be sure that you get home safely."

"All right." I climbed out and walked around to the passenger side while he went to speak to his partner. He slid into the driver's seat and started the engine giving me the chance to get a look at him. He was cute, and it would be just my luck to find that he was in a long term relationship, or even married, although there was no ring to be seen, not that the lack of a ring is any reliable indication of singledom.

"So what really upset you?"

"I just walked out on my boyfriend." I wasn't about to unburden myself on a cop who might decide that it would be chivalrous for him to take it further, something I didn't want.

"What did he do to you?" Shit, he isn't about to let up until he knows the whole story.

"Oh we had a difference of opinion about sex, I wasn't comfortable with what he proposed." That was about as non-committal as I could manage.

"And he wouldn't accept that, so you walked."

"That's pretty much how it happened. Turn left here." I indicated my street.

We drove in silence the rest of the way, thirty seconds of silence. He parked the car in my spot and we got out. "Would you and your partner like to come up for a cup of coffee?" I was hoping that he'd decline, but on second glance I changed my mind.

"Sure, why not." The patrol car pulled up at the kerb and the driver got out. It was a woman, a young woman, a young attractive woman. She walked towards us. "We've been invited in for coffee." I noticed his name badge that said that he was Robert Sayers. He caught my glance. "The name's Rob and my partner is Suzie."

My look asked the question for me, he gave a quick shake of his head in answer to the question, it was then that I noticed the ring on Suzie's finger, she was married.

I led the way to my apartment and ushered them inside. They sat at the table while I busied myself with the coffee and cookies.

"Okay, now tell me exactly what happened tonight, and don't give me that bullshit about just walking out on your boyfriend over some differences that you have between you about sex. There's more to it than that."

So I explained what had happened, how Pete had set it up for his mates to arrive just after the porn video had started, and how I was disgusted by what was on the video, how I thought that it debased women.

"So what did you do? Did you just get up and walk out?"

"Not straight away."

"Tell us all, you did something to them didn't you?" Suzie was taking an interest in what had happened.

"Well, I decided that I'd let them fuck me but on my terms."

"Which were?"

I explained the terms and my reasons for demanding them. I wanted to turn the tables on them, to get them to realise what it felt like to be wallowing in cum, to end up with cum all over them. I told them about the cum on the chesterfield, the cum on Persian rug and Pete's shirt, Suzie was grinning at me. "Good for you Girl."

Rob was looking at me with a funny look on his face as if he didn't know whether to applaud my efforts or feel some sympathy for the guys, applause won. "Where does Pete live?"

"I don't want it taken any further."

"That's why I asked, I think we might just pay a little visit to Pete just to be sure that it goes no further." They left soon after. 

"That's the end of it then." I thought. I was wrong. At seven in the morning, just as I was surfacing from a troubled sleep, there was a knock on my front door. My immediate thoughts were that it was Pete coming to bawl me out for what I had done to him. Getting out of bed, I slipped on a robe and headed for the door. I opened it to find a grinning Rob, a not in uniform Rob. "Oh Hi. What can I do for you?"

He held out the hand that had been behind his back revealing some eggs and a package of bacon. "You can make us breakfast while I tell you what happened last night."

"Do I have a choice?"

"No, none at all. I'll just stay here until you let me in."

I let him in and, to say that I made breakfast for him wasn't entirely true. It was a joint effort, He did the eggs and bacon while I did the toast and coffee. "Now what were you going to tell me?"

"Well, Suzie and I went around to Pete's place and to say that he is pissed off with you would be putting it mildly. His mates had left and he was busy trying to remove the cum from the rug, without a lot of success and we weren't about to help. We explained to him in the strongest of terms that if he was even thinking about making a big thing of what had happened we would be around to lean on him, and that went for his mates as well. By the time we finished with him he needed to change his shorts.




Revenge



Revenge comes in many forms. Pete resigned his job with no explanation and my colleagues were a little surprised at how little I was affected by the news, and Rob and I are an item, life's looking good for me right now.



Revenge



People underestimate the power of words. Words can make and break lives. Things said in one moment can feel right, only to be regretted later. This is the way of words. And this is a story about the effects of one small statement...

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Rehearsals were always entertaining, to say the least. Especially when Pony was there. Ok granted, I did have a boyfriend... But Pony was really cute, and fun to flirt with. Something that day didn't go so right though... We were sitting on the couch back stage, and there were only a few of us there, so Pony and I were alone. The flirting lead to touching, which lead to kissing, which lead to... Well, nothing. Pony started to take it further than I wanted him to, so I slapped him and told him to get off.

The slap lead to some yelling, and when I came out from back stage my friend Cris wanted to know what had happened. Not thinking about the fact that Cris's dad was a sheriff, and that Cris was a really good guy, I told him that Pony had pretty much tried to force himself on me. Cris told his dad, the cops came to the school, and it all got worse from there. Pony got arrested and left town. I switched schools because I couldn't walk the halls without people glaring at me or saying things as I walked by.

But time passed, and I moved on.

It was the summer after our graduation when Pony came back...

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"Ugh, this food sucks." I picked through the really nasty looking teriyaki beef that was slopped on top of under-cooked rice. Served me right for eating at a non-chain fast food joint in the mall food court. My friend AJ laughed, setting down her fruit smoothie. AJ was such a health nut some times, it was kind of irritating, but I had to love her.

"That's what you get."

I just glared at her and set my fork down. There was really no point in trying to eat, it was probably made out of dog or something nasty like that anyway.

"Mari!" I looked around the food court, trying to figure out who had yelled my name. Finally I saw Andre, a guy who had graduated the year before me, sitting a couple of tables away. He was with a bunch of guys I didn't know, but most of them were pretty cute, so I didn't have any problem getting up and walking over there. I hugged him across the table. "Hey Mari, I haven't seen you in a while. What's up?"

"Not much, you?" Even though I was talking to Andre, I couldn't keep my eyes off the guy sitting next to him. Tall, built, dark skin. Exactly my type. His eyes were completely unreadable, so I couldn't tell if he thought I was cute or not. But when he talked, I sort of forgot all about that. There was something threatening in his tone.

"So do you know the story of the little boy who cried wolf?"

I nodded slowly.

"What happened to the little boy at the end?"

"He um... He got eaten by the wolf because no one believed him when he called for help..." I started to push my chair back, but he pushed his back like he was going to stand up. I figured I was probably safer sitting down for now anyway. The guy nodded, as if he'd made his point.

"Do you know what happens to little girls who cry rape?"

Ok, now I definitely got it. "I have to go now..." I stood up. "Later Andre." As I started to turn around I smacked into another guy, Pony. I sidestepped around him, not wanting to look him in the eyes. "Sorry," I muttered. 

I rushed back to my table, trying not to look too conspicuous, and sat back down.

"What was that about?" AJ said with a mouthful of smoothie.

"Nothing, don't worry about it."

"Ok, well I gotta run now. Later chicky." She slung her purse over her shoulder and weaved between tables towards the doors out to the parking lot. I couldn't even say anything. I just had to sit there for a while. When I got up to leave, I realized I had to walk past the guy's table to get to my car. I walked as quickly as I could, staring down at the floor, but I could still feel all of them staring at me...

There was a note on my car when I got out. 'Beware the big bad wolf.' That was a sick joke. If it was a joke at all... I crumpled up the note and threw it to the ground as got in, praying that Pony had forgotten where I lived. He hadn't been over in a really long time, so hopefully he wouldn't be able to find me...

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I had been living with my sister when Pony left, but I lived on my own now since my sister had gotten married. The apartment was pretty safe, and I had never really worried about break ins or anything like that. Still, I locked the door just to be safe. My bedroom window was open, and there was a black Impala outside that I hadn't seen before, but I figured it was just one of the neighbor's friends. It didn't look like there was anyone in the car anyway. It had been a long day, so I fell asleep pretty quickly.

As I woke I went to stretch, but I couldn't move my arms. I could feel something biting in to my wrists, and looked up to find them duct-taped to my wrought-iron head board. I was still wearing what I had worn to bed, which wasn't much. It was summer and my A/C wasn't very good, so all I slept in was a pair of little black boy-shorts.

"What the-!" I started to yell, but a hand was put over my mouth.

"Shhh. If you're not quiet, I'll gag you." It was too dark to see the face, but I knew the voice well enough. He removed his hand and I spat curses at him.

"Fuck you Andre!" But before I could say anything more, a bandana was shoved in my mouth. Strong hands lifted my head and tied it in back. I yelled through the makeshift gag, but it was muffled and there didn't seem to be much point in it, so I stopped. My eyes still burned with hatred though. Then the lights went on. There were three guys in my room. Andre, who was leaning over me, the guy from the mall was standing at the foot of the bed, an then Pony, who leaned against the wall by my door glaring death at me with everything he had. "Nghhhh." It was supposed to be a no.

"Shut the fuck up." Pony's voice had lost all the laughter it used to have, before... It dripped with loathing.

Andre's hands moved roughly down my sides, catching the waistband of my shorts and dragging them down. I kicked wildly, but the other guy grabbed my ankles. His eyes were dark with something, like a combination of lust and mirth. I didn't know him, he hadn't been friends with Pony before, so I assumed that Pony had picked him up after moving away. My eyes burned with tears. I wished like hell that I could scream, fight, anything... All I could do when my legs were released was lie there, limp, and regret all that had happened between Pony and me.

The guy whose name I didn't know leaned over the bed, sliding his hands across my breasts, then down my stomach to my thighs. I tried to squeeze my legs together, but he pulled them apart easily. "Don't make us tape your ankles, too." Tears were dripping down my cheeks now, I looked across the room to Pony, my eyes begging him to call them off. He just stared back at me, his eyes offering no mercy. God I wanted to tell him that I was sorry, to beg his forgiveness... I relaxed my legs, not wanting to fight any more.

"Good. You want her first, Pony?"

"She's all yours, Alex."

Alex's hands trailed back up my inner thighs, brushing against my sex. I jerked as if his touch had burned me. His fingers dipped between my lips, circling my hole. Almost as if he was surprised, he pulled his hand back.

"Shit, she's wet. Little slut."

No! Why was my body responding? I didn't want this at all. I didn't want to be raped, I just wanted them all to go away and leave me alone.

"She has rape fantasies." Pony uncrossed his arms and walked towards the bed, never looking away from me. My face flushed, burning with embarrassment. He'd sworn he'd never tell anyone about that... Alex chuckled, it was a harsh sound, threatening. I shook my head quickly, wishing that I hadn't told him that. I did have rape fantasies, but I didn't want it to happen like this... 

Alex climbed on top of me, pulling his shorts down as he did. I twisted my hips, trying to move away from him, but he pinned me down. It only took one hand to hold me still, and he gripped his dick with his free hand. Just the tip of him pressed against my opening, I tried to jerk my hips back, but it was no use.

"Take the gag out, I want to hear her." This came from Pony, who was now sitting in the arm chair next to my bed, watching the scene before him with a cold, calculating gaze. As if he wanted to see me break. Andre untied the gag, and I couldn't say anything for a minute, and then "No!"

My words didn't do anything. Almost at the same time as they left my mouth, Alex drove his manhood into me, to the hilt. My words died out in a moan, half pained. Tears still flowed freely and I closed my eyes against the flood. Please just let it end soon...

Alex pounded my cunt, which got wetter and wetter with every thrust. I was being betrayed by my body. Against my will, I heard my own moans coupled with his grunts as he thrusted. It didn't take long before he pulled out and jumped off the bed, I opened my eyes and watched him move to my head as he stroked himself. I knew what was coming and closed my eyes as he released himself on my face. His cum mixed with my tears and dripped down my face to my neck.

"Andre, you want a go?" Andre had moved to the chair by my door, he looked like he didn't really want any part of this. He shook his head, and met my eyes, almost like he was saying sorry. I wondered how he'd gotten involved. But then, he had been close friends with Pony. "Your loss man." Alex pulled up his pants and walked out of the room, down the hall towards my bathroom.

"Get out, Andre." Pony's voice was dark, heavy with something. Andre stood and walked out, locking the door as he went. We stared at each other, my eyes full of terror, his eyes full of something I couldn't grasp.

"Pony, I'm sorry... I didn't mean for it to happen like it did."

He stood over me, his arms crossed. "Too late for that now."

"Please don't do this..."

He didn't answer me, just undressed slowly. Agonizingly slowly. I couldn't help but stare at his body. He'd obviously spent a lot of time working out, and he was bigger than I had remembered. "Pony..."

"Just stop." He slid on to the bed between my knees, sitting on his knees and staring down at me. His hands traveled my body, invading every square inch, making me feel like I was just here for him to use. Powerful hands closed around my hips, lifting my lower body up to rest on his legs so that I was at an angle. 

Back when we'd been messing around, this was the position he'd used when he was angry. It penetrated the deepest, and always left me aching for days. When he fucked me from this angle, he filled me completely. I wished that we were back in time, on one of the nights when he'd been fighting with his girlfriend and just needed to let his aggression out... It wasn't, though. Tonight, he wanted to destroy. And I was the target of that destruction.

His fingers dug in to my hips as he thrust in to me. I couldn't help the half-scream, half-moan that escaped my lips.

"Fucking bitch. I'm going to destroy your perfect little life." Even though he didn't say it, I knew he was thinking it: 'like you destroyed mine.' Fair was fair, wasn't it? It didn't seem so fair at the time though. He pulled out almost all the way, only to slam his full length back in to me. I whimpered, it was a small and pathetic sound, defeated and breaking. I was still crying, staring up at him and silently praying for him to stop. He stared back down at me, his eyes still cold, as if they were completely detached from the act he was committing.

"God, no. Please. Please!" His hand landed heavily across the side of my face, snapping my head to the side. He didn't say anything, he didn't need to, but the hand that had slapped me came to rest on my throat. Not hard, but just hard enough that it was difficult to breathe. The message was pretty clear. Either I shut up, or he made me shut up.

I lost track of time as he thrusted in to me, every swing of his hips driving him into my core. Punishing, destroying with every movement. The hatred was so obvious in his eyes... Eventually I couldn't cry any more. I just lay there still, wincing every time he pushed his length in to me, hitting my cervix. There was almost complete silence between us, except for his heavy breathing and my sharp intake of breath that came with every thrust.

Despite the lack of sexual energy in the act, I eventually saw the waves of pre-orgasm washing over him. His eyes became glazed, his hips lost their steady rhythm, blindly seeking release. I felt him twitch inside me and knew that he was about to cum. Shock and terror flooded me as I realized two things. First, he wasn't wearing a condom. Second, he had no intention of pulling out. He came deep inside me, looking down at me as though he wanted me to understand his purpose. I couldn't, except that he'd violated the one rule we'd held sacred above all else. But what was sacred between us any more?

I couldn't help the sobbing gasp of that escaped me as he came, but I could only manage to squeeze out one word. His name. "Pony...!"

Stuck in the intensity of post-orgasm, he rolled off of me, his quickly softening member sliding out as it did. I could feel his cum beginning to drip out of my hole, probably torn up from the fucking I had just received. I started sobbing, I couldn't help it.

"God... I'm so sorry. I'm so fucking sorry. Please... please..."

"Please what? Forgive you?" He didn't look over at me, but somehow I knew he was watching me out of the corner of his eye, so I nodded. "Fuck you."

I recoiled as if struck, but knew I didn't deserve his forgiveness.

"I'm going to destroy your life, Mari. It starts tonight."

He sat up and got off my bed, picking up his clothes as he walked to the door. He unlocked it and walked out. That was it. He didn't release me, didn't look back over his shoulder to see the destruction he'd caused... I had a feeling he knew. All I could do was lay there and cry, and pray for sleep.

In the morning, I'd find a way to disconnect myself from the headboard.

In the morning, I'd get up and change the sheets.

In the morning, I'd get in to the shower and try to scrub the feeling of rape away.

In the morning, I'd panic about what was still to come.

But not tonight.



Revenge



College life as I thought in the beginning was supposed to be fun. And for a while, it was.

I met Chris in a sociology class, a fiery redhead that had a bit of a temperament to go along with it, that...and an amazing pair of breasts that she didn't mind showing off to some degree.

Almost immediately we hit it off and began dating with the only problem of that being, our class and work schedules didn't give either one of us as much time with one another as I would have preferred.

Which is when I also met April. I shared yet another class with April, a tall Brunette with legs that just seemed to go on forever, especially whenever she wore a tight fitting pair of cut-off Levi's that she seemed to always be wearing, though I think she'd been poured into them, which may have been one of the reasons she always seemed to have them on. And though she wasn't nearly as large breasted as Chris was, for me being a bonifide, card-carrying breast man, enjoying the differences between them was a very pleasurable past-time indeed.

You think I would have been content with that, two gorgeous women whose schedules were just different enough to make it easy to juggle time between them, and with neither of them being the wiser.

But that's when I got friendly with Diane.

I had been looking for a place close to the University, and something reasonably inexpensive to boot. Neither of which had been very easy to come by, but as luck would have it, I stumbled into the place because of a friend of mine who's sister happened to be living in the apartment below me, in an older home that had been converted into three separate apartments. Diane lived below me, so it was only natural that we became friends, especially as I knew her brother.

There was one other apartment above, a simple one room studio apartment that the guy who had been there, who had moved out the same day I had moved in, hadn't as yet been rented as there weren't many who cared to live in such a small confined space, which included only a sink and toilet as a bathroom, with no shower or bath included in it either. Needless to say, it remained unoccupied even though the rent was dirt-cheap.

Needless to say, on the nights or days when I didn't see or go out with either Chris or April, it turned out that I found myself spending a lot of that time with Diane. We both enjoyed cooking, so did so on those nights when I did stay home, inviting her over to try some new dish she'd been working on, as that was what she eventually wanted to do was become a Chef and own her own restaurant.

Life was good. One thing had led to another, and along with several glasses of wine, which had helped, Diane and I had fallen into bed together, and the rest as they say is history.

Yes, College life was indeed better than I could have ever expected. I was seeing and dating three separate women, all of them different enough to make things really interesting for one thing. And for another, it had been really easy keeping things separate between them as well, schedules were perfect, classes even more so as I knew there was not much of a chance in any of them running into one another as none of them were taking or sharing any of the same classes.

I should have left well enough alone perhaps. But then I met Janet.

Janet was a very petite dishwater blonde with perky medium sized breasts, but incredible nipples as I eventually learned. My pet name for her was in fact "Nips" though she tolerated my calling her that only in private.

I met "Nips" when I had gone to do a photo shoot at a wedding reception that she was a bridesmaid for. That was what I did on the side, and earned some pretty decent money doing it too, which allowed me to have what little spare time I did have to share between the girls, and keep me in expense money, that and a small monthly stipend I received from my grandmother who had left me something in her will that was given out at a fixed rate for the duration of my attending college. Upon graduating, I would then be given whatever the balance was of that trust, which at the time I had no idea, nor would have until then. It wasn't much, not like I was rolling in dough, but enough to at least help pay for all of the college finances, and leave just a small tiny amount afterwards for required necessities. 

It was just enough that I wasn't like a lot of college students who were on the go twenty-four seven, either studying or working with not much else in between.

Like me, Janet was into photography, and had found the pictures I had taken of her friend's wedding to be incredibly beautiful, which I don't mind saying so myself, really were too! So naturally having the same interests, and with there being an obvious mutual attraction, Janet eventually began accompanying me whenever I had a wedding shoot, or some other family photo scheduled to do for someone, coming along and acting as though she were my budding assistant or something, which in a way is what she became, even though I certainly wasn't paying her for it. She just enjoyed helping out, being with me...and yes, after a few weeks, had become the fourth girl I was suddenly bedding.

The difference with Janet was, I really felt like she might actually be the one I could separate myself with, and settle down with.

I wish to hell now, that I had done that. But at the time, I just wasn't thinking all that clearly. I mean really...four girls? All of them uniquely different in so many ways, with so many wonderful treats and pleasures to offer. And even those, so different that there really weren't many comparisons. But Janet indeed seemed to possess a little bit of everything, which is what I think I had always hoped to find or discover with someone. But when I did, it was already too late.

With my need to keep a planner, mainly because of my photo shoots and appointments, I found it became a very needed tool in managing my "dates" as well. The last thing I wanted to do was schedule something on the same night with two different women. I also kept notes, made comments to myself about their likes, dislikes etc, as a reminder to not bring something up to one girl who liked something, as opposed to another who didn't. But I also used it as a diary of sorts, highlighting the more erotic adventures we had all shared in fairly explicit detail.

Who'd have thought?

My other rule of course was that I never brought any of the other three back to my place, always stating that it was small, messy, and to some extent an embarrassment as to the way I kept it, hardly ever being there anyway. But I couldn't have done that obviously with Diane being too close to home, but it at least gave me the excuse and reason for keeping them all apart from one another.

So like I said in the beginning, life was good, really good, almost too good, and then it all turned to shit in a handbag.

I had gone to shoot a particularly large wedding, one of the biggest I had ever done, and also one in which I would end up making a pretty sizeable chunk of change. I had taken several pieces of equipment with me, given free rein to try out all sorts of artsy-fartsy shots that I'd been wanting to do for a while now. And this was one time I was really glad that Janet had gone with me to help out. 

Several hours later, we'd packed up having finished for the day, and though I really wanted to spend the rest of the evening with Janet, I had already planned an evening with Chris, which I was already late for as it was. I got back to my apartment, unloaded my gear, and realized that my prized, cherished, dangerous to have in someone else's possession planner was missing! With my tongue deep in my throat, I called Janet.

"Hey babe...I noticed when I got home, that I must have left my planner behind by accident, you didn't happen to see it or find it by any chance did you?"

"As a matter of fact Dave, I was just about to call you," she told me. "I must have picked it up along with some of the other stuff by mistake while we were packing up. "Would you like me to bring it by?" she asked.

"Ah no...no. I'm in fact on my way over to a small little family photo shoot, so I'll swing by and pick it up from you on my way there."

"Need any help?" she asked. "I could bring it with me and meet you there," she suggested.

I was already nervously looking at my watch. My next call would be to Chris, apologizing for already being late as I know now I really would be by the time I met her at the club.

"No, no biggy really. Just a couple of quick family poses and I'm done, and then after that, I have some exams I really need to study for. So I'll just swing by and pick it up, and be on my way."

"Well ok," she said sounding very disappointed, as I was to be honest about it, as I really was starting to care a great deal about her, and wishing that I hadn't booked the evening that I had with Chris as I considered it.

And luckily for me, Chris was understanding enough to know that the photo shoot had taken longer than I'd planned for, so she wasn't too terribly upset with me when I called her and told her I was running late. Minutes later I pulled up in front of Janet's apartment, where she sweetly met me outside handing over my planner. I gave her an affectionate kiss, reminded her about our afternoon date tomorrow, and headed off shortly afterwards, once again feeling that all was well, and that I had managed to dodge a real bullet.

Arriving at the club just a short time later, I was more than relieved to see the warm sexy smile on Chris's face, not to mention the hot outfit she was wearing. She was in a white peasant blouse worn just off the shoulders, her enormous breasts so beautifully displayed with her long bright red hair falling sensually over them. She was also wearing a pair of tight black slacks that accentuated her nice ass, and gave her a very stark contrast, sultry, sexy...if not downright dangerous. And I knew by the look in her face, she was in one of those moods, which usually meant a wild night of uninhibited sex. Suddenly all thoughts of everything else evaporated as we sat down at a booth, ordered fresh drinks, and began to talk dirty, which again was another sign that Chris was feeling damn horny tonight.

"I'm going to drive you nuts tonight," she told me, already reaching beneath the table as we sat there, her hand already hardening the bulge she'd found there as she toyed with my cock as we waited for the waitress to deliver our drinks.

"You're driving me nuts right now," I responded, seeing her smile, then watching as she turned, her back towards the bar area, and most of the other patrons who were sitting there. She pulled down one shoulder of her blouse, showing me that she had daringly worn her blouse without a bra, though I'd already figured that part out. Her large pink nipple winking at me, my hand immediately coming out to tickle it, though she turned away once again before I could.

"It's early yet," she teased, as I paid for our drinks, getting a knowing look from our waitress as I did so. Obviously she had been just in time to see Chris's marvelous tit before she'd been able to put it away.

"I'd ask if you wanted to start a tab," she said still grinning at us. "But for some reason, I don't think you're gonna be here that long."

"Probably not," Chris answered for me not even looking at the waitress as she seductively licked her lips looking at me, her hand still beneath the table, the pull of my zipper slowly being brought down even with the waitress continuing to stand there, though she then turned and walked away just as I felt the warmth of Chris's hand snaking inside my jeans.

"Fuck!" she said suddenly as her phone rang. She quickly retrieved her purse grabbing her phone looking at it. Her expression curious as she read whatever the text message was that had just been sent to her. "I'll be right back," she told me, and then headed off towards the bathroom leaving me with my fly open, though thank God she hadn't taken my dick out of it yet or I'd have never gotten it back in under the circumstances.

Chris was gone for several minutes and I was beginning to worry when I saw her suddenly emerge from the bathroom heading my way. She slid back into the booth beside me.

"Everything ok?" I asked.

"Oh yeah, just my sister...you know, boy friend problems and she needed a shoulder to cry on for a moment that's all. Now then... where were we anyway?"

Chris once again fondled my prick beneath my slacks as we sat sipping our beers. After only a short time, I was about as aroused as I could be, which Chris sensed and immediately made a suggestion.

"If you're as horny as I am, I've got something in mind I've been dying to do to you," she told me with a mischievous grin on her face. "You interested?"

"Hell yes, what do you have in mind?"

"Something really, really special. But I want it to be a surprise, so we'll go in my car, and you have to wear a blindfold so that you will be after we've arrived!"

I followed Chris out to her car and got in as she fumbled around for a moment tearing up one of her denim work shirts that she happened to have in the back seat. "Here, lets puts this on you," she said grinning, "Like I said, I want this to be a surprise!"

I did so, feeling a bit foolish, but at the same time, considerably excited as well. I knew how Chris could get whenever she was in one of her moods, and it certainly appeared to me that she was.

We drove for a while, and I had lost track of where we might be headed with all the twists and turns she made, though we soon stopped.

"I'll guide you," she told me. "So just wait there and I'll come around and help you out, and then lead you inside."

I had no idea where we were, or what she was up to, but she once again gave my prick a friendly little caress as she stood me up on the sidewalk after I'd gotten out of her car.

"Good, nice to see you're still excited, because I certainly am!" she told me as she now began leading me up a short flight of steps into some sort of building, and then up another flight of steps and yet another walking me down a short hallway where I then heard the sound of a door opening as she led me inside.

"Come over here," she said, sitting me down on what was obviously a bed, where she began removing my clothing only after ensuring my blindfold was still very secure. Once I was entirely naked, she had me lay back and then proceeded to secure my wrists to the bedposts as well as my legs. Obviously this was something she had planned out and been wanting to do as she'd obviously prepared this room just for the occasion.

"Comfy?" she asked.

I tested my bindings, they weren't tight at all, but I was also very limited in my movements, obviously just the way she wanted me. My prick was rock hard, begging for attention, which she gave it though only briefly.

"Still excited I see," she laughed, "ready for the big surprise?"

"Oh yeah," I said anxiously, and felt it as Chris reached around to undo the blindfold. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust, as Chris stepped away. When she did, I lay there with my eyes in total and complete disbelief. Standing near the door facing the bed I was laying in, stood Chris, April, Diane, and Janet.

"Surprise!" they all said in unison.

"What the fuck?"

"What? You don't like your big surprise?" Chris asked with a pouty expression on her face.

Truth was, I was speechless, and now more anxious than ever at seeing them all standing there together, which is when I also realized, this was the small studio apartment located just above my own, and Diane's.

"Would someone please tell me what the hell's going on here?" I asked, my erection already dwindling to nothingness.

"Well, it's like this," Janet said holding out what appeared to be a photocopy of several pages from my planner. "I happened to read some of the things you wrote in your planner about me, along with some of the other comments you made about the rest of the girls here, and so I made copies for everyone, and gave them to the others to read while we sat here waiting for you. And since you were kind enough to include everyone's phone numbers, I thought it might be a good idea for all of us to get together and have a sit down meeting of sorts. But as April then suggested, getting you here with all of us might not happen unless we found a way to get you here without knowing, so that's when Diane came up with this idea."

I glanced over towards her, she wasn't smiling any more, she looked hurt and downright angry.

"Yeah, since the room was obviously available, I thought it might be a good place to have you taken to while we sit down and think about what we're all going to do about this," she told me.

"This? This what?" I said getting agitated myself now. "If you want to talk, fine...we'll talk, sure...I've probably got a lot to answer for, but I'm certainly not going to do it laying here like this."

"Oh? You're not? Appears to me like you don't have much of a choice now does it?" Chris said sternly, the easy going naughty tone of voice I'd heard only moments ago, long gone now as she spoke.

I just looked at her, bewildered, honestly a little frightened though beyond some additional humiliation perhaps, which I probably had coming to me, I really didn't think they were contemplating any real bodily harm.

"Anyway, thanks Sis for calling me, things sort of really do make a lot more sense to me now that we've shared notes," she said speaking to Janet.

"Sis?" I said feeling even more bewildered and alarmed now.

"Yeah, Janet's my step-sister," she told me. "Small world isn't it?"

"That's the sister you told me about on the phone?"

"Yep!" she said grinning, though this time her grin looked anything but friendly.

"So now...what ARE we going to do about this?" Diane asked the others. "Obviously, he's been sleeping with all of us, and leading us all on I think. So maybe he deserves some sort of punishment for having done that, don't you think?"

There was a mutual consensus on that, though no one really seemed to know quite what they should do, or how they should go about doing it. Many of the suggestions actually beginning to worry me as they began discussing and wondering if my ass could handle taking a baseball bat. Luckily, I saw the truth in April's eyes as she mentioned that, she wasn't being serious. At least...I hoped not anyway.

"Well I do think a little torture is certainly in order," Chris now said totally serious.

"I don't want to hurt him," Janet told her step-sister, "As much as I might think about doing that, I still don't want him physically harmed," she said looking at me, the hurt still clearly showing in her eyes, but so was the mixture of concern she had for me along with that.

"Oh we won't hurt him, not really," Chris said. "But he certainly does deserve some sort of punishment after what he'd done to all of us. And I have a few ideas of what that might be. Why don't we leave Dave here to think about what he's done for one thing, and give him a chance to worry and wonder what we're going to do while we go downstairs to Diane's apartment and discuss it over a glass of wine?"

"Good idea," Everyone agreed, and soon after left me to lie there wondering just that.

#

I don't know how long I lay there, though it certainly seemed like an eternity, and well over an hour at least before I heard the sound of footsteps coming down the hallway. By now I had been imagining all sorts of things, most of them unpleasant as my imagination got the best of me. I had actually worked myself up into a very feverish state, wondering what they would do, or could do and get away with, which left plenty of options. None of which prepared me however for what I saw next as the door opened.

Stunned, I could only lay there wondering as all four women walked into the room together, and each one of them nude.




Revenge



"Well, we've decided," Chris said looking at me, and then walked over sitting down on the bed wrapping her hands around my very flaccid, limp as a noodle cock and began playing with it.

Words failed me, so I just lay there waiting to hear what their intentions were, which certainly weren't any I'd been contemplating, not seeing the four of them in the nude together certainly.

April soon joined Chris on the bed, leaning over and wrapping her mouth around my prick as Chris continued holding it, and semi-stroking it while she did so. As bewildered and confused as I was, the sensation was still pleasurable enough that I felt my prick slowly begin to stiffen. And then I wondered if they were going to cut it off or something once they'd gotten it hard, so I began fighting against that briefly, until reason took over and told me that as angry as they all obviously were, they certainly wouldn't actually do something like that. But this...sucking my cock as punishment? That didn't make much more sense either.

"Oh yeah, all nice and hard again. Nice work April," Chris told her. Chris let go of my cock then as Diane moved over to take her place, with Janet taking over for April as the two of them now played with my prick somehow making it even harder than it was. I was moaning and groaning now in complete abandon, somehow thinking the girls had temporarily lost their minds for a moment, but grateful as hell that they had.

"Feel good?" Chris asked as she stood next to April, her hands suddenly coming around her, beginning to fondle and caress April's breasts. "Look nice?" she added as she teased them looking at me, as April did, sighing her pleasure as Chris thumbed her hard erect little nipples. "So...you like what you see?" she asked me once again as Janet continued sucking my prick as Diane fondled it as well as my ever-tightening balls.

"Oh yeah...yeah," I moaned pleasurably, still stunned by this turn of events.

"Thought you would," she then added. "Ok Diane, go ahead and put his blindfold back on then, he's got an idea now of what he'll be missing doesn't he?" she stated simply.

"What? What?"

It didn't matter what I said, or how I pleaded. Diane quickly re-secured the blindfold that Chris had originally placed around my eyes when she brought me up here. In the next instant, I was again blind to what was going on, though I continued to hear it as Chris seriously continued playing with April, her own pleasured moans now coming as they positioned themselves on the bed, which is when Janet released my cock, allowing it to sit there throbbing wantonly as I blindly lay wondering what all was going on around and about me.

"Too bad you can't see or appreciate any of this," Diane spoke moments later. "Janet really does have cute little tits doesn't she? And they certainly feel good in my hands."

"Yes, yes they do feel good in your hands," Janet added breathlessly as I lay there visualizing what she was doing, along with the same sort of wonderment as Chris and April fooled around pleasurably at the foot of the bed, sounds of what I could only imagine as pussy-licking, and clit sucking being performed, though I was of course powerless to see or do anything about it.

"You enjoying the way I'm licking your cunt?" Chris asked. "Is it as good as the way Dave did it?"

"Oh yes...and yes, much better than the way he does it," April responded pleasurably, groaning loudly now as Chris went back to licking her. Likewise, I now began to hear similar sounds coming from the side as Diane informed me that Janet was now kneeling before her, spreading her pussy lips apart, licking and sucking her clit.

"How about me?" Janet asked. "You like this as much as when Dave licked your pussy?" She asked.

"Oh yeah, you're much...much better at it too!" Diane told her, once again moaning with a great deal of satisfaction as I lay there listening to them, my prick long forgotten, and now throbbing almost painfully with desire.

I lost track of the number of orgasms I heard, the sounds of their lust intermingling as they exchanged partners enjoying one another to the fullest.

"I don't know...think we should give Dave a little relief now?" Chris ventured. "He has shown some remorse, and he has been punished to some extent by not getting to see what any of us have been doing or enjoying with one another. What do you think?" she asked in general.

Much to my relief, I did feel a pair of soft warm hands suddenly surround my rock hard prick, once again stroking it pleasurably.

"That feel good?" Diane asked me now telling me who was doing it anyway. I could only moan in response to that. Already hovering on the edge.

"Too good I think," April added a moment later. "You getting close there Dave?" she asked.

"Yes...yes, almost," I managed already beginning to feel the tingle of anticipation at my impending climax, which is when Diane quit playing with me, and which is also when I heard the sound of the door opening.

"Wait! Wait, where are you going? What's going on?" I asked stupidly.

"We're going back downstairs for another drink, some more chat, and another look at your...our...diary," Chris amended. "Shouldn't be gone too long, or maybe we will. Either way, doesn't really matter to you now does it?" she said.

All I heard after that was the sound of the door closing and footsteps once again going down the hall towards the stairs along with a lot of giggling laughter.

#

So lost in thought, I didn't even hear the door open when it did. But I did know that at least I hadn't been laying there in the darkness as long as I had the first time either. And I had hopes that the girls had finally decided to release me, having decided I'd been punished enough for my stupidity.

Almost silently, I heard footsteps crossing over to my bed. Whoever it was, was alone however as I heard and felt no one else. What I also felt was again the touch of someone's hand stroking my cock, reawakening it which didn't take much to do as I had been and was to some extent, still very much aroused.

"Please, say something," I begged as her hand continued to manipulate my cock pleasurably. But I heard nothing but silence answer my request. "Please...which one are you?" I then said, and felt a very unpleasurable squeeze surround my cock, making me wish I hadn't said that the way that it had sounded. "Ouch!"

Thankfully, whoever it was quit squeezing me, but also whoever it was stood up and walked back out the door without saying anything to me either. And try as I might, there was nothing about her touch, or anything else for that matter that even gave me a brief hint as to who, "or which one" I thought once again chastising myself, it had been.

This time, it actually was a bit longer before I heard the footsteps, which I now lay listening for though my mind had continued to wander. Once again I heard the door open, bare feet padding along the floor towards my bed, then "someone" actually crawling up into bed, hands again wrapping around my cock, stroking it back to hardness which surprisingly didn't take all that long. By now, I had no idea of what to expect, or what direction anything would come from when it did. So needless to say, I certainly wasn't expecting the feel of a silky slick pussy suddenly engulfing my prick, easing itself down over my shaft, though it did indeed feel glorious when she did.

"Oh fuck!" I moaned thrusting upwards, but in doing so, felt her uncunt herself from me. Only after I lay still unmoving did she then again slip herself over me, slowly lowering up and down briefly, and the feel of her sweet wet cunt driving me nearly insane. "Oh God that's good...that's nice," I moaned as once again I began to feel the tingle of anticipation and sweet ecstasy just around the corner.

"Oh no! No! No!" I pleaded only a second after that as the sweetness and pleasure left. The sound of footsteps going back out the door, once again the sound of it closing as my unknown lover departed, leaving me to my thoughts and frustrations there in the darkness.

And so it began. I lost track of time, as well as the intervals when someone would come. Sometimes it felt like only five minutes had passed, even my cock having remained somewhat erect. But then other times, the silence and wait maddening, expectantly laying there until I had realized I'd actually fallen asleep, only to be awakened by the feel of someone touching me, sometimes sucking or licking me awake, though not a single word was ever spoken or given me. Just the arousal, the awakening of my desires, which by now of course, I'd come to realize, would go on unfulfilled. 

I honestly thought I was beginning to hallucinate, hearing sounds when there were none, and then not hearing anything when there was. And not always did anyone touch me either. Sometimes I just heard the door open, someone standing there, and then hearing it closing again.

"Please...please, say something," I said finally upon hearing the door opening again. "Look...I'm sorry, I really am sorry that I've hurt anyone. But you've got to at least listen to reason here, you can't keep me all tied up like this."

"Oh? And why can't we?" Chris said. The sound of her voice breaking the too long silence I'd been sitting in, sounding almost heavenly, even if the tone of her voice wasn't.

"I've gotta pee for one," I offered as though that would really carry any weight with her, which it didn't of course.

"We've got a bottle for that," she said simply. "And a bed pan for the other," she added already answering my next question before I'd even asked it, which I didn't.

"Chris please," I then pleaded honestly and sincerely. "I really am sorry...but you can't keep me tied up like this."

"And like I said...why can't we?"

I knew that tomorrow was Saturday, or perhaps maybe it already was. I honestly had no way of knowing for sure. So using going to class as an excuse was out of the question. But I smiled inwardly, I did have a family photo shoot scheduled for the afternoon.

"I have an appointment," I told her. "And I can't not show up, it's my livelihood, if word should get out that I'm unreliable."

"Oh...but in a way you are Dave!" Chris admonished me. "But not to worry, Janet's already called and said she is more than willing to come over and do the shoot for you, even made apologies for you already, telling them that you were unfortunately tied up at the moment and couldn't get away."

"Very funny," I said angrily.

"We thought so too!" Chris responded. "Now...you want me to get you that bottle?"

"No!"

"Would you like something to eat?"

When she said that, I really did wonder what time it was. "Chris...what time IS it anyway?"

"It's tomorrow time," she told me. "And it promises to be another long...though very busy day, and we really should get started don't you think?" And with that, I felt her slowly begin to suck and tickle my cock with her lips. I fought hard this time however, willing it NOT to rise, though I soon began to fail in the effort. Her lips really were magical, her tongue dancing around the supersensitive crown of my cock teasing it maddeningly.

"How's it going Chris?" I suddenly heard April's voice asking. "Need any help?"

"Yeah, how about you help me to cum," I could hear the grin in her voice asking. "Have to admit, I am getting a bit horny here, and probably could use a little relief."

"Fuck!" I moaned hearing her, and then hearing her even more as she began to moan as she rolled over onto the bed, the sound of April crawling up between her legs, and beginning to lick that sweet tasting pussy of hers as I laid there listening to them.

"Maybe we should give him a little reward for behaving himself," Chris said, "What do you think?"

"Maybe," April offered, "What do you have in mind?" 

I heard them whispering briefly, then April laughing. "Sounds fair," she said and then got up off the bed. The next moment, I felt my blindfold being thankfully removed. And I was indeed surprised to discover it was well into the morning, though the blinds were still drawn, there was sunlight filtering into my room through them. It took several moments for my eyes to adjust, and as they did, the honest urge to pee really did hit me then, as I always had to pee like a racehorse first thing in the morning.

"April? Chris? I really do need to pee! No kidding...honestly. Please, untie me so I can," I said almost desperately.

Sadly, I saw Chris walk over to the nightstand, grabbing a Mason jar, which she brought back to the bed with her. Taking my dick in hand, she bent it forward aiming it into the bottle.

"Whenever you're ready," she told me.

"You can't be serious!" I exclaimed.

"Suit yourself," she said taking the bottle away getting back up off the bed.

"Ok, ok! I really do need to go!" I told her, whatever inhibitions I had, or insecurities suddenly evaporating as she once again repositioned the bottle...just in time before I had soaked myself accidentally.

#

After I had relieved myself even as the two girls sat watching me, they immediately went right back to doing what they had been. Forced to watch, which was both torture as well as pleasure, April cupped Chris's breasts together, her thick fat nipples being sucked together at once, the sight of which soon had my prick dancing in want, though again purposely neglected as I lay there, still straining against the bindings that held me. I don't think I have ever felt my cock throb as much as it was at that point, April hungrily lapping at Chris's tits as she sat running her fingers through April's hair, holding her head against her as though she was actually nursing her.

But if that wasn't bad enough, Chris had also reached down between April's legs, her fingers toying with her pussy, fingers already beginning to produce the slippery sound of juice that she began to finger-fuck, making even more lovely decadent sounds as she probed, slid, and fingered April's obviously juicy wet cunt.

"Come here baby," Chris cooed, "Let me hump that deliciously wet slit of yours," she said confirming the obvious.

Agonizingly so, I then watched as the two girls repositioned themselves on the foot of the bed, my feet actually brushing against Chris's ass briefly as they situated themselves. April slid one of her legs through Chris's, and Chris likewise then slid her leg up and over one of Aprils until they had managed to press themselves together in a scissors-like fashion, pussy to pussy, which they now began rotating and gyrating together sighing pleasurably. I could even more clearly hear the squishy, slurpy cunt kissing sounds they were both making as their neither lips caressed, teased and sucked at one another sensually.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I cried out in total exasperation, my cock throbbing wildly, swollen, purple and angrily hard.

"Poor baby," Chris half purred reaching over, giving it a sweet little pat that sent shivers of delight racing up my shaft. And then to my surprise, I felt the surging tingle of release suddenly racing up through it, realizing I was about to have a wide-awake wet dream.

"Oh yes!" I literally screamed out, watching my cock explode all on its own, the geyser of spunk which flew from the head of my prick enormous, the streamer of cum skyrocketing into the air, one after the other as my penis continued to throb, continued to pulsate, and continued to ejaculate one glorious ribbon of cream one after the other.

Both Chris and April sat fascinated as my cock continued to spew its molten lava, neither one of them moving, merely watching with wide-eyed surprise.

"You made a mess!" April announced almost happily seeing the aftermath of my much needed orgasm as it fell back upon me, drenching me literally everywhere, along with the sheets as little rivers of cream collected, and then ran off in varying directions down between my balls, or off my stomach.

"Yes he did," Chris added as the two girls disengaged themselves beneath me and then slid out of bed, each one coming to sit on either side of me as my prick just then finished oozing out the last remnants of my much needed release.

"Guess we should clean him up some don't you?" April asked looking across me towards Chris who even then was already running her fingers around and through my wet sticky spunk playing in it.

"Oh yes, definitely," Chris told her. "Can't very well leave him like this," she added, and then leaned over immediately engulfing my prick in her mouth, the single runner of cum that was clinging to my shaft suddenly disappearing as she licked it off. April began doing the same, her tongue chasing lines of semen all over my stomach, eventually moving down to help Chris as the two of them spread my legs even further, lapping at my balls cleaning them off as well.

To my delight, and theirs, I felt the twinge of renewed arousal already twitching inside my shaft as it firmed to everyone's surprise.

#

It didn't take long, my cock was soon as hard and erect as it had ever been. "That was very naughty of you, you know," Chris stated. "Coming all over yourself like that, and without our permission!"

"Sorry," I stammered, "But it couldn't be helped," I added with a twinge of a smile on my face, it had after all felt damn good...just the release itself taking the edge off of what was becoming the most uncomfortable feeling I had ever known before.

"Yes well, we're going to have to punish you for that some too now," Chris told me, though she said it in that tone of voice I was all too familiar with, which also informed me she was damn horny herself now.

I watched with a great deal of curiosity as Chris positioned herself on her side, the move looking much like the one she had just been in with April, her cunt coming into direct contact with my prick, though she merely pressed herself against it, not placing it inside that juicy wet passage.

"Come on April," She said, squeeze in here and get yourself pressed against the other side of him.

It took a moment as April figured out what she needed to do, the "pretzel-like" position suddenly taking shape as the girls managed to sandwich my once again fully hard cock between them, each pair of their lips now pressed against it, slippery, soft and wonderfully warm.

"Holy fucking shit!" We all heard a moment after that as Diane entered the room and stood there looking at the three of us. 

"Come join us!" April grinned hotly.

I could only lay there and wonder how, though Diane soon answered that question after she'd removed what little clothing she had on, quickly running over to the bed where she kneeled by my head, leaning over, and somehow managed to find the head of my cock as it remained pressed between the neither lips of the two women who lay grinding themselves against it.

Quite by accident, as Diane leaned over the way she had to, I realized my fingers could just reach her pussy, immediately running up the length of her split which was already moist with her free dripping juices. Finding her hard extended little clit, I pressed it between my fingers, rolling it as she knobbed the head of my prick with her mouth, sucking it lightly as I likewise continued to feel the press of two soft warm pussies kissing it as they pressed themselves together around it.

"So where's Janet?" April asked.

"Was just coming up to tell you, she's on her way back, should be here any time now," Diane spoke though still mouthing the head of my cock. "Oh, and that lunch was ready, though I am sure that will wait for later," she giggled once again wriggling her ass back against the palm of my hand as I slid my fingers deeply inside her now pummeling her cunt from behind as best as I could, though the bindings holding my hand limited my movements.

I felt before hearing Chris's orgasm begin. The sudden additional warmth of her creamy nectar cascading and surrounding my cock, followed moments later by her deep guttural groan of pleasured joy. As she did so, she likewise triggered April's climax, soon joining her as the two girls humped themselves pleasurably against one another with my shaft still wonderfully sandwiched in between. Even Diane impaled herself more fully on my fingers, finding her own joy upon them, crying out in ecstasy as her slickness ran down my hand.




Revenge



"Whew, well...that was certainly nice," Chris said extricating herself as they all did. "Now I'm hungry!" she announced as the three of them stood and prepared to go back down stairs and have the lunch that was waiting for them.

"What about Dave?" Diane asked.

Chris turned to look towards me, my cock once again all alone, still furiously hard and throbbing. "We'll send Janet up with something for him once she gets back," she stated, then turned and disappeared through the door behind the others.

#

It was another thirty minutes or so before I heard the sound of footsteps coming down the short hallway to my room. The door opened and Janet walked in, holding nothing more than a bright red shiny apple.

"Heard you had an interesting morning," she told me. "You must be hungry after all that." Her expression was less than enthusiastic however, so I said nothing, just lying there looking at her. Janet walked over holding the apple in her hand. "Open wide," she told me. I did so, as she placed the apple in my mouth. "Now...bite down." Once again, I did, but she left it that way, me with an apple in my mouth unable to speak now even if I'd wanted to.

I watched as Janet slowly peeled off her clothing then, when she was naked she crawled into the bed positioning herself over me, her pussy just resting against my cock. She rocked against me momentarily, ensuring within moments that I was fully erect once again before allowing herself to capture my rock-hard cock inside her wet juicy split, easing herself down over it until she had fully impaled herself on my member.

"When this is finally over, I can't help but wonder if you're actually going to have regrets about this," Janet began speaking. "Knowing you will never again put this nice hard cock of yours inside my pussy, nor ever again see or play with these breasts," she said holding them in her own hands, fingering her hard extended nipples as she did so.

With the apple still held inside my mouth, I could hardly even breathe let alone speak as she slowly began moving herself up and down my shaft, still speaking to me as she continued.

"Will you even miss the way my mouth feels as I'm sucking your cock? Or was it not good enough that you needed to feel someone else's mouth doing it more than mine?" she asked neither expecting or wanting an answer, though I groaned one around the apple I held, trying to show her the desire I had for her in my eyes, though that too went unnoticed.

"And I will miss working with you too," she told me sadly. "I was really starting to enjoy doing that," she added as her tempo increased, the pleasure of her slick satin split sliding easily up and down my shaft as she strove towards climax, her hands still busily caressing her sweet breasts, my own hands frustratingly bound, wishing that I could be.

Even her orgasm was silent, which was strange for her. And though she came, she did so almost reluctantly, allowing the sensation to happen without much, if any of the joy, which came with it. Slipping herself off of me then, she reached for the apple, taking it, allowing me to chew off the last bit that remained.

"I wish you'd listen to me," I managed to tell her as she stood once again dressing herself. "There's a lot you don't know...things I was about to do, about to say."

"Yeah right...well Dave, I think it's too late now for any of that," she told me, and then before I could say anything else, Janet quickly left the room, once again leaving me to my thoughts and frustrations.

#

I had been in this one position for so long now, that it was becoming almost unbearable. With hardly any slack whatsoever, I had just enough to lessen the tension on my arms, though it firmed with the bindings holding my legs. Shifting back the other way gave me some relief for a moment, but I again thrashed slightly, trying to work a kink out of my back when I heard the sound of the cloth binding my wrists catch on something. Looking up I saw what appeared to be the head of a small screw snag one side of the cloth. I shifted off to one side ensuring it was caught, and then pulled on it. To my surprise and delight, I heard it tear again, saw a portion of the material rip away, and knew that another hard pull would sever it entirely. Before doing that however, I lay there thinking to myself, a plan of sorts coming to mind.

It was quite a while before anyone else came up to check on me, by then I had to pee again, so Diane thankfully held my pee bottle as I filled it.

"You need anything else?" she asked, almost apologetically. I had gotten the impression from her that the girls were staring to have second thoughts about what they were doing, though it was Chris who was obviously making all the decisions about continuing on with it, for a while at least.

"I am a little cold," I told her. "Would you mind at least covering my feet up with the blanket? That would help considerably thank you."

"Sure," she said, and then placed it up and over my feet and then just beneath my groin, though ensuring my cock remained uncovered, just as Chris had demanded it would be.

I knew only that Chris would be away at work this evening as would Janet, leaving Diane and April to keep tabs on me and see to whatever immediate or necessary needs that I might have, including their own, though the sexual teasing had begun to diminish, another clue that the girls were not finding their vengeful binding of me quite as entertaining as they had in the beginning.

It had already grown dark once again inside my room, and I waited for one final visit, which April soon after gave me, again, merely checking on me with the promise of bringing up some soup she and Diane had made for me a bit later.

The moment she left, I pulled on the nearly torn through binding and smiled as it easily finished tearing away from the post it was attached to. Hurriedly, I undid the rest of my bindings, and then began to tear a series of strips from the outer sheet until I had several, which I then stuffed beneath the blanket. I waited only a short time after that, hearing someone's approach and repositioned my hands off to either side of the bed and behind me, looking as though I were still bound, and waited for the door to open.

April came in carrying a small tray with a bowl of soup and some crackers on it. "Hungry?" she asked.

"Very...but would you do me a small favor?" I asked.

"What?" 

"I'd enjoy seeing you naked again while you feed me," I told her.

She looked at me curiously, but then shrugged her shoulders sitting the tray down on a nearby table, and then quickly undressed. I waited until she had begun to pull the sweater she was wearing up and over her head before I moved, faster than she realized and certainly without having any idea whatsoever that I was no longer bound.

Even as she screamed out of surprise more than fear, I knew that the sound wouldn't reach Diane below us. Holding her firmly, hands now clasped behind her back, I maneuvered her towards the bed.

"April, listen to me. I'm not going to hurt you, though I am going to get even with you just a little bit. But also know, that this will be all over with tonight."

I was pleased when she quit struggling, looking almost relieved to hear that, though she still wasn't too happy when I began tying her up to the bed, using the torn strips I had made to secure her in much the same way that I had been. Unfortunately however, it was also necessary to gag her, even though she promised to remain quiet. It was a chance I wasn't willing to take until I had captured all the girls and turned the tide on them.

Once she was secure, I looked down at her and smiled. The look in her eyes wasn't exactly panic, but she did look nervous as hell, wondering what it was I was about to do to her. "Relax...enjoy it. Well...sort of," I said teasingly. And then knelt between her legs and proceeded to tickle and caress her wide open pussy with my lips and fingers, making her squirm, moaning deliriously, though stopping short of allowing her to climax, easing off...waiting until she had calmed before torturing her with my tongue once again.

In my mind I figured this would most likely be the very last time I was either with, or saw any of the girls. After all that had happened, there was certainly no going back to the way things had been for one thing, and for another, I did realize how much I had come to care about Janet, more than I was willing to admit, though after our last encounter together, I also knew that to be a lost cause as well.

April was still writhing about on the bed, the arousal I'd given her with my tongue just enough to keep her aroused as I then placed my cock at her opening, sliding into her as she greedily welcomed it, fucking back against me now as I slid in and out of that hot wet fuck tunnel. With all the pent up frustration and excitement I'd been forced to endure, it didn't take long for me to feel the sensation of orgasms approach, but I also wasn't of the mind-set to be too worried about April's pleasures at the moment either. There was a brief moment of satisfaction for me, and frustration on April's face as I withdrew my prick before spewing a large load of cum all over her pussy, wetting it down, streamers of spunk dripping down her slit onto the sheet. All this having occurred in less than a few minutes or so.

I figured it wouldn't be too terribly long before Diane became curious enough to wonder what was taking April so long. And it didn't. Hearing her footsteps down the hall, I quickly made my way over to the door, standing behind it after first turning off all the lights and throwing the sheet up and over April covering her entirely.

As expected, she came in without any concerns or suspicions whatsoever, though she stood there in the doorway for a moment trying to let her eyes adjust to what she was looking at there on the bed, which gave me just enough time to grab her, which did freak her out a little as she put up quite a fight for a moment until as I had done with April, quickly assuring her I had no intention of hurting her, she finally calmed down and quit struggling. I then explained what my intentions were, and that as long as she cooperated, just as April was doing, it would all be over with soon. I had soon bound her to the bed as well, though facing in the opposite direction. I also removed April's gag with her vow to remain quiet which she was only more than happy to promise me after getting her assurance as well as Diane's that neither one of them would sound out an alarm when either Chris or Janet returned.

Seeing the two girls now bound and facing in opposite directions was erotically stimulating. And as I had done to April, I now began doing to Diane, taking time to enjoy her sweet naked body most likely again for the last time. Diane had nice well rounded tits with incredibly hard sweet nipples, so I amused myself in licking and sucking them, reaching down to finger, not at all surprised to find her pussy just as wet and slick as I had found Aprils. And it was an added treat as I continued fondling and playing with her to see April once again moaning and pleading to be released, promising as was Diane now, not to give me away if I would just release them both and let them go. 

Naturally I ignored their requests and began tapping my cock against both of their breasts until it had again grown stiff and hard. I then climbed in between Diane's legs, teased her clit briefly with the head of my prick, hearing her moan her delight as I did that, and then slid it inside her, once again thinking to myself that this too would no doubt be the last time I ever did. When I felt my orgasms approach, I stood at the side of the bed facing them both, and then watched as my cum spray showered down upon the two of them, watching the ribbons of spunk criss-crossing over both of their nubile young bodies enjoying the nearly obscene look of it afterwards as milked out the last remnants of my spunk on each of their faces.

"Turn abouts fair play," I told them both. Diane had in fact managed to smear her own sweet juice on my face leaving me there to smell her essence, aroused by it, yet left alone with it clinging to my face afterwards, so having done so myself to the two of them, neither one looked upon me with any disgust or anger. If anything, it was interesting to watch April as she actually tried to lick up a small patch of my cream that had run down to the corner of her mouth.

"It won't be much longer," I assured them both. "This will all be over with tonight."

I soon left the room, after checking their restraints, and then turned off the light, giving them a little dose of what they'd been giving me. I finally reacquainted myself with the time, having had up until then no clue as to what time it really was. Glancing at the clock in Diane's apartment, I realized I had less than an hour before Chris would be arriving home from work. And as for Janet, she could literally arrive anytime, either before or after Chris did, so I knew immediately that I had to hurry. 

But first things came first...and I immediately headed off into the bathroom.

#

Diane and I had sometimes incorporated the use of a few toys, so I knew where it was that she kept them. Opening her nightstand, I quickly grabbed three of those, and then added to that a roll of duct tape, taking that back with me upstairs, after first leaving a note for either Janet or Chris, whoever arrived home first, printed in what I hoped would look like a feminine hand, telling them to get naked and come up and join us whenever they arrived home. Whether they actually did or didn't, really didn't matter, it would make it easier of course, but either way, I was fairly confident I'd subdue them just as easily as I had the other two girls.

When I entered the room and turned on the lights, the girls merely looked at me in wide-eyed wonder, especially when they saw me carrying in several of Diane's naughty little toys.

"What are you going to do?" April asked worriedly.

"What do you think? Drive you both nuts the way you did me. But...I will give you one option, you get to choose. And since these are yours Diane...you get to pick first, which one would you like?"

What they didn't count on, was what I intended to use the duct tape for. Once I had inserted the vibrating toys inside the two girls, though leaving them on the lowest possible settings, I then taped the toys into place, ensuring there was no way possible the girls could have worked them out of themselves, which I am sure they both felt they would easily be able to do. Boy...where they in for a surprise when they realized what I had done, and what they had to endure for however long that it was.

I was so enamored with watching the two girls writhing about on the bed that I nearly didn't hear the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs. Quickly turning off the lights, I stood behind the door and waited. Moments later, it opened and Chris walked in.

"What the hell are you two doing?" she'd asked just as I stepped around quickly pinning her arms behind her.

"Surprise!"

"Dave? How..."

"Doesn't matter," I said as I quickly marched her over towards the bathroom door. The tenant before me had been considerate enough to hang several hooks high up upon the door, so it was just a matter of briefly struggling with Chris as she still tried to fight me until I had finally managed to secure her wrists to the hooks that were so conveniently positioned for me.

"Listen Dave, I was just coming up here to release you," she told me.

"Oh? In the nude?" I answered back. "I don't think so." I then secured each of her legs with a long piece of cloth tying one to the bed, and the other to the space heater on the opposite wall, thus making her stand there with her legs spread wide open. Seeing both April and Diane on the bed, each with a toy inserted into their cunts, duct-taped in place, she had a pretty good idea of what I was about to do to her.

"Look Dave, ok...I admit, this has all gotten a little out of hand, but I think we can all agree to sit down and discuss it rationally now, especially since I think we've all had a chance to calm down and think about it."

"Who says I'm calm? Or rational?" I told her. "And besides, it really wouldn't be fair to either April or Diane if I didn't treat you fairly now would it?"

The one thing about Chris was the fact she had a really super-sensitive clit, and could have several orgasms in a row just by having it stimulated. I then knelt, spreading her lips apart with my fingers, drawing that hard little nodule into my mouth, sucking and rolling it around until her moans, which she initially tried to suppress, told me she was already hovering on the edge. Only then did I stand, my prick now hard as a rock once again, placing it at the opening of her cunt where I began teasing that same hard clit of hers with my cock, knowing full well what I was about to do and enjoy with her as I did so.

I had to admit, I loved watching Chris squirt, which she always did whenever I masturbated her clit with my prick. But I also knew something else about her as well, that after she had climaxed this way, she would most often continue to experience wave after wave of additional pleasure so long as I continued to stimulate her clit after she had squirted. Letting her cum just the once, squirting nicely I hoped, I knew then she would hover their on the edge for long afterwards, frustratingly so as I had thought about and planned it.

Before doing that however, I then produced a pair of nipple clamps, attaching them each to her large breasts, her sensitive nipples responding to them almost immediately, which I also knew would send an additional charge straight down to her pussy as she hung there against the door. I then began to tease her clit with my cock, rubbing it up and down against her, watching her straining against the door, finally succumbing to the inevitable as I felt the first delightful spray of her pussy juice, stepping back, watching her squirt as was both Diane and April as they lay on the bed seeing this, actually orgasming themselves around the toys still purring away contentedly inside them both.

Chris then began to plead with me, even as her pussy continued to stream out the last bit of her very wet climax, seeing me step back, she knew I wasn't going to allow her to climax as I had usually done. "Please Dave, please! Don't leave me hanging like this!"

I could only laugh at that, because she literally was.

But I wasn't quite finished with her yet either. Taking the last of Diane's vibrators, along with the duct-tape, Chris almost smiled knowing what I had done to the others, but that wasn't my intention for her at all. I positioned it, taping it firmly and securely against her thigh, just inches away from her cunt, before turning it on. She literally stood there glaring at me.

"You can't be serious!" she exclaimed almost wild-eyed. "You can't just leave me like this and not do something!"

I didn't say anything to that, merely turning around and heading back towards the bed, checking the other's restraints once last time. I then spoke directly to Diane.

"I'll start looking for a new place to live tomorrow," I told her. "Then none of you will have to worry about running into me any more after that. And...as soon as Janet gets back, she can let the three of you loose. Hopefully, we can call it even after this." I informed them all, and then headed downstairs to my own apartment for some much needed rest.

#

I know I had fallen immediately asleep, finally allowed to position myself comfortably in my own bed. The next thing I knew, or rather felt, was a soft pair of hands gently touching me coaxing me awake.

"Huh?" I said groggily starting to wake up. "Who's there?" It was still dark, so I had no idea who it was, but I guess I shouldn't have been too surprised by it.




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"It's me," Janet said simply. "I've already been upstairs and let the girls go. They told me what you said. Diane told me to tell you, that there's no need for you to find another place to live, that as far as everyone's concerned, we're all even now, and hopefully there will be no hard feelings over all this."

"Ok," I said. "That's good to hear, so...what about you? Why are you even here?" I asked.

"Because I owe you an apology too," she told me. "We were just as wrong to do what we did, as what you did to us I think, so I needed and wanted to tell you that. That...and to tell you that I don't want things to end between us either, nor...do any of the others."

"What?"

"It's something we talked about earlier this evening, when we really had decided to set you free and to tell you what we'd decided, that none of us wanted our relationships to end, especially after all this, but if you're still dead set on moving away, or not wanting to have anything to do with me, or with anyone else, we'd certainly understand."

I had to laugh at that. "So you're telling me that the four of you are all good with my sleeping with each one of you?"

"Well, that...and with one another," Janet admitted openly. "We've all sort of gotten pretty close too, so if you don't have a problem with that," she told me.

"I think I need to think about that some," I said simply, and then gathered her into my arms, only then realizing she was naked as I positioned her on top of myself. I quickly slipped my hardening cock inside that tight wet furrow, feeling Janet as she further slid herself against me until she was fully impaled upon my shaft. "I think...I'm good with that sort of arrangement, if you are," I told her.

"Well, for now at least," she admitted as she began rocking back and forth against me just as April, Chris and Diane walked into the room.



Revenge



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*

Julie was staring at me across the bar again. I often saw her in here, perhaps why I keep frequenting this bar when there are plenty of others closer to home. My mates had warned Me about her, about how she is just out for what she can get. 

I had seen her Myself, always flirting and all over the guys then backing off the second they suggest going somewhere. There were rumours of her forcing guys into chastity, and I knew she wasn't a Mistress, she had the wrong demeanour for that. Julie was just a girl in a bar who got her kicks from winding guys up and having them drool all over her. I could see how she gets away with it as well, stunning, big and obviously natural breasts, and an ass to die for. Every guy was hooked on her, I had never seen her buy herself a drink or anything, always latched onto a guy until she was bored or went home, alone. I wondered how long it had been since she had had sex, seeing as she always rejected any guy who inevitably asked her home.

As she came over to Me, she wiggled her hips in that seductive way women have when they are confident and have selected the guy they are going to have. I had decided a while back I would teach her a lesson, and hoped I was playing My hand right. By never asking her home, and systematically either ignoring her, or just making polite conversation, I hoped she was the kind of girl who likes to attain the unattainable. 

'Hey stranger, not seen you for a while' she said.

'Not been in for a while, hectic at work.'

'Well, you know what they say about all work and no play right?'

'Yeah well, that's how life goes sometimes.'

'Shame though, you got to make time for fun!' she says as she strokes My knee. 

'Of course, that's why I'm here. Beer, good music, bit of alone time. Makes a nice change!'

'More fun to be had with someone though, don't you think?'

'Depends what kind of fun you mean, I suppose it depends what kind of fun you mean.'

'How about I show you?' Julie said, rubbing My thigh as she did.

'And how do you plan to do that?'

'Finish your beer, and you can find out.'

I fully expected to be taken to another pub, or a club, knowing how she likes to lead guys on, but figured I could let her think I was interested then blow her off for another girl when we got there. So it was a big shock when we ended up at her place. A nice modern house, detached from any others. We went in and she kissed Me hard and long. I pushed her against the wall, and she fumbled at My trousers. We stripped each other on the way up to the bedroom. When we got there, she pushed Me onto the bed, climbed on top of Me, and grinned mischievously. 

'We are going to get kinky. You like that?'

'Yeah, how kinky?'

'How's this for you?' she reaches into the bedside draw and pulls out some handcuffs. She grins as she reaches across for My wrist, but I quickly and deftly reverse the tables. Quickly grabbing her wrist, I snapped one cuff to it, and pulled the chain around the bedpost. Julie began to struggle, and I grabbed her other arm, forced it into the other cuff, and moved out of the way of her legs as she thrashed about. I ignored her as she kept threatening Me, and ordering Me to let her go. I looked around, and found some ankle cuffs, and managed to get her ankles tied, forced apart as the chain ran under the bed. I looked in her draw to see what else was there, found a penis gag, and used it to shut her up. I found whips, vibrators, dildos, paddles, rope, male chastity belts, nipple clamps, ball stretchers, weights and a bunch of other things in her wardrobe. There was also a row of ten keys, but only two chastity belts. I wondered if the poor chastised guys enjoyed it, or whether they had been forced into it, as was undoubtedly the plan for Me. I also wondered how many relationships and marriages this cock tease had broken up. Then I figured if she had, it was the guys own fault for cheating on their partners.

I picked up the nipple clamps, and walked over to her. Her eyes were wide, with both fear and a little excitement, which surprised Me. I laid the clamps on her stomach, and took out the gag.

'Untie me you bastard. What do you think your doing?'

'Doing to you what you were planning on doing to Me. I am going to tease you a lot and maybe torture you. How much depends on how nice you are to Me.'

'Untie me or else I'll go to the police and report you.'

'Don't threaten Me,' I said calmly 'you are not in a position to make threats or demands. How many times have guys been genuinely interested in you, and you just use them for what you want? How many times have you forced them to this bed and teased and tortured them? How many times have you forced them into chastity and used them for your pleasure? I think its about time someone showed you how that feels.'

'Please, let me go. I promise, I wont be a bitch any more. I only did it to make me feel good.'

'Well that's what I'm going to show you baby, how it feels to be used and tossed aside. You didn't know this about Me, but I love to see women helpless and horny. Normally, I ask girls if they like it, respecting their decision to say no and not force it on them. But you don't do that for guys. That's why I'm doing this to you, because you didn't care about My, or any guys, feelings. How does it feel?'

'Pissed off. Your going to pay for this you arrogant raping bastard!'

'Given up pretending to be sorry now huh? Don't worry, you WILL be sorry later!'

Julie screams at Me to let her go, but I force the penis gag back into her mouth, and tie it tight. Now only pathetic little murmurs come from her. She tries to pull her wrists and ankles free, but the cuffs and bed posts are strong, which was, no doubt, the reason she bought them.

I ran My finger up her slit, and noticed that she was quite wet. I looked at her and laughed at the horror in her eyes as she realised her own body was betraying her to Me. I slid My finger into her hole, just enough to get it wet, then wiped in clean on her face, just below her nose, so she could smell her scent. There was an immediate look of lust and yearning in her eyes and on her face, which made Me wonder if she secretly thought about a guy doing this to her. Hell, she had so much control over men, maybe one of her chastised slaves was ordered to do this to her, after she had safely hidden his key or whatever. All I knew for certain was, however much she threatened Me, begged Me to let her go, she was enjoying this! I picked up the vibrator, turned it on, and gently ran it up and down her thighs, over her stomach, and brushing her nipples. She let out a moan, obviously of pleasure, and I grinned, knowing that this one was going to be fun. I ran the vibrator very lightly over her pussy slit, up and down, until her hips started to try and gain more pressure on it. It was then that I pulled it away, and ran it over the small part of her ass which was exposed. Constantly running the vibrator like this, switching between her ass and pussy, made her moan and constantly attempt to thrust into it. She looked so cute in her futile efforts, her head tilted back, fists clenched, eyes wide open, helpless to do anything but lie there and take it. 

'You look like your enjoying this, you cock teasing slut. Are you?' I asked. Her head snapped forward and she shot Me a look of pure frustration. I held her gaze until she reluctantly nodded. 

'It has only been twenty minutes, and already your so desperate, imagine how you will feel in a few hours,' I mocked. I could see her silently pleading with her eyes. I grinned, and carried on. 



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"Set P to 0," said Emily as her friend walked into her lab.

"Emily," said Mary, a gorgeous brunette, "how are you today and who is this?"

Mary had pointed with her eyes to the man standing beside her, his 6' tall, barrel-chested physique barely contained by his scrubs.

"This is Jeremy, my assistant," said Emily as she watched her friend's reaction to meeting him.

Mary put forward her delicate hand as she puffed out her chest. She shook his hand and as she did each held the other's gaze like long lost lovers. "Nice to meet you Jeremy," she said somewhat sexily.

"Nice to meet you too," said Jeremy in a deep baritone voice that reverberated as if in an echo chamber, the very sound of his voice caused Mary to feel as if she was going to swoon then and there. 

"So," said Emily, "what did you stop by for today?"

"For those herbs you promised me for the garden, the ones you said were made to be more fragrant and grow quicker," Mary said.

Emily had known the answer before it was given as Mary was not only her friend by one of her experiments as well. Emily had used a combination of hypnosis and sound to help eliminate her friend's addictions to tobacco, food and alcohol. Or so Mary thought. What she did not know is that Emily had also programmed her at the same time.

Mary was still lost in Jeremy's eyes when she finally realized that her friend was back with the promised herbs. "Now make sure you don't use these with anyone but me for now. Is that clear Mary?"

"Yes Ma'am," Mary replied normally.

Mary finally left and Emily went back to her other experiment. "Strip off your clothes Jeremy," she said. Jeremy did so with no compunction whatsoever. "She is going to make such a good little gangbang slut once I am done fully programming her," Emily mused to noone in particular, "She should never have fucked my boyfriend—at least not without me there."

Jeremy did not reply at all as he had been programmed not to speak unless spoken to.  Emily fiddled a bit with Jeremy's electronic package correcting a slight glitch in his vocalization processing sub-routine as well as tweaking his sexual sub-routine. Jeremy, the robotic replacement husband, was life-like in almost every way. Jeremy, named after Ron Jeremy the porno star, was a far more endowed, skilled and attentive lover than any other man on the planet. He was built to learn a woman's desires, enhance them and completely satisfy them. If a woman desired to be dominated, used as a slut/sextoy, pain or anything else he would change to accommodate such desires as well.

Emily continued her plans for Jeremy and her former friend, Mary. Mary had proven easier than expected to program. Jeremy, for all his curiosity, turned out the harder of the two to program, but, eventually his ethical sub-routine was completely disabled and his sexual sub-routine was expanded to include every manner of sex and sexual deviance. Mary never expected that Emily knew of the affair she was having, if she had she surely would never have allowed her friend to program her the way she was.

The next step was to get Jeremy, totally controlled by Emily, together with Mary and make them a couple. It was a very easy thing to do given Mary's initial attraction to him even with the pheromone generators offline. Of course once she turned the generators on Emily expected that there would be no way Mary could possibly resist the allure of Jeremy. The android model 2009, Series 5, codename Jeremy, was advanced enough that its systems could simulate breathing, sweating, blinking and more.

Basically Jeremy is a man, but his programmability makes him perfect for revenge. Easily controllable, no memories of what he has done or any morals, able to be whatever he was told to be he was made perfect. Emily took Jeremy out one night to several different types of clubs to have him learn how to dance.

It seemed coincidental, but Mary was at one of the clubs dancing away when they arrived. Coincidence had nothing to do with it! Jeremy approached her stealthily and soon enough was simulating fucking her from behind as together they rocked about on the floor.

A Cheshire cat grin crossed Mary's face when she realized her dream lover was practically having sex with her in public on the dance floor. Her hands reached back between their bodies to get a better feel of the hard as steel cock pushing against her as they swayed to the music which was, by now, a slow couple's song. Were he a real man he would have enjoyed the grope all the more, but, machine as he was, Jeremy just responded as a man would albeit without the emotions of one mixed in. Hydraulics in his penis, combined with the material it was made out of and forced, heated oil made his tumescence far more apparent than its usual "flaccid" state. Of course as a machine his length and girth were easily controlled by his inner workings and he had near infinite stamina.

It didn't take long after they hit the dance floor before they were ready to leave it. Mary, emboldened even more by what she felt, not to mention the extreme setting of the Jeremy unit's pheromone generator, was soon enough begging to take him home. Alas for poor Mary revenge was at play here. Jeremy told her no! He told her further that she would have to beg and plead to her Master for that pleasure.

"Master," she thought to herself, "I am no man's little submissive slut."

Emily, however, hidden nearby, sensed Mary's reluctance and again upped the output level of the pheromones. It was amazing how quickly Mary's mind changed, especially when other women around Jeremy were already offering themselves to him. One, a gorgeous well-endowed, obviously surgically enhanced, blonde even dropped to her knees before him and began to pull his meat log from his pants.

"Yes Master," she replied her mind rapidly adjusting to her new position in life, "How may I serve you?" she continued as the words became easier and easier to say. The amazing cocktail of pheromones and other chemicals easily had put her in her most receptive state thereby allowing her to be controlled.

"Come with me my slut," said Jeremy as he led her towards the back of the bar. There, separated from the hustle and bustle of the bar was a pool room with several pool tables, a jukebox, soundproofing, a double door entry system which required the outer door be closed before the inner door could be opened and numerous rough looking patrons both male and female. Jeremy led his new slave within the room which, unbeknownst to even the owners, also housed a remote controlled video and audio broadcasting system.

"So slave," he said, "it is time to show your obedience to your Master. Drop to your knees and offer your body to whoever wishes to use you. You are to do as they say without question or delay. Only my commands are able to override any command given you. If I say it you will drop whatever you are doing and immediately do as instructed by me. Ladies first so they know you are ready for them now." 

Mary, the slut, now stripped out of her clothing and revealed her large ebony breasts, hourglass figure, long legs, straight hair that came to her knees, bee-sting lips that looked born to be placed around a hard cock and jade green eyes that burned into one's soul. Previously she had enjoyed sex but with single partners, now she was about to be used by any and all individually or in groups. 

The first to appear to Mary was a knockout redhead. "You may have her pleasure you alone or, if you wish, I will pleasure you with her. What is your preference?" asked Jeremy.

"Let her lick you and I while you fuck my pussy," the knockout said immediately laying on the floor and spreading her pierced pussy lips wide for his entry. Obviously this excited her majorly as she was already dripping wet and needed no extra stimulation or lubrication before the Series 5 was thrusting inside her hard and fast. Jeremy ordered Mary to lick and the redhead moaned as he entered her expanding and lengthening his member as he did so. From her uncomfortable position Mary was able to lick the redhead from an inverted position and Jeremy's member repeatedly was shoved down her throat heedless of her gag reflex which he seemed to take perverse satisfaction in setting off. 

Meanwhile Emily was, herself, taking perverse satisfaction in the fact that she controlled everything via the transceiver in her ear and the video controller which looked like a Blackberry but to which the various video feeds were sent to (besides the large hard drive in the trunk of her car). She chuckled to herself but a man nearby heard it and asked what was so funny.

"I suppose that depends upon your sensibilities," she mused.

The man glanced down only to see that a woman was on a pool table, strapped to all four corners, as each and every man and woman in the room took turns using her face, breasts and pussy. Rapidly word of the gangbang spread and the more that showed up the more that seemed to need to fuck with wild abandon. Mary's mouth and pussy were being so well used, so lubricated with semen, that it was almost a certainty that she would be impregnated. The thought of this brought a smile to Emily's face since pregnancy would certainly curtail Mary's activities to a good extent.

Mary, though by now seriously into what was happening, her body having betrayed her by climaxing too many times to keep count, wondered what her stoic Southern family would think if they knew of the number of men and women of color whom she'd licked, sucked and fucked. Thankfully, her thought continued, they did not—her family was racist, as she was, but her pussy, her whole body in fact, was not.

Emily's plan for revenge was nearly complete. All she had to do was anonymously mail or email her ex-friend's family with the video proof of what Mary had done and the game was over. But revenge is best the worse it gets, she wasn't going to just send it to Mary's family. The idea crossed her mind that she could send it to Mary's employer, her employees, her church or just post the videos on a website with free access for all to see. Emily snickered at the thoughts as they crossed her mind.

But it was the final thought that crossed her mind that was truly evil, truly a pleasure to her. She was going to turn the slut Mary had become into her own personal slave and she was going to humiliate her well and often.

"You slut," she'd called Mary when they were finally alone, "I know about what you did with my former boyfriend and I have full video and audio of you and your little game of pool." The ire dripped from her voice as she watched Mary's expressions. "You are going to do exactly as I say from now on or I am going to ruin your life. Understood bitch?"

Mary was flabbergasted. She didn't know what to say. So she froze.

"The correct answer is 'Yes Mistress' bitch!" Emily forcefully intoned

"Yes Mistress," Mary stammered out finally.

"Good," Emily said, "you can start by removing your undergarments here and now." The deer in the headlight look was priceless as Mary worked to remove her panties and bra in the middle of the crowded restaurant they were in at the time without anyone noticing. The attempt was futile. "Place them in the middle of the table and leave them there," Emily said, "my bitches don't wear underwear and they are not modest."

"Yes Mistress," replied Mary silently wondering if there was some way out of this punishment.

"Good slut," Emily snickered as she spoke, "now get a good feel of the waiter's cock when he come back. If he is of a size that would satisfy your pussy let me know immediately."

The waiter, an average looking male about 6' tall, jumped when the slut grabbed his cock. Once he'd settled back down he enjoyed the fact that she was slowly rubbing him through his pants. In fact he feared he'd cum if she kept it up much longer.

"He is acceptable Mistress," the slut said.

"Good," said Emily turning to the waiter, "Perhaps you'd like to join us outside so my slut can properly bring you off down her throat. If so I'd advise taking a break now. We will be in the alley outside for the next 10 minutes." Saying such Emily threw down the cost of the check and led her slut out the door. The slut's undergarments remained on the table to entice the waiter.

"Remove your top slut," said Emily pushing her former best friend to her knees. Then, pulling aside her skirt forced her pussy lips down upon the slut's face until she was hard pressed to even breathe.

The slut's top off, her tongue working a set of pussy lips apart so she could breathe, her heart pounding in her chest Mary was too preoccupied to notice when the waiter had arrived. Firm hands from her Mistress held her head in place as the waiter pulled his cock from his pants, lowered them to the ground and pressed firmly inside her. Emily loved the squeal of discomfort Mary made as a hard, unlubricated and very firm cock was suddenly thrust up her anal passage.

"I knew I could count on you," said Emily, "I just had an idea that you knew the proper way to use a slut."

"I bet she thought I'd dip my wick in her overly wet pussy and fuck her until she came over and over. The horny bitch knows better now. I am sure she will remember me and that night, tonight, when she learned how a slut is truly used," the waiter said.

"What is your name?" said Emily. "Do you have a way I can contact you anytime? I may want your assistance in further using my new slut."

"Wow, I am impressed. I thought she was an experienced slut based on what her ass fucks like. It would be my pleasure to help you break her in. My name is Paul. You can call me on my cell at 203-545-9189," he said as his member sawed rapidly in and out of Mary's previously virginal ass.

Mary, being fucked harshly, her Mistress' cunt oozing cum all over her face, did not notice when the waiter left her ass until he tried to enter her again. Luckily she was still open from his last intrusion. Somehow he felt different this time when he entered her. He should have. The waiter had already returned to work by then, his cum still dripping from her anal orifice.

And so it was that Mary's Mistress had silently signaled a nearby derelict, who had been sleeping off a bender in the alley, to take Mary's ass for the second time that day. He was far too grimy and smelly for a woman to want to fuck, but a slut like Mary would do whatever her Mistress said to and so it was that she obediently ate his cock fresh from her own ass after his vigorous fucking of her. Gagging, sputtering, she took it at first but within minutes, after she'd cleaned it of her leavings among other things, she was deepthroating him with relish. Although he was dirty initially the bum did possess something Mary wanted, needed, had no choice in choosing anyway even if she wanted to resist the power her former friend held her under—a thick, hard cock. 

Mary had finally given herself over to her darkest, sluttiest desires. She knew there was no way to resist her former friend, to get herself out of the situation she'd created, so she gave her mind, body and soul over to her new life. Besides, she thought, her Mistress knew all of her desires. What best friends don't know each other truly well—even better than lovers and spouses do? Now all that info was being used to please her Mistress' desires as well as exploring hers.

It was as the bum came down her throat the rancid taste of him assaulting her taste buds and nose, that this epiphany, this intense realization hit her. Suddenly, the instant Mary knew what her life was to be, the tastes and smells of the bum seemed as if they were the rarest of wines, the best flavors imaginable, to her. Spurt by spurt, her throat muscles milking him to the best of their ability, the bum's fluids shot powerfully into the back of Mary's throat. Every gulp she took of him seemed to set him off all the more.

Emily seemed to enjoy the small crowd that was gathering to watch the slut give a dirty blowjob to the bum. Of course her attention was diverted to the spunk shooting within her. Mistress pulled harshly on Mary's exposed nipples as if she were trying to remove something stubbornly stuck. Howls of pain reverberated about the member in her mouth causing its owner to thrust deeper into her still.

"Ok slut that is enough. Keep his cum in your mouth, remove the rest of your clothing and hand it to the man who just pleasured you and follow me," Emily said pulling Mary to her feet by hooking her fingers deep inside her pussy. The crowd parted, albeit barely, as each of the observers took a quick grope of the slut as she passed them by. It was all too obvious by the look on Mary's face that she was enjoying the attention for she did not try to stop a single hand from touching her nor return a solitary comment to all of the very crude names she was called.

Emily finally got to her car, placed Mary on the floor between her legs and started the car. The ride back was very interesting as Mary's tongue was very busy tickling Emily's insides the entire time. The head between her thighs made it difficult at times to drive but it was indeed manageable.

Pulling to a stop Emily hit the button to put the convertible top down. Lowering all the windows next there was no doubt about what was happening in the car. The tractor trailer driver who realized the offered several obscene options to Emily, but she politely declined saying that she only needed to be licked at that moment and that her slut was doing a fantastic job of it. The skirt moved seemingly of its own accord as fresh juices poured down her legs and Emily felt the need to out loud in orgasm.

"Are you alright miss," said the handsome man in the car on the left.

"Fine thanks, my slut just made me cum hard is all," she replied.

"Huh," he said perplexed. The gentleman's eyes widened however when he Emily push down between her legs. "Reeeeeeallly," he said upon his realization, "do you ladies like men as well? If so, would you come to play with me? I have plenty of toys to play with."

"Yes we like men. What kind of toys do you have to play with?" Emily moaned through another orgasm.

"Plenty. Club Deviance is my business, although it doesn't really normally open until 10 pm," he replied. Club Deviance, the newest, hottest, adult club in town catered to those into the BDSM lifestyle almost exclusively, although not completely. Emily had heard of the club, quickly becoming a legendary hot spot through several people at work (though they usually spoke of it in jest). 

"Sounds like a wonderful place to work on training my slut here. I've started on the basics. Dress, attitude, cocksucking and a little humiliation to start. I was thinking she needs to learn to obey quickly and without question next. Your club seems the perfect spot to do that. Does it have private rooms where sex is allowed?" Emily said with an evil smile.

"Of course," he replied, "Sex can happen anywhere in it. It is a private club and only members are allowed inside."

"Good. Perhaps we can arrange a nice daisy chain or gangbang for her to participate in then," Emily said as the smile on her face broadened like the Cheshire cat's. 

"Follow me then and I'll open early so we can play a bit," he said as he started his car moving.

Traffic was bad, as it usually is anytime in New York City, but together they arrived at the club and parked in its private, fully-enclosed, lot. As the door closed behind them Mary knew she'd entered a whole new world. And Emily was beginning to see its possibilities.

"Shall we start with a good flogging? Caning? Strapping? Sexing? On some other type of usage of her?" Paul said.

Emily led Mary to a St. Andrew's cross, removed what little clothing Mary had left and tied her facing it. Her hand reached underneath slowly pushing her fingers deep within her toy. "She's nice and wet. I just bet she is anticipating getting her pussy prodded by a nice thick cock. Too bad for her I have other plans," Emily said. The whip fell suddenly across Mary's back, its lash leaving a lovely red welt upon her, as Mary squirmed and writhed in agony.




Revenge



One by one, lash by lash, instrument by instrument, Emily played a symphony of pain upon Mary's body. The crescendo came as Mary felt the strong shot of a buggy whip land harshly upon her exposed pussy lips. Worse though was how badly Mary's body had betrayed her yet again. Instead of screaming in agony this time, her body by now adapted to the pain, she screamed loudly in orgasm as she forcibly expelled her release from her body. 

"Ummmmmmmmmmmmmm," Emily purred, "look at how hard this slut released.  She shot her cum all over the floor."

Mary may not have seen it from her position but she certainly felt the force of her ejaculation as it blew out of her with the intensity of a small twister or hurricane. She would have slumped down in exhaustion from her release were it not for the bindings that held her in place.

Emily's harsh shots to Mary's most private parts soon stopped but only long enough for Paul's hard member to enter between her swollen, bright red pussy lips spreading them wide with his above average girth. Harsh as Emily was Paul's thrusts were harder still as he proceeded to ravage her intensely. One hand and Emily's and one of Paul's savagely pinched her nipples, pulling, stretching them as the rest of her body was.

"Isn't she a good slut," Paul queried, "The more we abuse her the wetter she seems to get, even public humiliation seems to turn her on. She would make such a perfect little toy for my club."

"Yes, she is," said Emily, "as far as your using her here what did you have in mind to offer for her?"

"Well," he began, "I can offer you my newest trained slut in return if you will give me the pleasure of breaking in this bitch properly for you." Pulling aside a curtain Emily saw a knockout blonde, long legs and even longer hair (or so it seemed), on all fours, her humongous breasts hanging down like udders with her hands and legs locked into the floor. The blonde had a spreader in her mouth which prevented her from speaking but allowed easy access to her for the purposes of filling her with whatever one chose to—cock, piss, cum or even pussy. Her pendulous breasts seemed to be topped with immensely big nipples for a woman although that could be simply due to the fact that each breast had what appeared to be a machine made for milking attached to it purely by suction.

What really excited Emily though was the thought of this goddess being a fully trained slut completely willing to please her. "May I try her out before I decide?" she asked.

"Of course," he said turning to her, "slut you are to obey her as you would me until I tell you differently."

Emily released her and pushed her to her knees. "Show me how well you eat pussy and ass my dear," she said not completing the sentence before the face of the woman was buried in her wet privates. Her pussy may have been dripping before but the flow was now a waterfall torrent as she was devoured with complete and total abandon. The woman's pink tongue, in contrast to her teeth, slipped quickly inside her and, like a guided missile, it found its way to her g-spot and clitoris in rapid succession. Slowly, sensuously, sinuously, almost serpent-like the slut's slippery sex organ slid into Emily. Her feather light touch, hitting Emily's most sensitive spots repeatedly, soon had her huffing and puffing with the amount of energy she used as she exploded in orgasm.

When the slut began to lick her perineum her thighs clamped tight around the slut's head. Muffled sounds came from the goddess of sex as her air supply was temporarily cut off. Struggling to breathe she slumped forward allowing her body weight to free her.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

Rapidly came Emily's hand on the upturned ass of the woman before her heart-shaped bubble butt jiggling with each hard swat to it. Each swat was followed by a light caress and the occasional grope. Each time she was groped a finger slid between her anal cheeks and pushed its way inside her. Moans escaped her mouth as if she was now no longer human but some kind of animal. Pain melded together with pleasure as the vibrations sent through her reached both her anal and vaginal muscles—thereby exciting them.

It was as Paul's toy neared release that Emily decided to swap sluts with him. There was a single proviso though. That proviso was that she had her slut broken in properly at the club (by way of a gangbang) and that the entire process was recorded to disc with the only copy of it going to Emily.

Paul instantly agreed. Emily had no problem with her former friend going to him. In fact when he pulled her roughly to his cock and crammed it down her throat causing her to gag Emily smiled. By the time Paul was done with her Mary would beg to be humiliated, abused, roughly fucked by anyone—even a homeless man covered in garbage or worse. She would be completely addicted to cock and pussy and willing to whore herself out to get her fix. In other words, she'd be like the large breasted bitch Emily had just abused.

Emily was certainly looking forward to Club Deviance's next "Spike Night"—the every so often gathering at the club for the sole purpose of one woman getting all her holes repeatedly plugged and filled with jism until she begged for mercy.  Maybe Emily would even bring the slut she'd just traded for while her new one was being broken in. Nothing quite like one woman devouring another woman's moist center except it happening in public while she is being gangbanged.

"Her real name is Mary," said Emily, "and she used to be my best friend until she fucked my boyfriend. Now I just keep her as a slut. Do with her as you wish, train her properly. Obviously she will never fuck me—or my boyfriend—ever again. She is going to be whatever I wish her to be from now on and, who knows, maybe I will have her turning tricks or sell her in the future. Enjoy her while you have her."

"You do the same," Paul said, "Slut will do whatever or whomever you say. She cums on command—all you have to do is tell her to cum and she will."

"Just a quick question before I leave her with you Paul. Why were you are waiter when you have a club like this that you own," Emily asked.

"Oh," Paul said, "I was helping out my brother at his club and I am sure he will help me break in your slut really well in return."

"I see," Emily said, "By the way, my assistant may stop by to help you from time to time if you like. I think you'll want him to help you though. He looks human but is actually a machine designed to fuck and, like any machine, he can go on forever or, at least, long enough to make her go completely dry from being fucked. His name is Jeremy. I named him after the porno star for reasons that should be immediately obvious to you when you see him."

Leaving one slut and taking the other Emily drove home with a different set of lips on her pussy this time. And, as this smile crossed her lips she realized that whether Mary liked it, which seemed very likely, or not, she was going to use her well indeed. Mary's life was completely different now. Forever!!!!! 



Revenge



It's Saturday night, and unsurprisingly, you're alone in your flat. Your roommate has gone out on the pull, and left you with your computer, some cigars and a supply of beer. All is quiet, except for the quiet clicking noises your mouse makes as you browse through a collection of Japanese porn, and the odd heavy breath as you exhale cigar smoke. You don't even hear me open the door.

You do, however, notice when I clamp a cold hand over your mouth, and press a blade to your throat. Your eyes widen and your breathing rate triples, then you realise who it is. 

'Miss me? You never came back, I thought I'd pay you a visit instead.'

I look around the place, and note the piles of assorted trash, the tatty armchair and sofa, a mattress shoved into the corner, the same mattress. My mind goes blank as images flash behind my eyes, the back of a van, you, a camera. I let you and the blade go and stride across the tiny room, reaching the bathroom in a couple of steps. And there they are, my face duplicated countless times, my naked body, clothes in tatters. That time, my pain, transformed into wallpaper. I catch sight of my real face in a grimy mirror, and my eyes flash dangerously. Turning on my heel, I notice you standing, almost apologetically, in the doorway. Struggling to keep my voice even, I ask you the question playing on my mind.

'How many times?'

You mumble something and inspect the floor.

'How many times, damnit! How many fucking times have you sat in here and wanked over this, this...atrocity?'

I gesticulate wildly in the direction of the photos. You at least have the grace to look ashamed, but this doesn't placate me. I want a fight, and I'm damn well going to have one. 

I march around the room, ripping the pictures off the walls. As well as the horror and anger of seeing myself displayed so fully for all to see, I find it somewhat exciting, and my blood boils. You just stand there, head hanging. My anger deepens, why can't you at least act like a man? Shout, yell, throw stuff around, so I can fight you. I can't take this any more.

'YOU SICK FUCK!' I scream, and throw myself at you, hitting and kicking whatever I come into contact with. Finally, you respond. With a strength neither of us knew you had, you push me back against the wall and hold me there. Chest heaving, I glare at you, my eyes glinting like daggers behind my glasses. Then you lean forwards and kiss me, pinning me to the wall with your weight.

The lip contact shocks me into action, I push you off of me, and stand over you, one foot on your chest.

'You're going to pay for this, you understand?' I hiss. You nod, it seems the fight has gone from you.

'Get over there', I point at the mattress in the corner of the main room. You do so, not as reluctantly as I would like, but obedience is a start. I order you to take your clothes off. You look a little pathetic, stripped of your masculine clothes, but your painfully hard cock lets me know that you're not. 

Kneeling by your side, I produce a length of heavy-duty twine, and tie your hands together above your head.

'let's see how long it takes you to beg for forgiveness when you can look, but not touch', I murmur in your ear, before removing my own outer clothes, revealing a black lacy bra and panties. You exhale sharply, and your cock twitches. But you are powerless, I am free to do whatever I like to you.

I reach up behind me and release my hair from its tight ponytail, letting it fall over my shoulders in loose waves. Then starting at your head, I work my way downwards, brushing your body with the ends of my hair, making you jump. I skip the area around your cock and carry on down to your toes, and back up your inner thighs. Crawling between your legs, I stop inches away from your throbbing cock and exhale a stream of hot air onto you. You make some sort of muffled moan, and in a second I am by your head.

'What was that? You want me to forgive you? I can't hear you.'

Your narrow your eyes and shake your head. 

'Oh, it's like that is it? Well, we can both play that game'. I sneer at you and return to my position between your legs. Suddenly I lean forwards over you, taking you into my mouth, and sucking forcefully. I feel you shudder and tense up under me, and I know it won't take long. Circling the head of your cock with lazy circles of my tongue, I bring a hand up to knead and squeeze your testicles gently, making you squirm. And then, as quickly as I started, I stop.

This time you definitely whine. I work my way up to your head, pausing to bite your nipples, to see if you're ready to give in yet. Again, you resist. But your resolve is weakening, you want to fuck me. And you'll do anything to be able to do that.

I discard the rest of my clothes, and straddle you. My bare breasts touch your chest, and I move so they just brush your skin, working my way backwards until I feel your cock pressed up against my back. Then I swivel on the spot, and lean over to wrap your cock in my breasts. You see my cunt, warm and pink and inviting, and give in, begging me to let you fuck me. 

I let you beg for a second, and then I release your hands. In seconds they are all over my body, you're grabbing and squeezing all you can, in a frenzied mania. Your lips touch every inch of my quivering body, igniting me. You flip me over so I am on my back, and hover over me.

Now it's my turn to beg. I look you in the eyes and say the words.

'Fuck me, Mark. Please.'

You thrust into me so hard that I nearly come there and then, and I try not to cry out loud. Your pace is fast, and hard, pinning me to the mattress. I struggle to breathe as waves of pleasure roll over me, and our breathing becomes the same as we both orgasm simultaneously, heat rolling off us. When I stop shaking, I collect my clothes, get dressed and go, leaving you to clean yourself up. 



Revenge



This is a NONCONSENT/RELUCTANCE story. If you do not like this type of story, choose another genre instead of leaving me nasty comments, please.

This story is purely fantasy.

*

Edward was a very, very rich man. He was also very smart, and held a lot of power in the Hiunda kingdom. He was the youngest man ever to be knighted, and was treated with respect and honor every place he went, even out of the Kingdom. The King himself sought Edward's council on any important issues, and took his advice very seriously.

Needless to say, this was not a man who was used to being slighted or cheated in any way. People knew better. So he thought.

Hiunda was in conflict with a neighboring kingdom, Albanan, though it had not yet turned into a war. Edward was furious to discover that one of his best officers, a man he had thought was his good friend, was actually spying for Albanan, and giving them all the secrets and plans of the King's militia. 

That man, William, had gone into hiding, and Edward was having every soldier that could be spared to search for him so that he could be hung for treason and aiding an enemy. The search went on for months, and Edward grew more and more angry. He finally received word that though they had not found William, they had found his 18 year old daughter who had been in hiding.

Edward knew how much she meant to William, he spoke of her often. She was a respectable and proper young lady. He ordered his men to take the girl to be used as ransom. He also planned to keep the girl in his chambers, and defile her... he would take her virtue so that her father could die in shame. After he was done with her, her only choice in life would be to sell her body for money.

*****

She was brought to his quarters by two armed guards. Her tear streaked face was filled with fear. Edward sent the guards away after having them release her bonds. He had given much thought to how he would take the girl's innocence. His revenge would be complete when she panted and moaned his name... when she begged him for more. The daughter of William could be nothing more than a slut.

She walked toward him slowly, shyly hanging her head, with a cloak covering her small frame. She stopped several feet from where he stood. 

"Come closer, and look at me, girl." She took a deep breath, obviously terrified but trying her hardest to be brave. 

He was shocked when he saw her stunning face. Her father had been dastardly looking man, so he had not expected the daughter to be much to look at. The only resemblance to him were the big, brown eyes. But they did not look like the muddy, haggard eyes of her father... they were pools of chocolate, large and innocent. She was stunning, with dark brown waves of hair falling behind her cloak.

"Remove your cloak, princess. Sit with me, by the fire." She removed her thick cloak and laid it down as he pointed her to the chair that faced his.

When she removed her cloak, he examined her closely and was very pleased. She was small and slender but with an hourglass shape. She had nice, round hips and full breasts. Her body was young and tight, any man would have lusted over her. Her lips were full and her large chocolate eyes were framed with long, thick lashes. 

"Thank you, sir," she said meekly, keeping her eyes on her feet as she sat. The sound of her voice was tantalizing... he could barely believe his luck. She had to be the most beautiful creature alive, and he would take her innocence.

"I have been thinking about what would be done with you. Rest assured, your fate lies completely in my hands, and I am not afraid to be cruel." She cringed as he spoke. "You would be very unwise to withhold any information from me, Keira. I am a powerful man. I expect you to tell me exactly where I can find your father."

She burst into tears, and put her head in her hands. She was shaking with fear. He waited a moment for her to calm down, and then said, "Speak. now."

"Sir... I do not know anything. I truly do not. A few months ago, my father received a message in the middle of the night, and he told me that he was leaving and he had to send me someplace safe. I was taken away in a carriage that very hour to live with the family that I was found with. That, sir, is all that I can tell you. I do not even know what it is that my father has done, no one will tell me, and he never spoke of it to me."

She looked up at him with such truth in her lovely that he wanted to believe her. But he had trusted her father as well, he reminded himself. 

"Keira, you will tell me what you know. It may not be today, but you will tell me. I am going to go easy on you right now, but trust me, you will be very sorry that you were not honest with me from the beginning."

"Sir, please! Listen to me, please. I do not know anything! I was never told. I do not know where my father is, or why he left... please believe me!" She was frantic, almost hysteric. 

He ordered her to be silent and sent her away with a servant and a guard.

*****

She was allowed to clean up and was given a cot to sleep on after an allotment of bread and cheese were given. She slept deeply, exhausted from her journey and all of the turmoil. In the morning, the maid servant brought her to a bathing tub.

"I was ordered to make sure that you bathed thoroughly before you see the Master again." She said, plainly. 

Keira did not argue; she desperately wanted to bathe. She started to clean herself with soap when the maidservant spoke again. "I was also ordered to make sure that you clean very well... between your legs, as well." 

Keira's eyes grew wide with shock and fear. What did he plan to do to her? Would he go so far as to take her virtue to get information out of her? Tears pooled in her eyes.

"Now, now, don't cause a scene. I am obligated to tell the soldiers at the door if you refuse or cause any problems, and I am sure you do not want them to come in and wash your crotch themselves." While she seemed to be an overall uncaring and obviously crude type of person, there was a hint of pity in the servant's voice.

After Keira bathed, she was sprayed with scented water... everywhere... her hair was brushed and pinned delicately on the back of her head and she was given a clean dress to wear. It was amber green silk, embroidered with flowers and cut perfectly to outline her beautiful body. She did not understand why he would give her such an expensive dress. She was his prisoner, not his guest. The dress was cut much lower than she had ever worn, and she blushed when she looked in the mirror.

She entered the parlor sitting room and tentatively met Sir Edward's eyes.

He waved her in, and she tentatively approached him. "Have you decided to tell me what you know, Keira?" The way he said her name sent shivers up her spine. 

"What I spoke last night was the truth, sir. I do not know how I can prove this to you. What can I do to make you believe me?" she fell to her knees before him, "I swear to you, on my honor and on our lord god that I know nothing of my father's location or crimes. Please sir, please do not hurt me."

"Rise, Keira. You have chosen to drag this out. That is fine with me."

She had no response. Edward was silent for a few minutes before he spoke again.

"The dress looks lovely on you, it suits you perfectly."

"Thank you, sir. It is beautiful."

He leaned in close to her and breathed her in. She was so beautiful, he had thought of almost nothing but undressing her and touching her everywhere since he first laid eyes on her. She stiffened as he leaned down and kissed her on neck.

"Sir, please..."

"What is it, Keira?" he whispered in her ear, letting his hot breath send shivers down her spine.

"I do not know what you intend to do sir, but please... do not take my virtue .Is that your intention, sir?" She tried to sound brave, but her voice quivered and came out as a desperate whisper.

He leaned back a little as she spoke, then chuckled in his deep voice and leaned in to kiss her on the lips, while his hands grabbed her hips and pressed her hard onto the front of his trousers. She felt something big and hard there... and she panicked.

"No!" she yelled and tried to shove him off of her. He was caught off guard by her strong reaction, and she was able to slip through his grasp as she headed for the door. He had her before she even made it near the threshold. He spun her around to face him, holding her by the shoulders, and lifted his right hand.

"You will pay for that!" he slapped her hard on her cheek, and then roughly yanked at the top of her dress, so that her corset shown through. He easily ripped it open as well, leaving her exposed before him. She began to cry. 

"You will never, EVER, disobey an order from me. You may think that you are an honorable woman, but I will have you moaning like the whore that you are before long."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"she sobbed. "I was scared, I will not try to run again... please let me cover myself, please st-stop ta-touching m-m-me."

"Shhh, Keira, relax. I can make you feel so good if you cooperate." 

She continued to cry, and he decided he needed to calm her down in order for his plan to work. He tried to deny that he had another motive for being nicer... he felt pity, looking into her deep brown eyes.

He walked her to the sofa and gently pulled her to him. "Now, Keira... just relax. This is going to happen no matter what you say. If you cry and beg with me, I am going to get angry and I am going to hurt you. Do you want that?"

"No, sir," she whispered. 

"Good. Now, look, you made me ruin your beautiful dress. What do you have to say for yourself?"

"I am sorry, sir." 

He turned her around and began to slowly unbutton her dress until it slipped off of her body and onto the floor. He very slowly removed all of her undergarments, savoring the first look at her beautiful body. It aroused him to know that he was the only man who had ever seen her naked. A wave of possessiveness came over him, and he got a strong desire inside of him to be the ONLY man that would ever enjoy her body, but he shook off the absurdity. 

He looked her up and down in the light that poured through the window. He gently touched her cheek, and then moved his hand down to her neck, her chest, her breasts... he took some time there, leaning in to gently suck both of her nipples and run his tongue around them. She was holding back her tears, but a new feeling began to form in the pit of her stomach.

He continued down her body with his mouth. He kissed down her stomach and swirled his tongue into her belly button. He continued down, and she stiffened with fear as he moved toward her most private parts. He gently pushed her onto the sofa as he kneeled on the floor, and he pulled her legs apart. She started to give resistance, but one stern look from him reminded her that she had no choice. She couldn't believe her own reaction to the assault. She began to feel a tingle between her legs and started to build into a throbbing, pleasurable ache. She didn't know how to explain it, but some instinctual need began to arise in her and she felt suspense as he got closer and closer to her pussy. 'How can I be this easily seduced? What is wrong with me?'

He kissed both of her thighs back and forth getting closer and closer to her pussy. He pulled back and gently touched her clit with his finger. She jumped and gasped. He smiled. He explored her pussy with his hands, taking his time to see her responses to every place that he touched. When he made it to her virgin hole, he smiled when he felt a wetness forming. He slid his finger along her entrance, and she instinctively began to rub herself into his hand. 

Keira was confused. She was so nervous and scared but his hands felt so good on her. She knew she should be ashamed of this, but the feelings he was making in her were so intense that they were all she could focus on. She felt the blood rush through her body and could feel her pussy lips swell. She felt a burning need between her legs, an ache that felt so good. She felt like she was out of control, like she had no say in what her body did. 

Edward leaned down and licked her pussy, from her ass up to her clit. She gasped again at the unexpected feeling, and closed her eyes. He continued to lick her. He sucked on her clit and flicked it with his tongue. She tasted amazing, and he began to devour her with passion and need. Her breath quickened and moans started to escape her lips. Her hips started to grind into his face before she even realized it. She humped his face and panted as a strong pleasure started to build in her body. Her pussy was throbbing with pleasure, and she moaned loudly as he took her clit in his mouth and started sucking it again. He also reached up to grab her nipple, and manipulated it along with her clit. That sent her over the edge. She came hard, a feeling she had never known. Her orgasm surged through her body and a blast of pleasure shot between her legs, stronger and stronger until she peaked. Her body twitched as he continued to lick her, and then he pulled away to look at her face.

She immediately turned red and wanted to look away, but she didn't dare.

"Your body has betrayed you, hasn't it? You want more, don't you?"

"N-no... please, just let me go." She said in a voice that wasn't very convincing.

He rose, and kissed her passionately on the lips, grabbing the back of her head and pressing her into him, until she had no choice but to return the kiss. As he kissed, she could taste herself on his mouth. He pulled away still holding her head, and looking into her face. He felt elated at giving her an orgasm... feeling her writhe and moan while her pussy soaked his face and the sofa, the resign when she finally gave in to the pleasure, the way she had humped his face when she started to lose control... the feeling of possessiveness began to form with more of a permanence in him. However, he could not forget his vowel of revenge. 

She stood there naked while he was still fully clothed. She felt vulnerable and ashamed, and very confused about how her body could betray her heart like that...

"Keira, you should thank someone when they make you feel that good, where are your manners?" he said with a crooked smile. Shame washed over her face, and it made the bulge in Edwards twitch as it began to grow hard again. 

"Thank you, master." It was hard for her to say the words.

"That didn't seem very sincere. Perhaps I am not really the first man who has tongue fucked your little pussy after all?"

Her face turned red with embarrassment, defiance and anger. "No, sir. You are the only man to ever touch me." 

He leaned in and whispered in her ear, "Well, since you are unable to properly thank me with words, you will have to do it with actions. Get on your knees before me." His hard on twitched as he watched the shock cross her face.

She stood there, dumbfounded for a moment, until she met his eyes. 

"Yes, master." 

She pulled off his clothing piece by piece until he was completely nude. She could not deny that he was a very attractive man, tall, muscular and handsome. She blushed when she saw his erection and turned her eyes away.

"You may as well look at it, you are about to get to know it very well." He laughed a little

He told her to get on her knees and look at his penis. He made her touch it, and then stroke it. He took her hand and guided her. He was big, almost 8 inches long with a thick shaft. She had nothing to compare it to, but she knew it was big. She started to panic at the sight of it... she had never seen a man before.

"Keira, put your right hand on the bottom of the shaft... ...yes, like that... now put the rest of my dick as far in your mouth as you can."

She looked up at him with disgust and fear. "I... in my... mouth? Sir.. master? Please, I don't think I can..." Tears formed again in the corner of her eyes.

"You didn't have a problem with me putting your pussy in my mouth, did You? And you certainly didn't complain while I tongue fucked you. In fact, you were moaning like whore and arching your back like a cat. If you do not question me, things will go much smoother for you."

She sighed with resolve. Would this be her life now? She grabbed his shaft again and put the tip in her mouth, sliding it as far in as she could without choking.

"Suck on it, lick it... Mmmm, yeah, like that...bob your head up and down... oh, god, yeah..." she continued to give him head, occasionally gagging when he shoved himself in too far. It didn't take her long to figure it out; she just kept experimenting and doing different things to him. She knew the harder she tried the faster this would go. Every time she made him moan or cuss in pleasure she would get a strange sense of satisfaction.

"Oh, shit, Keira... I have wanted you so much; how are you so good at this already?"

She was getting excited by sucking on him. His dick was hard and the skin on it was smooth. She liked the way he seemed to want her so desperately... she began to get aroused again at the thought of making him come, like he had made her. This was the only moment that she felt she had a some control.

He grunted as he was finally able to release all of the pressure that she had built in him. He grabbed her hair and pressed himself into her as his semen filled her mouth. "Swallow it," was all he could spit out. He pulled out after she had sucked down every last drop. She cringed a little as the hot, slimy semen went down her throat, but she managed it. 

"Get up Keira." 

She hoped he was done with her... she needed time to reflect on what had just happened. She wanted to regain control over her own body. She was ashamed, but could not deny the curiosity that he had awoken in her. She wanted to hate him and what he had done to her, but it was the greatest feeling she had ever known... she did not know pleasure like that could exist.

He stepped back, and looked her up and down. Her naked body, her disheveled hair... her chest still rose and fell with heavy breaths, her eyes still wide with shock and disbelief... it would not take long for his need to rise again. This time he would take it slowly...

"Keira, keep your head up. You do not need to stare at the floor."

"I am sorry, master." She looked up at his face awkwardly.

"Were you surprised at the feelings in your body, Keira?" his tone was almost conversational, curious. He was still stern, but a little more yielding than before. He really expected her to answer, she realized. She blushed violently. 

"Y-yes, sir... I've never... I didn't know..." she started to panic when she couldn't put it into words, and searched his face so signs of frustration and anger. She saw amusement instead.

"You were in such a frenzy... I have never seen a woman so impassioned. You were panting and moaning like you were in a trance. You were so desperate for my touch... "

She had no reply for that, only another blush. He loved to make her blush.

He pulled her in for another kiss, and pressed himself against her. His hands began to explore her, grabbing her everywhere as desire began to take over. She gasped when she felt his dick, already hard again, against her leg. He chuckled at her surprise. 

He propped one of her legs on the couch and continued to kiss her, giving himself access to her. She jumped a little as he found her clit.

'I will not give in this time,' she said to herself, 'I will control myself.'

It wasn't much longer, however, before she could not help but be overcome by the sensations between her legs. Heat rushed through her body and her pussy ached with need. She felt it swell and throb as the need began to take her over again. This time she knew what was coming... and she wanted it. She didn't care that it was wrong, she wanted it... she needed it. 




Revenge



It felt so good to press herself onto his hand. He slid his hand toward her hole, kneading his palm on her clit. She felt his middle finger at the entrance to her hole and she stiffened as he slid it in, her first penetration of any kind. He pushed it until he felt her virgin skin, and then he slid it back out. He slid it in and out a few times while still manipulating her clit. She gasped at the sensation. Each time he pushed harder on cherry. It hurt a little, but the pleasure was much stronger. He put another finger in, stretching her and making her wet. She was too naïve to realize what he was getting her ready for. She leaned her head back and moaned as her hips grinded into his magic hands.

She whimpered when he took his hand away. He lifted her and carried her out into the hallway and up a flight of stairs. She blushed when they passed some giggling servant girls. She hid her face in her hands.

He took her into his room and laid her on his bed. This had given her a pretty good idea of what he intended to do. Her heart beat hard and fast in her chest.

"Are you going to...?" she whispered. She couldn't make herself finish the sentence.

"Yes, I am going to take your virginity. Yes, it will probably hurt... but I will be careful, and after a while it will start to feel good. As long as you are a good girl, and you comply, I will not purposely hurt you. But you must do as I say."

He let her have a moment to gather herself as a few tears fell. She would probably never be married, she would be wasted goods... her father would have to disown her for any chance of being respected... 

Physically, she was desperate to be taken. The way he made her body feel was unreal, and she wanted to know how he felt inside of her... she was ashamed of this.

He leaned down to kiss her. He returned his hand to her clit and then into her pussy, and soon her anxieties were replaced with pleasure again. He smiled as she closed her eyes and moaned, panting with pleasure. "Oh... oh... oh, god... oh... master... oh..." Finally, he could not wait another moment.

He pulled his hand away and laid over her on the bed. She tried to close her legs as panic and fear started to take her out of her pleasure trance. He took his hands and pushed her knees apart, spreading them wide. She surrendered to him and let herself be displayed before him.

He leaned down and kissed her deeply as he placed the tip of his dick at her virgin hole. She kissed him back openly, displaying some trust. She had no choice but to trust him. He slid the tip in until he hit her virgin skin, and then back out. He did this a few times until she was a little stretched out and her juices covered the head of his dick. 

"Keira, I am going to push it in all the way now, ok? Breath..." 

He pushed himself into her without waiting for a response, and a searing pain rippled through her pussy. She yelped, and began to struggle a little underneath him. He held her close, kissing her neck and trying to comfort her. He slowly moved his hips up and down, fucking her slowly and gently while she became accustomed to him.

The pain began to turn into a dull ache, almost a gentle burn. He fucked her deeply, making sure that his pelvis rubbed her clit. He took her nipple in her mouth and triumphed as he finally heard a moan escape her lips. With that, he increased his rhythm and strength. Soon he felt her tighten and shudder underneath him while her hands grabbed the sheets and her back arched. The orgasm that rippled through her was more powerful than her first one had been. It sent pleasure signals to every nerve in her body. As it ended, another immediately rippled through her, before she could even recovered. 

This ended up being more than Edward could handle. Her wet pussy squeezed his dick like a vice every time she came, and hearing her panting and moaning was quickly bringing him to a peak of pleasure. He had never wanted anyone more than he wanted this young woman. No woman had ever turned him on like she did, he did not understand it.

She felt his dick swell as he started to come, and it sent her into one more orgasm. They came together, passionately grabbing each other as he sprayed his semen deep into her womb. 

They both dropped onto the bed, breathing hard.

She was afraid to look at him. She felt ashamed of herself... but she couldn't deny that he had made her feel better than she ever thought she could. 

"Keira," his voice broke the silence, "you are mine now... and I can take you at any time I choose... you will surrender yourself to me. Your body is already mine; you cannot deny that... the way it writhes and quivers under my touch is proof enough, now I want you to surrender your will."

She lay there silently, thoughts raced through her mind. What choice did she have? He had already taken her virginity, so she could never marry or be respected. As long as he wanted to keep her, at least she would only be sleeping with him, and not forced to have sex with dirty old men for money. And, beyond that... he had shown her pleasure that she had never known. As ashamed as she was of herself, she wanted more. 

"Master, I am yours." She said solemnly, and then she burst into tears.

To her surprise, he wrapped his arms around her and gently stroked her cheek. The power he had over her was intoxicating... to both of them.

As overpowering as her presence was to him, Edward did not forget whose kin she was, and why he had her. He would find William; he would use his the girl as bait.



Revenge



I made a mistake. I am a man, but thats no excuse. I cheated. It wasn't right of me, and I regretted it... when I got caught. I'm not perfect, never said I was. I thought that it was it, I thought she was going to dump me right on the spot if I ever got caught; I was wrong.

For a little background, my girlfriend Sara and I have been together for about a year and a half, and we've been happy. I have to admit though, I can get a little bored in the bedroom, which is where this whole story starts. 

Turns out that the beautiful blonde I had in my bed last week was one of my girlfriends pledge sister. When she was talking with her sorority sisters about the Wrestler she had fucked on the fourth floor of my building, it didn't take long for my girl to realize who had cheated. 

Well one day after practice, I head over to my girl's room like I do after every practice. I climb the stairs and head down the hall, all excited about the cock that is about to be in my girl's pussy, visualizing myself about to fuck her. Her short 5'3 frame with her 120 pound body sprawled on her body, her 34 C tits, tight ass and long brown hair. I knock on the door and she opens the door but she doesn't look too happy to see me.

"Hey baby" I say, a little confused, a little nervous "Something wrong?"

"I'd say so. Come in" I walk in and get a little more confused to see a guy John who I'd met once or twice, he was in Sara's women studies class. "That girl you fucked last wednesday night? She is my pledge sister. We figured it out earlier tonight."

I began to panic "Baby, I..." I struggled to find the words but decided I'd just be honest "I fucked up. It's not you, I just get bored with the sex after a while" she just looked at me with her hard eyes.

"I always thought I'd dump any boy that ever cheated on me" I winced. "However, I decided to do something else. I am going to fuck John. You're going to watch."

"I'm... what?"

"You heard me; You have two options; 1) Watch your girlfriends pussy get slammed by another guy. 2) We break up, you leave, and I fuck him anyways" I was shocked. Speechless. But I nodded my head.

"Option number 1".

"Good" Sara walked over to John who was sitting in a chair and straddled him, his side facing me so I could see everything. She grabbed his hair and started kissing his mouth and his neck, rubbing her chest against his, her crotch against his. I felt a twang when I saw him reach back and squeeze her ass nice and hard. She smiled and pulled her sweater off, revealing a black lacy bra that I've never seen. I am starting to feel a little sick, watching my girlfriend go at it with another guy. John grinned and buried his face between Sara's C breast. He reaches up and unsnaps her bra with one had, she slides it off and throws it at me. 

John starts going to town on one tit at a time. Sucking and nibbling on her nipples. Sara arches her back and pushes her chest out, right into John's face while he works with tit with his mouth, the other with his hand. At this point, I have to be honest, I am getting caught up in the whole thing. Sara wraps her arms around his head and pulls his face into her tits tight, looks over at me and gives him a moan and me the horniest grin I've ever seen on her face.

"You're wearing too many clothes" Sara tells John as she stands up and pulls off his shirt, revealing a nicely sculpted chest. She kisses his chest and rubs her hands down his chest then unbuttons his pants with her mouth. John stands up and removes his pants and sits back in the chair while Sara is still standing. He unbuttons her pants with his own mouth and slides them off revealing a black lacy g-string to match her bra. I shouldn't have looked but I did and notice a cock at attention under his boxers that is a bit bigger than my own 8 incher. Sara goes back to the straddling position and rubs the bulge in his boxers against her crotch. 

"Let's see what we've got here" she giggles as she gets down on her knees and pulls John's large, clean shaven cock free. Yeah, he's a bit bigger than me. And to be honest, I'm almost as excited as she is. Her eyes light up and she pulls his dick into her mouth as he slides his boxers off the rest of the way. She starts blowing him like I've never seen. She has one hand on his balls and the other on his ass. Taking him deep into her throat his head pulls back as he lets loose a moan. I had to contain one myself.

After a few minutes, I am convinced that he cannot hold his cum any longer and Sara is too. She stand up and sits on her bed and motions him to come over. John walks over, cock at the ready, and drops to his knees. He then pulls down her panties and starts going down on her. His tongue flicking her clit while two fingers go in and out of her pussy. Sara moans and pulls on his dark hair. Her moaning gets a bit louder and I can feel my cock pressing against my own pants, hard. I am honestly excited about seeing my girl being pleasured by another man.

Sara lets out one more deep gasp then shivers with an orgasm, John's hair being tugged on as her entire body tightens. She looks at me and smiles and I know it's time. "Enough of that, stick that cock in me. Now" John looks happy as hell to hear that. He walks to his pants to grab a condom out of them but Sara stops him "You don't need that" He loks at her, then back to the condom, and drops it, smiling ear to ear. 

Sara leans back and spreads her legs and he positions right between them and presses his cock deep into her pussy, nice and slowly. They moan together as he goes in and out, picking up the pace, getting deep in the back of her pussy. Harder and harder he goes and louder and louder she gets. Neither of them can see me now, neither of them notice me rubbing my cock through my jeans. I feel myself getting close to coming, but I won't let that happen.

Sara lets lose another orgasm then stops John as she gets ready for the final stretch. She turns over on her hands and knees. "Fuck me and blow your load all over my back!" She almost screams, I don't even care if anyone in the near by rooms can here.

Happy to oblige, John gets behind her and starts slamming her pussy, hard and fast. Sara is damn near screaming at this point "Oh God, fuck me! Slam me! Oh god, oh God!" Her knuckles are ghost white with her pink sheets clutched between her fingers. As John rams her pussy he reaches around and rubs her clit as he is fucking the hell out of her. I am rubbing my cock harder and harder, I can't believe I am so turned on by my girlfriend fucking another guy. 

I can tell they are getting close as John picks up the pace. Sara isn't using actual words anymore, just screaming with the occasional "FUCK ME" in there. She is getting close. Sara shudders and screams, I can see her pussy convulsing from across the room, right as John pulls his cock out, strokes it once or twice up and down the shaft and blows his cum all over her back. There are juices dripping out of her pussy. Not done yet, John rubs his hand over the cum and sticks it in her mouth. She accepts the offering and licks the cum off of his hand gives a moan. 

Sara turns over and kisses him once more and whispers something in his ear. He nods and gets dressed quickly, not looking at me. He leaves the room, leaving Sara and I alone. She motions me over and I stand up smiling, revealing my cum soaked crotch through my jean and she laughs. I walk over to the bed.

"So, you going to cheat again?" She asks, smiling and looking up at me.

"Will this happen again?" I ask, grinning ear to ear.

 "Most likely"  "Then I am going to have to say yes, I will" laughing and leaning down to kiss my horny, sexy baby girl.



Revenge



Someone once said, "Revenge is a dish best served cold."

My mind wandered as I sat in the 24 hour dinner. I had been sitting in the booth near the window since 2:00am. It was now 5:00 am. My mind was turning over and over and I just couldn't sleep, so I sat in the dinner drinking coffee. 

In my brief case was the private detective's report. It detailed all the times my loving wife had cheated on me in the last 6 months. It also contained video and 8x10 photos of these events.. 

It was a very thick folder

I was waiting for my lawyer's office to open; I had the first appointment of the day.

As I sat there, I thought about my life.

When I was 10 and my sister was 6, they took us out of class one afternoon. We were taken to the Principles' Office. There sat my Uncle Vito and his wife. Our mother and father had been killed in a traffic accident that morning. They were here to take us to their home.

My Uncle Vito and his wife were not really relatives of ours. Uncle Vito was actually my mother's god father, but he was all the relation we had. And he was making sure that my sister and I had a loving home to go to.

Actually Uncle Vito didn't have a home, he had an estate, but as a kid I didn't understand the difference. Uncle Vito's "house" was on 20 acres of lush grass in the best part of the county. There were barns with horses, a huge pool, guest house, and much more. The whole estate was surrounded by a huge wall. There even was a gate across the driveway with an armed guard. There were also armed guards walking the wall.

Uncle Vito liked his privacy. 

I didn't know it then, but Uncle Vito was the head of one of the largest crime families in the US. Because of his security, rivals just couldn't get to him. But they did arrange for my mother's and father's accident. It was meant to be a message to him.

I found out later, there was a terrible price paid by attacking Vito's family. Within the next two years, everybody associated with that crime syndicate, and their friends and families disappeared. Uncle Vito had sent his return message. He annexed their "businesses".

My sister and I grew up in that wonderful home. We were surrounded by friends and family. We looked upon our cousins as if they were brothers and sisters. We were a family.

Once done with my schooling, I had an MBA, and I was working at a small company my uncle seemed to own, although I couldn't actually find any paperwork that indicated he did. One day he called me into his study, and asked me to do him a favor. It seems that he had been accessing my progress over the last few years and felt I was ready for more.

He had just come into "possession" of a small restaurant in the suburbs. He asked if I would like to learn the restaurant business because he wanted to turn it over to me. I wasn't a blood relative, he couldn't take me into the family businesses with my cousins, but he wanted to make sure I had something. 

I said yes (one didn't turn down Uncle Vito). And my career as a restaurateur began. 

It was an instant success, maybe because all of Vito's "friends" started eating there. But soon, it caught on with regular people and I was off and running. 

One day a distant relative showed up with blue prints. It seemed that Uncle Vito wanted the size of the restaurant doubled by adding a large party room. Construction started the next day. 

Remember what Uncle Vito wanted, Uncle Vito got. I guess I could have been put out by the way they just started building, without any of my input, but then I wasn't paying for anything either. 

I just went with the flow.

Once the construction was finished and everything was progressing nicely, I got so busy that I couldn't think straight. The party room was very popular with my uncle and friends. The doors were thick, and the walls were sound proof. Sometimes he brought family and friends to dine there, including all the wives and children. 

Other times there were just groups of very hard looking men behind those closed doors. They entered and left via the external entrance, which was designed to accommodate the arrival of wedding parties. Only these weren't wedding parties. They were some of the heads of the largest crime families in the US. 

Whenever they showed up, my regular wait staff suddenly had the night off (with pay), and were replaced by hard men with bulges under their coats. My regular customers seemed not to notice the changes. 

The only thing I noticed is that none of my regular customers would complain about anything those nights. 

One night my uncle was entertaining another gentleman, from the west coast, and his family. They were as close to being friends as could be considering their occupations. One of my uncles' "associates" stopped me in the main restaurant and said that, at my "leisure", my uncle would like to introduce me to his "friend." While I didn't actually "drop everything" and come running, I didn't keep Uncle Vito waiting very long. (I do have an MBA, you know, I'm not exactly stupid.)

I soon found myself being introduced to one of the most beautiful woman I ever saw. She was your typical "Italian" beauty. She was about 5'6" tall, with a body to die for. She had raven hair about shoulder length, olive skin, deep dark eyes, and was just a few years younger than me. I was so overwhelmed; I made a fool of myself trying to talk. 

I think it was at that point I fell in love with her.

Since it was Saturday night, the restaurant was very busy, and I had to excuse myself and return to being the "boss." About an hour later, I was, "carefully", explaining something to one of the substitute waiters, when I saw her leaving the banquet room, and start for me. I assumed that there was a problem in the room requiring my attention. 

I was floored when she explained that she wanted to see how a restaurant was run, and asked if I would show her around.

So for the next 4 hours, I'd like to say that I was suave and sophisticated as I showed her the in and out of the business, but in truth I acted like an idiot. But she acted nice and I thought I might have made a nice impression. 

The next day, a limo stopped outside my apartment and there she was asking me to show her around the area. She said she was bored hanging around with her father and my uncle and wanted to be with me. We had a wonderful day. She even went to the restaurant with me when it was time to open and stayed until closing.

The next couple of days were a repeat, until I was summoned to my uncle's study. Once there he quickly got to the point. He wanted to know my intentions toward his friend's daughter. He explained that his friend was a "very" protective father, and would not allow any "fooling" around with his daughter. 

I may have thought I was falling in love, but I was not falling into "stupid". For the rest of the week I kept her at arm's length whenever she showed up. 

A Road Trip to LA

A couple of months later, I was back in the study. Uncle Vito was explaining that his "friend's" daughter wanted to open an Italian Style restaurant on the west coast and would I take a couple of months to help them get started. 

My restaurant just about ran itself, so I accepted, he then gave me the "look", and told me to have fun, be careful, and remember about protective fathers. 

When I got to the coast I found a restaurant exactly like mine, right down to the light fixtures. I was flattered. 

I spent the next two months helping her get the restaurant up and running. We hired chiefs, wait staff, dishwashers. We stocked shelves, and did all the stuff you need to do to get up and running. 

Sometime during those two months, we became lovers. We had sex every chance we got. The first time happened when we were all alone in the restaurant. She came out of the Ladies Restroom, completely nude except for a pair of high heels. She was beautiful. 

I forgot all about Uncle Vito's warning about protective fathers. 

I forgot about everything! 

I think we tried to christen every table in the dining room, plus the bar. She was insatiable! I could just about walk the next day. She just smiled from ear to ear.

We continued until, I was forced to return back east. We pledged undying love for each other.

Her father gave me his version of the "look" as I got on the plane to return.

One year later the restaurant was closed. Not as a failure, but so that we could hold our wedding reception there. Her father and my Uncle Vito were almost as happy as I was. I guess our marriage cemented our two families and crime empires.

We decided to live back east and a manager was selected for her restaurant. She went back to the west coast 4-5 times a year to check on the operation of her little restaurant.

We had a great life together.

Five Years Later

Five years later, I was just about as happy as I ever expected to be with a loving wife, and twin daughters. 

It was then my life fell apart. 

I was again summoned to my uncle's study. He poured me a drink, hugged me that same way that he did many years ago when my parents were killed, and handed me a folder. I opened the folder, started looking at the pictures it contained. I started to cry. 

My wife was having an affair. 

For the next few hours, I read the report the detective agency had compiled. It seems all the times that I thought my wife was on the coast checking her restaurant; she was actually being the center attraction at gang bangs. It seems that she loved sex with more than one partner. To be more exact, she loved groups consisting of at least 10, sometimes as many as 20 different men. There were men of all races and colors. 

From looking at the pictures, she didn't discriminate at all.

As I looked at the pictures, I saw her doing doubles, and triples. The men standing in line waiting their turns. They were in her cunt, her ass, her mouth. She was lying on her back, kneeling on all fours, riding them like a cowgirl. If there was a position, she was in it. She was an equal opportunity gang bang. She would take all comers. There was also a DVD, my uncle explained it was video of some of her sessions in living color and sound.

I watched it. In it she was doing things that she had always refused to do with me. Listening to the sound told me she loved every minute of those things.

I still remember her yelling, "Fuck me harder." "Fill My Ass", "Cum on my face," 

Toward the bottom of the folder, there were some medical forms. My uncle explained that they were DNA comparisons of my girls DNA, with mine. They showed that the girls were indeed my daughters and my wife was still clean. 

No STDs, yet.

Then I asked him for a good attorney. He said to wait, not to approach her about her unfaithfulness, he would take care of my problem. There would be no divorces in his family. He also wanted to sit down with her father. 

My father-in-Law would not be pleased.

The Diner

So here I sit in a 24 hour diner, six months later. My wife is on the west coast again. She had been there the last two weeks. The trip was scheduled to last only one week, but she call extending it. 

"Tommy, the restaurant is a mess; I need to spend extra time to get it straightened out."

I offered to come out and help, but she said she could "handle it." 

Remembering the DVD, I thought," I'll bet you can."

The waitress refilled my cup, again. I had tipped her $50.00 to make sure the coffee kept coming. I understand how difficult the overnight shift could be.

A police sergeant walked into the dinner and spoke to the waitress a minute. She pointed at me.

The sergeant walked over and asked to sit down. He then said, "There's no easy way to say this, but your wife's restaurant caught fire and she was badly burned. We have a car outside to take you to the airport."

You should have seen his face when I broke out laughing, and said,' No thanks."

I then opened my brief case and showed him the pictures, and explained I had an appointment with a divorce attorney, and I would not be taking advantage of his offer of a ride. I was only in this restaurant to kill time until my appointment. 

He left speaking into his microphone.

About an hour later, a detective showed up. He also showed a lot of sympathy, not about my wife being burnt in the fire, but about her having cheated on me. His ex wife cheated on him also, and he had dumped her. 

We were part of a brotherhood. He then asked me a lot of questions to establish that I had nothing to do with the fire on the west coast.

Later one of my uncles "friends" slid into the booth across from me. 

He said, "Your Uncle wants to see you."

I explained about the lawyer's appointment, but he said it had already been canceled.

Uncle Vito's Study

When I got to my uncle's, he explained about the fire. It seems that after the restaurant closed, my wife couldn't wait to get back to the hotel to start her party. She took her clothes off, climbed up on one if the banquet tables and started taking on all her staff. 

Too make a long story short, the gas in the kitchen somehow got turned on and not lit. With all activity, no one noticed until it was too late. The gas exploded, killing 30 guys in the resulting fire (there were only 10 restaurant employees, I wonder what the other 20 were doing there?). My wife was a survivor. He said her body was covered in something that protected her partially from burns (cum, maybe?). And four guys were "around" her body and that protected her from the debris from the explosion. 

She was badly disfigured. Her face was badly burned, one ear was gone, most of her nose burnt off. It seems that she had breast implants and one exploded leaving her with a partial mastectomy. She was badly burned between her legs. It was presumed that she would never again have any feelings when she had sex.

Her father, paid for all the hospitalization, but would not pay a dime for any reconstructions caused by the fire, to the restaurant or to her. 

When she was ready to be released from the hospital, she tried to call me. She found that I no longer had the old number and my new one was unlisted. She then tried my restaurant, but was told the number was no longer in service. A quick call to directory service confirmed that there was no longer a restaurant called "Pasta Villa". 

She called my uncle, but no one would accept her call.

She gave up and called her father. When he realized it was her, he hung up and refused all further calls. She then realized that she was alone now.

Her face was so badly disfigured that she wore something like a ski mask whenever she left her small apartment. If she forgot to wear it, small children would scream, and adults would look away.

Epilog:

A few months later, she was back in the ER, a failed suicide attempt. 

She was committed to a state institution for her own protection. It was assumed that she would never regain her sanity.

I got the marriage annulled. 

Eventually, I met another woman. My girls loved her, my uncle loved her and all the family loved her. 

We were married about two years after the "fire". 

Among all the gifts, we got a very nice wedding present from my ex father.

When I called him to thank him for the gift, I explained that I wanted him to continue to be in his granddaughters' lives. And if he couldn't come east to see us, we would be glad to go west to see him. 

When he was thanking me, I could have sworn I heard his voice break. But I could have been wrong; 

He was a very hard guy; his nickname was "The Fireman". It's a shame his daughter had not remembered that.

The End



Revenge



Character List
Azash-The great empire
Elayne-One of the great betrayers, an expert at sword work and magic
Selkor-One of the great betrayers 
Ashkante-Last of the great betrayers 
Elain-A young girl with great power 
Seker-A mysterious boy 
Ahok-One of the great heroes 

Revenge

Fifteen years ago ten warriors were sent off to combat the demon threat. The armies of the great empire Azash were spent, without regard to cost, to give the heroes a chance to get through. They succeeded. Of those ten who took up the call, only five came back alive. Two were killed before reaching the portal and three of them betrayed the empire and were struck down by the five. The remaining five returned victorious and triumphant. They were applauded and made lords for their great service. The empire flourished and the heroes proved to be fair and just rulers. The empire was at peace, it was wealthy and powerful and none dared to challenge it.

Present day. Outside of the empire everything was how it had been, full of war, death and cruelty. Three especially evil lords gathered together using the names of the betrayers, Ashkante, Elayne and Selkor, to strike fear into the hearts of all who opposed them. They called themselves the Army of the Black Void. Their reign of terror went unopposed for months, the empire refusing to help. The rulers of that land had all been killed by that time. However, rumours began to spread of the one who had killed hundreds of the lord's soldiers alone. In a small village Selkor rode down searching for this 'hero.' "Where is he?" He thundered. The people had no idea what he was talking about, no man had come to their village for weeks and they said as much to him. "Come out, 'hero.' I know you are here." He yelled mockingly as he cut down the villagers in front of him. A single girl walked out of a hut, she was at most fifteen but already beautiful. Long, flowing black hair, piercing blue eyes and skin as perfect as could be. At her side a long sword and on her back a paper wrapped package.

"You called?" Her voice was soft, melodious, and perfect.

"Ha! I called for the hero, not a little girl. Well you look pretty nice. I know the perfect way to treat you. Men take her to my tent; at least this village will not be a total waste. Right men?" They all laughed raucously and mockingly knowing what was going to happen to her.

"You are right about one thing; this will not be a total waste. Remember my name Elain, for it will be the last name you will ever learn. " She drew her long sword that gleamed silver in the fading light of dusk. 

"Ha, it seems that this girl thinks she is a swordswoman. She even dared to threaten me. Come on men show her the consequences of messing with the betrayers!" Two men walked over to her, not even bothering to draw their swords.

"Come on little gir....." Was as far as they got. 

"Hmm? What's wrong men, get her already." Selkor shouted at them. Blood burst out from both of them and they fell into two halves on the ground. Nobody had even seen her move. "Wh..what was that?" He stuttered then regained control of himself. "Ha, you got lucky girly!" Her sword flickered once, almost faster than the eye could see, severing the horses head and cutting through his sword like butter. "Who, who are you?" He screamed at her frantically trying to back away. She leaned over and whispered something in his ear. "No...no! That's impossible, impossible! Forgive me." He was crying now in terror and in pain.

"No." Her voice was barely above a whisper. Her sword flicked down cutting of both of his arms. He screamed in pain and agony. His men backed away from this display of viciousness. They were battle hardened men, but this was different. 

"Help me! Help me!" He screamed looking around for anyone rushing to his aid as blood poured out of the stumps of his arms.

"No one is planning on helping you, you will die alone and abandoned." She cut of his legs next, he was screaming so loud that it was impossible to hear anything. The people of the village looked at her with as much fear as they had looked at the lord. Was this the hero? This was their savoir? She seemed far more vicious and cruel than even the lord had been. "Stop your screaming, can you not see? You are scaring the villagers." She laughed a cruel ringing laugh and with a final flick his head flew off and bounced to the feet of the petrified soldiers. They stared down at the head in horror; their leader had just been cut down by a child. No less than a child, a girl! Whoever killed her would surely be rewarded greatly by Elayne was their though. As one they charged hoping to overwhelm her with numbers and take their fallen masters place. As one they drew their swords. Alone they fought against her. Alone they perished. His sword cut through them as easily she had cut through their limbless master. Their screams soon filled the air, their limbs flew and blood covered the ground. A sea of blood.

"You, you are the hero!" A villager cried. Soon the entire villager was celebrating at the return of their new hero. They tried hard to ignore the scene of carnage before them. Her voice cut through the air, no longer melodious but harsh and cruel. 

"Hero?" She laughed mockingly. "Ah how ironic is it that the people begging and hoping for the five 'great'" The sarcasm was evidence in his voice. "heroes to come would call me a hero. A pity that no one here can see the irony." She walked out of the village leaving them questioning what on earth he meant. Weeks passed and words of great massacres of the Black Void army spread far and wide. 

"Damn it! That kid is ruining all of our plans Elayne!" 

"Be calm Ashkante, Selkor's death just means more land for us." Elayne replied. She was tired of Ashkante's constant moaning. In truth he sickened her. She shuddered almost imperceptibly; they were never the same after that. "Selkor was just overconfident there is no way in hell that she could possibly get in here." The gleaming sword slid through Ashkante's chest and burst out. He looked down not believing what had just happened to him. 

"Help me!" He gurgled and slid to the floor. The girl walked around from the other side. Elayne leapt up and drew her sword preparing for the battle with this 'hero.' 

"So you are the leader of this Black Sword army. The one, who dares to call herself Elayne..." Her voice was again cruel.

"What do you mean dares to call? I am Elayne herself! I have come back from hell to get revenge on this empire and those who killed me!" Her voice thundered through the room, confident and proud as the words were, there was an air of desperation to them.

"Shut up." Her voice was quiet but the anger in her voice made it sound like a clap of thunder. "I think we both know that you are not Elayne." Her eyes were mocking and full of not hatred. That word was too calm but...cold. Her eyes looked like the eyes of somebody who has seen hell and come back to tell the tale. They were haunted and full of regret and a deep pain that could not be understood. 

How could she know? Who was she that she knew that she was a fake! "Wh..what do you mean?" Her confidence shattered she stuttered.

"Do you know what this is? Can you do what you named your army after?" Her sword once gleaming bright and silver dulled. It turned gray then brown and finally black. Then it turned darker than black. It sucked in all the light around it plunging the room into blackness. But the sword, it was still visible a gaping maw into the abyss. "This is the sword of the abyss."

"Impossible" Elayne cried out in terror. "Only one person has ever been able to make that sword!"

"Exactly, I think you know who I am now Elayne. Don't you?" Elayne nodded mutely.

"Yes...I know now. Please forgive me! But why did you not come back earlier! With you at are front we could have finally destroyed the five heroes. Together we would have been unstoppable."

"Why? That is a story in itself. One you will not get to hear unfortunately. You used the names of the betrayers and that I cannot forgive. You tainted their names even more than they already were....No. I am sorry but I must kill you. I will make it quick. You will live on with me and see the heroes die."

"Yes...I am ready. I will live with you in your sword. I will become part of your power." She kneels down and bares her neck.

"I look forward to you travelling with me. First, tell me your name."

"Linia." She whispered and the sword flickered. It struck her neck. There was no flash of blood only an encompassing sphere of darkness. Then silence. 

"I am coming for you pathetic heroes!" She swings her sword up pointing it at the ceiling unleashing a blast of darkness consuming the castle and what's left of the army.



Revenge!



I am in the foulest of moods and it is all because of one man. He has brought me to this point of anger, hatred and disgust. There is nothing more foul than a man who betrays a woman. He did that to me. He betrayed me and now I seek a way to avenge myself. As I ponder the possibilities, I start to daydream of how he will react to each scenario.

The ringing of the phone brings me out of my thoughts. I get up and walk over to the phone and answer it. It’s him, the one that has caused me so much distress. His side of the conversation primarily consists of him pleading for my forgiveness of his actions. I listen calmly and silently as his words continue on into my head. Finally, he asks if he can see me. He wants to talk about the situation and to hopefully end our time together in friendship.

I think this option over in my mind as I attempt to compose my plan as well as my response. As my mind works, the response of yes leaves my lips and a wicked little grin appears on my lips. We make plans to meet up the following evening. “Will it be enough time to concoct my plan of attack?” I wonder to myself. I hang up the phone and go to work on my plan.

The next evening rolls around and I am preparing myself to face him. The pain of my situation has left and only the hatred of this man and what he has done to me remains. I make all the necessary preparations and then leave to meet him at the restaurant we agreed upon.

As I walk inside, I see him already sitting at a table. He raises his hand slightly to show that he has seen me. I think to myself how good he looks, but then snap out of it as I remember the tasks ahead. I walk over to the table in my shortest skirt and low cut top, giving him every opportunity to see and remember what I have to offer.

I sit myself down across from him and immediately he starts to speak. “Before anything else is said, I want to thank you for coming and to tell you how truly sorry I am that this happened the way it did,” he says. “I never meant for this to happen, and if I could change it, I would.”

I look at him and show a small smile. He continues on. “I met her three months ago while I was away working,” he continued. “I don’t know what happened, but we got to talking and things just seemed to fall into place somehow. I love her.” The words hit me like a slap to the face and I was stunned. I figured he wanted her for her youth, or perhaps because she had not birthed a child, therefore her body was still “unmarred”. I was not expecting this.

I attempted to show no sign of shock or unsettlement. I’m still not certain if I managed it or not, but I did make the effort. I had to keep my mind on my tasks. So what if he loves her, I loved him and he hurt me in the unspeakable way those of the opposite sex hurt each other. With that, I formulated my responses. “Well, sometimes these things happen, and if she truly makes you happy, you should be with her,” I stated, almost as a stranger would to another about the weather. “I would just like to move on with my life and put that night behind me.”

He looks at me in slight bewilderment and it seems that I have confused him in some way. Perhaps a public meeting was to steer me from some sort of scene. This amuses me since if I had planned to make a scene, it would have been when I found them together in his apartment. At this point, the waiter comes by and asks if we are ready to order.

“I would like a shot of tequila and my friend here will have the same,” I tell the waiter. “Are you ready to order food?” the waiter asks. “I think we need a few more minutes, the tequila will be fine for now,” I reply. The waiter leaves to retrieve our drinks and I turn my gaze back upon him.

“You always were a tequila girl, weren’t you?” he asks with a little bit of grin attached. “But not me. You know that.”

My wicked grin shows itself for the first time of the evening and I say, “Oh, I know, but I feel that this is your penance. You will have one shot of tequila with me to repent for your sins against me.” He raises an eyebrow as the waiter returns with the tequila. He sets them on the table and again asks if we are ready to order our dinner. We make our respective orders and then take our glasses in hand as the waiter walks away.

“A toast,” I start, “to the future and what it will bring.” I lift my glass and he does the same, bringing it against mine, causing the little “tink” so well known to those that have shared a toast. We take our shots and he shivers slightly as it goes down.

“That tastes like shit!” he says. “I never did know why you liked it so much.”

I shrug the comment off and say, “because it gets me good and fucked up and I like the taste of it.” “Besides, the fact that you despise it so is somewhat of a turn on for me now.” Again, his eyebrow raises as he tries to figure out what I’m getting at.


Our dinner comes, as do several more shots of alcohol, more tequila for me, whiskey for him. By the end of our meal, we are both feeling the effects of our beverages of choice and appear as good friends to those that are watching us, laughing and talking.

As the evening progresses on, I know that the alcohol is not only affecting his demeanor, it is also affecting his desire for sex. He touches my arm several times and although his touch brings the nastiest of chills to my flesh, I allow it to go on, as it is all part of my plan. As we are preparing to leave the restaurant, he says, “I’m really glad that we can still be friends, even through this mess I have made.”

As we are walking out of the restaurant, I drop my purse and make a long, deliberate bend in front of him to pick it up. I know full well that from this angle, he can see the bottom curve of my ass and that I am not wearing any panties.

As I stand upright again, I turn my head over my shoulder and say, “Oops.” Already I can see that his want for sex is increasing as he looks away, blushing. I rearrange my purse, adjusting a few things. We walk outside and he is starting to say goodbye. “Oh, the evening is already over?” I ask. “I thought it was just beginning.”

“Did you have something else in mind?” he asks. “I didn’t really think you would want to be spending that much more time with me.” I can smell the liquor on his breath as I get closer and say, “Oh, I think we should go to a bar and get another drink, at least for old times sake.”

He agrees and we get in a cab and head to a bar I know of. During the ride there, I make certain that my legs graze against his occasionally and rest my hand on his knee a few times. His eyes look me over a few times and I can see the lust in them.

The cab pulls up to the bar and we get out. As we walk towards the door, he grabs my arm. “Why are you doing this?” he asks.

“Why wouldn’t I?” I respond. “You want us to be friends. Don’t friends go out and have drinks together at times?” He seems to accept this response and we enter the bar.

We get two drinks and take a seat at a nearby table. I notice a jukebox in the corner and decide I need “mood music”. I walk over to the juke. It’s the style that allows you to search the Internet and I select a few key songs that we used to fuck to. I walk back as the first song starts to play. He watches me as I approach and says, “How did you know I was thinking about this song?”

“Oh, I know plenty of things,” I say. “You should know that by now. Would you like to dance with me?”

He looks at me and then stands up, taking my arm and leading me towards an empty space in the bar. Its dark there and the music is pounding out of the speaker mounted on a nearby wall. We start to dance, farther from each other at first, then slowly moving in and allowing our bodies to touch. I can feel that his cock is already getting hard through his pants and again, the wicked grin appears.

We dance and I gently rotate my hips into him. His hands fall to my waist where he pulls me tighter in on him. His face moves closer and soon his teeth are sinking into my neck. He lifts his head and whispers into my ear, “You are an evil woman and have made me want to fuck you.”

“Perhaps that was my intention,” I say. “Then again, perhaps it was not. Just what is it that you have in mind?”

He pulls me along and leads us to towards the door. He hails a cab and we get inside. He tells the cab driver to take us to a hotel and once we are on our way, his hands being exploring my body. One hand goes between my thighs and begins to push into my pussy. The other grabs my hair and pulls my head back, exposing my neck as his teeth lower and find that sweet spot.

His hand continues to work at my pussy as I undo his pants and slip my hand inside. “Would you like me to stroke your hard cock?” I ask him seductively.

“You fucking know I do,” he says. I grab hold and start to stroke him slowly as he inserts another finger inside my pussy, pushing in and out more rapidly. His mouth is all over my neck and mouth as he kisses and bites at me, never faltering with the movements of his hand.

The cab pulls up to the hotel and we get out and get a room. We go inside and almost immediately he is pulling off my clothes. He pushes me down against the bed and I drop my purse on the floor nearby. His hands roam over my body and I ask, “What are you going to do to me?”

“Oh, I think you know exactly what I am going to do to you,” he replies as he bites at a nipple pulled free from my bra. “I’m going to fuck you until you beg me to stop. I’m going to eat your cunt until you scream.”

He has pulled off his shoes, pants and boxers and is bringing his face down between my knees. His tongue moves across my clit and the opening of my pussy. He laps at me and then inserts three fingers as his tongue continues its path around my clit.

He eats my pussy until I cum, and then eats more until I cum again. I then say, “I want you to fuck me hard and long.” No sooner have I said the words than he is rolling me over and standing between my thighs, my hands pressed into the bed. He thrusts his hard cock into me and starts to push in deep, hard and fast. He pulls against my hips as he thrusts.

I moan and tell him to spank my ass while he fucks me. He starts swatting me and then says, “You like getting fucked by me, don’t you?”

“Oh yea, you know I do,” I reply. I am amazed at how good it feels to be getting fucked by him. This is better than any sexual encounter we ever had previously and I am really getting into his dominance. He pulls my hair back and pushes harder and faster still into me. I call out his name and scream for him to make me cum again.

He fucks me even faster and I can hardly believe how badly my body wants the orgasm. I scream as it takes me and he fucks harder until he finds his own release. He pulls out and lies on the bed. I get myself up and straddle him, lowering myself on his slightly limp cock. “Now it’s my turn,” I say as I start to ride him.

I move slowly at first, allowing his cock to reach its full potential before I unleash my sexual beast on him. I’m going to give a whole new meaning to “I wanna fuck you like an animal”.

I start to increase my speed and pressure, bringing myself down fully onto him with each downward motion. I can feel him rubbing against my walls and I say, “Do you like how I fuck you?”

“Fuck yea,” he says.

“No one does it like I do, right?” I say.

“Yea, you fuck like a wild woman,” he says. “I love how you fuck.”

I continue to ride him, feeling his length inside as it moves through me with each stroke. I move faster and push down hard against him as I bite hard into his chest, hard enough to leave a mark. He is too involved in our act to fight against it as I continue to fuck him.

Soon we are both cumming and I pull myself away from him. I get off the bed and gather my things. He asks where I’m going and I tell him I need to get home. I get dressed and pick up my purse.

“Well, I guess this is it,” I say. “Goodbye, thanks for the memories. That was one incredible fuck.” I lean over, kiss his forehead and walk out the door. After I get a little way down the hallway, I rummage in my purse. I find a small tape recorder and utter the date into it and the statement; “I left a bite mark on the right side of his chest”. I then rewind the tape a bit and then press the play button. I can hear the sounds of our last interlude and I stop the tape again. I rewind it, eject it and slip it inside an envelope I had prepared in my purse. I seal it and then grab a lipstick from my purse. I apply a layer and then lay a big kiss on the back of the envelope.

As I leave the hotel, I pass a mailbox. I drop the envelope inside, the address of his new girl written across the front. The wicked little grin appears once more on my lips and I call a cab to take me home.



Revenge?



Note: Many thanks to Tatelou for all the help with editing this story.

Scott and I have been married for a little over 20 years. We were high school sweethearts. Then just after my eighteenth birthday, I got pregnant. Being from a medium sized town in the South that still held a lot of southern conservative values, we quickly got married. I gave birth to a son that we named Darren. We had to quickly learn how to be adults and parents. Two years after we were married I gave birth to a daughter we named Kelly. So in a period of less than three years, Scott and I went from being carefree high schoolers to married parents of two kids trying to make our way in the world. 

As with most young couples our first few years were a struggle, both financially and emotionally. The emotional and personality changes that people go through in the time from late teens to early twenties can be drastic, but we made it through. 

Scott has many old fashioned values. He really wanted me to be a stay at home mom even though money was very tight, but that wasn't an issue, because I wanted to stay at home with the kids anyway. Too many kids are raised in daycare, or by a baby sitter. We wanted our children to be raised by their parents. 

Scott accepted an entry level job with a pharmaceutical company. There was room for advancement and Scott liked the company, so the plans for the future were set in place. Over time, Scott did advance and he now holds down a very well paying job as a regional sales manager. I never went to work, and I never regretted it. The kids and the duties of the house hold were always a full time job, and I had the satisfaction of being the one to raise my children. 

The only drawback to all of this was the amount of time Scott spent on the road for sales calls. Sometimes he would be gone as much as 2 weeks of each month. It was at times difficult to handle everything by myself, but I took pride in my abilities to run the house, raise the kids and be mom, dad, caregiver and disciplinarian.

Darren is now 19, and has left for his freshman year of college. He has always been a wonderful child; never bad, never running with the wrong crowd, no rebellious phase that teens usually get. He's the kind of son that every parent would wish for. 

Kelly, on the other hand, isn't quite the same. She's very rebellious and headstrong, but basically a good person. She has a wonderful personality, loves to laugh and has a kind heart, but she wants to do what she wants to do. She's a very attractive girl, and over the last several months she has begun to use her looks to get what she wants from the boys.

My biggest fear was that she would resort to using sex to get what she wanted and that she would maybe wind up as a teen aged mother, just as I was. I have had several conversations with her about sex and she assures me that she hasn't had sex with anyone. Part of me believed her, yet part of me didn't. The more I tried to talk to her and keep tabs on her, the more secretive she became around me. If I would walk into the room, while she was on the phone, I would hear her voice change and immediately change the subject. The more this behavior went on, the more suspicious I became of her and what she was doing. It was my impulse, of being a nosy mom, which led to the writing of this story and a complete change of life style for me.

The secretive phone conversations were driving me nuts. Kelly had been hanging around a boy in her class who I was sure only had one goal with her. I didn't like this boy, and let her know it on several occasions. Every time I would try to talk to her about him, she would get completely defensive and we would wind up in an argument. I always suspected it was him she was talking to on the phone, on the occasions I walked into the room. I suspected, but I didn't know for sure, and I didn't have a clue what they were talking about. 

Then, one day while shopping, I went into an electronics store and stumbled across the way to answer my questions. There in front of me was a small tape recorder that had an adapter to plug into a phone jack. It was all automatic. Plug this thing into an empty phone jack and it would automatically turn on and record whenever any phone on that line was lifted off the hook, and record until the phone was hung up. I purchased the unit and went home to set it up.

When I got home I was surprised to see Scott there; he wasn't due home for two weeks. He said he was just stopping through on his way to Miami, and explained he would be gone for the next two weeks. He would be leaving in the morning. I had never told Scott of my concerns about Kelly. He knew she was going through a rebellious phase, but she was still Daddy's little girl. Besides, I didn't want to have him worry about her, while he was on the road. 

Scott went about his business, getting all of his papers in order for the remainder of his sales calls. I took the recording device and set it up in Darren's bedroom. No one ever went in there, so no one would notice a strange device plugged into the phone jack. 

Kelly got home from school later that day and we all had a nice dinner. After dinner she went to her room and Scott went to his study to finish his work. I spent the evening doing what I normally do. The phone rang a couple of times and I smiled secretly to myself, knowing if Kelly was scheming anything with her boyfriend, I would know too. Everything was being taped. Scott would be leaving early in the morning and Kelly would be going to school. I would listen to the tape tomorrow while the house was empty.

The next morning, after everyone had left, I listened to the tape. There was a call for Kelly, from one of her friends – nothing there, and another call from the same friend. Then came a call for Scott, from Bob – a close friend and one of his salesmen. Just as I was about to fast forward the tape I heard Bob say, "Are you going to see Sharon while you're in Miami?" I was stunned by this, so I listened to the rest of the conversation. 

Scott's reply was, "Hell no. All I wanted with her was sex and now she's trying to get serious". Bob asked if Sharon would cause any trouble for him. Scott explained that he had never given her any legitimate contact information, other than a yahoo e-mail address and a cell phone number, which she wouldn't be able to get any information from. Bob told Scott he was doing the right thing by breaking it off, Sharon had always seemed a bit clingy to him. Scott agreed saying that the last thing he needed was a clingy mistress. 

Then Bob got serious and asked Scott, "Why do you even take the chance cheating on Anne like that? Anne is great looking, has a nice figure and has always treated you right, why take the chance of blowing your marriage?" 

Scott was silent for a minute, then said, "You are right. Anne is all of those things. I know this sounds weird but I really do love her. I wouldn't want anyone else, and I don't want to lose her. The other women are just about sex. Sometimes I need something different. They actually make me better in bed with Anne. Maybe the guilt of what I'm doing makes me try even harder to please her, as a way to make it up to her, even though she doesn't know about it. It actually makes my marriage better in certain ways." From that point on, they talked about the job, then hung up.

I was devastated. I spent the next several hours alternating between crying, rage, self doubt and self pity. After some hours had passed I had calmed down and sorted things out in my head. There was only one option of things that I could do... Revenge. I would do to him what he had done to me. 

I set my plan into motion. 

When Kelly got home, I asked her if she could spend the night with one of her girlfriends on Friday, because I needed to go out of town that day and wouldn't be back until Saturday afternoon. We live about 45 minutes from Nashville, and I was going there to exact my revenge. Kelly called one of her friends and quickly had it arranged to spend the night. The plan was in motion.

I went shopping, and picked up an outfit that was perfect for what I wanted – provocative, without being overly slutty. It was a black strapless dress, with a mid thigh skirt. I've always kept myself in good shape, and, looking in the mirror in the dressing room, I knew this dress flaunted my shape in all the right ways. At 5'5, 130 pounds with 36C breasts I could still look pretty damn hot when I wanted to.

Friday came, and Kelly went on to her friend's house. I changed and headed for Nashville. Like I said, we live in a relatively small town and I wanted to go to a big city, where there was no chance of anyone knowing me. I have been to Nashville many times and I knew just the club I wanted to go to. It was more of an upscale club in the Brentwood area. I wanted to get fucked by a stranger, but not some redneck low class stranger. This club was more set for people my age. I knew I would find the right one in there.

I arrived at the club just after 9 o'clock. The place was already pretty crowded, so I headed straight for the bar. My stomach was in knots and I needed a drink to settle my nerves, so I ordered a Long Island iced tea and started drinking it quickly. 

Within a few minutes the action was picking up. I was approached by a seemingly nice guy. We chatted for a few minutes, but I soon realized he wasn't the one. He was almost too nice, and I wanted to feel dirty. I wanted a bad boy. Several more men approached, but none of them fit the bill. I didn't know exactly what I was looking for, but I knew I would know, when I saw him. 

The one good thing about all of these men hitting on me was the free drinks. I was feeling pretty tipsy after several LIT's, and getting rid of all the guys that didn't tickle my fancy, when I was tapped on the shoulder. I turned around to see a rather large black man looking at me. He asked me if I wanted to dance. Without hesitation I said, "Yes." 

He led me out to the dance floor, and, just as we got there, a slow song came on. So we slow danced. He introduced himself as Kendall, and we talked while we danced - the usual ice breaking conversations. He was an excellent dancer and an even better conversationalist. After the song was over we went to a booth in the back of the club. Soon we were talking like we were life long friends. 

I don't know if it was the drink, or me needing to talk to someone, but I felt completely at ease talking to him. Finally, he touched my wedding ring and asked if my husband minded that I was out dancing with strangers. I sighed and said, "No, and it doesn't matter. He's probably with his mistress right now anyway." 

Kendall sat there for a moment, and then just took my hand into his. He slowly stroked it, and without saying a word, I knew he understood everything, including why I was there. In thinking of Scott, I realized Kendall was perfect for my plans of revenge. Scott is not a racist, but I would call him a separatist. I've never seen or heard him say anything unkind or hateful about black people. However, he didn't believe in interracial relationships, at all. Yes, me fucking Kendall would be the ultimate hurt for Scott. After sitting in silence for a few minutes, I stood up and took Kendall by the hand.

"Where are we going?" he asked. 

"Your place," I said.

Kendall paid the tab, and we got in his car. It was only a ten minute drive, and we soon arrived at his place, which was nice and well decorated. He obviously had good taste. Kendall put on some music and sat on the couch. I sat next to him. I started lightly rubbing on his chest, but he stopped me from doing it. He took my hand in his and looked me in the eyes. "Anne, I know you're hurting right now. I want you to be sure of what you are doing. I want to have sex with you, but only if you're sure you want this." 

I was surprised by this. I didn't know that a man could question free sex. This reassured me even more. He was the man and now was the time. I stood up in front of him, unzipped my dress and let it fall to the floor. Standing in front of him with no bra and only wearing panties I looked at him and said, "You may want to have sex with me, but I want to fuck you."

He leaned forward and took my breast into his mouth. As he was licking my tits and rubbing his hands all over my body, I grabbed his head with one hand and his hand with the other. I guided his hand across my ass, up and down my thighs, between my legs. I was getting hot, and drove his mouth deeper onto my tits. I started to moan and grind against him, and could feel my crotch getting wet, and he could too. 

After several minutes of this I stood him up. As he stood we kissed deeply. The more we kissed, the hotter I got. I unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off his shoulders, without ever breaking the kiss. He had a great chest, it was broad and strong. I then slid my hands down to his pants and undid them. Still kissing, I pulled his pants down and felt his cock through his underwear. When I first felt it, I gasped. It was HUGE. I thought Scott had a nice sized one, at about 7 inches, but it was nothing compared to this. I had to see this thing. 

I got down on my knees and pulled down his underwear. His cock sprang free and I was amazed at what was before me. It had to be 11 inches long and as big around as my wrist. My first impulse was to take it into my mouth, and that's exactly what I did. 

I had never had a great fondness for blowjobs before, but this was different. I wanted that thing as deep in my throat as it would go. There was no slow sucking. I dove onto it. After about 30 seconds, I took both of Kendall's hands and put them on the back of my head. He immediately began guiding my head. I wanted to be sure that this was the best blowjob he had ever had. I began to take more and more of him and he began to drive my head harder. We had a fast and furious pace going. The more I took, the faster I went, and the faster I went, the more he force fed me his cock. 

There came a point where it wasn't a blowjob anymore. I was being face fucked and I loved it. I felt him begin to tense up and knew that he was about to cum. I occasionally swallowed for Scott, but didn't care much for it. However, with Kendall I wanted it all. As I felt him getting close I went harder and faster. I grabbed his ass with both hands, just to be sure he didn't try to pull out. A few seconds later he was dumping massive amounts of cum down my throat. I never broke rhythm and eagerly swallowed every drop.

As his dick was going limp, Kendall stood me up and led me to the bedroom. When we got to his bed he turned me around, slowly slid his thumbs into the waistband of my panties, then ripped them off of me in one quick motion. I don't know why, but that was the ultimate turn on for me. I was about to be had by a large, attractive black man and I had never wanted anything more in life than to be fucked by him. 

He laid me on the bed and spread my legs. I had always heard that black men don't eat pussy, but he proved that one wrong. He slowly starting licking my slit and I immediately went into orgasm. It wasn't an earth shattering one, though there would be several of them that night. It was a good one though. My pussy was now soaking wet, and he hadn't even touched my clit yet. 

He kept licking very slowly at my slit and I felt another orgasm coming on. Just as the orgasm was hitting, he took my clit into his mouth and started sucking on it just like giving it a blow job. I lost it at that point. I started spasming with a violent orgasm. The more I spasmed, the harder he sucked on my clit. It was the most incredible orgasm I had ever had. 

Once it had passed, Kendall stood up and rolled me over onto my stomach, then brought me up onto my knees. Finally I was going to get this massive cock into my pussy. He slowly started rubbing his cock against my dripping pussy and I was squirming. I kept trying to buck backwards to get his cock inside of me. He was doing a masterful job of teasing, and he knew it. 

Finally he said, "Tell me what you want." 

"Fuck me," I said. 

He pretended like he didn't hear me, "What did you say?" 

"Fuck me!" With that he plunged his cock into me with everything he had. I screamed with pain and delight. I was so wet that most of it went in on the first thrust. He pulled back and thrust in again and buried his cock up to the hilt in me. He was reaching places in my pussy that I didn't know existed. I was amazed that a dick could make me feel like this. 

He slowly pulled all the way back out and then began to slowly long stroke me. Each stroke was wonderfully slow and long. He would pull all the way out then slowly rebury his cock in me up to his balls. 

He steadily began to pick up the pace. Each stroke was a bit faster than the last. With each stroke, I felt another massive orgasm building inside me. With each stroke I pushed back against him a little harder to bring on the orgasm. Suddenly he began to pound my pussy at an unbelievable pace. The only way to describe it is a power fuck. 

The sensation of the furious fucking, along with the sound his body slapping onto my ass with every stroke was too much. I began to tremble with oncoming orgasm. I realized that with every stroke I was saying, "Yes, yes, yes." 

Just as the orgasm hit me, Kendall spread my ass cheeks and stuck his thumb into my virgin asshole. With his thumb in my ass and his cock pounding my pussy I lost all control. The orgasm was so intense that I literally collapsed down off of my knees and flat onto the bed. I may have even passed out for a few seconds from orgasmic euphoria.

After I started to regain my senses, I noticed Kendall was lying on the bed beside me, with a grin on his face. I looked down and saw his cock was still rock hard. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him on top of me. "Fuck me with everything you've got," I told him. "I want you to use me up then dump every drop of cum inside me, and look me in the eyes while you are cumming." 

Without saying a word he got on top of me and drove his cock straight in. The doggy style was for me and my orgasm, this was for him. He began to fuck me at a furious pace. I felt like I was being jackhammered but I loved every second of it. After a few minutes, he slowed down and pulled me to the edge of the bed with his cock still deep inside me. 

He stood up and raised my feet up to his shoulders. I had never been fucked in this position before and it was an incredible sight to look down across my stomach and pubic mound and see his cock pistoning in and out of sight inside of me. The contrast of my pale complexion and his dark skin was erotic art at its finest. 

I felt him begin to tense up and I pulled him back down on top of me. "Look me in the eyes," was all I could manage to say. He settled back in on top of me and I wrapped my legs around him and locked my feet together. I wanted us to be completely together when he came. Less than a minute later he grunted and let loose a torrent of cum deep in my pussy. This instantly set off another powerful orgasm in me. Without realizing it, I bit down on his right shoulder and dug my fingernails deep into his back. Both spent and exhausted, we collapsed in the bed and drifted to sleep.

By dawn we had fucked twice more, but my night was over. I had to get back to my life and leave the fantasy behind. I got dressed and asked Kendall to take me back to my car, because I had to get home. He didn't like it, but he understood. 

On the way to my car Kendall jokingly said, "I never did get to look you in the eyes when I was cumming. What was that about anyway?"

As we got into his car I explained: "I thought I wanted to see your eyes as my revenge became complete. Just another way to make it even more personal. I guess I decided that enjoying the moment was more important, so I just held on as tight as I could. I hope I didn't hurt your back with my nails."




Revenge?



"Nah, it's just some scratches. It was WELL worth it." After a few seconds of thought, Kendall asked if he could call me sometime.

Without even thinking about it, I said, "No". 

He looked confused, so I tried to explain. "Kendall you are wonderful, but I am married. This was about sex. I wanted to get fucked rotten by a stranger and you were it. I'm sorry if this hurts you, but that's the way it is. You were my revenge." 

We rode in silence for the rest of the way to my car. As I was getting out of his car, another impulse hit me. I turned to Kendall and said, "I'm sorry if I was rude, but I had to be honest. Now I'm going to be honest again. I'd like to have your phone number in case I want to see you again. I had a great time with you, and the most incredible sex of my life and I may want to do it again. But it will have to be on my terms." 

He thought for a second, then wrote his number on a piece of paper and handed it to me. I leaned back and gave him a kiss then we said goodbye.

I did an awful lot of thinking and soul searching on the drive home. Do I confront Scott about his mistress? Do I tell him about what I have done? Do I just keep quiet, let him continue with his mistresses and I continue to get fucked by other men? Wait a minute...I had really enjoyed sex with another man. What had started out as an act of revenge didn't seem so much like revenge now. I had truly enjoyed it. Once the sex started Scott wasn't part of the equation. I was there for me. Perhaps Scott was right. I realized that I still love him, have no desire to not be married to him and still enjoyed sex with another. 

The realization of that moment is something that I will have to get worked out in my mind before Scott gets back from Miami. Do I continue to seek sex from other men? Do I confront Scott with what I know and what I've done? Do I use my experiences with Kendall to improve my sex life with Scott like he said that his experiences had done with us? The more I thought about it, the more confused I became. What had started as revenge had turned into a revelation. I had many questions to find answers for.



Revenge?



You called it revenge, but I call it something else. You should have known that a divorced 50-year-old woman who has big boobs and a decent body would like to flirt. Especially when that person is your mom. Yeah, she went after the wealthier old gentlemen who still had a little mojo left in them, but she also liked to be playful with the younger guys too. Of course your twenty-something boyfriends were the only source of young men around, but that never really bothered you. Her flirtations with your boyfriends never were anything serious, just conversation laced with sexual innuendo and the occasional dirty dance at the club. She simply liked the attention of the younger men, but fooled around with the older ones. Or so you thought.

It was a time when you were seeing someone and your mom wasn't. Even though you were fickle about your boyfriends, you actually liked the guy you were seeing. He liked seeing your 44DD's bounce up and down as he fucked you and how you would swallow him when he came. And, even though you were a very attractive brunet with a healthy sexual appetite, his eye seemed to wander every now and then. But that didn't matter, you always tended to find something wrong with your boyfriends and break up with them anyway. However, if you were going to be together, that would've been a different story.

Then there was the night you found out about the incident with your mom almost by accident. That was the night your mom offered to take you, your boyfriend and a couple of your friends from college out to dinner before everyone graduated and went their separate ways. Mom was designated driver so the rest of you could drink - which you did. A couple of hours later, your boyfriend wasn't feeling well and your mom volunteered to take him home before he got sick right there at the bar. 

"I'll take him home. The rest of you can keep on drinking." She said. Quite a bit of time later - far too long to account for the drive to your house and back - your mom returned. An offhand remark about being on the phone was made, you blew it off, and the partying continued.

About a month went by when, after an unusual sexual touchy-feely episode between your boyfriend and mom occurred, you asked if your mom had ever done anything like that before. His smirk and lack of an answer told you immediately that it had. You nearly kicked his ass getting it out of him. Then he told you about that night your mom drove him home. He stumbled in, fell on the couch and proceeded to pass out only to wake up a few minutes later to see your mom, shirt unbuttoned, deep-throating his cock. She was massaging his balls as she tried to get as much of his cock into her mouth as she could. But what really surprised you was that he didn't try to stop her. Her mouth and tongue felt so good that he held her head and began to pump his cock into her mouth. As he was about to climax he held her head to him, positioning his cock at her throat, and came. After she swallowed his cum, she leaned forward and pressed his cock into her cleavage. Pumping her tits slowly up and down around his cock she said, "I bet you're just as good in bed. Unfortunately that'll have to wait. I have to get back." And with that she buttoned up her shirt and left. About a minute after he told you what happened your relationship with him left also.

You never did tell your mom that you knew what happened, you just waited for the perfect time to embarrass her with it. Near the end of the summer she started to see someone that she thought might be long term. He was older, around 50 also, with a few gray hairs. He was tan from the many hours of free-time golf that owning your own business affords. The way your mom was always joking around and trying to embarrass him, his cock must have been larger than most. And, from the low-cut and revealing clothes he asked her to wear, he was obviously a boob man. You knew how to get her back.

The routine on Friday had him dropping by after playing golf and getting cleaned up. Then when your mom got home they would go out. So you did your usual Friday summertime routine and put on your black two-piece bikini, covered yourself in oil and went to lie out in the sun on the back porch. You had seen him staring at your from inside the house when you were lying in the sun before and you knew this would definitely get his attention. When he drove up this particular day you opened the door to the back porch and adjusted your top so that only a strip of cloth would cover your nipples and leave as much of your DD's exposed. When he came in and saw you outside he stepped out onto the porch to say hello and stare at your body for a few minutes. You intentionally made extra conversation with him so he would have to stand there and look at your tits and body glistening in the sun.

The plan was to have him try to put the moves on you while you were lying in the sun and then you could have acted traumatized by his advances, told your mother, and she would have dumped him. Revenge complete. His eyes told you that he obviously liked what he saw, but week after week he never took the bait and simply went back inside. You wondered if he actually went back inside, watched you from some window, and fantasized about you while jerking off. Today was the day you were going to find out.

A couple of minutes after he went inside you stealthily made your way through the house, checking each room, trying to catch him with dick in hand. No luck. You could've told your mom that you just 'stumbled upon' him while he was jerking off. Now you didn't feel good about being home alone with the guy, or even that he had made 'advances' towards you. And that would've put a crimp in her relationship at the very least. 

Heading back outside you could hear the sound of the water running as he turned on the shower. Frustrated, you decided that it was time for a change in plan. You would have to make the first move and get him into a compromising position. Returning your bikini top to its normal coverage - which only covered up half of your tits anyway - you made your way into the master bedroom. Maybe you could 'stumble upon' him somehow when he came out of the shower. The door of the adjoining master bathroom was open, and you stood there in the doorway looking at the naked figure through the glass door of the shower. His cock, even limp, was large. So, here's what I can't figure out. Was it the fact that you were attracted to him or was it the fact that you hadn't had a dick inside you for so long? Because something made you drop your bikini bottom to the floor, walk over to the shower and open up the door.

He hadn't seen you until then. I'm sure he was pleasantly surprised to see a well-tanned half-naked 22-year-old with huge tits standing in the door of his shower waiting for the invitation to come in. He could feel his cock begin to swell. He stepped aside and she entered closing the door behind her. She looked at him and then went back to staring at his growing member. Then she stepped forward and took his swelling cock into her hands. 

His dick became rock hard as he realized that this was the moment he had been waiting for. Having to look at her bronze body all summer long was like a torture. And now he was finally going to fuck her. He reached out and began to massage her tits through the bikini top. Then, stroking his cock with both hands, she gave him a look of 'should I be here?', and he acted. With one hand he picked her up by the leg and pressed her against the shower wall. Pulling her hips forward he brought his dick to her clit and began to slide into her. She half moaned and half yelled as he filled her up. To get all of himself inside of her he began to push her down onto his cock. She responded by moaning loudly and arching her back and thrusting her tits near his face. Holding her still with one leg up in the air, he began to pump his cock inside her. With his other hand he slid a triangle of cloth of her bikini top aside exposing one of her breasts. He began to lick and suck her tit while he fucked her. She just held on for the ride, gasping for breath each time he thrust himself inside her. 

Not wanting to come in her yet he stopped, set her down and looked at her. All she could do was catch her breath and say "Oh, God!" She reached up to cover up her exposed breast. He stopped her and this time slid the top apart, revealing both of her breasts. As he sucked and fondled her tits his stiff cock poked into her and she reached down and began to stroke his dick with both hands.

In one motion he turned her around, bent her over slightly and pulled her hips to his waist. Holding her shoulders forward with one hand, he reached between her legs and spread them. She braced herself for his large cock. He slid inside her, slowly at first then he began to fuck her harder and harder. The water ran off her back and ass as he watched his dick go farther and farther into her. She moaned, panted and yelled as he thrust into her. Occasionally he would reach around and fondle her tits while he pumped his cock into her. Finally, she began to scream, "Oh, God! I'm gonna come!" This just made him fuck the busty brunette even harder, impaling her on his oversized cock. As she came, he untied the two strings holding on her bikini top and tossed the garment out of the shower. Now she was naked and it was his turn to come.

He turned her around and pushed down gently on her shoulders. She went to her knees and immediately took his cock into her mouth, sucking and stroking. He watched as this younger woman tried to take him all in, but she couldn't. After a minute he took her head in his hands. Holding her still he began to fuck her mouth slowly, so he could feel her tongue and lips on his shaft. He continued to fuck her like this even as he came. The orgasm was intense as his cum filled the back of her mouth and throat. She had never sucked such a big dick, but swallowed him down nevertheless as she began to stroke his cock to try to keep him coming.

He shut off the water and led her to the master bedroom where he laid her down on the bed. He put her legs on his shoulders and buried his face in her pussy. While he was licking her clit he inserted two fingers inside her and began probing. After a few minutes the stimulation from inside and out began to make her cum. Her heavy breathing told him that she was near, and as she came he stood up, spread her legs apart, and shoved his dick all the way inside her. This made her cum instantly and she began screaming, "Ohhhh, Oh, Oh God!" With her legs up and spread apart like a V he had her gorgeous body spread out before him, and he fucked her hard. Her body and tits bounced back and forth as he filled her up. Occasionally, he would bring her knees up and spread her legs apart so he could reach through and suck and massage her tits while he fucked her. Then he began to climax and he held himself deep inside her as he came.

After this orgasm he stopped and said that he really needed to finish getting cleaned up. You were spent anyway and just laid there. Just a few minutes after he returned to the bathroom to finish his shower, you heard the garage door open. You quickly put on your swimsuit and strode out into the kitchen just in time to greet your mom as she walked in. Later you could hear the obvious sounds of your mom getting fucked in the shower by the same man who, not ten minutes earlier, was fucking you.

Your mom never knew what had happened. You probably figured that was revenge enough.



Revenge?



Copyright 2009, All Rights Reserved

Author's note:

This story really isn't at all about the "other man" so don't expect much detail on him. As per usual, there is no sex, it's about a relationship.

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Scott:

It was mid morning on a Friday and I was already looking forward to leaving the office. Not that inside sales is boring, mind you. Ok, it is, but it couldn't quite compete with golf....or sex for that matter. In fact, if I had my way, life would revolve around those couple of pastimes. Well, so much for fantasyland. I guess I should tell you a little bit about myself. 

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I'm Scott Evans. I guess I'm just your average guy, if a little on the short side. I'm 5'6" and weigh about 170. With 36 waistline, I don't have a body that make the ladies melt, but I like to think they wouldn't run away scared, either. I'm 48 years old and have mostly dark hair with the requisite sprinkling of gray. My eyes are probably my best physical attribute. They are blue, but I do have the occasional friend or family member that considers them to be gray. 

My wife is Lisa and we've been married 18 years. Lisa is 44 years old and is still very attractive to me. She was/is one of those ladies that a lot of men will notice, but not necessarily every man. For me she falls into the "there's just something about her" category. You know what I mean. She is 5'7" and, though she refuses to tell me, I'm pretty sure she weighs about 145. I guess she is not considered thin, but as I said, she is still attractive to me. I LOVE watching her hips sway when she walks. She also has great legs. I consider myself something of an expert on ladies' legs after a number of years of careful, if not strictly scientific, research. I assume her hair is still mostly a light brunette, though I haven't seen the actual color in 3-4 years. She insists her colorist uses the same color as her natural color, so I guess I believe her.

Lisa and I met when I first moved to town and decided to look at an apartment in a complex she managed at the time. She was attractive enough to catch my eye, but not initially so much that I was tongue tied or anything. I guess that turned out to be in my favor because her personality very quickly started to make up for whatever little was necessary to give her a "wow" factor and I was able to be relatively smooth. I admit it was a little easier since we had built-in business to discuss that allowed us to get acquainted with no pressure. 

She was very friendly, as I knew she had to be to prospective new tenants, but I assume she wasn't required to ask me to join her for coffee after I signed the lease, which she did. Again, she could have simply been being friendly, but I allowed myself to think maybe she had some interest. It happened to be late afternoon as we wrapped up the paperwork, so she knocked off about 15 minutes early and we went to continue talking and drink a latte. 

By the way...in case you're wondering, I truly DID like the apartment and thought the monthly rent was competitive as well.

We had a great discussion. I learned that Lisa had worked in retail for a few years after graduating from high school, but decided after a couple years that she wanted to better herself, so she started going to school again and eventually graduated with a BA in Marketing. She still didn't know what she wanted for a career at that time, but thought that Marketing would give her a better chance in most kinds of businesses, to pursue a lot of different career options. 

She definitely wanted to get out of retail, at a minimum. She enjoyed the work and the interaction with customers, but hated the number of weekend and evening hours she had to work. 

Though it had never been a consideration, she noticed an ad on Monster for a leasing agent/property manager at a large apartment complex and was intrigued. She thought it would be a more "professional" position and still give her the chance to interact with customers, but also give her more normal hours. She had been there about 18 months when we met and was really enjoying it.

I gave her my story. I had graduated from a small private college in the Midwest at the age of 22 with a Business Administration degree. Much like her, I didn't know enough about what I wanted to do for a career while I was still in school to focus on the things that would have allowed me to make myself more competitive. As a result, I bounced from one "entry level" job to another for a few years before I finally figured out a couple of things about myself. 

First, I didn't enjoy being responsible for the performance of other people. I learned that through a couple of junior supervisory positions such as night parking manager of a hotel in the city where I lived at the time. Second, though I enjoyed the competitiveness of sales, the fact that I had to consciously make myself think about smiling, even when I was in a good mood, made it more of a challenge for me to develop a quick rapport when meeting people in person for the first time. Obviously, that makes things tough in outside sales. 

It was through a fair amount of self analysis and exploring a few "less than ideal" career paths that I finally figured out that inside sales works very well for me. I was still able to enjoy the competitive aspect of sales in general and got to capitalize on a good speaking voice. I wasn't, however, hindered by those aspects of myself that would make working in outside sales more of a challenge.

It was interesting. I found myself smiling very easily around Lisa...and without having to think about it. When it finally occurred to me to look at my watch, I found that we had been there for hours! 

"Lisa, I'll be glad to stay and keep talking as long as you're interested, but I want to be sensitive to your schedule as well. Should we call it an evening? I assume it goes without saying that we'll get together again very soon, right?"

I've always heard that ladies appreciate confidence, so I figured what the heck?

"Pretty sure of yourself there, aren't you, Scott?" she said with a laugh. "Ok, give me a call at the office when you're almost done moving your stuff into your apartment and maybe I'll bring the pizza and beer over, ok? I don't think we're quite to the stage of me helping you move, just yet!"

I laughed and told her that it was a deal. I walked her out to her car and wondered about a kiss. In the end, I opted to attempt to not create any chance of awkwardness by being very proactive about not kissing....or maybe I should say trying to kiss her. As I opened her door, I said, "I hope you'll just be satisfied with the captivating conversation this evening. So many women view me as just a body and it really does get tiresome after a while!"

That was a great move, as it turns out, because it got a very hearty laugh out of her as she got into the car. I found out later that she really appreciated my effort to make that moment as easy as it could have been. 

I decided, for once in my life, to just allow things to play out. I was interested in seeing Lisa again and hoped she was in me, but I didn't allow her to consume my thoughts, and certainly not my schedule as I was new in town and starting a new job. 

I threw myself into learning all about my company's products and about those of our competitors. We were an industrial supply company, so there was a LOT of products, but none of them required much of an effort on my part. All our products were really more of a commodity. Our real "product", from a sales perspective, was our service. 

Specifically, we managed inventory levels on behalf of our customers in such a way that we could maximize either their level of inventory or their order quantities, depending on whether they derived greater value from a little better price or from the savings of keeping inventory levels as low as possible without risking running out of important items. 

I guess I was lucky enough to be one of the few to come to the realization of what our real competitive advantage was because I became our company's top producer after about 18 months or so. However enough about work, I'm sure you care more about how things progressed with Lisa.

As I alluded before, I was "Mr. Cool" with Lisa. I found a legitimate excuse to drop by the office a couple of days later and told her how much I enjoyed our discussion and would welcome the chance to do it again, but didn't make an attempt to set up anything specific. I wanted to make sure SHE was interested. 

A week or so later, she dropped by my place just before leaving work on a Sunday afternoon (Saturday and Sunday were two of her busy days, so she had Monday and Tuesday off) to make sure I knew about the complex's mixer at the pool the following weekend. Since she could easily have called and the entire complex was plastered with flyers promoting the mixer, I figured I could take that as a sign she was interested in getting together again.

Thus started our relationship, which, in many ways was a textbook example of how they say a couple should begin a romance. Though we were both clearly interested in one another on a romantic level, we took things slow. To be honest, the "teasing", if I may call it that was kind of fun. We would see one another once every couple of weeks or so. I was definitely very excited to see her again the next time and like to think she felt the same way. We would also talk on the phone once or twice a week in addition. Most of the time we spent together was very casual. Both of us were what might be called "home bodies", though I hate that term! We would enjoy sitting together and watching one of our favorite reality TV shows every bit as much as many would enjoy going out for a nice dinner and dancing. She seemed to "get" my dry and sarcastic sense of humor, which was a bonus. 

As I mentioned before, we also had a great time not getting physical for quite some time in the beginning. Now let's not get carried away. I would never want to go back to that, but at that time and for a while, it was cool, and I always thought kind of defined us as a couple to some extent. We had sort of a game of one-up-man ship on comments in the vein of the one I described earlier involving me just being a body about which I was so proud.

Gradually, our time together became more and more frequent until we were spending several evenings and/or lunches a week together. The fun we had in not getting physical even though the chemistry definitely seemed to be there started to feel almost awkward. I guess we had gone along in that manner for so long, that neither of us knew how to break the cycle. 

That all ended one day when we had taken Lisa's dog, Sophie, to the dog park. No one was sure what breed Sophie was, but the ever popular term "lab mix" was bandied about quite often when the subject was discussed. We were on our way back to the car from the fenced play area and I guess I must have stepped on a loose rock or something and fell. Of course, being me, I made it look as silly as could possibly have been done. 

Lisa started laughing hysterically and Sophie came over and started licking my face...or in dog lover's parlance, giving me kisses. "That must be the first kiss you've had in months!" Lisa exclaimed as she laughed so hard she nearly came to tears.

"Well, if I can't get it from you, I guess I may as well get it from Sophie."

As soon as that comment was out of my mouth, I panicked. It just came out without me thinking and there were a number of ways that Lisa could choose to react to it. I was obviously hoping for a light hearted banter type of response. 

I was definitely very surprised by what she did. She dropped to her knees and then straddled me. She may have made a comment about not knowing that I had been waiting for her, but I'm not sure. Regardless, she immediately covered my mouth with hers and proceeded to give me what was the hottest kiss I'd ever had in my life. 

Remember when you were young and it seemed like a whisper in your ear would immediately make you explode in your pants? That's kind of what it felt like after such a long time of physical denial...if that's the word since it was self induced and enforced. Her tongue was aggressive, urgent, and gentle all at the same time. 

Remember, I was already well past the age where a simple kiss was erotic for me, but my cock was immediately straining in my pants and Lisa was clearly aware of that since she was grinding into it. It was obvious that we had to get out of there quickly since this was going to progress quickly and go well beyond what we could do in a public place without getting arrested. So we got up and took it to her place where we couldn't keep our lips off one another.

Pick your cliché about fireworks, chemistry, or whatever. The time we spent together the remainder of that afternoon, evening, and night exceeded anything I could adequately describe. As I'm sure is rather obvious, our move into a physical relationship was the catalyst that propelled us to being husband and wife in every way other than legally. 

We were seldom apart unless one of us was working or I was golfing. I even tried to get her to golf with me, at least part of the time, but she was having none of it, citing that as my "cave" time. I was incredibly happy and she indicated that she was as well. 

Though I had no particular need to get married, I couldn't imagine ever wanting anyone else, so a few months later, I "popped the question" at the same time as the protagonist was doing so in the currently airing version of The Bachelor. Not very romantic, you might think, but it was very romantic for us simply because it was very.....well.....us. Lisa laughed until she cried. Or maybe it was the other way around, but as soon as she could catch a breath, she said, "Not that you don't already know, but I guess I owe you an official YES!" Of course that made me very happy.

As it seems marriages tend to go, ours was very fun and exciting initially and eventually settled into what I would describe as more pleasant and comfortable. Lisa and I enjoyed many of the same things, but also had our individual interests. Sure we thought about kids, but just never felt it was the right time. Initially, we were just enjoying one another too much to add to the mix. Thereafter, I guess it was simply a matter of inertia. We continued to have what I would term a "realistically vibrant" sex life. We went through the typical (I assume) progression of 2+ times a day to 2-4 times a week to several times a week. 

That was fine with me. I was now 46, and my libido wasn't what it used to be. I still very much enjoyed our intimate time together, but didn't need it constantly like I used to and think Lisa felt the same way. We experimented with a variety of positions, role playing, dirty talk, etc, early on as well. It was a lot of fun to experiment, but we found that the more basic positions and activities were as enjoyable for us as those that might be regarded as more wild or exciting.

I guess it was probably about 2 years ago that Lisa begin to change somewhat. It was so gradual and subtle, that I didn't even notice it at the time. She was less interested in sex and seldom dressed in a manner that would invite my attention around the house. That was pretty normal after a number of years of marriage, right? 

Interestingly, at the same time, she dressed even nicer for work. She almost always wore sexy heels and, while she used to wear skirts only on occasion, she wore them pretty much all the time now. I asked her about it and she said that her role required a sharper image. By this time, she had been promoted to regional manager of her property management company and was regarded quite highly within her organization. 

As I had mentioned previously, Lisa had become less and less interested in our sexual relationship and I found that, even though my libido was fairly diminished in recent years, I still wanted more than I was getting. I had taken to reading Literotica stories in the last several months in order to keep myself sexually satisfied. At that time, I was reading the "spank" stories where the sex was very graphically described and any cheating that may happen was found to be exciting by any and all concerned. 

One day, I was reading a story and just getting ready to take care of business (which I only did at times where Lisa had a late meeting or entertained business contact over dinner), when something hit me about the story I was reading. It was told from the lady's point of view. The protagonist's name was Linda. She was from a town just a few hours' drive from us. She had been married to her husband, Steve, for two years less than we had been. 

Linda was the CEO of a property management company and Steve was a sales support representative for an industrial supply company. Linda was 5'9" and weighed 130 with gorgeous dark hair and blue eyes. Steve was 5'5" and weighed 190 with graying and thinning hair. You see where this is going, right?

The gist of the story was that Steve had a small cock and didn't satisfy Linda. You may correctly surmise, by the way, that by this time, even aside from the striking similarities between us and the couple in the story, my average little Scott had wilted and no longer had any interest in anything except the secure and warm packaging in my white briefs. You see, neither he nor I derive any excitement from a man being belittled in Literotica stories. But that's just us. 

Anyway.....Linda in all her generosity loved Steve despite his poor endowment. Since it turned Steve on, however, she graciously consented to pick up other men with big cocks and bring them home to fuck on their bed when Steve was out working or fishing. Steve knew this was happening, but it was never discussed.

Now...call me paranoid, if you like, but there were too many things in this story that were too much like us. I don't know if Lisa read Literotica and didn't really care. I don't know if she wrote this story or one of her boyfriends wrote it (assuming, of course, this was really us about whom I was reading). 

I decided to call in sick to work and take the requisite trip to Radio Shack to buy all the voice activated recording devices and movement activated cameras. I thought those things were just literary conveniences, but it turns out they really do have them...at least for the purposes of my story. It turns out we don't have a lot of places to hide those kinds of things, but eventually I found enough spots to put the microphones and cameras that I felt like I had most of the critical areas covered. 

As you may have guessed, it was tough to try to act normal around Lisa for the next few days, but I made the effort. I'd really feel stupid if my suspicions were incorrect. Even if they were, however, recent events were enough to convince me that Lisa and I needed to have a frank discussion about the physical aspect of our relationship. Maybe I had been assuming too much. We certainly communicated very openly and honestly about everything else and I figured she would let me know if she weren't happy with how things were going in the bedroom. Now that I think about it, I guess I hadn't necessarily been happy about things and hadn't raised the issue with her. 

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Now....back to where we started the story. I was looking forward to heading out of the office at 3:00 this afternoon to go "fishing" (read: Friday skins game). This was my first real chance to find out if I was simply paranoid or if the similarities in the aforementioned story were, in fact, more than a coincidence. Finally, 3:00 came and I was out the door in a flash. Needless to say, it was a "handicap maintenance day" for me. I shot a 97....not a good round for a 13 handicap, but who could blame me. I wasn't exactly thinking about golf. 




Revenge?



When I got home, it was business as usual. She asked about my round. I told her that I played like crap. Any real golfer never plays well, right? We went through the motions, which I now understood we had been going through for a couple of years. For my part, I could think of little else aside from checking my monitoring devices. 

I finally got my chance on Sunday afternoon when Lisa went to the mall...or maybe she "went to the mall." At this point, I really didn't care. Yes...it was getting harder and harder to wait for the evidence rather than just confront her. Let's face it. What was going to happen when I did...especially with just suspicions? Exactly. She would either deny it or she would simply tell me I was correct and that she wasn't sorry or interested in trying to make amends. Neither of those were a good option, in my opinion. At least if I could get some proof, I could have some righteous indignation. Hey....small victories sometimes. 

Well, it was as bad as my worst mental images, I'm afraid. I didn't know the guy and frankly didn't care. Right, right...I know. I'm supposed to want to punch him out, but he didn't know me and didn't owe me anything. Lisa, on the other hand, did. Nothing much, of course...just some little thing about forsaking all others and some respect. 

Two things really hurt me about what I saw and heard. First, the guy's cock was big. Mine is just average at best, but I had never known Lisa had any problem with it. I guess I was naïve to believe all that drivel those well-meaning women will say from time-to-time, "It's not the size that counts; it's how you use it." Yeah...right. Or so it now seemed. Additionally, Lisa was really aggressive with talking dirty to him: "Yeah, that big cock feels so incredible in my little pussy," "God, no one has ever made me feel like you do!" "Your cock is so big!" "Fuck me, baby," "Make me your bitch!" etc, etc, etc.......

I can only compare the feeling that I had right at that moment to the time a long time ago that I lost my job and was completely blindsided by it, but this was 10 times worse. Like...the very life had been sucked out of me. I'll admit it. I sat down at my desk and cried like a baby...for a very long time. What was I going to do? 

One thing was for sure. I had to get away until I could collect my thoughts. I couldn't face Lisa and for sure couldn't pretend everything was ok with us. Damn...how did I even know she had an interest in things being ok with us? I guess that thought even crossing my mind was arrogant. If she didn't care enough about me to be faithful to me, why would I think she cared enough about me to stay together?

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Lisa:

My time with Bill had been nice that afternoon. To be honest, the excitement was starting to wear off a little, but Scott's smaller cock didn't really do much for me anymore now that I had become used to Bill's huge one. Even so, I was really looking forward to a nice relaxing evening with Scott including dinner and maybe some cuddling. I don't know why at the time, but Scott seemed to be in an off mood recently. 

He usually got home from golf at around 7 and I began to wonder where he was when he still wasn't back by 8. He hadn't left a message, so I called him, but it went straight to voice mail. That was strange because he seldom had his phone turned off. 

Not knowing what else to try, I went upstairs and noticed a lot of Scott's things missing from the top of his dresser. I checked the bathroom and again, noticed a lot of his toiletry items missing. Growing concerned, I checked his closet and found a lot of his clothes gone. 

Now I was panicking. It was just then that I noticed his wedding ring sitting on my dresser looking very lonely and quiet, yet speaking volumes.

How could he possibly know? Now that I thought about it, it never even occurred to me that he might find out or what might happen if he did. I know that seems too hard to believe, but it's true. Or...maybe more likely, I had long since quit thinking about such things or feeling guilty about what I was doing. 

I thought back to how it started with Bill. He was also married, but took a lot of interest in me and it was so flattering. Scott never gave me a reason to feel the need to find attention elsewhere, but still...having someone new and different show interest and be attracted to me was so incredible! 

When he finally managed to get me into bed, I have to admit it was beyond anything I had previously experienced. I had always been very satisfied with Scott's cock, but as I previously mentioned, Bill's was SO much bigger. Over the past couple of years, I have to admit that I have lost interest in sex with Scott as a result of what I was getting with Bill. That is also something that is just now occurring to me. 

I left Scott a number of voice mails, but it was pretty clear he had no intention of returning my calls. I had no way of knowing where he was or what he was doing. Would he divorce me? If so, did I really care? 

Not that it would end up being my choice, but I'd better figure out what I wanted. If I wanted Scott, I had to figure out how to get him to have an interest in keeping me. Scott wasn't the yelling and screaming type, but this may put that to the test. 

I finally went to bed about the time it was getting light outside. I don't know if I slept or not. I know that entire weekend was nothing more than a nightmare in which I felt like I had a lead ball in my stomach. Bill tried to call me a couple of times, but I ignored his calls. 

I went back to work on Monday, but slept-walked through my responsibilities...Tuesday, too, for that matter. Finally, on Wednesday evening, Scott called. 

"Scott....I guess you found out. I'm so sorry. So very sorry. I didn't want you to find out this way. Hell, I don't even know how you found out."

"Well, I guess we've established one thing. You're not even sorry you did it. You're just sorry you got caught."

"That's not what I mean, Scott."

"I would argue that that's exactly what you meant!

"Tell me about why you did this, what was missing in our relationship, and why I wasn't able to satisfy you in the bedroom, Lisa. Then, we may have something more to discuss....assuming you have any interest in any discussions. Would you rather just get a divorce?"

"No! I mean...I can't honestly say I can give you a good answer for any of those questions right now except for one. I definitely don't want a divorce!"

"Well, call me when...and only when you can answer those questions. Then, we may be able to figure out whether there is still an us and what to do about it."

"Ok, Scott. I will....and... thank you. For being willing to talk, I mean."

Scott, as I had mentioned wasn't normally a "fly-off-the-handle" kind of guy, but I was still very surprised by how well he was taking this. It sounded like there still may be a chance for us. The discussion, of course, proved that I was woefully unprepared to answer the hard questions to which he was entitled to answers. 

I decided to call in sick the next day so that I wouldn't be distracted by work issues and take time to think through these things. My feelings were in a muddle. I was feeling very guilty, of course. For some reason, however....and I really hate to admit this....I was feeling sorry for myself for having been caught and for the potential of losing Bill. Trust me when I say I know that won't get me any sympathy with anyone, but since I've been caught, I may as well be honest.

I sat at the kitchen table with a notepad (I don't know why, but it seemed a good idea to have one at the time) and a cup of coffee. I thought through the questions Scott posed to me. I guess it must have been hours because I drank most of a pot of coffee and then smelled something burning that turned out to be the little bit left in the bottom of the pot burnt to the point that I would likely have to throw the pot, itself out. 

At the end of the day, I had to count on Scott's love and forgiveness. The truth was that this happened simply because I enjoyed the attention of someone else. I loved and enjoyed Scott's attention and love, but I was....."used to it". Though he lacked nothing in the sex department, the reality was that sex with him wasn't what it used to be for me. Having experienced, and in fact gotten used to, Bill's much bigger cock has ruined me for Scott's smallish one. 

I cried once again when I thought about that. Scott didn't deserve that reality. 

I continued to think through what to say to Scott over the next day at work and through the weekend. I knew if I didn't call soon, there would be no point in calling at all, but if I didn't have good answers, was there any point anyway? 

Sunday afternoon, I finally called. I got Scott's voice mail and left him a message indicating that I wanted to talk when he was willing. He called me back about an hour and a half later.

"Hi, Lisa."

"Scott. Thanks for calling me back."

"So you're ready to talk?"

"I don't like some of my answers, but I'm as ready as I think I'll ever be."

"How about lunch tomorrow, then? Go through a drive through and get what you want, then meet me at the park."

"Ok, Scott. What time?"

"12:30. Near the pond."

"See you then."

He had already hung up. 

As I tried to sleep that night, I wrestled with what I'd tell Scott. I had to admit that I wanted to have my cake and eat it, too. If Bill were single, would I feel differently? Probably, I had to admit. The sex with him was just so much better, though; it was getting less exciting recently. I'd have to figure out why and do something about it, assuming I got the chance. By the time I fell asleep, I had a plan. It was a risky plan, to be sure, but at least it was something and I guess that was better than nothing. 

Maybe it was Machiavellian of me, but I wore Scott's favorite dress the next day, a blue dress that showed just a hint of the roundness of my breasts and a skirt that showed the bottom part of my thighs. I know Scott has always loved my legs. Would you believe, I also wore sexy underwear? I know, I know, but hey...why were we in this position in the first place? I think I have proven that I don't always exactly think all that clearly. At the time, I figured it couldn't hurt. 

Scott looked cold when he sat down beside me at 12:40. He was a few minutes late, but what could I say about it? I waited a minute and finally he spoke.

"Well?"

Nothing like being made to feel comfortable with a tough discussion, right? I know, I know. I deserved it. 

"Scott...I don't know where to begin. First of all, you've been the best husband any woman could hope for. I guess that makes all this even worse. I truly can't think of anything you've done or not done that caused this. I still don't know how you found out and I guess that doesn't matter, but I never wanted to hurt you. 

"Having said that, I have to admit that the sex with Bill has been good for me. I don't want you to be hurt by that, but it's the truth. It was incredible with you at first and very good for a long time. It's just better with Bill. To be honest, his cock is quite a bit bigger than yours. 

"None of that is any excuse, obviously. I know I don't want to divorce you. I truly do love you, though it may be hard to believe after having heard what I just told you. I love everything about our life together. I really don't mind our sex life, either. It just doesn't excite or fulfill me the way I'm fulfilled by the rest of our relationship. 

"I understand you are likely not to want to do this, but would you consider us staying together, but allowing me to continue my relationship with Bill?"

My stomach was in knots as I waited what seemed like forever. What a stupid selfish woman I was for asking this! Finally, Scott responded.

"I have to admit I'm surprised. I'd have thought you'd tell me you wanted a divorce if that's how you feel about our sex life. 

"If I consider this, how can I be convinced you truly do love me?"

I was stunned. I don't know what I expected, but this certainly was not it. I was fully prepared to hear that he would divorce me outright. I thought that there may also be a very remote chance he'd forgive me eventually after insisting that Bill couldn't be part of the equation. Never in a million years did I expect this, though. I finally responded, though I was completely unprepared to formulate anything very articulate.

"I probably can't give you a good answer for that, other than to say that, if you'll give me the chance, you'll definitely feel loved and cherished."

"I hardly feel loved and cherished now, Lisa, but then you probably don't care, do you?"

Though that comment was fully deserved, it felt like Scott had punched me in the face and stomach at the same time as hard as he possibly could and knocked me to the floor. The tears came immediately and it was some time before I could respond. Just for the record, Scott would absolutely never lay a hand on me in anger. He's way too much of a man to do that. 

"I don't know what to say, Scott. I'll give Bill up if you tell me I have to. I assume you know his name. I still don't even know how you found out and I guess it doesn't matter. I'm sure things with him will eventually fizzle out anyway."

"Ok...the fact that you're willing to give him up if I make you is enough for me for the time being. I won't make you do that, though."

This was getting more and more surprising by the minute. My heart jumped, but I was afraid to get too excited. I was mostly happy that Scott was apparently going to consider us staying together, but to be able to continue my relationship with Bill? That was more than I had hoped for even though I obviously came to this discussion asking for that very thing. 

"Here is what is going to happen. You can accept it, or we can divorce, ok?"

"Anything, Scott. I promise you won't regret this!"

"Make sure that I don't.

"First off...I won't share you physically. I guess I really haven't been sharing you all that much anyway, but I will NOT put my cock where another man's cock has been. For the time you choose to continue to see him, I'll be moving downstairs. We keep meaning to finish the basement anyway, so I'll just make it a bedroom and bathroom down there.

"Basically, we'll live as roommates until you decide you're through with him. You're welcome to have him over, of course, but do NOT flaunt yourselves in my face, or it's all over for us. 

"Does that work for you?"

The surprises just kept coming. I was overwhelmed with happiness, but sad at the same time. What was the point in staying married if Scott was going to move out of the bedroom? Maybe he would eventually change his mind about that. I had to hope.

"Of course, you have every right to place whatever requirements on it you want, Scott. I'm just so grateful you're staying with me at all. I hope eventually, you'll decide you want to have a closer relationship, again."

"That's probably entirely up to you and how you make me feel, Lisa."

Scott moved back in the next day and immediately called a contractor to work on the basement. Our two other bedrooms had already been made into an office and workout room. I tried to get him to sleep in "our" bedroom at least until the basement was finished, but he would have none of it. I tried to get him to let me take the couch, but he would have none of that, either. That obviously really made me feel guilty (like I needed to feel more guilty), but then, maybe that was the point. 

I gave it a few days and then called Bill back. 

"What took you so long to call, baby? Why didn't you answer my calls?"

"He knows, Bill."

"What? How does he know?"

"Does it matter? He knows and he was very hurt as you can understand."

"Yes, I guess so. So is it over?"

"You would assume so, but no. He's fine with us continuing to see one another."

"Are you serious?! What a fucking wimp! I love it!"

"Bill, let me make one thing perfectly clear. Scott is not a wimp and the next time you call him that will be the last time you see or talk to me, do you understand?" (No doubt you're very impressed with me for that and I'm now gaining your support.)

"Ok, baby, ok. Calm down."

"I just want to make that very clear up front. 

"Anyway...he's fine with us seeing one another, but while we are, he and I will essentially be living as roommates. He's moving out of the bedroom and making a room for himself downstairs."

"Well, what do you care? You still get to stay married and we can see one another, too!"

"You're right, but I'm still wondering why. And...frankly...I'm wondering why bother calling it a marriage?"

We made arrangements to meet the following day during lunch, but at a local motel rather than at our house. For some reason, I didn't want to come here, yet. Interesting. I had permission now, but I wanted to be courteous about it...at least at first. My mind continued to churn. Why was Scott reacting this way? It wasn't perfect, but it was still too good to be true. 

Scott and I would see one another in passing in the evenings and he was pleasant...even friendly, but I could have been a male drinking buddy. There was no intimacy at all, physical or otherwise. I made attempts to have more....personal (not sexual)...discussions with him, but he politely changed the subject. I was definitely starting to feel that part of me was missing.

I met Bill the next day and the sex was just ok. I really can't pretend otherwise. I wish I could explain it or change it, but I couldn't. It was like all the excitement was gone now that Scott knew. Was it just the deception that made it exciting before or was it starting to become clear that I needed love as well as lust and the lust by itself just wasn't working for me anymore now that I didn't feel like I had love. 

As I continued to think, it continued to very gradually become clear to me that I had what I thought I wanted. Now that I had it, though, it wasn't at all what I had expected that it would be. Have you heard of a parent that shuts their kid in a closet and makes them smoke several cigarettes when they catch them smoking? I almost felt like that's what was happening to me in some ways. That just couldn't be how Scott was thinking about it... or could it? That would be a very elaborate form of revenge. I wondered why he didn't seem to need revenge, but maybe he was getting the ultimate revenge?

On the way home, I stopped by the bank...I don't even remember why anymore, but I thought I'd ask for a print-out while I was there just to make sure my math was correct in the check book and was stunned to find my balance seriously depleted. I checked our meager savings account, too, and found that half of that balance was gone. I asked about it and was told that Scott and withdrawn half the balance of each a few days back. Now I was beginning to reel. I guess I was seeing just how serious all this was. I had to talk to Scott about it when I got home.

"Scott...can we talk?" I asked as soon as I came through the front door and saw him sitting on the couch watching his favorite college basketball team. He had a puppet of a bird with a big red head and yellow beak with the letters KU on its blue body on his hand. He was sitting forward alternately concentrating and yelling at the TV. I wonder what's so particularly bad about the "F_____g Tigers" more so than any other team, anyway? I'd have thought it was adorable if I wasn't so upset about us.

He eventually became vaguely aware that I was there and paused the game. Don't we just love DVR?

"What can I do for you, Lisa?"

"Scott, why did you take half our money out of our checking and savings accounts?"

"Well, I figured unless and until we ever have a real marriage again, it didn't make sense to share financial matters. Don't worry. There is a check for half of the mortgage and utilities on the end table."




Revenge?



"That's not the point, Scott. It's not the money. It's more distance between us."

Scott looked thoughtful for a moment and then spoke.

"I don't get it, Lisa. You wanted to be able to play with other men, but didn't want to give up anything in our relationship?"

"Remember, I said I'd give him up if you wanted me too. That's not fair, Scott!"

"Oh...so you weren't interested in doing it simply because it was the right thing to do or out of respect for me. Only if it was the only way for us to stay together?"

"Well...when you put it like that...."

My God, this wasn't going like it wanted it to go at all. What was I going to do? I had really opened a can of worms here and was beginning to see that now. 

"Lisa, let me help you with something here. I agreed to stay married because I wasn't 100% sure that I had been as proactive as I should have been with communicating our needs and feelings with one another as the years passed. I didn't want to just leave...even though you cheated on me...on us...without making sure I went more than my share of the distance to make our relationship vibrant and mutually fulfilling.

"Having said that, make no mistake about it. My cock may be too small for you. I'm sorry about that, but it's the only one I have. I may not excite you anymore, but you need to understand that I still have some pride and a male ego and will not be treated with disrespect. What do you think our friends and family would think of me? What do you think my co-workers would think of me if they knew you had a boyfriend at all...let alone one that I knew about and was content to simply let you have him and have all of me at the same time?

"Sorry...not interested in that. Let me make one more thing clear as well. I haven't asked before, but how long have you been with Bill?"

"I haven't been with Bill...just seeing Bill!"

"With. Seeing. Fucking. Whatever. How long?"

Scott was getting mad now. The layers involved with what I had done to him were just now starting to be peeled away and I liked myself and my situation less by the hour. I started to cry again.

"Almost a year."

This was followed by a long silence.

"A year? A year?!"

"Yes."

Again...no point in lying now, was there?

"So here's the deal. One year after you decide to stop seeing Bill, or anyone else, we can discuss whether we can/will become husband and wife in anything more than name.

Now, if you don't mind, this game is important."

Now the pieces were beginning to fall together. Now I was beginning to realize just how much of a bitch I had been and how badly I had hurt the man that I now understood I loved more than ever. I knew there was no point in pleading my case. Not only had I cheated on Scott, but I had the arrogance, lack of sensitivity, and selfishness to ask him to keep on doing it, but also keep all the things I liked best at the time about our marriage. God, I was starting to hate myself. 

A year was going to be a very long time, but there was no question that I was going to wait it out. I guess another month or so wouldn't matter, would it? Maybe just 1-2 more times with Bill to be able to enjoy the memories....

You guessed it. I called Bill and met him again the next day. I'm clearly a poster child for self-destructive behavior, and yet...I did it anyway. After spending another couple of hours with Bill, I wanted to take steel wool and purge myself. It wasn't exciting. It didn't feel good. I felt dirty and cheap. I told him as I left to go back home that I wasn't ever interested in seeing or hearing from him again. To add insult to injury, he didn't really seem to care. I definitely hadn't wanted him to put up such an argument that it became awkward to end things between us, but I had at least hoped he would make some effort to talk me out of moving on for the sake of my ego.

This situation was getting better and better all the time. Surely, Scott couldn't have planned things to turn out this way, could he? He couldn't know how I would start to feel and that Bill would ultimately dump me (well, he may as well have), right?

I told Scott the next day that Bill and I were through. I don't know what I was expecting. I guess I was hoping for him to be happy about it and to take me into his arms and all to be forgiven? I know... I know.... 

He simply made a note on the calendar then turned to me.

"I'm glad to hear you've made that decision. You should understand I don't believe you and don't believe you won't find someone else. You're going to have to prove to me that you haven't been with any other men for a year from now in order to get me back. I have no idea how you'll do that, but that's not my problem."

Scott started to walk away and then turned around. 

"Oh...just so you're not surprised by it, I'll be having a guest over for dinner tomorrow night."

So the final blow had arrived. (This had to be the final blow, right? Hadn't I learned my lesson by now? Just to facilitate my self-pity let me recap. 

After getting caught, I:

1. Found the sex with my lover immediately got boring

2.Started to miss the emotional intimacy of my marriage terribly

3.Became aware of how significant the non-sexual aspect of my physical relationship with my husband was and now was lost

4.Hated myself because of the guilt feelings I now had

5.Hurt badly as a result of the pain I had caused Scott

6.Now I could enjoy a sudden and overwhelming jealousy (interesting how it never occurred to me that HE might take an interest in someone else)

Other than that, it had been a pretty good last few weeks.  

As I'm sure you may have guessed Lauren (that was her name) was absolutely stunning. She was about 5'3". I'd guess her to weigh about 105 with fantastic legs, red hair with a smattering of freckles, and a C-cup. She worked in an adjacent office building as Scott and they crossed paths in the connecting garage and security desk on occasion and had brief discussions. 

Apparently, she had had something of a crush on Scott for quite some time, but he wouldn't have anything do with her beyond friendly discussion. Clearly, he now felt free to do so. 

They had been seeing one another for a couple of weeks now and were clearly already very comfortable together. She came over and Scott grilled some steaks which she complimented until she was blue in the face. I know all this, of course because I was peeking out windows and around doors the whole time she was there. She left around 11 and I pretended to come out of my room for a drink of water.

"She's pretty," I told Scott.

"Yes, she is. Thank you for saying so." 

"Why did you have to bring her here? Was it to teach me a lesson?"

"I don't know what you're talking about, Lisa. You saw someone else for over two years behind my back. You're really going to be jealous about me seeing someone now that we have agreed we don't owe one another any fidelity? I don't get you."

"I guess it's just that...well....I'm definitely seeing what a self-serving bitch I've been. I'd like to ask...no...I guess beg you to take me back. I mean really take me back."

"Talk to me in a year and we'll see, Lisa."

I didn't think it was possible to cry any more tears, but I found a way.

To make a long story at least a little bit shorter, I hung in there for the next year. I took an additional part time job in order to be able to pay a surveillance expert to monitor everything I did through cameras and recording devices. Ironic, since I later found out that's how I'd be caught. I had the reports sent directly to Scott. 

He never commented on them. He continued to be friendly to me, but his wall never crumbled at all. He continued seeing Lauren and, though I made it a point not to subject myself to their time together after that first evening, I assumed they were very serious. It was the longest and certainly one of the most painful years of my life. I oscillated between self-pity because of how badly this was hurting me, and self-loathing because I knew I had hurt Scott so badly and deserved everything that was happening to me. Scott was never blatantly mean or never made any remark that would imply any of this was about revenge. I guess he felt he just needed this time in order to regain the dignity he felt he had lost.

At the end of my year of purgatory, I approached Scott.

"Scott, can we talk?"

"Sure, Lisa, what's up?"

"Well, you may not remember, but it has been a year now."

"Yes...I was thinking that same thing."

"So can we discuss being husband and wife again? I think you would agree I've done everything you've asked. In fact...and you may assume this, but I don't want to leave it to chance that you do, so..... I want you to know that I have spent much of the past year reflection. I've finally figured out what caused me to do it. I wish I had an answer that painted me in a different light, but it was very simply selfishness on my part. 

I wanted everything we had together, but also wanted the added excitement of something illicit on the side. It really wasn't about Bill at all. Nor was it about anything missing between us. I told myself in the beginning that I wasn't hurting you if you didn't find out. 

Now that I have had time to step back and think about it unemotionally I'm ashamed of myself. I mean...I was ashamed at the time, of course, but clearly not enough to stop it. I want you to know I'm prepared to do whatever you want to make things right between us."

"I'm pleased and impressed with your thoughts and insight, assuming it's genuine, of course.

Having said that, I have to tell you Lauren and I have decided to get married. I've fallen in love with her and, though I don't say this to hurt you, the sex is much better with her than it ever was with you. Her pussy is quite a bit tighter, to be honest, and I think she's just a better fit for me, sexually-speaking as well as being at least as good a fit as we ever were together emotionally, mentally, and intellectually. Oh...and she plays golf.

"I'm really sorry to hurt you, but now I do need to go ahead and get that divorce."

Scott hesitated for a quick moment and looked at me, then turned and walked away.

I collapsed on the floor and cried what was left of my heart out.



Revenge



This story begins with a man being murdered leaving behind his young fiancé Alexis, she is devastated, grieving and wanting answers. So she decides to take matters into her own hands to get the answers from the only people who would know the underbelly of society, the gangland.

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Her story starts on the morning of her eighteenth birthday, she woke around seven am to the smell of freshly brewing coffee and bacon wafting into the bedroom from the kitchen down stairs. As she sat up in their king-size bed in walked her boyfriend Scott, tray in hand with a single pure white rose on it and her birthday breakfast of bacon and toast on a plate and a mug of milky coffee. The tradition they had begun doing for each other since they moved in together two years ago.

He was wearing a pair of black Calvin Klein boxers and nothing else just the way she liked to see her man, showing off his perky little ass and six pack. He was just over six feet tall, with a light tan, brown hair with a hint of natural blonde through it, blue eyes, chiselled facial features and always had a bit of stubble for her.

He was well built, good muscle tone as he worked in the security business or at least that's what he told Alexis. He had a cheeky smile but a heart of pure gold.

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'Morning babe, happy birthday, your finally legal!' he said to her laughing about the end of his comment considering they had been living and sleeping together since she was sixteen and him twenty four.

'Good morning hunnie.' she smiled at him as he sat down next to her and placed the tray on her lap. 

'There is an awful lot of bacon Scott, I won't be able to eat all of that!' she said persistently as he smiled to her.

'Just try your best and if there's any left I'll eat it' he laughed. 

She took a sip of her coffee and said 'Mmmm just the way I like it' and started to eat a couple of rashers of bacon when she noticed something underneath the stack of bacon. She looked at him trying to read his face.....nothing. So she moved the bacon out of the way to reveal a little blue Tiffany's box, her mouth fell open.

'Tiffany's!!! You bought me Tiffany jewellery?!' she squealed and started to kiss his cheek, neck and then finally lips.

'Open it Lexi! Hurry, I want to see if you like it.'

She picked the box up and carefully untied the blue ribbon around the box, then took the lid off to reveal a little blue Tiffany & Co pouch. Still unsure of what it was she looked at him with a puzzled look on her face, he looked back at her excitedly.

'OPEN IT!!' he said impatiently.

Then she started getting excited, she opened the pouch and shook it until a ring fell onto the palm of her hand, a four carat princess cut platinum diamond ring to be exact.

Her mouth dropped open again in shock and aw. She tried to speak but started to stutter....

'Scccott isss this what Iiii think it is?'

'Yes!' he got down onto his knees at the side of the bed and took her hands.

'Alexis, you are my one, my only, my heart, my soul no one has ever made me feel the way you do baby. Will you make marry me?'

She looked at him in with a blank expressions and disbelief, she saw him start to think that she is going to say no, a look of panic washed over his face and beads of sweat on his brow. 

'YES' she screamed at the top of her lungs, leaped up and jumped on him forgetting about the tray with breakfast on her lap.

He took the ring and put it on her finger, 'a perfect fit' he grinned. 

'How did you get the right size?' 

'I have my ways' he laughs. 

She was straddling him on the floor next to the bed, he rolled over so she was under him and kissed her like he has never before. His hands roamed over her soft toned body like the first time they had touched. Up over her firm yet supple double D breasts, his warm palm gently grazed over her sensitive pink nipples. He hears her starting to moan so quietly as he goes faster over her nipples, she tilts her head back, raising herself up tight against him. 'This is my wife' he thinks to himself as they kissed with a new found passion. 

As they are in the throws of a deeply passionate kiss Scott's mobile rings, he reaches for it but Alexis gets to it first and answers it a little out of breath.

'Hello, Mrs Scott Coleman to be speaking' she giggled.

'Put Scott on please!' his bosses' voice demanded.

She handed the phone to him, making a face and went to clean up breakfast that was all over the bed, giving him privacy to talk.

'I have to go get ready for work babe.' 

She jumped on him wrapping her legs around his waist as he tried to get up to go in a shower. 

'No, not today you don't. I'm not letting you go! I want to spend today with my Fiancé.' she giggles pinning him down to the bed.

'I have to go in, its only for two hours Alexis, you can go in a long hot bath while I'm away and when I come back I'll make it up to you, promise.' he said to her giving her the cheeky grin.

She huffed and frowned, 'Ok, but hurry back.'

He went and jumped in a quick shower, pulled on his black jeans, black shirt and boots. He kissed her goodbye and hugged her tightly, that was the last she seen him alive.

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Alexis knew more than she let on to him as he thought he was protecting her from his job and the people he worked for by not sharing the details but she was more involved than he ever suspected.

Alexis woke in a cold sweat realising it hadn't been a dream and that it was so very real. She was dreaming about the night previous, she was on her boyfriends Kawasaki motorbike, in full black and red leathers, wind blowing through her long auburn wavy hair.

She had a samurai sword tied onto her back and a smaller version of it about the size of a dagger down the side of her left knee high black leather boots. Both blades had their first taste of blood on that eventful night, the blood still warm and wet as she sped away from the club.   

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She was on a quest, a quest for revenge and blood. To find the people who had, had a hand in her fiancé Scott's murder and she is not going to stop until she finds all the men who where responsible for it. 

She moved to the side of their bed, letting her legs dangle from the edge, she wiped the beads of sweat from her brow with her fiancé's t-shirt that she was wearing, still with the scent of him on it, she inhaled deeply as it was in front of her nose and mouth, she could still smell him as if he was still there beside her. 

She pulled the t-shirt over her head and placed it gently on the bed. She walked towards the bathroom to take a shower as Scott's mobile rung with a number she did not know and was not saved in the phone, she slid it open without saying anything a male voice laughed down the phone at her and hung up. 

She immediately recognised the laugh and knows exactly who it is and where to find them.

One thing they should never have done was to underestimate her and what she will do to avenge her beloved, her Scott.

Alexis knew that the phone call from the mystery man was only the start of thing to come, she found someone willing to help her on her quest for justice and the truth. Scott's baby sister who was the same age as Alexis was willing to do anything to avenge her brother's death. So one girl against the firm became two girls with a taste for vengeance to get justice and the truth.

Julez was about five foot tall with blonde hair half way down her back, blue eyes just like her brother's, about a 38B with brown puffy nipples and a rather dark tan against Alexis pale complexion. They were the complete opposite of one another so no man could say no to both of them. 

Alexis knew where the mystery man was going to be for two full weeks, on board a cruise ship, the perfect place for Julez and Alexis to get their vengeance. No where to run, no where to hide. In the middle of the water for a full week so they could execute there plan with military timing no hick ups where foreseen.

Except for one.....

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Alexis gave Julez the money to go and book the cruise, they were going as lesbian lovers so they would not arouse suspicions as it is a swinger's cruise and no one goes alone. 

'The cruise of the Damned' ironically named for what was going to happen Alexis thought. 

The cruise left the following morning so Julez stayed with Alexis that night to get their stories straight and to make sure they knew exactly what they would be like as lesbian lovers. 

They started off an awkward kiss in the living room before long their hands started to fumble over each others bodies, kissing furiously, then off came their clothes leaving them with just their bra and panties on they headed to the bedroom, and then the heavy petting began. 

Even though neither of the girls had been with another girl before they knew what to do and how to please one another. 

Julez pushed Alexis onto the bed and crawled up between her open legs kissing her way up Alexis's thighs, stomach, breasts and neck ending up at her open inviting mouth, their tongues danced with each others, pulses racing Julez descended down to Alexis's bra reaching round and unhooking it, pulling it off seeing her breasts set free she put her mouth around her nipple and licked gently. 

A feeling Alexis had missed since the death of her fiancée. 

As Julez was working one with her mouth she worked the other with her fingers making sure they were as erect as possible before moving on. 

At this point Alexis reaches around unhooking Julez's bra leaving them both with just wet panties on until Julez pushes Alexis's panties down and pulls them off completely throwing them over her shoulder, then standing up to remove her own.

She climbs back onto the bed and positioning herself and Alexis in a 69 position, Julez on top of Alexis, they begin to explore one another, rubbing clits with fingers and thumb, slowly caressing with tongue over outer lips and clit before sliding two fingers inside each others pussies at the same time as if they were alone doing it to themselves. As their fingers began to deepen and get more wet they both sped up putting three fingers inside and rubbing tongue to hard pulsing clit, it was not long until they both were reaching the pinnacle of their orgasms, before collapsing onto the bed together side by side exhausted.

They both knew they were ready for the cruise as they drifted off to sleep naked together on the bed. 

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They got a taxi to take them to the port at which the boat was docked, both got out the taxi wearing tiny sundresses one in red one and one in black with opposite matching accessories, sunglasses, wide brimmed hat, necklaces and rings.

They immediately held hand, fingers entwined like lovers do. This was not pretend this was a mix of emotions from fear to excitement, from anger to an eerily peacefulness washing over them as Alexis squeezed Julez's hand as she had spotted the voice in the rabble of the crowd, she looked up through her sunglasses to a penthouse balcony only to see the back of him walking inside as he shouted on a woman.

Alexis and Julez are shown to their room by a young porter who is carrying all the luggage for them. They invite him in to show him their gratitude but he declines and asks for a rain check which they reply yes. He closes the door behind himself and crouches down looking through the lock to see them kissing. 

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Later that afternoon the boat leaves the dock and the girls put the plan to the test. They head to bar where Alexis knows the man with the voice will be because he love to drink. Julez finds them a seat at the bar while Alexis orders two rums on the rocks as she here's the voice next to her. She looks over to Julez wide eyed as the bartender gives her the two drinks she walks away from the voice.  



End of part 1.



Revenge?



When a young man is barely 19 years old, hormones rage. It's just the way of life.

Ricky was that way, having discovered the joys of sex just a few days earlier. He decided he really did like that.

That one time had been in his old Chevy Camaro and it was not all that easy to do.

The beach party earlier had been a kick, Ricky spent most of the evening dancing on the sand with one girl after another. Since he had no steady girlfriend, he was free to do whatever he wanted.

But even being good looking with a tall slender body, sandy colored hair, the girls there were either mostly with someone or not too interested so he was getting nowhere.

Of course, being a virgin, he really had no idea at all how to get to the next step anyway, part of the problem.

As it got colder out and things wound down, Ricky found himself headed back to his Camaro.

"Hey!" Someone called out from the shadows.

He looked over and a short little brunette he barely knew named Sissy stepped out of the shadows.

"Can you give me a ride home? My friends took off without me. Please?"

"Sure." Ricky looked at her. She was cute in a way, not someone that would be his first pick to go out with but OK. All she had on were a pair of blue jeans and a halter top, plus a light shawl that wouldn't do much good tugged over her bare shoulders. 

Sissy turned out to live almost 40 miles the other side of town, Ricky was staring at the gas gauge all the way.

They had about two miles to go when the engine sputtered, another hundred feet and it rolled to a stop.

"Crap! Out of gas." He muttered.

"We can walk from here, my Dad keeps a couple of gallons in the garage for his mower." Sissy told him.

Ricky didn't really want to leave his car, he had nearly a grand invested in just the wheels, and every dime he had made unloading boxes at the grocery store had gone into the engine, or some part for his toy. Since he was also in school, that and his car was about all he ever spent money on. Gas was a premium, he could afford about 5 gallons at a time.

Right at the moment he had about three dollars in his pocket and he was over 30 miles away from any gas station.

"This is a fucking mess." He mumbled.

"I'm sorry. Hey, how about I make it up to you?" Sissy asked with a little titter.

Ricky looked over at her, slightly confused. She reached down and undid the catch at the front of her halter top, smiled as she pulled the cups aside.

Ricky was young and inexperienced, but he wasn't stupid. He got that part.

Once in there with Sissy's fanny against the steering wheel and her upper body scrunched over because of the roof a car roared by, it's horn blowing. He was having one hell of a time getting it done in the awkward position inside the car but he managed.

Sissy was giggling the whole time, her pretty titties bouncing. She had very puffy nipples, he noticed they looked different, having seen quite a few bare breasts in pictures.

That is how Ricky lost his virginity, and suddenly he didn't mind running out of gas.

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The two mile walk to Sissy's house was not easy, the night was now cloudy and dark. They could barely make out the ribbon of black two lane pavement. Finally they rounded a bend and saw her house.

"Man, it's a long ways out here." Ricky told her.

"Yea, my Dad and Mom like it, it is private. Dad built the house and we farm it."

The outside lights came on the instant they stepped up on the porch.

"Where have you been, Sissy? You are way late." A dark haired older version of Sissy demanded.

The woman had on a huge robe which she reached up and grabbed the front of when she saw Ricky.

"We ran out of gas and had to walk. I'm sorry, it's not my fault."

"I thought you were with Carol and Jeanie?" She asked, looking at Ricky with suspicion.

"I was but they met some boys and took off, left me there. This is Rick, he gave me a lift home but his car ran out of gas. Can he borrow Dad's spare gas?"

"Your Dad used it in his mower this morning, I know he doesn't have any because he told me to refill the can tomorrow." She was still looking at Ricky. 

"Maybe we can call someone? I don't know though, it's after two in the morning." Her Mom looked at her watch.

"I wouldn't know who, I am in living on campus and I know my room mate went out."

"Campus? You are going to school? Taking what?" The woman showed sudden interest.

"Medical. I plan on becoming a Doctor." Ricky told her. Then he shivered, the night air was pretty cool.  Sissy's Mother noticed that, plus she looked at him with interest now.

"Really? A Doctor, huh? Why don't you come on in where it's warm, we will figure something out."

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That is how Ricky ended up in a strange house talking to the Mother of the first girl he had ever had sex with in his life.

The way the woman kept looking back and forth, Ricky was fairly sure she knew it too.

I didn't help that Sissy yawned and said she was going to bed, leaving him alone with her Mom.

"Well, I guess I can walk back to my car and..." Ricky started.

"Nonsense! We have a spare bedroom, you can sleep here, and in the morning we can run to town and get you some gas, OK?"

Ricky didn't really want to leave his Camaro out there in the dark, not with his thousand dollar wheels. He had gathered up every returnable beer and pop can he could find to help pay for those, they were cool.

So he found himself ushered to a nice room, the bed was a full size one and soft.

"Sleep tight honey, we will see you in the morning." She smiled at him and left. It struck Ricky that he still didn't know her name.

But once in bed, he was asleep in seconds.

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Something was screeching outside when he woke up, he saw it was light. His head hurt from the beer he had drank, one of the kids always managed to snag some for the beach parties.

What in the hell was that noise?

Then it hit him it was Chickens.

Chickens? Where in the hell was he? Then he remembered, he was way out in the country. Ricky rolled out of bed, looking down he had a morning hard on and needed desperately to take a piss. He had to find a bathroom and he had no idea at all where one was.

Ricky made it maybe three steps, the door opened and there stood Sissy's Mom. She caught him cold with the whole thing standing at complete attention.

"Oh, my! I'm sorry, I just came to wake you up. Breakfast is ready." She looked down at him, grinned as he quickly tried to cover himself with his hands.

"Relax, I have seen men before." She said, then she left and closed the door.

"Two doors down on the left!" She called out through the door, then giggled.

"Lord." Ricky thought. This weekend was getting stranger and stranger. He stuck his head out into the hallway, saw no one. He reached back and grabbed his pants and went down the hall.

"Hi!" Sissy stuck her head out around her bedroom door when he came back out.

"Morning." He told her.

"Hey, check this out!" She swing the door open wide, she was naked. It had been very dark the night before so Ricky had not really gotten a good look at her, but he sure got a good look this time.

Of course that instantly caused him to fully erect again. With a giggle, she shut the door.

Sighing, Ricky went back to the bedroom he was in.

It took a few minutes but he got his erection back down, shoving the tissues with the evidence deep into a wastebasket.

Sissy's Mom was busy in the kitchen, Sissy already sat there. She smirked at him as he came in.

Food! Lots of it and it was good, Ricky at that age could eat a Horse with little effort.

"What's your Mom's name?" He leaned over and whispered to Sissy when her Mother left the room for a moment.

"Catherine. My Dad's name is Henry."

"Where is your Dad?" He asked, shoving another fork full of hash browns into his mouth.

"It's Sunday, he always goes and plays Golf on Sunday. At least he has for the last few months anyway."

"Oh." Just then Catherine came back in, he thanked her for the food, telling her how good it was. She just smiled.

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Ricky was relieved to see his car sitting there appearing untouched as they drove on into town.

At the gas station he filled a two gallon can, slid that into the trunk and headed back. Catherine took a different route which surprised him since it was further.

He realized why when he saw the sign for the golf course. Catherine stopped, surveyed the parking lot, then acting irritated, she drove on to where Ricky's car was.

He poured the fuel into the tank, then struggled with the engine for several minutes before it started. With a wave, Catherine and Sissy left. Ricky drove back to his room.

With classes and having to study, it was the next Saturday before Ricky gave Sissy a call. He was thinking of taking her out for a movie, then maybe she might want to do some more of that fun stuff they had done in the car.

"Sissy isn't home, she left with her girl friends." Catherine told him. Then she launched into a series of questions about his plans, how he was doing in school.

It was almost like there were long time friends, they ended up visiting on the phone for well over an hour.

Then she apologized for walking in on him when he stayed overnight there.

"It's OK, things happen I guess." Ricky managed, feeling his face flush at the memory.

"Good. I didn't want to embarrass you. But the good lord was certainly kind to you." She giggled like a school girl.

Ricky didn't answer, he was suddenly tongue tied.

"In fact, you can stay over here any time you like!" She hesitated, waiting for a response.

"I understand, I was young and shy once, it's OK." She added.

"I'm not really that..I mean.." Ricky managed.

"Call me again sometime, you are fun to talk to." Catherine hung up.

Rick sat for several seconds looking at the phone in his hand. Catherine appeared to be somewhat on the forward side, she wasn't like any Mom he had ever met.

The next morning the phone rang, it was Catherine.

"What's up?" Rick asked her.

"Well, Henry is off pretending to play golf, Sissy took off with her friends again and I am bored. Why don't you come and get me, we can maybe take a drive in that fancy car of yours?"

"You want to go for a drive? With me?" Ricky was surprised at that.

"Yea, I do. I like you, you are fun to talk to."

"Well, OK. I will be there in about an hour." He really didn't know quite how to say no.

Catherine came out of her house the moment he pulled up. Ricky was surprised to see her wearing a halter top and a pair of white low slung shorts. He tummy was flat as a pancake and golden brown, he knew she must spend a lot of time in the Sun.

As she slid into the passenger side bucket seat, he could see she had on traces of makeup and her hair was nicely done up, flowing in waves almost to her shoulders.

Ricky blinked at that, Catherine looked like she had fixed herself up for a date or something.

"Let's drive out towards the lake, there is usually very little traffic out there, OK?" She smiled. Ricky glanced at her, the halter top was showing a large expanse of well tanned breasts.

He took a deep breath, one glance at her was enough for him to begin to erect, and he was thinking it might be best to keep that under control.

For a mature woman, Catherine was kind of hot.

"Drive fast!" She asked.

"What?"

"I want to go fast, go real fast!"

OK. She wanted to go fast, that he could do.

Rick stepped on it a bit harder, the large engine responded with a guttural growl.

"Faster!" She urged. Now Ricky was at the point where the tires were complaining when he negotiated the curves. The last two miles just before the road ended at what was a local paper company lake, was nearly straight and slightly uphill. The place was usually deserted since the lake had almost no fish in it.

"How fast will this go?" She asked. Rick glanced over at Catherine, she had one hand resting on her chest, her index finger inside the top.

It looked like she was...touching herself?

"I don't know." He told her.

"Find out! Go!" She uttered.

Ricky floored it, the machine shot forward. There were no side roads coming in, the road was wide and fairly smooth. He glanced down at the speedometer as it slid past 100, then 110.

There was more but he had to let off and slow down or they would end up in the lake. He pulled in and parked where they could look out over the still water, shut off the engine.

Turning, he saw that Catherine was looking right at him.

"Let me." She mumbled, tripping her seat belt and reaching over for his zipper. At the same time she somehow was pulling off her halter top, baring her heavy breasts. 

It was almost exactly what her daughter had done several nights earlier. Right at the very top of her nipples the flesh turned white, the very upper edges of her nipples were both darker.

Just as he was thinking that Catherine must sunbathe in a very tiny bathing suit, he felt himself freed from his pants and her mouth slide over him.

It was all like it was happening to someone else, this was a beautiful woman in her forties, and his girlfriend's Mother!

At least he had thought that maybe Sissy was his girlfriend? It popped into his mind that he should not be doing this but it felt so good he could not even speak.

Then he felt himself orgasm, Catherine began to go at him with an eagerness that was amazing. Good grief, she had to have swallowed his sperm!

"Your cock, God your cock! It's wonderful, so fucking hard!" She slid her mouth off of him, her hand still busy.

"Come on, let's get out." She opened the door. Ricky got out also, trying to tug his pants back up. Catherine shoved her snug shorts down off of her hips, she was wearing nothing else. Her dark bush was trimmed nicely. 

Ricky was in awe, her body put her much younger daughter's to shame.

Reaching out, she grabbed his hand and led him down the bank to some soft green grass. Ricky was having one hell of a time walking, trying to hold his pants up with one hand.

Catherine pushed him onto his back, reached down and quickly stripped the rest of his clothes off. Then she hiked up one leg, reached down and spread her vagina open wide, set down on him.

For a moment she paused with her head back and her mouth open, then she began to thrash at his now full length. All Ricky could do in response was groan.

She began to mutter something, at first he could not understand it.

"Fucking bastard. Shit! Cheat on me, this will.. oh God! Fix him!" She kept saying over and over.

Ricky could not hold back, each time she lifted up it was like her pussy grabbed him. Her big breasts were bouncing right in front of his face, so he reached up to fondle them.

"Dirty mother fucker!" Catherine screamed, her head back as she climaxed. 

"Oh! Fuck! You are killing me!" Then she let loose with a long string of nonsensical sounds.

Ricky let fly at the same time.

She settled down on him, looking down at his face. Then she leaned forward to lay on him, her breasts pressed against him, her mouth plastering his neck and face with kisses.

After a few moments, Catherine fell silent.

Ricky felt something damp, reached up to wipe his shoulder. He realized she was quietly weeping.

"What's wrong?" he asked her.

"Not a single God damn thing! I never felt anything like that before." She told him. Then she lifted up and off of him, turned and ran for the lake. He saw she was wiping at her eyes as she ran.

Ricky was not understanding anything of what had just happened.

Diving in, she swam for awhile as he watched, then she stood in a shallower spot and washed herself.

Ricky sat and watched her as she came towards him out of the water. Her mature body was in what looked like impossible shape, her heavy breasts were beautiful. She walked up, stood at his feet and looked down.

"You are still hard, I see. OK, let's do it again!" She grinned.

Ricky did exactly that, taking her slowly and gently that time, until finally with her eyes squeezed shut in a grimace, her body let go.

They lay there together nearly all afternoon, only getting up and dressing quickly when they heard a vehicle coming.

A man in a white pickup pulled up, he had on an orange vest. He looked at them oddly but said nothing, they got into his car and drove off.

"That was wonderful but I guess I don't understand?" Rick asked her as he drove slowly back down the road.

"It's Henry." Catherine got a sad tone to her voice.

"Henry?" He knew that was the name of her husband. He felt a small twinge of guilt when he thought of her being married.

"Yes. Golf, the bastard was telling me. But his idea of golf turned out to be some bimbo down the street, he has been going over there on Sundays for months now."

"Oh." Ricky said.

"Yes, so I figured if he could do it, then I could do it. And after I saw you when you stayed over? I decided it would be you."

"You had sex with me to get back at your husband?"

"Yes, I guess I did. I'm sorry. But it's more than that, I really wanted to. I never cheated on Henry, not once. I bust my ass to stay in shape and look good for him and then he goes off and fucks some 30 year old twit." Catherine sounded angry for a few seconds, then her expression flashed right back.

"That was good, Rick. Real good. I want to do it some more, too." She smiled and patted his arm.

"Are you going to leave him, then?" Rick asked, trying to shift the subject since now he was uncomfortable.

"I should, I guess. But no. He has been cheating so I did too, and either Henry accepts that or I am going to take him to the cleaners. It's his own fault, I have been completely faithful to him until now." She looked over at Ricky.

"What about Sissy? What is she going to say?"

"I put her on birth control pills way back, Rick. I saw the signs, and there was no stopping her so I just did what I thought was best. I hope she was good!" She laughed at that.

Then once again her eyes grew damp. While he certainly was not any expert, he could recognize emotional instability when he saw it.

Rick looked up and saw they were close to her driveway. A large white pickup sat in the yard.

"Should I let you out back here?" He asked her.

"Drive right on up." She said. He did, parked and went around to open her door but she beat him to it.

She slid into his arms.

"Kiss me." She demanded, so Rick did. He saw the curtains move up at the house, got a glimpse of a man standing there. Then the man moved out of sight.

Rick was hoping the man didn't have a gun or something.

"Thanks for a good time, you are one hell of a hunk of man! In fact, when you feel up to it, call me and let's do that some more." Catherine smiled at him.

Rick nodded, got into his car and left. About a mile down the road he saw a car go by, Sissy was sitting between two young men in the front seat. 

She was kissing the one on the passenger side.

He sighed and drove on home.

About a week later, his phone rang. Looking at the caller ID, he saw it was Catherine's number.

"This is Henry, Cathy's husband." A man's deep voice said.

"Uhhh..what can I do for you?" Ricky asked him.

"Kathy and I had a long talk. I guess you gave her a pretty good time, huh?"

"Hey, look. That all just happened, I don't know why. I will leave her alone."

"Relax, that ain't it. Kathy told me she liked it. I know she was trying to get back at me but she really did like it, I could tell."

Rick had no idea at all of what to say to that.

"So anyway, if you two want to get together, it's OK by me. I just want her happy."

"I..well..Thank you, I guess." Rick managed.

Rick pushed the button to turn off the phone, picked up his books.

The entire situation had been strange. It was not one he could ever forget, but it also was not one he had any plans to stay involved in. 




Revenge?



Some things were best left alone.

Yet he had this funny feeling that being left alone might not happen.



Revenge



Author's Note: This was the second story I posted on the site. I have received a lot of feedback (some praise, a few corrections, and no shortage of flak) about the story and the category in which I chose to post it. LW seemed appropriate to me at the time but several readers told me that the story is really about 'watching and being watched' and doesn't fit as well in LW. So I've done some editing, fixed a few errors (Laura's age at the reunion for one -- thank you Mr. or Ms. Anonymous), and changed the category. Here it is in E&V. If you read it in LW, the changes aren't significant enough to read it again........unless you didn't vote or comment the first time around and would like to do so now. 

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It was February, it was snowing, and it was Saturday. Kevin Taylor saw no reason to venture very far from his recliner by the fire. He was just dozing off when footsteps on the porch announced the mailman's arrival. Moments later a bundle of mail slipped through the slot to plop softly on the polished hardwood floor. Kevin eyed the small pile, debating whether its contents might be worth the effort of getting up. Curiosity won out.

Retrieving the small stack of circulars and envelopes, Kevin sat on the hearth and began sorting through the collection. Junk mail went immediately into the fire. All but one of the remaining envelopes contained bills. The last item was a plain, white, legal-sized envelope with only a return address in the upper left-hand corner. No name. A computer label declared 'Kevin and Laura Taylor' to be the addressees. Only mildly curious, Kevin tore open the flap and extracted a single sheet of paper. He began to read. Before he could complete the first sentence, his heart was beating a little faster, his palms grew clammy and his fingers started to shake.

'Greetings to the Class of 1985!

Well, it's that time again folks. Can you believe it's been twenty-five years? Can you believe it's been five years since our last reunion?

Your committee has chosen Denver once again. I'm sure none of us will forget what a great time we all had at the last one. If it ain't broke, don't fix it, I always say. The committee seems to agree, so once again we're headed for the Hilton Hotel and Convention Center in the Mile High City.

The back of this letter has all the details. Don't disappoint us. Get your deposits in on time.

See you in June gang!

Sincerely,

Ollie Regal

Kevin sat staring at the letter while he tried unsuccessfully to slow his pulse and control his breathing. The bills lay forgotten at his feet. Ollie was right. He'd never forget the last reunion. The events surrounding their twentieth were indelibly imprinted in his memory. Feeling a little shaky, Kevin's thoughts drifted back five years in time.

***

Their flight arrived on time at Denver International Airport, their luggage was among the first to reach the conveyor, their rental car was ready and their hotel check-in was effortless. Everything in their room worked properly. It was clean and they had a nice view of the Rockies. Kevin should have known something was going to go wrong before the weekend was over.

Laura was delighted to be there. She knew she looked good. She had been among the most beautiful during high school and she had aged well. She looked a lot more like she was in her twenties than her actual age of thirty-eight. Laura could hardly contain herself. She knew she would fare nicely during the comparisons that would inevitably be made later that night at the reception.

They had a couple of hours to kill. Kevin occupied himself with a book while Laura made her final selections of the night's apparel. Soon it was time to shower and dress. They shared the small bathroom with the practiced ease of two people who had been married for fifteen years. Laura calculated their departure time to arrive at the reception fashionably late.

As they prepared to leave the room, Kevin stopped to admire his wife. She was truly beautiful. Long curly auburn hair fell below her shoulders to frame classic features. She had chosen basic black in a mid-thigh sheath design that accentuated her stunning figure. A single diamond pendant sparkled in generous cleavage. A carefully cultured tan complimented her long, slim bare legs. Small diamond post earrings and very subtle makeup completed the picture.

"You look gorgeous. Every woman there will hate your guts."

"Well, thank you sir!" she said with a curtsy. "But don't you be checking out my competition too closely. You cut a pretty handsome figure of your own." 

"You won't have any competition," he laughed.

Five minutes later they entered the reception room. It was already filled with more than a hundred people. They joined the crowd and spent the next two hours reestablishing contact with classmates they had not seen in years, some since graduation day.

Tuxedoed waiters roamed the gathering with trays of drinks. Kevin had eaten nothing since an anemic airline snack several hours earlier. Two scotches made their presence known faster than usual. Laura, a light drinker, was still nursing her first glass of white wine. Kevin excused himself and headed toward the hors d'oeuvres. Laura was lost in conversation with a group of women, all vaguely familiar to Kevin, but nameless. Grabbing a third scotch from a passing waiter, Kevin filled a plate with an assortment of finger food and stood surveying the crowd.

They all made him feel old. He could see Ollie across the room, bald as a cue ball and overweight by thirty pounds. Randy Arthur was already so drunk he could hardly stand, a mousy blond wearing a bored expression like a shield stood at his side. Kevin didn't remember her. Mike Nolan was engaged in conversation with a group of ex-jocks. He had a paunch and a receding hairline. Mike was okay so Kevin made a mental note to talk to him later. C.J. Gallagher stood out among the flabby jocks, louder and uglier than the others. Each time a half decent female passed within range, they all tried to stand taller and suck their guts in.

The women were generally worse off. None of them could hold a candle to Laura. Even Joanne Brackett was looking a little dumpy and she'd been a knockout in school. A couple of the guys had married championship Herefords somewhere along the line. Kevin decided there were only two or three women in the whole room who rated a second look. He glanced across the room at Laura who was now attracting a crowd. Mostly men. She caught his eye and grinned impishly. He grinned back and shook his head in mock exasperation. She deserved the attention and he knew he had nothing to fear.

"Hey Kevin!" came the cry from thirty feet away. It was Ollie Regal heading his way with a drink in each hand.

"Here, have a drink. You like scotch if I remember correctly."

"You're a good man Ollie. For the next half hour they caught up on old times and Ollie tried to sell Kevin an assortment of mutual funds. Kevin didn't mind. Ollie really was a good guy. If it weren't for him they probably would have no reunions at all. No one else would take the time.

"Holy shit!" Ollie said with sudden emphasis, gesturing over Kevin's shoulder with his drink. "Who is that?"

Kevin turned to see who had captured Ollie's attention so completely. Whoever she was, she was stunning. Kevin stared at her with open appreciation, trying to place her. She had entered the room alone and stood looking around with more poise and self- assurance than a movie actress. Kevin thought she looked vaguely familiar but he was certain they'd never met. He'd remember if they had.

She had light blond, slightly curly hair worn nearly to her waist. Large expressive eyes, a small straight nose and a wide, full-lipped mouth gave her a Northern European look. She was no sun worshipper because her skin was very pale and smooth. Perhaps five foot eight, tops, in her high heels. Her legs were magnificent, long and elegant. Her dress was a simple affair. Thin spaghetti straps held delicately printed floral material tightly against shapely breasts and a narrow waist to fall loosely from there to mid-thigh. Where Laura's dress was molded to her figure, this woman's dress swirled about her legs when she moved. Kevin decided she was a Swedish model who had wandered into the wrong reception.

He looked about the room and found that others had discovered her as well. Fifty heads were turned in her direction. She didn't seem to notice. An alert waiter hurried to her side with a tray of wine. She relieved him of a glass with a dazzling smile and walked right up to the group of jocks who stood drooling thirty feet away. Kevin watched her progress with interest and a touch of envy. Apparently she knew them. He decided to see how long it would take for one of them to pass out from trying to hold his stomach in.

They were a scream. She talked to each in turn. It was easy to tell who she was addressing. Mike stood there first, grinning like an idiot, holding eye contact. The others focused their attention exclusively on her breasts until their turn came. As soon as she shifted her attention to the next in line, Mike dropped his gaze to her cleavage. And so it went until she had greeted them all. Kevin still had no clue about her identity.

A nagging, spooky little feeling caused him to look around for Laura. She was still standing among a group of women across the room, but staring directly at him with a small frown on her face. She stuck her tongue out at him. He grinned back, knowing he had been caught looking.

Seconds later Laura was at his side.

"I thought you said I had no competition," she said with a mock pout.

"You don't, Sweetheart, but she's a lot better looking than anyone else in this room besides you. Who the hell is she, anyway?"

Laura laughed. "I didn't recognize her either. This is her first reunion. Carol James was the only one who knew who she was."

"Well?"

"You're not going to believe this."

"Probably not if you don't tell me."

"It's Veronica Henley."

"You're kidding! What'd she do, have plastic surgery?"

"Nope. Apparently, the basics were there all the time. You're looking at contact lenses, a few self-help books, a successful career, a personal trainer, nice clothes and last year's divorce from a wealthy doctor."

"You're kidding!"

"You just said that. You're as bad as the Chicago Bears over there."

"I am not."

"You are too. Whoops! There goes Mary Ann Wilding. I've got to go talk to her. Try to keep your hands off Veronica while I'm gone."

"I'll try," he said, grinning mischievously as he grabbed another scotch from a passing tray.

***

The party had been going for hours when Kevin, a little drunk, decided to get some air. He'd lost track of Laura some time ago. A large terrace off the reception room beckoned him.

The Rockies were bathed in moonlight. The night was clear and cool. It felt good to be outside. He'd had about enough of the reunion already. He still had to endure the golf match and dinner tomorrow night, and then they could head for home the next morning. He leaned against the railing and inhaled deeply. In a couple of minutes he'd go back in, find Laura and convince her it was time to go back to their room. Maybe he'd even get laid.

"Hello, Kevin."

"Shit!" he exclaimed, his heart racing as he turned quickly around, spilling part of his drink. "You just about gave me a stroke." It was Veronica. She giggled. She looked a little tipsy.

"I'm sorry. I thought you heard me. I didn't mean to startle you." She was standing a couple of feet away, hipshot, a drink in one hand and her high heels in the other.

She was taller than he remembered, even without the heels. Maybe five-five or five-six. Her posture had improved since high school. Along with everything else. She was every bit as beautiful up close as she appeared from across the room.

"Well hello, Veronica. It's been a long time. I didn't recognize you when you came in earlier this evening. You've changed." An understatement. "How have you been? What have you been doing all these years?" Typical reunion talk.

Suddenly he realized he'd lost sight of his intentions to find Laura and leave the party. He was intrigued by the metamorphosis undergone by this exquisite creature. Curiosity was getting the better of him.

She laughed. It sounded musical. "First of all, call me Ronnie, everyone does now. Second, few people recognize me anymore. I've only stayed in touch with one or two friends in the class and this is my first reunion. Carol James is the only one I know except for you and the stud patrol hanging around the entrance. Carol lives near me and we play tennis once or twice a month. I looked for Laura, but didn't see her. If she's still as gorgeous as she used to be?"

"She is."

"How sweet." She seemed sincere.

"So, Ronnie, tell me about yourself. The changes are striking."

"You mean from ugly duckling to swan in twenty short years?"

"Not at all. I just mean that almost everyone else at this thing is showing their age. You look like a million dollars."

"Why, thank you. But there's a secret to it."

"Clue me in."

"It's mainly money. Lots of it. And perhaps a little genetic kindness thrown in to begin with. Get me another drink and I'll tell you my life story."

Kevin hurried back inside for two more drinks. He caught a brief glimpse of Laura with another group of people at the far end of the room. She seemed happily engaged in conversation so he returned to the terrace without further thought.

"Mmmm, thanks," she murmured after taking a sip. "Where shall I begin?"

"At the start," Kevin suggested.

"Okay. Here goes."

Veronica talked for fifteen minutes or so. Her story was a good one and Kevin felt admiration for the way she had taken charge of her life. His mind wandered several times during her tale, not because it was boring, but because he kept noticing how beautiful she was. Erotic thoughts crept unbidden into his mind from time to time while she talked.

"And you know something else?" she asked. "I had the biggest crush on you when we were in school. I've thought of you often throughout the years. You were a nice fantasy for me at times."

Kevin was still sober enough to be surprised at her admission. He'd hardly known she existed in school. Before he could come up with an intelligent response, Veronica continued on.

"Want to know something else?" Once again, she pressed on without waiting for an answer.

"Wealth taught me to go after whatever I want because, most of the time, I get it. And do you know what I want right now? You," she said, again answering her own question.

Kevin nearly choked on his drink. She continued on.

"This may sound a little forward to you but I'd like you to fuck me. Right now. Tonight. I've thought about it off and on for years."

Kevin was stunned into momentary speechlessness. This can't be the same Veronica Henley, he thought. Coughing nervously, he tried to regain a little composure.

"We can't, for Christ sake," he croaked.

She was smiling sweetly up at him. "Of course we can. The party will go on for hours. We can sneak off for a while and no one will know. They're all drunker than we are."

"Ah, look Ronnie. I don't....."

"Don't think about it. Let's just go do it. I know you're attracted to me and I know you'd fuck me if you thought you could do it without getting caught."

She was right. He felt a little bit like a shit. But not much. She really was gorgeous. He felt his cock stir, and not for the first time in the past few minutes, either.

"Oh hell Ronnie! You're right. But it's too risky. You're beautiful, and I want you, but I love my wife."

"I'm not asking you to leave Laura and marry me, Kevin. I'm just asking you to fuck me. After this reunion you won't see me again until the next one. Maybe never. I live in Chicago. You live wherever. All I'm asking is for you to indulge a lady's fantasy."

Kevin was flattered. He was also growing erect. He was going to do it. He decided to fuck her if he could clear his head long enough to figure out how to do it without Laura catching him.

He reached for her. She pushed him away.

Not here!" she exclaimed with a giggle.

"Your room?"

"Oh, very bright," she said, laughing aloud this time. "The hotel put us all in the same wing. Somebody would see us for sure. I have a better idea. Let's have a little adventure."

"What do you mean?" He was virtually trembling with desire now.

"This is a convention hotel. There is an entire wing of small conference rooms down the hall a ways. I saw them when I came in. The lights are off down there. We can use one of the rooms. If we leave carefully and separately, no one will even know we're gone. If anyone looks for us, we'll be back before they get really suspicious. Plus, no one will connect us; we haven't been seen together by anyone."

"How do you want to do this?" he asked, his heart pounding.

"I'll leave first and go find a place. You mingle with the crowd inside, after you get rid of your erection," she said, giving him a playful squeeze. Kevin jumped, startled by her boldness. "Wait ten minutes and come find me. I'll leave the door ajar in whichever room I pick."

Without further conversation, she turned and strode purposefully into the reception room, still carrying her high heels.

Kevin waited five minutes to give his erection time to subside. By sheer force of will he got control of himself enough to rejoin the party.

His biggest concern was Laura. If she spotted him and intercepted him or expressed a desire to leave the party, he would have to stand Ronnie up. He wanted her badly, but not badly enough to do something stupid if Laura intervened in any way. He stepped inside and looked around as casually as he could. His face felt hot and his ears burned from the blood pounding in his head. Surely someone would notice.

Apparently no one did. The party was in full swing. He couldn't see Laura anywhere. Once she got wound up at a party, she could go for hours. He would like to know where she was for safety's sake but it wasn't an absolute necessity as long as she didn't spot him. The room was crowded. She could be anywhere. Nobody seemed to be paying him any mind. He decided to go for it.

Kevin adopted the most casual air he could, under the circumstances, and headed for the opposite entryway. Thirty seconds later he was in the hall. He glanced around quickly. No one was in view. He'd made it! As fast as possible, he crossed the hallway into the deserted wing.

Several doorways beckoned in the darkness. All had firmly closed doors. Kevin was nearing the end of the conference wing when he saw a doorway in deep shadow. He approached it with anticipation. It stood slightly open. He looked quickly around, saw no one, and stepped inside.

She had made a good choice. A long wooden conference table was positioned at the far end of the room. Veronica was sitting on the table at one end, her legs swinging slightly back and forth. She had found the lighting controls somewhere and had turned on one or two highly muted indirect lights. She was bathed in a very faint, very soft glow. She looked ethereal.

A media booth was just inside the doorway, its glass enclosure very dark. Two carpeted steps rose to the platform inside. The door to the booth was open. Kevin reached behind him and pushed the hall door shut, carefully using the knob to secure the door without a telltale click. The door had no lock. They'd have to chance it. It seemed safe enough. If they were reasonably quiet, no one would ever suspect their presence.

Kevin stuck his head inside the booth. It was empty. He crossed the room, stopping in front of Ronnie. Her legs looked pale and soft in the faint light. He stepped between her knees and took her into his arms. He kissed her. She returned the kiss with a passionate intensity that prompted an immediate erection. ***




Revenge



Laura couldn't believe her eyes. There they were on the terrace together, their heads held close in intimate conversation. Veronica Henley was definitely a threat. Laura started for the doorway. It seemed wise to make this a threesome before things got out of hand.

But a tiny nagging doubt caused her to pause. What would happen if she didn't interrupt them? She'd never had any reason to mistrust Kevin in the past, but this seemed like a good opportunity for a little test. Laura quickly forced back a slight pang of guilt and decided to see what happened next. If Kevin passed with flying colors, she'd deal with her guilty feeling later. If he didn't, she could always intervene before things got too serious. Of course he'd pay dearly later.

Laura rejoined a group of people in a corner where she could see Kevin and Veronica on the terrace and had a view of the doorway as well. The party animals were pleased to have Laura in their midst again. None of them noticed her inattention.

She didn't have to wait very long. Veronica appeared briefly in the doorway and then crossed the room with graceful poise.

"Damn! What a beauty," Laura muttered.

Veronica Henley dripped sexuality. Nearly every eye in the room followed her progress across the floor. She made her exit and turned down the hall.

Now the test, thought Laura. Once again a little stab of guilt assaulted her. She almost turned her back to give Kevin the benefit of the doubt. But once again she forced the feeling aside. She felt compelled to know the answer.

Several minutes later Kevin stepped through the doorway. Laura felt a flood of relief. He surely would have followed Veronica sooner if they were planning to meet.

Her relief was quickly replaced by alarm. Kevin looked wrong. She studied him from across the room. His face was flushed and his ears were beet red. Maybe he's just drunk, she rationalized. But she knew that wasn't the problem. Kevin wasn't much of a liar and he was never sneaky. Right now he reeked of guilt.

'Give him a minute or two,' she thought to herself, hoping that she might be wrong.

It didn't take a minute. Kevin glanced furtively around the room, his eyes brushing past her without recognition. He started across the room. Seconds later he turned down the hallway in search of Veronica.

"Oh, you fucking bastard!" she hissed under her breath. "You miserable son-of-a-bitch! You're going to do it, aren't you? You deceitful asshole!"

Laura glanced quickly around to see if Kevin's obvious guilt had caught anyone else's attention. No one seemed to notice. She started moving toward the doorway in hot pursuit. She intended to put a stop to this shit immediately.

Laura arrived at the edge of the hallway and stopped short. It was probably better to catch them together. She knew him. If she caught him at just the right moment he'd feel so guilty he'd never look at another woman again.

As carefully as she could, Laura peered around the doorway into the darkened hall. 

"There you are, you two-timing shit," she muttered.

Laura drew back quickly and paused to gather her wits. She'd give them a minute or two. They could hardly do much damage in a couple of minutes. She wanted to catch them in a position bad enough to make denial a waste of time.

She was tough. She gave them three minutes and then started down the hallway. It was dark and deserted. Wherever they were, they were together now. She stopped to remove her high heels and then hurried forward into the darkness.

Laura began to feel panicky. There must be twenty rooms, all with doors shut. She realized they served some purpose other than guest rooms. The doorknobs were different and there appeared to be no locks. She moved quickly to the end of the hallway without finding any obvious indication of where they had gone. There was no exit nearby. They had to be in one of the rooms on the corridor.

Laura's pulse was pounding in her ears. She stopped at the doorway nearest the end and cautiously placed her ear against the cool wooden door. Holding her breath, Laura concentrated hard, trying to hear over her own pulse. Nothing. She moved on to repeat her effort across the hall. Nothing there either. Nor at the next stop, or the next. On her fifth try she thought she might get sick. She couldn't hear a thing.

"Oh, dammit Kevin! Where the hell are you? I can't let you get away with this, you bastard!" she whispered into the darkness.

She was about to move on when she heard a faint sound beyond the threshold. There it was again. She pressed her ear against the door once again and strained to hear.

The sound she heard next was unmistakable. Faintly, but clearly, she heard a murmur and then a throaty female cry of arousal. There was no mistake. The sound was universal. She had them dead to rights.

Laura placed her hand on the door handle and coiled her muscles to jerk the door open and confront them. But indecision clouded her mind. It might be best to enter quietly. She didn't know the room layout. If she went racing inside and tripped over a chair, she'd look like an ass. It was important for Kevin to look like the idiot, not her.

Taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly to calm her nerves, Laura slowly twisted the handle. It yielded without a sound and the door swung open a foot or so on oiled hinges. She pushed it open a few more inches and cautiously looked around the edge.

The sight before her sent a chill down her spine. The room was completely dark except for a soft light that bathed the two of them at the far end of the room. Veronica was seated on the edge of a long conference table. Kevin was standing before her. Her long beautiful legs were locked at the ankle behind his knees. Kevin had his face buried in her bare shoulder. His right hand was slowly stroking her thigh. As Laura watched, he entwined his free hand in her hair, pulling her head back. He kissed her throat. Veronica gave the same cry as before.

Laura groped along the inside wall for a light switch. That seemed the best way to confront them. Just like two deer in the headlights. She almost smiled to herself at the thought. No switch! Laura took a shallow breath, opened the door another foot, and boldly - but quietly - stepped inside. Neither Kevin nor Veronica seemed to hear her or sense her presence. She hesitated briefly, unsure of how to proceed.

Kevin released Veronica's hair and drew back slightly. Looking into her eyes, he slowly eased his hand further up the inside of her thigh.

"Ronnie, your panties are soaked." 

Laura froze at the sound of Kevin's voice. Somehow that made it real. Her husband was standing about twenty feet away with his fingers in another woman's crotch. Tears sprang to her eyes. Her panic was nearly uncontrollable.

"I told you I wanted you," Veronica breathed in a voice husky with arousal.

Laura clamped a hand over her mouth to keep from screaming. She didn't know what to do. She glanced frantically around. There! What's that? A hiding place? Laura had spotted the media booth. Her legs almost buckled in relief. She needed a moment to pull herself together. She wanted to be in control when she surprised the two of them.

After silently closing the door to the hallway, Laura stepped quickly up into the booth. It was nearly pitch black inside. Moving carefully, she pushed the door closed most of the way and turned her attention back to Kevin and Veronica. The booth had a large window that faced out into the room. She had a clear view of the two of them.

Kevin reached down with both hands and pulled the hem of Veronica's dress up into her lap. Her legs were pale and beautifully sculpted.

"Lie back a moment," he directed.

She knew what he wanted. Veronica eased onto her back and unhooked her legs from Kevin's. As she drew her legs back, he pulled her hem up further to reveal very small, very lacy blue panties. Hooking his fingers in the waist band, Kevin eased the panties down over her hips. Veronica lifted her pelvis slightly off the table to make his task easier. When her panties got to her knees, she raised her long legs into the air and Kevin slipped them over her feet and tossed them aside. Veronica lowered her legs back to the table, leaving them open for Kevin to admire.

"God you're beautiful!" he exclaimed.

"Then why don't you fuck me?" she responded with a throaty murmur.

Laura thought she might faint. She needed to confront them quickly, before this went any further. She felt confused and frightened. "Why can't I get my act together? What the hell is the matter with me?" Laura whispered aloud.

"Not yet Ronnie. Sit back up for a second," he ordered, taking her hands and raising her back to a sitting position. Reaching forward, he gently pulled each spaghetti strap down over its shoulder. Then, just as gently, he pulled the top of her dress down to her waist, freeing two beautiful breasts. He cupped one in each hand and bent to taste each nipple in turn. Veronica moaned with pleasure.

"Oh God! I'm so wet. You'd better do something to me before I scream!"

Laura nearly sagged to her knees, steadying herself on the window frame. She knew she needed to do something, but she couldn't move. She didn't know why, but she had lost control of her own body.

Suddenly she realized what was wrong, why she was doing nothing, why she was unable to carry out her plan of confrontation. She wasn't being honest with herself. She wanted to watch.

"Oh my God!" she whispered into the darkness of the booth. "What is wrong with me? My husband is about to fuck this chick right in front of me and I'm getting aroused!" Laura clamped a hand over her mouth once again to stifle a cry. But this time it was a cry of self-realization, arousal, and anguish combined.

Laura forced herself to return her attention to Kevin and Veronica. As she watched, fascinated, he lowered her back down onto the table.

"Oh, yes Kevin! Fuck me!"

"Not yet." With that he turned to position a chair in front of Veronica's legs and lowered himself into the seat. Reaching forward, he gently opened her thighs.

Laura stared as Kevin bent forward to press his face into the small triangle of soft blond hair. Veronica cried out as his tongue forced its way into her soft wet center. Laura felt a tingle between her own legs and realized she was lubricating heavily.

Veronica's cries quickly increased in volume and pitch as Kevin bent to his work. Laura stared, breathing heavily through her mouth, as Veronica began to rock her hips back and forth on the conference table.

"Oh Kevin," she cried, "I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum! Oh God!"

With that final cry she gave a thin high wail as a shattering orgasm overtook her. She lay there quivering as Kevin stayed with her. Several contractions coursed through her body before Kevin gently brought her back down to earth. Finally he stopped and pulled back to kiss the inside of each of her thighs. Her breasts were heaving as she struggled to regain control of her breathing.

Laura was having breathing problems of her own. Kevin knew how to make a woman cum. He had brought her through thousands of orgasms. She knew what Veronica was feeling. Laura was near orgasm herself, just from watching the two of them together. She swallowed hard and raised the hem of her own dress to slide a hand down inside her panties. Veronica wasn't the only one in the room whose panties had become soaked. She just didn't know it. Laura's fingers quickly found what they sought. She stifled a moan.

Veronica had regained some of her composure. "My turn," Veronica declared softly. "Help me up."

Kevin raised her back to a sitting position and stepped back. Veronica slid off the table to stand on wobbly legs. A wet streak on the table shone in the muted light as testimony to her arousal.

"Trade places with me," she commanded. Kevin started to speak.

"Hush!"

Veronica began to undress him. Within a minute he stood before her completely naked, his stiff cock pointing straight out from his body. She quickly pulled her dress down over her knees and kicked it aside with the flick of a foot. They both stood there for a second together in the soft light.

Laura suddenly found her own panties far too restrictive. Shaking from arousal, she pulled them down and over her feet. When she looked back up, Kevin was lying on the conference table with his legs hanging over the edge. His cock pointed skyward.

"I'm going to suck your dick, Kevin." 

With that, Veronica bent over to take him into her mouth. Kevin groaned aloud as Laura watched in fascination. Veronica seemed to know what she was doing. Kevin was soon groaning and quivering as he was brought quickly to the brink of ejaculation. Laura thought Veronica had better lighten up a bit or she was going to be disappointed.

"Now I know I'm sick," she whispered aloud in the darkened booth. "Here I am mentally coaching this little twit while she blows my husband." The thought seemed almost comical to her. But the facts were that another woman had her husband's cock in her mouth and he was enjoying it. She was suddenly pissed at him again.

Before she could dwell any further on her anger, Veronica stopped in response to a command from Kevin. She sat back as he struggled to his feet, breathing heavily. Veronica moved into his arms. He cupped a breast in one hand and gently began to massage the nipple. She hooked an arm around his neck and drew his face down to hers for a passionate kiss. Finally, she broke away and looked up into his eyes.

"I want you to fuck me. Now," she commanded softly.

Kevin was ready. He laid veronica gently back onto the table and stepped between her legs. Positioning her so that her ass was at the edge of the table, he reached under the backs of her knees to lift her legs up and out of the way. She now lay before him, her long blond hair splayed out on the table like a halo. A sultry angel, fallen from grace.

Laura admitted to herself that this was the moment she had been waiting for. She hated herself for it but she wanted to watch her husband fuck Veronica. She wanted him to fuck her brains out. And she wanted to cum while she watched them. She lowered her hand to her pussy and opened her legs.

As Laura slipped her fingers inside her own hot wetness, Veronica reached down to grasp Kevin's cock. He moved forward as she spread herself with one hand and guided him inside her with the other.

Kevin thrust forward to bury himself between Veronica's legs. She cried out immediately and rocked her hips upward to take him as deeply as possible. Kevin closed his eyes and let out a low grown as her fiery hot wetness closed around his cock. Within a few seconds he had control of himself and began to fuck her with a steady rhythm. Veronica brought one hand to her mouth and the other to her breasts. As Kevin fucked her, she began a continuous chant of sexual arousal and started to pinch her nipples, first one and then the other. Kevin began a sharper, faster motion. Veronica's cries became louder in response.

Laura came the instant she saw Kevin's cock slip inside Veronica. She held her hand tightly in place against her pussy and rocked against it as the first spasm hit. A small sound escaped her lips. As she concentrated on Kevin's cock sliding in and out of Veronica with increasing speed and force, the second orgasmic contraction nearly caused her to collapse. She regained her balance and began to slide her fingers vigorously over her clitoris. She went over the edge quickly. Four or five spasms assaulted her in quick succession. She could barely focus on Kevin as he pushed Veronica up and over the top. Laura let out a short, audible cry.

Kevin looked up sharply, but then quickly returned to his work. He was slamming himself into Veronica as fast and hard as he could. Her breasts were bouncing in time with his rhythm. He was holding her legs wide open. Laura could clearly hear the heavy fleshy sounds of his thighs impacting her ass. She was literally screaming into the hand she held tightly over her mouth. Her orgasm was violent and prolonged. She thrashed her legs and raised her ass up off the table as the contractions gripped. Both hands were clamped over her mouth now. With a final muffled shriek, Veronica collapsed backward, to lie sobbing in exhaustion on the table.

Laura's orgasm had subsided to the point where she had herself under control. She held very still, fearful that Kevin would remember her outburst.

She watched, breathless as he withdrew his cock from Veronica's pussy. It was apparent that he had not yet come. He was still rock-hard. She watched, her mouth dry, as Kevin pulled Veronica gently off the table and on to her quivering legs. Laura knew what he was going to do next. Kevin turned Veronica around to face away and carefully bent her forward onto the conference table. Veronica suddenly realized his intentions.

"Oh yes! Yes! Fuck me from the back!"

Kevin eased her legs apart and grasped his cock with one hand to position it between her legs. She cried out in anticipation.

"Now! Dammit. Now!"

Kevin complied, thrusting himself sharply into her pussy. Veronica let out a low, unintelligible cry of pure sensation and reached forward to grasp a table edge in each outstretched hand. Kevin grasped her firmly by the hips and began to fuck her with deep, fast strokes. Veronica turned her head to one side and lowered her cheek to the table.

Laura could see Veronica's face clearly as Kevin pushed her quickly up into a mindless realm of sexual excitement. Laura went with her, watching her beautiful face as the first orgasmic contractions raced through her body. Several more quickly followed. Laura's orgasm was timed perfectly with Veronica's.

Laura could tell that Kevin was nearly spent. He was fighting hard for control. Finally, he lost the battle and stiffened as he went over the edge, groaning loudly. Laura watched his cock convulse several times in quick succession as he flooded Veronica's pussy.

It was over. Laura didn't move for a full minute. Then she lowered herself gingerly into a chair she saw in the booth. She did not want to get caught now.

Kevin withdrew and collapsed in a chair. Veronica was able to rouse herself a minute or two later. They began to dress.

"I can't go back to the party like this," she said, running her fingers through her hair. I'm going up to my room. Wait here for a few minutes. You'll have to go back.

She stood on her tiptoes to kiss him on the mouth.

"Thank you, Kevin. I've had that fantasy for years. It's nice to indulge a fantasy once in a while. You take care of yourself. Maybe we can have a repeat at the next reunion."

With that, she turned and quietly left the room. A minute later Kevin was dressed and gone, headed back to the party. Laura grabbed her shoes and slipped out quietly a few seconds later. When she saw Kevin reenter the reception hall, she darted quickly down the hallway and up the stairs to their room. A few minutes later she was in bed feigning sleep. Only then did she realize she had left her panties in the media booth. The cleaning crew was in for a surprise. She didn't care.

Kevin came in a short time later. She knew he paused to look at her. She could always tell. Then she heard water running in the bathroom.

Laura realized she was angry again. The excitement was over and the hard fact remained; her husband had just fucked another woman. It didn't matter that it aroused her. He had still betrayed a trust. Their relationship would be forever changed because of it. How the changes would manifest themselves she couldn't guess. Tomorrow she would decide how to deal with the whole mess.

Minutes later, Laura felt Kevin slip into bed beside her. She didn't move and he made no effort to touch her. Soon, they both fell into an exhausted sleep. ***




Revenge



When Kevin returned from the golf tournament shortly after six the next evening, Laura was not in the room. He suspected she was involved in one of the activities that had been organized to occupy the women while the men golfed. Kevin knew that a late-night informal buffet dinner was scheduled for around nine and Laura wanted to attend. Knowing she would need the bathroom once she returned, Kevin seized the opportunity and jumped into the shower. Thirty minutes later, showered, shaved and dressed in casual clothing for the evening, he settled into one of the heavy armchairs with a book to await Laura's arrival.

It wasn't a long wait. Before he had completed the second chapter, Laura's keycard in the lock announced her return. Laden with a half dozen packages, she swung into the foyer and kicked the door shut behind her with one foot. Flinging the purchases into the remaining chair, she collapsed backward onto the bed with a loud sigh.

"What a day!" she exclaimed as she kicked off her shoes. "I've been shopping for hours. I played hooky from the day's activities. They were all going to craft fairs or garage sales or something. Funny, everyone has gotten so....so domestic. Even Ginny Rolfe has become dull. She used to be a lot of fun. My time was better spent in shopping. Probably more expensive too, but wait 'till you see what I bought. How was the golf?"

Good. She doesn't suspect a thing, he thought. He hadn't been sure last night, but if she knew, she would hardly be this nonchalant. He had been suffering pangs of guilt and fear throughout the day. Guilt he could eventually deal with. The fear was something else. Losing Laura, particularly over some meaningless mid-life-panic romp in the hay, was another matter. That she would walk out of his life without a backward glance if she knew about Veronica, he had little doubt.

"Shitty, but thanks for asking," he replied. "Randy Arthur, Mike Nolan and C.J. were in the foursome with me. Mike and I got along OK in school but Randy and C.J. are the same assholes they were twenty years ago. Somebody on the reunion committee has a sadistic streak. One foursome had Cal Tucker and Bob Neely teamed together. They've hated each other all their lives. By the third hole they nearly came to blows over something or another."

"Joanne Brackett."

"What?"

"Joanne Brackett Tucker. Didn't you see the two of them at the reception last night? Bob was positively panting after her the minute they showed up. By ten o'clock, Joanne had downed a few too many and wandered outside for some air. Bob apparently followed her out. When Cal went looking for Joanne, he found her half passed out on a park bench with Bob groping around under her dress. If you'll recall, Joanne and Bob were an item for a while in school. Why Bob still has the hots for her I can't imagine, particularly with Veronica Henley on the loose."

"How do you know all this?" Kevin asked, cringing inwardly at Laura's casual mention of Veronica but now more convinced than ever that she remained ignorant of last night's activities. 

"Everyone within the Denver city limits could hear Cal and Bob going at it. I found Joanne bawling in the ladies room a few minutes later and ended up with the whole story. Where the hell were you anyway? I looked around for you and then gave up. I'm still pissed off at you for leaving me alone."

"Ollie Regal had some investment briefs he wanted me to look at. We got to drinking beer in his room and I lost track of time. Sorry."

"I thought maybe you were with Veronica," Laura said, grinning impishly. "I didn't see her around either."

"Not my type," Kevin said, swallowing hard.

"No, you're right about that. She's not. But I am. I think I'll take a bath. We have a lot of time to kill before the buffet. You read your book. When I come out, I'm going to show you something you'll never forget." With that she gathered up several of her packages and retreated to the bathroom.

It was beginning to look like his stupidity of the night before would remain undetected. Not only that, it now seemed as though he was about to get laid. Kevin had no idea what Laura had in mind but it was sure to be erotic and inventive. If she said she was going to show him something he'd never forget, Kevin knew he was in for a treat.

For twenty minutes he tried to rekindle some interest in his book without much success. Giving up, he set the book aside and tried to imagine what Laura might have in mind. A host of possibilities crossed his mind, all exciting, all variations on themes from the past, all quickly raising his level of arousal to a fever pitch with predictable results - an insistent erection straining at the fabric of his slacks.

Without warning, the bathroom door opened and Kevin looked up to see Laura leaning provocatively against the door frame, cradling an elbow in one hand while several pair of handcuffs dangled suggestively from the forefinger of the other. As she stood there, ankles crossed, handcuffs swinging gently from her fingertip, he stared at the gorgeous woman in front of him.

Her auburn hair had been teased into the wild mane she often employed for their sexual encounters. She was beautifully made up, the subtle shadings lending an exotic cast to her high cheekbone features. Delicate gold earrings dangled an inch or so below each ear. A butterfly pendant on a thin gold chain rested in deep cleavage. Her dress was of black silk. Thin spaghetti straps left her shoulders bare, the neckline revealing just enough of her magnificent breasts to make his pulse quicken. The hemline halted at mid-thigh. Long shapely legs rose majestically from three-inch open toed black heels. Thin straps crisscrossed her elegant ankles. Her beautifully tanned legs were bare. Panties were unlikely. 

Laura slowly crossed the room, swinging the cuffs and moving with erotic grace. She stopped in front of Kevin's chair.

"Turn your chair so that it faces the bottom of the bed and sit back down," she commanded.

He did as he was told, positioning the massive chair three or four feet from one corner of the bed near the foot, facing the headboard. He reclaimed his seat. Glancing around, Kevin saw that he was in a perfect position to watch whatever Laura was going to do. The mirrored closet doors were to his left and on the opposite side of the bed. From his vantage point in the chair, he would have a direct frontal view of Laura's activities on the bed plus the added advantage of her image in the mirror.

Kneeling before him, Laura quickly and securely fastened his wrists and ankles to the chair. Although he had some freedom of motion, the weight of the bulky chair would prevent any meaningful movement. Until released, he would be the helpless victim Laura intended.

Satisfied that he was truly immobilized, Laura closed the curtains and then moved about the room, dimming, repositioning and extinguishing lamps until the room was artistically bathed in muted light. Unlighted areas of the room were in deep shadow while others were dimly but clearly illuminated. It was obvious that she was preparing for some sort of performance. Kevin could hardly contain himself.

Apparently pleased with the effect she had created, Laura seated herself at the foot of the bed, facing him, and crossed one leg over the other. A flash of thigh above her tan line confirmed Kevin's speculation about panties and sent his heart racing and his cock throbbing in anticipation.

"Kevin, do you remember what I've always said I would do if I caught you screwing another woman?"

Aha! They had played variations of this game before; always when Kevin was restrained. He would answer her question and then she would describe, in exquisite detail, the punishment he would receive for his transgressions. 

"Sure," he responded, now certain of what the next hour or so would entail. "You'd hire someone to fuck you and make me watch."

At this point in the game she would usually position herself in the center of the bed and begin to describe her activities with a phantom lover. Several of the dildos and vibrators they owned would almost certainly be employed. Laura would cum several times before releasing Kevin so he could fuck her as the final act in her performance.

"I saw you with Veronica Henley last night," she said without warning, her voice deadly calm.

Kevin's gut froze and his heart began to hammer inside his chest as he struggled to keep his face expressionless. It was part of the fantasy. It had to be. Or she was just fishing, still disturbed about his disappearance last night.

"Yeah well, you know how those things go," he quipped, playing along or trying to call her bluff, not sure which.

"I'm serious, Kevin. I saw the whole thing. You and Veronica talking with your heads together. Then she glides out, looking about as inconspicuous as a whore in church, and you begin to glance around like a nervous schoolboy. You were trying to locate me no doubt, but I was behind a group of people in a corner where you couldn't easily see me. You looked guilty as hell. Your face was flushed and your ears were bright red."

Kevin was getting alarmed. What she was describing was accurate. So far. He had to find out what else she knew.

"Oh come on, Laura. I told you I went to Ollie's room. If I left shortly after Veronica it was only coincidence."

"Don't try to lie about it, Kevin. You looked so fucking guilty that I followed you out. You went to an empty conference room. There was a good hiding place in that conference room. I can't believe you didn't hear me. I was in the room with you, you deceitful jerk! Quite a performance on your part."

"Bullshit!" he bluffed, his heart pounding at coronary speed. That fucking media booth!

Suddenly, Laura cried out in a high falsetto, sending a white hot dagger of fear slicing through his body, "Oh yes! Yes! Fuck me from the back!"

She knew. Those were Veronica's exact words. Worse yet, he realized that he had heard Laura in the room but was too fogged by alcohol and lust to realize he and Ronnie were being watched. Instead, he had integrated the small noises into their own activities on the conference room table.

"Look, Laura...."

"No, I'll talk. You listen," she said with icy calm. "In a few minutes, a man named Alan will knock on the door. While you were golfing today, I hired him to come up to our room tonight. He is going to fuck me and you are going to watch. Just like I've been telling you for years."

"Laura ..."

"Hush. There's nothing you can do about it so just listen to me. I want to tell you all about it."

"I don't want to hear it!"

"You have no choice."

Kevin sat in stunned silence, knowing their lives had suddenly and irrevocably changed for the worse. Laura's voice was outwardly calm but her anger was seething just beneath the surface as she continued.

"I made up my mind early this morning but I had no idea how to make the arrangements. Picking up a guy in the hotel bar isn't my style. Too public and I couldn't be sure I wouldn't get some wacko. I paced around up here for an hour this morning and then it hit me. The hotel concierge. They're supposed to be discreet and resourceful. Once I hit on the solution, it took me another thirty minutes to get my courage up."

"After that, it was all ridiculously easy. The concierge never batted an eye when I told him I needed an escort for about seven this evening. All he wanted to know was whether I needed an escort for a public gathering or for something more private."

"When I told him it was privacy I needed, he led me to a seat in the lobby and said that I would be contacted by a representative of the escort service within fifteen minutes. I must have looked a little embarrassed because he took a moment to reassure me that my request was not at all unusual. Apparently, now that more women are scaling the corporate ladder, their behavior on business trips is beginning to mirror you men. Imagine that."

"Laura, listen to me.........," Kevin interjected, wanting to assure her that he wasn't like other men on business trips.

"I know, I know. You've never cheated on me before last night. But let me finish. As promised, about ten minutes later an absolutely stunning young woman took a seat next to me. She was carrying a thin black briefcase."

"I understand that you are in need of an escort. I've brought a portfolio of our employees. I'm told your needs are private. Will you be requiring a man or a woman?" she asked me.

"I was a little stunned. She said this in the most straightforward way. Very businesslike, but cordial and professional at the same time. When I told her I needed a male companion for an hour or so about seven this evening, she nodded and opened her briefcase. Removing a small loose leaf binder, she opened it to the first page. I could see another one just like it in her case, presumably the female portion of her service staff."

"These are our male escorts. I have placed small tabs on those who are available this evening. Before you make your choice, let me explain the terms. We charge a flat rate fee of five hundred dollars for two hours. Everything, whatever your preference, is included in that price. There are a few rules. One, you pay the full price in advance if our business is concluded satisfactorily this morning. Two, you determine his actions during the time he is with you. We want to meet your needs. He will arrive fully equipped for whatever you wish and a full range of other activities should you change your mind during the evening. The choices are up to you. If you have any special requirements or desires, it would be best to discuss them with me now so I can ensure your escort is properly prepared. Three, he will not consummate the sex act, and by that I mean he will not actually enter you, until you specifically direct him to do so. This rule is for his protection. Occasionally, we have a client who changes her mind after it's too late. By requiring that you instruct him to enter you, we can all avoid an embarrassing and perhaps legally complicated situation later on. Four, you may demand at any time that he stop and he will do so immediately. He will resume only at your direction. Finally, we guarantee at least one full hour of intercourse before ejaculation or until the theoretical two hour limit is reached. I say 'theoretical' because our escorts are practical men who do not punch time clocks. The two hours are a minimum. If premature ejaculation occurs, your money will be refunded. An unlikely event, I assure you. Now, if all that is acceptable to you, please take your time before making your selection. Once you choose, I'll handle the rest."

Laura paused briefly to catch her breath and then resumed her story. "I know I was beet red by the time she finished talking but she was kind enough to pretend not to notice. I really couldn't believe how matter-of-fact she was about everything. But somehow I felt at ease around her and soon began to leaf through the book. I chose Alan. When you see him, you'll know why. You wouldn't believe the descriptions, the photos and the statistics contained in that book. Everything a woman might like to know about a potential lover is in there. After making my choice, describing what I wanted and paying her in cash, she assured me I had made an excellent selection and then left the hotel."

Kevin couldn't process what he had just heard. Part of him wanted to believe that they were still engaged in fantasy. Another part of him understood that this game was deadly serious.

"Laura, don't do this. Please. Veronica doesn't mean a thing to me. It was just one of those stupid things. It won't ever happen again. I promise."

Laura looked at him steadily for a long moment and then went for the jugular. "Alan doesn't mean a thing to me. It will just be one of those stupid things. It won't happen again. I promise.....as long as you don't cheat on me ever again."

"Dammit, Laura!" he shouted. "At least you had a choice. No one made you watch."

Once again Laura studied him with a thoughtful expression on her face. After a minute or so, she replied.

"You're right. I did have a choice. I didn't have to watch but chose to do so. On the other hand, tough shit. You don't get a choice."

"Why don't you tell him you changed your mind when he arrives?" Kevin suggested in despair.

"Not a prayer. I'm going through with it. You can close your eyes or you can watch. It's up to you."

He swallowed hard, his throat dry, his pulse pounding in his ears. "I'll watch," he croaked.

"I thought you might."

A soft rap on the door seconds later snapped Kevin's head around. Laura got up to cross the room.

"Laura....," Kevin began once more.

Ignoring him, she stopped near the door.

"Who is it?" she called.

"Alan," a male voice replied.

With that, Laura swung open the door and stood aside, gesturing for a shadowy figure to enter the room. Kevin's nightmare had begun.

Laura closed the door, grasped him by the hand and led him into the center of the room. As they passed Kevin's chair, Laura waved a hand in his direction.

"Alan, this is my husband, Kevin. He's tied up this evening and will not be joining us. You may ignore him completely. He cannot interfere."

Alan looked Kevin over quickly, his eyes lingering for a moment on the handcuffs, and then dismissed him, shifting his gaze back to Laura. In his line of work there were probably few surprises left.

Kevin studied the man in anguish. He looked like a Chippendale dancer. He was casually dressed in loose but stylish clothing that failed to conceal his well-built, muscular body. He was a handsome man.

He was also instantly smitten by Laura's beauty. Hunger was immediately and plainly written on his face. Although sex was his business, it seemed unlikely that he was often hired to take care of the needs of someone as beautiful as she.

Laura was still holding his hand as they stood in the center of the room. He studied her for a moment longer and then placed his other hand on her waist.

"God, you're beautiful," he breathed.

"Thank you," she murmured softly, lowering her eyes.

"I believe the rules were explained to you. Do you understand them?" he asked, getting right down to business.

"They're simple enough," she said, looking up into his eyes.

With that, he gently drew her to him and kissed her softly.

Laura stiffened at his touch and recoiled slightly, sending a surge of hope coursing through her husband. Maybe she would not be able to go through with it. Kevin had heard the rules too. Unless she specifically instructed him to enter her, the damage would be limited to a little foreplay. Maybe that was her real intention, to give him a solid scare for an hour or so and then ask Alan to leave. Hope springs eternal, so Kevin began to relax a little.

It was probable that Alan often had to deal with client apprehension as an occupational hazard. He did not appear to be the least bit put off by her reluctance. Instead, he gently drew her close to him and began to slowly massage the small of her back. She remained stiff and unresponsive. At first.

Laura began to relax as he continued his touch, gently loosening the muscles of her back with one hand and stroking the back of her neck with the other. Soon she was leaning against him, her arms around his waist, her head resting on his chest.

After several more moments of slow, rhythmic massage, he tilted her chin upward and kissed her once again. Laura's reaction was entirely different this time. At first she did nothing at all, only permitting the kiss to continue. But within a few seconds she began to stir, and before Kevin fully understood that she was not going to withdraw this time, she slipped one arm about Alan's neck and began to return his kiss. She was tentative at first, but quickly responded to him with a passion that is uniquely her own. Kevin's heart began to pound and a sharp pang of miserable doubt sliced through his mind. Alan immediately sensed the change in Laura's response and pulled her tightly to him. As Kevin watched in growing apprehension, he dropped one hand and began to gently squeeze and caress her ass. She responded by pushing her pelvis into his and rotating her hips slightly against an invisible, but surely present, erection. His hand moved slowly down to the back of her thigh and then just as slowly underneath the hem of her short dress. He broke from the kiss when he realized she was not wearing panties.