0 comments/ 18168 views/ 0 favorites A First Date By: Pandora12 After weeks of endless torture, seeing him at work, the simple touches, the glances we gave each other I had found myself attracted to him and wanted to explore my feelings. I knew that I might get into trouble with him. It was the first time in a long time that a man made me feel like this. Made me feel like I was something that had so much to offer a man. I had begun to feel like I was only to be a mother to my children. He had asked me time and time again to go out with him. John called me and asked if I would like to go down the shore with him for dinner and a walk on the boardwalk. How could I reject him. I told him I would be ready and waiting. So when the night finally arrived, we went out to dinner and we sat across from one another. We looked at each other, I wanted to let him know how I felt. I didn't say the word yet, even know I wanted to say it. After dinner, we walked to the car and drove the rest of the way to Atlantic City. We spent hours walking and talking about what we wanted in life and the horrors of our past relationships. We ran into my friend Melody, she had met John before, so we all got along great when we went to a bar for a drink. All I wanted to do was be alone and not to share him with anyone but me that night. He asked me if I was ready to leave and I couldn't get out of the bar fast enough. Melody asked if I needed her to call me but I knew I wouldn't need her. We walked back to the car. He said "I have a special place I would like to take you." I responded, "Lets go." He wouldn't tell me where he was taking me but I knew it had to be good. No man keeps that quiet for that long of a drive. I somehow knew I was going to like where he was taking me. He says, "Lynne, now before I turn down this road, do you trust me?" I replied "yes, but why would you ask such a question? Where are you taking me?" He answers "There will be nothing for miles around and no one would hear or see us. No walking to the road if you needed help. We will be in the deep woods with no lights and complete darkness. So do you trust me?" Again, I answer "Yes, I am not scared at all, I trust you." As we drove down this one road in all actuality, it was a dirt path that a car really couldn't drive down but he did. All I could see was trees, bushes and the dark of the night. He stopped the car and we walked to a private beach where we could be totally alone. He got a blanket out of the trunk and laid it out of for us to sit on. He took out a bottle of wine. We only kissed twice before and I knew something was going to happen I just didn't know what. We sat very close caressing each others legs. He turned my face around so I would be able to look at him and he kissed me deep and passionately. I felt his tongue intertwined in mine. I moved my hand up his leg, I felt his cock rising from the intensity of our kissing. I rubbed his cock with my hand, feeling his mouth on my neck. I never told him that was my spot where I would fall to pieces. He laid me back on the blanket, where he lifted up my shirt. He was kissing and licking so softly, working on getting to my hard nipples. He nibbled and circled his tongue around them. Holy shit, I feel my body my fluids building up with excitement. He unzipped my pants, his finger feeling my trimmed hair, feeling my wetness on my panties as his finger started rubbing my clit. Oh my god, I am cumming and I want him to fuck me, but I really don't think I am ready for that yet. After hours of the passionate love making, he never wanted to fuck me, nor did he want me to suck his cock. I have never been so turned on in all my life. We had to stop. The pressure of taking it to the next level was one we didn't want to explore yet. He slowly walked me back to the car. he suddenly pushes me into the car and pulls down my pants. He turns me around and seats me. I feel his cheek on my inner thigh, his tongue and lips all over my pussy. He was tongue fucking my pussy and tasting my sweet juices as the flow with every lick become more and more. He then nibbled on my clit. He made me cum like I never had before. He stopped and stood up and left me wanting more. He just looked at me, my pussy exposed for him to fuck me. He just looked at me in amazement that I couldn't move my body. I was still shaking from the exploding orgasm I had, the first of many pleasures he would give me. . . To be continued. . . A First Date She smiled as he walked up the path to the front door. She could see him out her front window. The doorbell rang and she answered it trying not to look too eager. She was so happy to see him. It had taken them forever to get to this point. Months and months of conversation that led to this first date, this time alone to really get to know one another. His breath caught in his throat as she answered the door. So beautiful, so amazing. She wasn't what most men would find attractive. Overweight, very self-conscious, but he found her beyond attractive. She was one of the best friends he had and he desperately wanted to know more about her, to see her outside of their normal setting. He wanted to take her to bed and show her that society was so so wrong about what attractive was. She kissed him on the cheek and thanked him for the flowers. Roses in pink and yellow sat in a vase on the mantle. He hugged her and told her she smelled wonderful. She smiled and thanked him, glad that she had broken out the bottle of expensive perfume that evening. She grabbed her shawl and her purse and followed him out to his truck. The chatted in their usual fashion on the way to the restaurant. Both thinking of what could be that evening. The restaurant he had picked was on the water, something they both agreed was a preference. He had reserved a table out on the deck so that they could watch the water as they ate. She smiled and kissed his cheek when she saw where they were sitting. She remarked on his choice and he told her that it was a subject of their conversations and it seemed appropriate for this evening. They ate in the warm summer air, the breeze blowing the grass. No alcohol tonight so as to dull the senses. They talked and laughed and got to know each other beyond what was already there. They both felt that there would be more tonight than a kiss goodnight at her doorstep. She especially was anticipating what would happen after dessert. The check paid they left the restaurant, hand in hand. He drove them to the national park and they walked the nature trails. Hand and hand, smiling and standing close, watching the sunset over the river when they finally stopped at a clearing. It was then that she took initiative. She turned in his arms and kissed him fully. She savored the way his arms wrapped around her, holding her ever closer, pressing is arousal into her belly. He was surprised when she initiated the kiss. He wanted it to be special and slow, loving and gentle. He also knew her well enough to know that, though she had patience, the anticipation of something she wanted would eventually get the better of her until she took what she wanted. He didn't mind, he kissed her with passion and desire. Both evident in the bulge in his pants. She pulled back and smiled at him. Giggling at his expression of "Wow". She took his hand and they started back to the truck, knowing what was to come, both anticipating a night of loving. When they got to the truck, he made to open the door for her and instead pinned her against the door and thoroughly kissed her mouth. She wrapped her arms around him, moaning softly as he devoured her mouth. He broke the kiss and grinned, kissing the tip of her nose he let her into the truck. When they got back to her house, she turned the lights on low and led him to her bedroom. Standing beside her bed she folded herself into his arms, kissing him with pent up passion and need. Her hands roamed his back, tangled in his hair. He kissed her back with equal fervor, his hands working to undress her. She broke the kiss and slowly slid her dress off her shoulders, down her body, standing before him clad only in bra and panties. His breath caught, in his eyes she was a Madonna, the ethereal beauty of purity. He knew she wasn't but at this point this time she was his. His woman, standing before him in all her glory, unselfconscious, wanting and needing him. He gathered her up and layed her back on the bed, sliding her underclothes off. He slipped out of his own and stretched out beside her, tracing lazy patterns down her body with his fingers as he kissed her gently. She smiled and reached for him, touching him as he was touching her. Her breath caught as he bent and captured her nipple in his mouth. Sucking softly, his hand drifting lazy circles down her body until he reached the juncture of her legs. Lifting his head he smiled at her and stroked her clit before bending his head again to suckle at a nipple. Her body reacted instantly. She was already wet with desire but his touch sent a bolt of desire through her. She pulled his head in closer to her nipple, moaning in pleasure. Her hips gyrated in rhythm with his touch, trying to get him to touch her more. He kept teasing and it was driving her mad. He smiled to himself as he teased her to the peak of orgasm then backed of again. He could hear her moans and growls of pleasure and disappointment. He could feel her nails biting into him, desperate for the release that she wanted. He pulled his mouth from her nipples and bent to kiss her before positioning himself to taste her arousal. As he moved over her, she reached out to stroke the evidence of her desire for her. When his lips closed over her clit her body arched upwards and she cried out. It was all it took to extract that first release from her. Her body shook with pleasure. He ministered to her clit and lips, never stopping until she softly begged him. He withdrew his mouth from her and turned to kiss her. When he felt her release his heart soared. He knew that his passion for her was matched completely. When she begged him to stop he complied. He turned to kiss her and in the instant his tongue entered her mouth, he filled her to the core. Feeling her wrap around him, holding him inside of her moistness tight and hot. He moaned into her mouth and began to slide in and out of her. Slowly at first so as not to rush, until she begged again for him to allow her release and to cum along with her. She felt him slide inside and knew no other feeling. It felt right, a nice snug fit that fulfilled her every desire. He touched her everywhere inside and she was mad with the passion. His slow thrusts were driving her insane so she begged for their mutual release. He began pumping into her faster and harder at her urging, bringing her legs up over her shoulders. They both knew that it would not last long. As she started to gasp and cry out he let his head fall back and pumped his seed deep within her, feeling her clench in her own orgasm. She squeezed and milked every drop from him. When the pulsating subsided he fell on here, covering her body with his own kissing her neck. She sighed deeply, and felt the hot tears escape from the corners of her eyes. It had never been like that. The total release and the feeling of peace. She whispered these words in his ear and he looked at her, kissing the tears away. Telling her not to cry, he rolled off her and gathered her close, whispering words of love in her ear. He entreated her to rest, to fall asleep in his arms and feel safe. As she started to drift she smiled. She gave him one final look, one final smile and whispered "I love you" as she settled into his arms to rest with the angels, peaceful and happy at last. Holding her in his arms as she slept he too had never felt so peaceful. To have found such happiness in a friend was amazing. He too drifted off in the big bed, with a smile on his face. A First Date The lobby of Heavenly Massage Parlor was a cramped square room. Paintings of smiling girls in skimpy outfits riding clouds decorated the walls. There were two easy chairs, a desk, a small color TV, a radio, and a frayed silver sofa. Ashtrays sat on the desk and atop the TV. "Sabrina" (as Debbie had been christened the day before) sat on the sofa and opened up Delores Claiborne. She soon shut it and tried watching the VH1 video with the other masseuses. Debbie thought back to the previous morning when she had been interviewed and hired. The owner of Heavenly was a bone-thin bald man named Larry McNab. He had been adamant in saying there were certain rules that his "masseuses" had to follow and one was that they all wear a bodysuit. That was Debbie's first letdown: she thought a fat girl would look better in a skirt. Larry ("call me Larry," he admonished) supplied Debbie with a cast-off when she said she didn't own a bodysuit. She was pleased to find that it fit and took that as a good omen: it must mean other fat girls have worked here. The garment that now stretched over Debbie was a pale pink number decorated with tiny red hearts. But she worried that it only accented her blubber. SometimesButterball almost seemed like her real name. Debbie Wilcox tried to look at the positive side. She had large brown eyes and her black hair was thick, naturally wavy, and hung down to her hips. But her face was covered with pimples! Layers of Clearasil couldn't hide it. Maybe, she told herself, there was a bright side to that, too. She was always being asked to show ID to prove she was over eighteen. Men who go to . . . these places . . . like them young, Debbie had heard. So maybe the zits would be a help. She lit a Virginia Slim and eyed the three other women as nervously as if she were peeping into someone else's house. One was a strawberry-blond in her mid-twenties wearing a blue bodysuit and knee-high white boots. Another was a large-breasted Goth-style girl about Debbie's age with black hair, lipstick, fingernails, and bodysuit. There was also a dark-skinned pretty lady whom Debbie believed must be at least forty years whose bodysuit was an ugly shade of gray. The thought kept repeating in Debbie's head: these women are prostitutes. PROS-ti-tutes. Hookers. Whores. They . . . these three women . . . the women sitting here and now right by Debbie . . . have sex with man after man . . . with perfect strangers . . . for money. God, Debbie shuddered as she exhaled, how could she ever be one of them? Maybe she wouldn't even get the chance to find out, she thought glumly. She was sick at the thought of doing it with ugly old men. But she was also sick at the thought of not doing it and going home with no cash. Something was wrong with Debbie Wilcox; she just couldn't make a living. When she drove past the dirty, homeless people her stomach tied up in knots: I could be one of them. And soon! Debbie owed the city of Los Angeles $100 for running a red light. Her phone had been cut off. She hadn't paid the utility bill and they had sent the second cut-off notice. There was enough Spam to last a few days . . . and she had potato chips and beer. Also a moon pie . . . no, she remembered, she ate the last moon pie this morning. She couldn't ask Mom for more money because Mom and Dale (Mom's new husband) had paid for her last month's rent. One thing about being a whore -- however low it was, she'd been relieved when Larry didn't make her fill out a job application form. She hadn't had to lie again and say this was her first job because she'd been living with her parents or taking care of a sick brother or some bullshit. Which is what you have to say when all you've done since high school is get fired. Her last job had been in a 7-eleven as a cashier. She worked there for awhile, then got fired for being too slow. Before that she worked the cash register at a fast-food joint but then quit because . . . oh yeah . . . she'd gotten sick and the supervisor yelled at her the next day right in front of everyone so Debbie said the hell with it. Before that she'd worked cash register at another fast-food thing and got fired on her third day for being too slow. Before that she'd waited table at La Guerre and was fired for -- what else? She just couldn't speed up no matter how hard she tried. In this awful place, Debbie thought, she at least wouldn't have to hear hurry up, hurry up. If she got fired from Heavenly, she thought, it would be for a new reason. She had thought about prostitution while driving from place to place using up gas and filling out forms. Pros-ti-tu-tion--when people said the word, when Debbie herself said it, it was the way you say murderer. Not as bad, of course, but it meant evil and sick and abnormal. Bells jangled. The first customer! A young, slim, handsome Oriental with shoulder-length hair wearing a T-shirt and blue jeans. "Ladies!" one of the masseuses shouted and they gathered in a line in front of the man. The guy looked at each of the women. Debbie's stomach made a light lurch. She smiled and jutted her chest out thinking as hard as she could, please! He picked the strawberry-blonde. Debbie sat down, dejected as the pair went to the darkness of one of the massage rooms. Also puzzled. A young good-looking guy . . . why doesn't he have a girlfriend? The next customer looked more like what a prostitute's customer should look: a bespectacled balding pinhead in a business suit. Debbie grinned at him, hoping her urgency would somehow reach him. 'I'll do anything for you, honey! I'll take less money, I'll do more for you, just pick me, pick me!' she thought as hard as she could. He picked the older lady in gray. Debbie didn't seem to have any ESP at all. A few minutes later, he left and bells jangled again. "What?" Debbie asked. "He didn't take a massage," the lady replied. "Just looked at the prices and split." "Oh." Debbie tried to read but even Steven King couldn't get her mind off money. God, she thought, her driver's license wouldn't get suspended if she couldn't pay a ticket -- would it? She was so fat. That had to be it. But then again, she thought, perhaps the men could tell somehow that she wasn't a real prostitute. "Sabrina?" "Sabrina?" "Sabrina?" Someone touched Debbie's arm. "Yeah?" She looked up from her book. "You've got to remember that name," said the strawberry-blonde. Sabrina. Sabrina. Debbie's name was Sabrina. "What's yours?" Sabrina asked. She noticed that the woman's make-up wasn't particularly heavy but then a lot of hookers you see on the tube look like normal women. "Mine is Anna." "Is . . . uh . . . is that your real name?" Anna laughed. Sabrina felt her face warm. "Of course not. Nobody uses their real names here." Debbie – Sabrina -- looked down at her hands. "Anna" sounded so ordinary compared to "Sabrina" -- it wasn't that dumb of a question. "Is that a good book?" Anna asked pleasantly. "It probably will be," Sabrina replied. "It's Stephen King. I just started it." She looked at Anna with a weird feeling: this is a PROS-ti-tute. "I love to read but I can't read in this motherfucker," Anna confided. "So many interruptions and you're always waiting for a massage. I can't concentrate." "Yeah." Debbie never said M.F. -- that is too bad of a word. She didn't even say "fucker" that much. "Don't worry, Sabrina," Anna continued, "We all have our slow days. The good ones make up for it." "I've never done this kind of work before," Sabrina said, then wished she hadn't. "It has its ups and downs," the older lady interjected. "I'm Jackie. Don't look so worried. One asshole tips good and you go home fine. Sabrina, your fortune will walk in any minute now." She made an encouraging gesture with a dwindling cigarette. "Is there anything to eat here?" Sabrina asked, her stomach fiercely whining. "Oh, yeah," Jackie replied, "right back here, see." The masseuse went to a door at the back. It opened into a closet that housed a vending machine. Debbie/Sabrina dug change out of her purse and bought a moon pie. She had taken one bite out of it when the bells jangled. A short, middle-aged Mexican in a business suit. The women sprang up. "How does this thing work?" he asked. "You just pick a lady," the Goth-girl explained. "Whoever you pick will take you back into one of the rooms and show you the prices and explain our services. And you are under no obligation to stay." The man looked from one to the other. He rubbed his chin and shifted his weight from one foot to another. "Decisions, decisions," he said with a self-conscious smile. For an enormous minute he stared at Jackie. Suddenly he pointed at Sabrina. Thank God! As she led him back to one of the massage rooms she glanced at Jackie who winked. My fortune, Deb-Sabrina thought. The guy stared at the list of times and their prices. "What exactly do I get?" he asked "Sir, as it says on there, this is a nude, full-body massage. You are nude and I am nude." Sabrina congratulated herself on how well she'd memorized the little spiel. "I will massage your entire body and I will be very happy to give you a good massage." He looked at her with his eyebrows drawn together. An index finger touched his lips and mustache. You have to take it, Debbie thought. That damn traffic ticket, $100 and if I don't get it before this month is up-- "I suppose . . . anything extra would require a tip?" He's not going to take it. A wasted day. Debbie should be out looking for a regular job. Shaking his pink head solemnly, Larry had emphasized that ladies don't discuss tips at the door, that's a sure bust. "Uh, um, sir I-I-I would very much like to give you a massage. Now, sir, we sell massages, we don't sell anything else, except a better-than-usual massage. Tips are . . . appreciated and I would be very happy to discuss tips after you buy a massage, sir. My name is Sabrina." Debbie--Sabrina hoped her name would convey sexiness, a Scarlet Woman. "How much should the tip be?" "Uh-ummm, we can discuss tips further after you buy a massage, sir. It is against the rules to, uh, uh, discuss tips at the door but I would be very happy to tell you more after you buy . . . " Sabrina's voice trailed off when she realized that she was talking to the back of the man's jacket. "I'll have to get more money," he muttered, and the bells jangled again when he walked out of the parlor. Crushed. She blew it. As she picked up the jagged moon pie in its torn cellophane, she tried to figure out what she had done wrong. "Don't worry, Sabrina," the Goth-girl said, smiling sympathetically. "I'm Rowena. There's always walks. They just want a free peek." "Huh?" Debbie/Sabrina took a compact out of her purse to inspect her smile, then fingerpicked a stubbornly clinging bit of moon pie off a tooth before repairing her lipstick. "That motherfucker just came in here to take a look. He's probably going someplace to jack off right now." "Oh," Sabrina grunted in dismayed enlightenment. "Don't get discouraged, baby!" Anna said. "One asshole tips good and he's made your day!" "Anna, that guy I was just with, he started asking how much a tip should be but I wouldn't tell him," Sabrina said. "I think that's why he left. Larry told me never to discuss tips with the customer until after he takes a massage." "Oh, he's right," Anna said, as Rowena and Jackie nodded. "That'll land your ass in jail for sure." "But. . . what is a good tip?" Sabrina inquired. "The last asshole gave me $40," Rowena said, "and that's OK but it's not good. $50 is a good tip." "$100 is what a trick oughta pay," Jackie said. "Yeah," Anna agreed. "But whatever you do, Sabrina, don't take less that $30 for anything. $20 ain't worth breaking out a rubber for." Bells jingled. Masseuses stood up. Then Debbie lost her plastic smile and gaped at the customer, astonished. He was the most beautiful sonofabitch she'd ever seen! Slender and tall, he had wavy golden hair flowing to his shoulders, bright blue eyes, and sharp high cheekbones set in an oval face. He looked like Brad Pitt, only better. Debbie felt her cunt moisten. She wondered if it was against the rules to nap on the job: she thought she'd just have to find an excuse to go into one of the "massage" room and masturbate after this guy picked a lady. Being this horny would drive her crazy. "You're new here, aren't you?" he asked Deb-Sabrina. "Y-yes," Sabrina stammered. "Let's go," he said. Stunned, she walked to a massage room slowly on her high heels, extra-careful like a drunk. She started the spiel again: "I massage your body . . . um, uh, your full body . . . we are both nude and--" "I know, sweetheart," he said through that gorgeous mouth, a glint of amusement in his eyes. Of course, she realized. He has been here before. He handed her a twenty-dollar bill and a ten saying, "I'll take the half hour." Fifteen dollars, Debbie thought, closing the door behind her. So the day wasn't a complete waste. It was the same she would have made for selling her blood and she couldn't do that every day. Sabrina (she remembered her new name now) went to the desk and opened up the notepad that had spaces for the masseuses to write down the time they went in for the massage, the time they have to come out, how much money the house gets, and -- "Are we supposed to get the customer's name?" Sabrina asked. "His first name," Anna said. "It's not important, just make one up if you forget. But his name is Jeff." When Sabrina (that was her name here) got back to the massage room, she saw that Jeff's clothes were neatly folded on a chair. He was lying on the bed fully nude, with a hard-on, his hands behind his head. As she pulled her bodysuit down, she shuddered and the jeers of Butterball echoed cruelly through her brain. All this fat! "I think I'll be in here more often," Jeff said. "Huh? . . . Why?" "I like a woman with some meat on her bones. I've got a real thing for full-figured ladies." "Thank you," Sabrina responded. "Do you want to get massaged with, uh, baby oil or powder?" She tried unsuccessfully to ignore the warmth in her vagina and the sting of her hardened clit. "We don't have to bother with that shit," he said crisply. "What is your name, sweetheart?" "Sabrina." "What's your tip, Sabrina?" She was dizzy. This was the big moment."All tips are . . . uh . . . all tips are appreciated," she began. "The bigger the tip the more it is appreciated and, uh, the better the massage will be." "Would you appreciate $60, Sabrina?" Oh my God! she thought. The other women said $50 was a good tip. $50 a good tip for those slim women and he was offering her more than that! "Yes, yes, that would be a very nice tip. I would app--" Jeff took his right hand out from behind his head and gave her the bills he had in it. Sabrina counted them: three twenty dollar bills. "Oh, thank you. Thank you very much." She went to her purse and put the money in her wallet. She could pay half her traffic ticket now! "Thank you," she said again as she returned to Jeff, brimming over with gratitude. Sliding a Trojan down his cock, she thought: if only this fucker knew how much I love him! She didn't need the tube of K-Y jelly in her purse. As she wrapped her arms around Jeff and let him shove his cock inside, pressing her clit against him, she broke what she would later learn is a hooker's firmest and proudest rule. Sabrina kissed a customer. A First Date He had driven for the last couple of hours to get there, parked outside the train station he couldn't help but have a stomach full of butterflies. He had seen photos of her and shown her photos of him, explained that he didn't think he was that great looking but she had agreed to meet up with him anyway. They were both just getting out of long and difficult relationships and after spending hours chatting they had decided to meet up, have a drink, catch a film and just see how things went. He was dressed in his customary black, for years he had lived in the shadows, never wanting to really be noticed, never believing he should be noticed, yet now his confidence was slowly growing, but he still liked wearing black, it was easy to co-ordinate. Black jeans, a black soft touch shirt just comfortable but reasonably smart as he kept looking out the window waiting to spot her. As he stared he watched a gorgeous, blonde walk out, it took him a minute to realise it was her, the black jeans and dark top, difficult to tell the colour in this light but he knew it was dark green like she had told him. Curves that excited him, a face that made him smile she spotted the car and walked over, the butterflies went crazy... She opened the door and slid into the car, he turned to face her. "Hi, I'm Adam, just so you know you have the right car..." He smiled, trying to be funny whilst his heart was beating wildly. "Hi Adam," she leaned over and gave him a peck on the cheek, "I'm Vicky just so you know you picked up the right person..." He smile, turned the key and headed into town. He had driven round a couple of times earlier, found the cinema so he knew where it was, found the pubs nearest to it so was slightly more organised than usual. He pulled in beside a pub and walked inside with her. They sat in a booth towards the corner of the room. He sipped his drink, as she tasted hers. He wondered if she was as nervous as he was. Chatting to her about family, jobs, interests he found that they had yet even more things in common, he tried to avoid it but his eyes did keep wandering between chats, taking her in, enjoying the curves, the nicely rounded full breasts, her eyes that seem to sparkle when she laughed and the way her lips curled in a little smile at his sorry attempts at making her laugh. Looking at his watch he realised it was time to head off for the film. They finished their drinks and headed out to the car again, driving up to the cinema, he insisted on paying this time around as it was his treat for her. The took their seats and he made a joke about yawning and putting his arm around her but was surprised when she curled in to him. She smelt quite nice and it had been a while since he had felt like cuddling up to someone at the cinema. The lights dimmed and the music kicked in, more and more adverts. Finally the film, he sat watching contented feeling her pressed against his side, almost without thinking he lowered his head to her hair, and kissed he top of her head gently whilst she watched feeling her wriggle in a bit closer, one hand gentle stroking her whilst they watched the film. The film ended and slowly, reluctantly they uncurled from each other, stretching and smiling they wandered out of the cinema, chatting, they had slightly differing opinions on the best and worst bit and the bits that they missed out but over all they had both enjoyed it. Sliding into the car they made their way back to the pub and slid into the booth again, soft drink for him, another JD and coke for her. She slid slightly closer to him and he gently hugged her, not sure about how far he should go, not sure about how she felt... God he was rubbish at reading people. He slowly leaned into her and kissed her neck softly just below the ear, complimenting her on how beautiful she was, loving the little blush that came to her cheeks, she turned and her lips met his, kissing softly as he held her to him. The bell went and the bar was shutting up as he finished his drink and picked up her coat for her to slip into, heading back out to the car it was a warm night as he drove down the dark country lanes, teasing her a little bit about the incredibly hot photos she had sent him the other day. With a naughty flirting note in her voice she asked him if he wanted to see the real thing. To his credit he didn't crash the car instantly but his almost whispered affirmation was lost as she giggled and slowly slid her hands down to the hem of her top, sliding it up her body till she gently raised it over her full gorgeous breasts I was the black bra and god she looked 100% hotter in person than she had on the photo, and she had looked damned hot on the photo. He spotted a lay-by, covered with trees and pulled the car in out of sight, turning the lights off he turned to her, only lit but the moon and the stars in the dark night and slowly reached out a trembling hand to caress her firm, rounded breasts. Leaning over he kissed her softly as he slid his hand down over her ribs, cupping her tits gently as he kissed the side of her neck, his thumb rubbing gently over her nipples... He moved away from her, opened his door and walked round, he gently guided her so her legs were sticking out of the car, his fingers more confident now as he knelt on the ground in front of her, fingers undoing her jeans, she lifted her ass and let him slide them down. She looked slightly puzzled at what he was going to do but she seemed very willing. With her jeans around her ankles he lifted them over his shoulder so that the jeans were bunched behind his head. Leaning down he pulled her little G-string to one side and slowly began licking her pussy. Long slow strokes up and down, getting her wetter and wetter as he tasted her for the first time. Soon his tongue was pushing deeper, searching for that spot, the one that would make her moan out loud. He found it and licked her hard, over and over on the spot, licking, sucking, and listening to her soft moans as he brought her higher and higher till she came hard for him. He stood up carefully and gently lowering her legs back down and opened the back door. Had no idea if this would work, she pulled her pants up for the moment and moved round. He sat in the middle of the back seat and slowly unbuttoned his jeans; sliding them down past his knees with his boxers he revealed a hard throbbing cock. "I want you to try riding me hun." He smiled at her as she lowered her jeans showing of that gorgeous pussy. She crawled into the car with him, sliding one leg out of her jeans she slowly straddled him, the low height of the car meaning she slightly hunched over, her head on his shoulder as she slowly slid down onto his hard cock, feeling it stretch her tight underused little pussy. "Oh God..." His breath was a silent whisper as he felt her envelope his throbbing shaft. His silent prayers answered as she kissed the side of his neck, feeling the warmth of her around him, the wetness and tightness as she started to grind against him. His hands gripped her ass tightly briefly before sliding up under her top, stroking her back and shoulders gently over and over. His lips found hers and they kissed; hot, furious, passionate and full of need as she slid herself up and down, he could feel her body trembling as they moved together gently for what seemed like an age, suddenly he felt her stiffen, it had crept up and surprised her. Her eyes flicked open, her mouth a little 'O' of shock as her second climax washed through her, shuddering as she came and then collapsed against him. They sat together like that for a while, his shaft still hard with need inside her, her breathing slowly returning to normal. He gently moved for her to slide off him. He carefully slid out of the car and pulled her out after him, he stood there, hard cock and jean around his knees as she sat on the edge of the car seat and reached out. She gently took his sensitive cock in her hand and slowly started stroking it's length, pulling him closer till she leaned down and took him into her warm mouth. He felt her tongue run over the sensitive tip and gasped. Felt her sucking and licking up and down the length of his cock and knew he wouldn't last much longer. In a strangled voice he called her name and warned her, she only sucked harder. He gripped the doorframe of the car as he released, gasping his knees almost giving way at one of the most explosive orgasms he had ever had. His seed filled her mouth as she desperately swallowed, more and more till finally he was spent and she let him slide from her mouth as she sucked down air. He passed her the bottle of coke he had bought and she took a sip before reaching out to take his semi-hard cock in her hand again. With both hands she teased his shaft, caressing his balls and leaning down to tease his length, she worked on him for a while, noticing how he was swelling up again, his length growing, thickening till he was fully hard in her mouth again. Now she stood, her top pulled up to expose the bra clad breasts and turned, she bent over in the doorway of the car, her head down and arms resting on the seats as she turned to look over her shoulder at him, her eyes burning, her legs parted as he moved in behind her. He gripped her hips tightly and gently guided himself into her. Fingers digging in he slowly began to move inside her, picking up speed till pretty soon he was slamming his hard cock in and out of her tight pussy over and over. The warm night air around them, no sounds apart from the slapping of his thighs against the backs of hers. His shaft drilling into her over and over, a car came down the road and he ducked down for a minute before resuming fucking her tight pussy hard and fast... He grunts and gasps letting him know he was doing well. He could feel it building again, normally it took an hour before he came the second time but she was so damned hot, this was so naughty and she was so tight. He began to speed up again and just before he came her heard her crying out, she was cuming! He felt her clamp down around his cock, her cunt trying to milk his shaft for it's cum and he obliged. He thrust hard into her once more and exploded, his hips jerking backwards and forwards as he pumped streams of cum up inside her, spots dancing in from of his eyes as the climax took his breath away. He stayed there, buried inside her for what felt like an eternity in paradise. Then very gently he slid out of her. She turned to face him, a happy smile on her gorgeous face as she lent over and licked his cum covered shaft clean. He sighed and grabbed some tissues for her to clean up. They both got dressed and moved to sit back in the front seats again. He leant over and kissed her as she turned towards him, his tongue on hers. "Guess I had better get you home then..." He said with a bit of a sad smile. "Guess so..." "I hope I can come and meet you again or you want to come and meet me..." A little naughty smile playing around his lips." "I think it could be arranged." He turned the key and started the car, carefully driving her home he dropped her at the end of her street. Leaning over he kissed her gently. "I look forward to seeing you again Vicky... I have had an amazing night." She smiled, kissed him and promised she would come and visit him soon before sliding out of the car and walking into her house. He drove all the way home with the biggest smile on his face... A First Date Ch. 02 Chapter 2: The Real Beginning After that night we had, I didn't think it could get better, but I was totally wrong. We spent as much time with each other as we could, before or after work. If I wanted to see him, he would make it happen. It was hard to find time to see him, after all I was married with 3 children. We spent days and evening together. I would ask my friends to watch my kids for me, just to spend a few minutes with him. I would wait anxiously for him to call me when he was at work on his break. We would spend time together walking around parks and lakes. I thought I would never feel like this again. With all the time we spent together, John never pushed or pestered me for sex. I found myself wanting him more and more, but since I had not been with anyone but my husband for the last 14 years of my life, I was scared. Excited but scared. My sex life with my husband was like my life with him, boring and on his terms. He never kissed me, never fondled me, never cared about my pleasure. I was a cum deposit for him. We never made love, he fucked me for his release. As the days turned into weeks, it became a daily routine for me to masturbate, thinking of John. Once we even did it together over the phone to one another. After what seemed like a eternity, I could wait no longer. I had never cheated on my husband before but I needed a man's physical attention. John understood my hesitation. John knew how important this was to me. I wanted romance, candlelight, wine and roses. I loved the fact that John didn't rush me. The funny thing was he was under my skin that first night together and he could have had me then. The time finally came. I was so devilish, I even had my husband stay home with the kids. I didn't care I was going to make love to this man. We went to dinner. I was so nervous I could barely eat. After two glasses of wine, I was more than ready for love. John acted so innocently. Like he didn't have a care in the world. He drove to the boardwalk. All the while I wanted to make love, he was casual. He even had me call my girlfriend. I was beginning to think that we weren't going to make love. We met up with Melody and her boyfriend of the moment. She changed men like her underwear, sometimes she even changed the sex of her partners. Our twosome and developed into a foursome. We stood together on the roof of the parking garage and watched the laser light show from one of the casinos. With the naturalness of the evening, I began to relax. After the show, we went to a bar. We had a few drinks with them. After dismissing my friends, he held the door open for me to get in his car. His walk to his side seem endless. When you got in he handed me a single rose. I simply melted. I decided right then and there I was going to make love to him TONIGHT! As he drove towards home, we continued to talk. The subject of sex finally came up. I almost gave myself away. He acted like he didn't care if we stayed the night or not. I was starting to get frustrated. It was like my marriage all over again... I wanted to and he didn't. "Where are we going?" I asked anxiously. "Where would you like to go?" he teased me, slyly smiling. "Damn it, let's get a damn room anywhere! I don't care where I just want to wake up in your arms." He chuckled to himself as he pulled in the driveway of the hotel. He parked, went to his trunk and got his bag. Then he opened my door and smiled at me. "Your wish is my command, me lady. We are in room 234." "YOU SON OF A BITCH!!! You had this planned all along." "Who me?" It was 1:00 am. We went to bed and didn't sleep until 4. It was the first of many times making love then fucking and then making love with this man. It was incredible. Our time together that evening was so intense, that I slept soundly for the first time in years, in the arms of my lover. I was married to a man for 11 years, who didn't care about my needs nor our children's, his only concern was what he wanted. My husband decided that he was supposed to be the sun and that our family's world should revolve around him. After a short while, my husband found about John, but He didn't care. He said that he understood that I would never be satisfied with him. Then it happened, my husband, drunk, threaten to kill me. And he did it in front of two of my children. I have had enough of this shit. The only person I wanted to talk to was John, but he was at work. I didn't know how he was going to react to what my husband said and did. He called me as soon as he woke up. He was tired and didn't sound like himself. The longer we talked the more he insisted, "What is wrong with you?" I couldn't keep it from him. I poured my heart to him. I explained the full condition of my marriage. His drinking, his lack of affection, everything just came out. He listened and calm me down. He told me that I should do something, just not sure what. I asked him about a restraining order. He didn't know anything about it at all. I called my friends and learned what to do. When I talked to John, he promised to go with me after he got off work tomorrow morning. After spending most of the morning at city hall with me, John drove me to my car and went home to sleep. He had been up for roughly 24 hours straight. I went home and waited for the police to arrive. I found my husband sleeping in his normal drunken stupor from the night before. Finally the police arrived and served him, and he was forced to leave. But now I was able to spend time with John freely. In my own home, with my children, in my bed. No longer an affair but a budding relationship. We didn't have to duck and dodge and find places to see each other. We could finally have time to spend together without any worries. One time before my husband moved out, John had dinner with my children. They liked him but didn't know that I was already in love with him. They thought he was funny, goofy and good looking. My daughter even seemed to have a crush on him. I knew that he was a good man to have around my kids. I knew it was only a matter of time and my most important treasures would also grow to love him as well. After a few weeks with their father gone, John began to become a daddy to my kids. They loved their father but they adored John. He was becoming a good father and a real daddy to my children, something he wanted and took on without question or hesitation. It was breath-taking being with this man, who not only cared about me and my 3 children. I was falling madly in love and didn't know what was hitting me. I wanted to be with him in every which way was possible. I wanted to show John how much he meant to me. I told him the only thing I could give him was the one thing he didn't have, his own child. I loved him so much, that I told him I was going to have my tubes reversed and have a child with him, for him. A First Date to Forget Nicola Edwards had worked in her role as a Human Resource Assistant for five years. She was a twenty-seven year old single female. Nicola was five feet seven inches tall, had a slim figure with short-cropped bleached blonde hair. Peter Sullivan had recently started working for the company and had been attracted to Nicola since he first set eyes on her. He had pursued her from that day. Nicola was initially shy not wanting to take him up on his offer of a drink. As Nicola got to know Peter better she finally agreed to a dinner date. Peter booked a table at a quiet countryside restaurant. As they drove out on their dinner date they chatted as Peter tried to impress. The restaurant was very stylish and they were treated to an excellent meal. Unfortunately Peter and Nicola found they had little in common and as the evening wore on it became apparent that this first date would be their last. They left the restaurant just after ten. The summer night was warm and Nicola and Peter just wanted to get home and forget the evening. As they drove steam begun to spiral upward from Peter's car engine. He pulled in at the side of the road. He got out of the car and flipped open the bonnet. As the steam shot upward water from the car's radiator flooded out onto the road. He knew the problem couldn't be fixed that night. He told Nicola of the predicament. They were in the middle of nowhere and neither of them had a mobile phone. As time passed Nicola became annoyed that as a first date it had been a disaster and the incident with the car only made matters worse. Peter was also annoyed. He just wanted to get home and forget about Nicola. Suddenly a car approached. As it drove slowly by Nicola and Peter attempted to attract the attention of the driver. The car did not stop but turned around further up the road and came back. The driver wound down the window and asked if they were having trouble. Peter explained the situation. The driver of the car offered them a lift. They both agreed having no option and having not seen any other vehicle since the breakdown. Nicola and Peter got into the back of the car. The driver and his passenger were two men. The driver introduced himself as Daniel. Daniel was in his mid thirties, a tall and well-built man. The other guy, Warren was in his early thirties, tall and slim. As they drove Peter tried to make conversation explaining they had been on a first date. Neither Daniel or Warren seemed particularly interested. Peter and Nicola became alarmed as the guys pulled off the main road and down a track. Peter demanded to know what was going on as the car came to a halt. The guy in the passenger seat turned round, he was holding a knife. He ordered Peter to shut up. The driver of the car turned off the engine and ordered everyone to get out of the car. Despite the lateness of the hour the summer night was well lit as the full moon shone above. Peter and Nicola were ushered to the front of the car. "What do you want?" asked Peter. "Some fun" replied Warren. "Please leave us alone" pleaded Peter, his voice trembling. Warren looked at Peter and ordered him to strip. Peter stood looking dumbfounded. Warren asked if Peter had a hearing problem. Peter slowly unbuttoned and started to remove his shirt. "Put all your clothes on the bonnet," said Warren. Peter took his shirt off. He removed his shoes, socks and slowly removed his trousers. He placed each item on the bonnet. The two captors told Nicola she would get to see what her date was like naked. "Do you think he has a big cock?" Warren asked Nicola to which she didn't reply. Peter stood wearing only his briefs in front of the three. "Get them off!" ordered Daniel, gesturing to Peter. Peter slid of his underwear and placed the garment on the bonnet. He now stood naked in front of the three of them. Peter was five feet nine inches tall and of medium build. His body was reasonably hairy but he had trimmed pubic hair. His cock hung limply between his legs. The two captors made Peter move away from the car. Daniel and Warren stood either side of Nicola and Peter was made to stand about eight feet away. Daniel asked Nicola what she thought of her now naked date. Nicola again did not reply. "Play with yourself," demanded Warren. Peter took hold of his cock and pulled back his foreskin revealing his penis tip. Peter started to masturbate himself. Despite the embarrassment of the situation he felt his cock stiffen. As he continued wanking his cock became fully erect. Daniel told Peter to stop masturbating himself. Peter stood naked and helpleass his stiff, throbbing cock now standing at full attention. Peter's cock was about six to seven inches long. Warren asked Nicola what she thought of her date. She didn't say anything but Daniel said he thought she liked seeing him naked. Daniel took the knife as Warren went to the boot of the car. He returned with some lengths of rope. As Daniel held Nicola at knifepoint Warren tied Peter's hands behind his back. Daniel led Nicola over to Peter and forced her to kneel. "Suck him," demanded Daniel. Peter's cock bobbed just inches from Nicola's face. She looked up at Daniel who threatened her with the knife. "Please, please don't make me," begged Nicola. Daniel threatened Nicola with the knife before repeating his demand. With no choice Nicola tentatively sucked at Peter's cock. "Get it all in," ordered Warren. Nicola started to take more of Peter's cock into her mouth. Peter let out a little moan. He wasn't sure if he was supposed to be enjoying it but he was. Nicola certainly wasn't. He looked down and watched as she slid his stiff cock deeper into her mouth. "Lick his balls," demanded Daniel. Nicola held Peter's cock in her hand as she ran her tongue over his balls. "Get them in your mouth," said Daniel. Nicola sucked Peter's balls taking each one in her mouth. Peter was moaning a little louder. He kept telling himself he was not enjoying it. The sensations and thrill of Nicola sucking him proved he was enjoying it. Nicola was forced to continue sucking and masturbating Peter. Daniel and Warren watched as Nicola pushed back Peter's foreskin before pulling it forward. Kyle ordered Nicola to do it faster. Peter was moaning as Nicola masturbated him faster and faster. "I bet he wants to fuck her," said Warren. "Do you want to fuck her?" Daniel asked Peter. "Yes," Peter replied, not believing he had just said it. Daniel ordered Nicola to stop sucking Peter and stand up. Warren forced Peter to his knees. Daniel held the knife as Warren stood in front of Nicola. He unbuttoned and roughly pulled off her blouse. "Please. No. Please don't," whispered Nicola. Warren was already unfastening and taking of her skirt. He made her step out of it as it hit the floor. Nicola wore a skimpy white bra and a matching white thong. In the moonlight her skin looked pale. Warren noticed her erect nipples protruding through the thin materail of her bra. He quickly removed the garment. Warren said how great Nicola's breasts were, neither too big nor too small. He tweaked her stiffening nipples. She felt the warm summer breeze sweep across her body. Warren and Daniel commented on how nice Nicola's body was. "Lets see it all," said Daniel. Nicola attempted to plead and started to whimper but Warren was already kneeling in front of her and quickly slid down her white thong ordering her to step out of it. Warren stood up as he and Daniel ogled Nicola's naked body. Nicola had short stubbley pubic hair as she had shaved a few weeks previous and the hair was now growing back. "Not a natural blonde I see," said Daniel looking at Nicola's short dark pubic hairs. Daniel moved to stand close by Peter, still holding the knife. Warren stood in front of Nicola. She had her head bowed. Warren put his hand on her chin and forced her head upward. He forceably kissed her but she did not respond. Warren removed his shirt. His chest was smooth. He took off his shoes, socks and trousers. Warren wore very skimpy briefs. It was obvious his cock strained for release. He quickly took down his underwear his cock sprung free already fully erect. Warren's cock must have been about eight inches long. His foreskin had already rolled back and as he placed his hands on Nicola's shoulders his cock brushed against her stomach. Warren guided his hands to fondle Nicola's breasts. He tweaked and twisted her nipples making her cry out. He moved his hands to feel her. He slid his fingers through her short pubic hair. Nicola looked up at him trying to keep her composure. "Please don't. Please," begged Nicola looking directly at him. "I'm gonna fuck you," replied Warren coldly. Warren gently inserted one finger and then another into her pussy. He put an arm around her to pull her in close. As he slid his fingers into her pussy he licked and kissed her nipples. Nicola still pleaded as Warren probed her pussy with his fingers. He felt her juices trickle over his fingers. Warren ordered Nicola to lay down. Nicola sat on the ground. Warren moved and knelt besides her pushing her down so she was completely lying out on the ground. Warren ran her hands all over her naked body. He moved down and pushed her legs apart. Daniel and a kneeling Peter were watching. Daniel put the knife into the belt of his trousers and took of his jumper. He had strong shoulders and a toned upper body. He took the knife back in his hand. He removed his socks and shoes. Nicola tried to shut out what Warren was doing and her eyes gazed at Daniel as he unbuttoned and slid down his jeans. Daniel was not wearing any underwear and his cock sprung free. His cock stuck straight out, slightly quivering in the night air. Daniel's cock was probably about nine inches long. He was completely shaven and had no pubic hair. Daniel still with the knife in hand moved next to Nicola. Warren was pushing and rubbing his cock against Nicola's pussy lips. Nicola was pleading with Warren to stop. "No, no, no no," Nicola was whispering. Daniel leaned over Nicola. "Suck it!" he demanded. Daniel forced his cock into Nicola's mouth. Daniel tried to force more of his cock into her mouth and Nicola almost gagged on it. "She loves big cock," Daniel said. Warren was busy rubbing his cock at Nicola's exposed vulva. "Are you going to fuck her or what?" asked Daniel. Warren leaned over Nicola. She felt his throbbing cock tip push against her puffy pussy lips. She wanted to scream but with Danils's cock in her mouth she couldn't. Nicola tried to move her body but Warren was to strong and slid his cock inside her. He forced the whole of his throbbing length into her pussy. Tears welled in Nicola's eyes as Warren continued slamming in the full length of his cock. Warren had no consideration and thankfully, as Nicola thought, as quickly as he entered her and a few desperate thrashings later he withdrew his cock. Moaning with pleasure Warren had already started to ejaculate. As he withdrew his cock his thick cum spurted all over Nicola's breasts. He masturbated himself draining his remaining cum, splashing it over her chest and onto her breasts. Warren stood up and Daniel removed his cock from Nicola's mouth. "Rub it in," ordered Warren. Nicola was forced to use a hand to smear Warren's cum over her breasts. "Taste it!" Warren demanded. Nicola hesitantly licked her cum covered fingers. She swallowed his cum almost wretching at the taste. Daniel had moved down and now leaned over Nicola. "Oh my, no, please...." begged Nicola. He ran his hands up and down each of Nicola's legs. Daniel kissed Nicola all over. Nicola's body tensed as she felt his tongue push against her pussy lips. Nicola felt sore from Warren's roughness but Daniel was gentle and slid his tongue into her moist pussy. Daniel allowed his hands to feel her body as he licked at her wetness. Daniel teased and work Nicola's clit. His expert tongue worked to get her juices flowing. Daniel moved above Nicola. She could feel the strength of his fit body. Nicola gasped and screamed as Daniel slowly slid his full length into her. Daniel began to ride her shallow and then deeper. Daniel was stretching Nicola's pussy; she had never taken a cock so big. Daniel started to get into a gentle rhythm and fuck Nicola. Daniel was moaning above her and despite his strength he was gently fucking Nicola a complete opposite to Warren. Nicola was moaning loudly. She knew was building to a thrusting climax but this can't be she thought. Daniel was expertly fucking her and Nicola was crying out – with pleasure. She screamed as Daniel brought her to first orgasm and then a second. Daniel had lasted some time before he withdrew his cock. He was already spurting out his cum. It splashed onto her short pubic hair, her chest and her stomach. Daniel moved up and was still spurting cum as he reached her face. He forced his cock into her not so unwilling mouth. He gushed the rest of his cum load into her mouth. She swallowed and tasted, her body was in total shuddering ecstasy. Nicola lay on the ground coming down from the experience. Daniel and Warren both dressed. They then took an arm of Nicola making her stand up. They forced her to stand in front of Peter who still had his hands tied. Daniel forced Peter to stand up. Nicola's chest and breasts glistened with two spunk loads. "You don't deserve to fuck her," said Warren. "Lick that up," ordered Daniel. At knifepoint Peter was forced to lick up the remnants of Warren and Daniel's spunk. Daniel ensured Peter licked tasted and swallowed quite an amount. Peter felt physically sick but did not vomit. Warren pushed the clothes from the car. He and Daniel got into the vehicle, started the engine and reversed along the track before speeding off. Nicola and Peter looked at each. Both naked bodies clearly visible to one another the moonlight. A First Date to Remember: Revisited Maria and I had agreed to never mention the kidnapping again. I really liked her. I quickly determined that she could be "the one." She seemed to feel the same way. Sometimes, you just know it's right. After a few more dates, it seemed like we had known each other our whole lives. Then our worlds came crashing down. I received a video tape in the mail. When I played it, to my horror I saw the scene from the "dungeon." There I was, strapped to the wall with a cock ring forcing me toward an orgasm, while my Maria was masturbating in front of me. There I was, tormenting her breasts with the clamps and clothespins, and then flogging her chest while she begged me to stop. There was a letter with the tape. I read it, but couldn't believe what I was reading. I read it again. It ordered me and Maria to be at a certain remote location outside town at 1:00 A.M. the next morning. If we were not, the tape would be sent to my bosses at the firm and to the school administrators where Maria worked. "I'm sure everyone would like to know how you two spend your free time," said the letter. I was totally stunned, but managed to compose myself enough to call Maria. She had received the same tape and letter. Neither of us really knew what to do next. We considered calling the police, but decided that would probably cause other problems for us. We finally agreed that our best option was just to be at the rendezvous point as instructed. We basically knew what was going to happen, but we had made it through the last time and we could survive this, too. We arrived at the meeting place a few minutes before 1:00. As I stopped the car and turned off the ignition, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. Maria and I had not spoken during the entire drive, and the silence was deafening. Shortly, headlights were visible in the distance. As the vehicle approached, I recognized it as the shabby van of our abductors. Next to my car, the van screached to a halt and the two masked men jumped from the side door. They motioned us to get out of the car. For the first time on the trip, Maria spoke. "Whatever happens, remember I love you," she whispered. I kissed her gently on the cheek and we exited the car. Our captors quickly blindfolded and handcuffed us and hustled us into the van. Some time later, I heard the familiar sound of the garage door opening and then closing as the van entered. Just as before, we were pushed out of the van and into a residence. Just as before, the blindfolds and handcuffs were removed. The first thing I noticed was that our captors, although wearing masks, were laughing uncontrollably. As before, it was two men and a woman. The lead male gazed intently at Maria, and said "Well, you know what to do. Get to it." With a deep sigh, she turned to me and began to undress me. After she removed my underwear, the lead captor motioned to her to come over to him. As he roughly massaged her breasts, the female captor ordered me to turn around for them, slowly. After I did so, he pushed Maria back toward me. "Strip her," he barked. Without emotion, I did as I was told. It was almost like I wasn't really there. It felt like I was dreaming this. Both of us naked in front of them, they then instructed me to put my arm around her and fondle her breast and ordered her to grap my cock. The younger male promptly produced a camera and took our picture in that position. "This will go nicely in the scrapbook," he joked. They then motioned us into the adjoining room. We both knew what that meant. "I like to try new things. Don't you," said the lead captor. In the middle of the room was a wheel device with four straps. A heavy chain went from the wheel to the ceiling and down to a pulley device. They ordered me to tell Maria to get down on her hands and knees over the wheel. When she complied, they strapped her wrists and ankles and proceeded to raise the wheel until it was about five feet off the ground. They pushed me to another device in the room. It consisted of a chain hanging from the ceiling with two straps attached to it. The male captors raised my arms and put my wrists in the straps. With the straps on my wrists, I had to stand on the tips of my toes, barely touching the floor. The female captor then blindfolded me. "I'm going to play with you while they have some fun with the lady," she said. "And you don't need to see what they doing with her. Use your imagination." I then felt leather strips snapping across my groin. Oddly, it was painful and pleasureable at the same time. In spite of myself, I started to feel aroused. My female captor laughed and called out to the others, "Hey, look, he actually enjoys this." Blindfolded, I couldn't see what was happening to Maria, but I could hear her moaning and crying--and that was hard to take. Soon, I felt the familiar feel of the cock ring as my captor slid it onto me. Then came the familiar buzzing noise, and I knew what was happening. She snapped, "I control you--even your dick. I order you to cum-NOW." I had tried to fight it at first, but it was a losing battle. Just as before, I exploded. "That's a good boy," she teased. I then felt the straps on my wrists loosen. As they were released, I collapsed to the floor. I heard the heavy chain controlling the wheel device that bound Maria also being lowered. Maybe now they would let us go. As the captor removed my blindfold, I could see Maria was being released, also. I didn't know what had happened to her but she was quietly sobbing. "We have a parting gift for you," crowed the lead captor. They led me over to a sofa in the corner of the room. "Bend over it," the lead captor snapped. Through my perepheral vision, I could see the female captor approaching with a bottle attached to a long chord. I knew what it was. The captor handed the apparatus to Maria. "Clean him out," she commanded. Maria tried to be as gentle as she could in inserting the device, but the sudden rush of liquid into my bowels was unlike any sensation I have ever experienced. When the bottle was empty, Maria was handed another one. "Time for round two," the female captor shouted. Maria complied. When the second bottle had been emptied into me, they pushed me upright, but I couldn't stand up straight. The need to relieve myself was overwhelming. They pushed Maria in front of me and ordered her down on her knees. "Piss on her," the lead captor snapped. But there were lines that I would not cross, and this was one. I just stood there, hunched over, with my bowels feeling as if they could burst open. A few snaps of the whip across my groin still did not get me to comply. "Piss on her, or we put her back on the wheel," threatened the lead captor. At this, Maria started crying. Looking up at me, she pleaded, "just do as they say. Please don't let them put me back up there." With that, I gave in and allowed my liquids to spray all over her. We were then told to get dressed. As before, Maria was allowed to wear only her pants--not her top. We were blindfolded and led back to the van. The garage door went up and the van pulled out. After a short drive, the van stopped. "We'll be in touch with you soon about the next session," bragged the lead captor. We were then pushed out of the van as it drove away. "Next session," I thought. I can't take any more of this. We removed our blindfolds. I took off my shirt and gave it to Maria, just as the first time. I put my arm around her, and we started walking silently back into town.