5 comments/ 15695 views/ 0 favorites Dirty Secrets By: SweetSuzieQueen Her Dirty Secrets from Her Lover and The Naughty Chef It began as a usual Saturday in the big infamous oval track town, racing capital of the world, home of the black and white checkered flag, the Indianapolis 500. Deanne was extremely tired. She had talked to her friend with benefits, her lover, in NYC through the night. Slowly over a period of about four months, they had been getting to know one another as friends and lovers. It was safe to say they were both pretty much suffering withdrawal from a holiday trip she had recently come back from. Sleeping from around 6 am until noon, Deanne woke up hungry and had completely soaked herself from a most vivid erotic dream. She could feel her juices dripping out of her pussy, making her very aroused. Having talked through the night w/ her lover, she was longing for his touch, a touch that can't compare to any other she's ever had. Deanne was desperately aching to hold him, to kiss him, to look deep into his eyes as he rammed his luscious dark cock into her pink, wet pussy, riding her while she whispered, Fuck me baby, fuck me hard...waiting to hear those familiar words as he climaxed and whisperingly announced, "I'm gonna cum now". Have you ever longed for someone so bad your entire body has a flu-like ache? Dee was almost sure she was coming down with something... Maybe the pressures of the week, rumors of re-organizations within the company, which was forcing her to begin to work on her resume and probably meant a career move from her high profile job and demanding career in finance & investment banking were starting to take a toll on her. She closed her eyes wanting relief from her splitting headache and began to caress her body, imagining Sukumar's smile, hearing his laughter, feeling his smooth hands moving over her body. First her arms; hands sliding up and down and then back up to her shoulders, tracing her collar bone and then one finger trailing down her cleavage line as the finger opens and turns to a hand that slowly plays with her left breast. He reaches down with his mouth and begins to lick, suck and bite at her left nipple. His teeth click as he bites the tip of her nipple, but gets mostly the ring. He thrusts his mouth completely over the ring and nipple, pulling and sucking her hard. Deanne breathes a deep breath in. Yes, he is here with me....take me Sukumar and fuck me wildly and passionately like you do every time we are together. Their natural connection of heart, soul and mind had given them something that could not compare with another, making their relationship exceptionally real...hot and sensual, with raw, passionate animalistic instincts to the core. Getting interrupted by the phone, Deanne reluctantly came out of her fantasy, pulled her toy out of her pussy, licked the juices off her finger and answered the phone. It was Gangaram, another Indian friend that was a chef in town. Calling him Rami for short, Dee chatted with him and teasingly told him he was bothering her ability to have a moment regardless of whether or not he was on his afternoon break. Having told Rami a week earlier that things were changing between Sukumar and her, she and Rami had agreed upon maintaining a friendship with no more "accidental" sexual encounters like they had previously experienced. Having a very open and honest relationship with Sukumar, Deanne had discussed all of this with him in detail. She had told him that even though she knew they had not worked up to an exclusive, boyfriend/girlfriend relationship, she had feelings of betrayal from some "fun times" she had been going through and that she had made the decision she was much more comfortable being a one guy kind of gal, so she had began telling several of her friends that she happened to also screw occasionally that she would no longer be doing that. Sukumar and she talked about the fact that what she was saying and doing would be hard for guys to accept – that women can not have sex with men and then say no more and expect the men to still be their friends or refrain from having sex. Understanding his point, Dee was optimistic if they really wanted to be friends, they would respect her wishes. Perhaps this was unrealistic, but Dee wanted to honestly focus on Sukumar anyway, so she thought if the guys did not wish to continue being her friend, well, that was their loss, not hers. The conversation Dee had had with Rami in which she explained wanting to be friends had gone well and she was optimistic and secure knowing Rami valued her friendship as he had reassured her of that. On this phone call, Rami had asked Deanne to meet up after he closed the restaurant later that night to catch up because they had not seen each other for about 3 or 4 weeks. Dee couldn't help but think to herself this would be a good time to test the waters and see if Sukumar was right. And secretly, after the long talk she had with him, Dee was yearning for some male attention. Having a much needed peaceful day at home, getting off by herself 3 times, Deanne was relaxed, yet ready to go out and have some fun. She dressed in a pair of tight jeans, a black bra and a black long-sleeved t-shirt with flames on the sleeves and a semi-truck logo on the chest that read hard core trucker. She specifically wore this shirt because a trucker she had met in a chance encounter had bought it for her and it reminded her of him. She put on her charm necklace, which represented special memories of certain times in her life. One charm which was a Conch shell w/ the words Key West below it was from a wild trip to the Keys. Another charm that was a round blue topaz had been given to her by her family. 2 charms had been added from her recent NYC trip, which she felt connected her to her lover. She had picked a gold heart because the NYC trip represented a time that her heart began to be whole again...she allowed 2005 and all the troublesome times she had had slip away as she welcomed 2006 in the Big Apple at Times Square. The other charm, an emerald cut mystic topaz had simply caught her eye for its immense beauty of color. Being a visual, artistic person, Dee very much has a connection with colors...like the colors of her peaches and cream strawberry blonde skin tone against the tan, dark colors of Indian men...mmm... Deanne's mind was wandering again... as she sprayed her favorite Mark Jacobs perfume Sukumar had recently surprised her with and given her on her birthday. While spraying her perfume, she couldn't help but to think about how much she enjoyed the symbolism of keeping her charms and all their memories close to her heart and how sexy this extra long necklace was to her as it lay dangling in her cleavage line between her large, lucious breasts. Deanne loved to wear her perfume and every time she sprayed it on herself, it reminded her of Sukumar's sweet smile and touch. Letting her thoughts flow freely, she couldn't help but to have a smile light up her face. God did she love it when he surprised her, spoiled her like that. As she went upstairs to wait on Rami, Deanne called Sukumar to see how his day had gone and to tell him she was going out for drinks. As they were talking, Rami called in and she switched over to grab his call. He was pulling up to her house and wanted to let her know. She switched back over to Sukumar and continued to talk with him. As Rami opened the car door for her, she put her fingers to her lips and indicated SSH! and got into the car. Rami immediately gave her a hug and began to affectionately caress her leg and kiss her neck. She tried to stop him, thinking well, apparently Sukumar was right on this one. Rami's kisses were too sweet, too soft and she found herself extremely turned on by the fact that she was talking to her lover on the phone while someone else was ravishing her. She felt so naughty because she knew Sukumar couldn't tell...or so she thought. Perhaps he sensed it maybe? Or heard it in the tone in her voice? Was she caught? Did she want to be caught? Did she want him to find out about her dirty little secret? She continued to talk w/ him as Rami took his hands and rubbed her spot on the outside of her jeans. She opened her legs up to him and he continued to massage her, caressing her womanhood. She wanted to moan because it felt so good, but she knew she couldn't without Sukumar finding out. She threw her head back on the car seat and arched her back allowing Rami access to unbutton her jeans. Her juices were flowing as his fingers explored her depths, thrusting in and out feeling her urgency, her passion, her need to climax. Her heart rapidly pounding, she stopped Rami and helped him by pulling her jeans down and she turned and put one leg up on the dashboard and the other on the drivers seat. Knowing what she wanted, Rami coupled her ass, giving it a squeeze and then spreading her, he began to work on making her come with his mouth and tongue. Still chatting with Sukumar about banking information, Dee was so aroused by the fact that she had to stay in control, to keep this secret of Rami eating her out in the car while sitting right outside in front of her house. Knowing Rami was about to make her come, she told Sukumar she would go ahead and let him go. Dee didn't trust herself to be able to keep silent and hide her secret from Sukumar. She knew how close she was. She was going to blow it any second. Trying to say goodbye, Sukumar kept talking. Shit. She was getting so close. She felt a slow moan starting to rise in her throat. Swallowing hard, she forced it to silence. She was nervous. She didn't know how Sukumar would react if he found out. And she didn't want to hurt him. She couldn't help but think if he knew what kind of behavior she had had during her wild streak, he might be so disappointed that he might choose to walk away from their love affair. That was not a chance she was willing to risk because Deanne was smart enough to recognize the beauty of what they have. Any time she and Sukumar talked openly about her wild streak, he said he didn't care, but she kind of felt differently about it. She cared and didn't want either of them hurt. She had done it in hopes that it would help her not want to admit what they had. It had backfired and left her feeling so empty and shallow and wanting him more. That is why she had decided to stop her wild streak. It was leading her no where but down a path of self-destruction and misery. She felt that Sukumar was in love with her, but didn't want to admit it or know what to do about it. Neither of them had asked for their love affair to become what it was. It had just fucking happened...the magic. It was there. And of course, all of this went flashing through Deanne's mind just as she started to come, while still talking on the phone with Sukumar. She was so torn. In her head she thought it to be wrong...but she could not help herself. What surprised her more than anything was the fact that this was so out of character for her. Deanne had just gotten out of a 10 year monogamous situation where even the thought of cheating repulsed her and was not something she would ever do...yet here she was talking to her lover, to someone she cared deeply for, yet allowing a friend to fulfill her physical passions. Was it wrong? God damn if it didn't make her feel naughty, feel so bad...yet in a good kind of way. Would she tell him? She didn't know. Maybe one day. Who was she kidding? Of course she would...especially once he asked. That's the kind of friendship they possess. Open. Honest. Non-judgmental. In the meantime, Dee would keep her dirty secret from her lover until the time was right. She would then go on to tell him how totally drunk she got in the bar that night with Rami, how he sweetly cared for her, how they had such good conversation about everything...even down to her sharing the story about how she got her trucker t-shirt and how Rami thought it would be great to get her a "Naughty Chef" t-shirt. They laughed and giggled as Deanne's smart wit immediately came up with slogans for the potential t-shirt like...I DID IT WITH THE NAUGHTY CHEF...I'VE BEEN COOKED BY THE NAUGHTY CHEF...WELL DONE BY THE NAUGHTY CHEF...I GOT GLAZED BY THE NAUGHTY CHEF...and so on. Rami danced with her, twirling her to sweet, slow love songs, did red-headed slut shots with her, tequila shots with her and eventually took her home and made love to her 6 times throughout the night...in the same bed Sukumar had slept with her. She hoped it didn't cheapen the special memories they had built together. Her bed was the bed of so many firsts for both of them. Was it possible for Deanne to separate these two worlds of passion? One with such a strong emotional connection and the other simply a sweet time? She would try, first of all for the fact that they were so different. Secondly, she would have to face the fact that nothing would ever become of her fling with Rami. This was why she wanted to be his friend and to stop the sex. It almost felt like she was toying with him, leading him on and using him. In the meantime, guess what Deanne would do? Think about another dirty secret she had kept from her lover and the naughty chef. How erotic and pleasureful she thought it would be to have them both at the same time. Was it possible? Could they all enter that world and play in it and be okay with each other afterwards? It was a chance Deanne was willing to take. Perhaps if the time was right, a magical moment might present itself and she just might be able to throw that option out to her lovers... To Be Continued... Part II – Deanne Does The Lover and The Naughty Chef Dirty Secrets Dirty Secrets "Why, I just quit my job. I'm jobless. I'm unemployed. You're squeezing me to death," Adele said, trying to break free. "I'm not worried, and it's called a hug. Did I pop your precious space bubble?" Robynne's laughter filled the room. "Is it because I'm a penny pinching miser? Okay, you can let me go now," Adele said. "I will see you at home...maybe. CT wants me to stay at his place," Robynne said. "Are you two gonna make love faces tonight? Ewww. Nasty," Adele said. "It's a strong possibility. He crossed the three month finish line. The first prize is this booty." Robynne smacked her ass for emphasis. Adele grabbed a small box from the supply closet with the intention of storing her mouse pad, some well worn stress balls, photos of her parents and an impressive candy stash: a paltry accumulation of items summed up the five years she spent toiling at Corentini. She picked up her box, took one last look around and headed for the door. Dirty Secrets A light cloud cover made the night very dark. The street light five houses away provided little assistance. Shadows everywhere made her wince at the sudden realization someone could be watching her without her knowledge. The auburn hair stood up on her arms and the back of her neck but she didn't have a choice. She knew what she needed to do but once again she sat in the quiet car trying to think of any other way out. It was a daily and prevalent thought process but once again she came up empty. This was the only way and she knew it. She was still beautiful at 36 years of age. Her children had for a while affected pretty negative changes to her physically but hard work and persistence had finally paid off. Her body was lean and toned except for the curvy silhouette she would never escape even at 118 pounds. Her green eyes flashed as she checked her make-up and for a split-second admired her own cleavage in the lighted rear view mirror. With a final silent pep talk and a sigh she exited the car and walked across the street in shiny black four inch heels to a home she had never visited at 1:30 AM. With dread she knew before the night was over she would leave a small piece of herself there. It felt that way every time. The small light by the door flashed on as she approached. She never knew for sure whether they were set off by motion detectors or by someone anxiously awaiting her arrival. They almost never answered the door right away and she could always sense being eyed through the tiny peepholes, voyeurs taking a last look before they finally revealed themselves to her. She never knew what to expect when the door opened. Her only prior communication would have typically occurred either by email, text, or a furtive cell phone conversation. They would ask inane questions about her shoe size or how tall was she. Her womanly intuition was strong and she learned to rely on it to keep herself safe. Still she never knew what they would look like, short or tall, skinny or not, light or dark skinned unless there was a dialect that might possibly give something away in advance. The door never opened. The light stayed on but there was no greeting from an appreciative male looking forward to her company. She waited and knocked at the door several times. She sent a text to the reason she was there in the middle of the night. Then she called. Anger welled up inside her when all she reached was voicemail. She stifled her anger long enough to leave a sweet message expressing concern that perhaps something came up and she hoped everything was ok. By this time she was settled back in her car. Lights with motion detection usually go off after a few minutes. The light stayed on at the door and she felt with certainty there was someone inside. In that moment, strong feelings of being ignored and rejected, played with and discarded like a toy of no consequence washed over and consumed her. She didn't like being gone at night from her family but to waste time like this was just ridiculous and it made her angry. Her thoughts were yanked back abruptly to the moment as her cell phone rang loudly in the dark stillness. The ring represented another opportunity and maybe for tonight too so she answered it. On the other end she was asked if she was available to which she replied affirmatively. He provided an address and she promised to text him how long it would take to arrive there. Just like any salesperson making endless customer calls she was off to the next late night visit. The previous non-encounter was history and she wondered what she would be walking into next. The risk was extremely high but the financial reward was undeniable. Twenty minutes seemed an eternity but she was finally there. This neighborhood was well lit, more upscale with long driveways, big three and four car garages attached to two story homes with lots of windows. She was often amazed at the sheer quantity of men that did this regularly, especially the affluent. The door opened and she was greeted by an appreciative smile. "You are beautiful!" he gushed. "You are more beautiful than your photos. I can't believe it". She thanked him for his kind words and he invited her in offering her a drink. She asked for a bottle of water. She would not drink anything offered that was not sealed upon arrival. Making that mistake had happened only once before. She had a cocktail and wakened in the morning to a room full of strange men playing cards. They all grinned at her like they knew her well... too well. She didn't know them and couldn't remember a thing. The memory was ugly to her. This gentleman asked her to follow him and they went into the office at the back of the large home on the first floor. The home was well furnished with quality oversized furniture arranged perfectly in each room she viewed. Beautiful artwork was on the walls, and nicely framed photographs were everywhere of what was surely his family and friends. He offered her a black leather office chair in front of a large well-built mahogany desk. He sat himself next to her in the matching chair, intending of course to be as close to her as possible. For the first time since she arrived she was able to look at him closely as the light was a bit dim but much better than before. He was a nice looking man of perhaps his late fifties or early sixties with blue eyes and a full head of grey hair. In a second she realized it bothered her because she imagined this man was surely the kindly grandfather of an entire family and the devoted husband of someone special for many years. She would learn he was in fact the father of four grown and successful children as he began to share some information about himself with her. She asked him whether he had done this before and he replied, "Once about 10 years ago. My wife was alive then and I never did it again out of guilt. She has been gone for 4 years now. I get lonely for the touch of a woman but I can't imagine a real relationship with anyone else after 41 years with her. Not yet and maybe never", he said. He asked about her. "Why are you here? You are so pretty and normal looking. Not what I expected at all". She declined to share much, indicating only that she and her family needed the money. She was a good mom, a single mom and would do anything for her children to provide for them. She thought about the huge responsibility of keeping a roof over their head, food on the table and the personal commitment to be there when they came home from school each day. She cooked dinners for them every evening and knew their friends and their friend's mothers too. Those mothers would surely each cluck like hens if they knew what she did for income at night after her children were in bed she thought. As far as they knew her deceased husband had left a large estate from insurance to support them. Unfortunately that was not the case. She missed him so much, especially being held at night while she slept peacefully and never having to worry about money. She snapped back to his gaze upon her. He knew she was deep in thought but he didn't pry, instead asking her nicely to stand up and walk around the office. She moved and turned gracefully on the afore-mentioned heels and he admired aloud her shapely long legs and the way she carried herself. She asked him if he wanted to see more and he said "oh yes". He was getting obviously excited at the sight of her this way. His anticipation was palpable and she felt it fill the room. She indicated he would need to disrobe completely first. She knew the rules all too well. Law enforcement would certainly try to trap her but she knew they would not implicate their own guilt to make an arrest. It was unlikely this man was any danger to her in that respect but she had to laugh to herself at the site of him in his boxers and t-shirt thinking he might wear exactly that under a judge's black robe. When he had stripped completely naked and sat back down on his cool leather chair she unbuttoned her sheer blouse exposing herself slowly and then dropped it to the floor. He was thrilled with the swell of her breasts and asked to see more. She turned away from him, unzipped and lowered her black pencil skirt to reveal a matching set of very expensive black bra and panties each with some sheer lace exposing all but her most private places. He gasped and quickly asked her to come back and sit next to him and she complied. He placed a hand tentatively on her knee and she parted her legs slightly, leaning forward almost imperceptibly to him. He took the invitation and moved closer placing a hand on each of her thighs just above the knee. She touched his face first with one hand then with both and he leaned forward placing his arms around her, pulling her to him and placing his face on her full chest. She could hear the excitement in his voice when he asked her to move to the bedroom upstairs. She followed his instructions from behind and wound slowly through the home half-dressed to a beautiful staircase. She could feel his eyes upon her so she rotated her hips slightly with each deliberate step. By the time they reached the bedroom he was in full glory and impatient to have her. She sat on the bed in front of him and removed what little clothing she had on but left the black heels in place. For some reason she knew he would like that. He stood before her with hands resting lightly on her shoulders, while she quickly opened the wrapper and placed a condom on his member. He laughed and asked her where that came from. "I can hide one in each cup of my bra", she laughed. It was a trick that worked every time. He was now not only excited but also relaxed enough to join her on the massive bed which he did. She held him and let him feel her naked body pressed to his. His hands softly roamed her most private parts and it was evident he was enjoying their encounter. She rolled on top and intended to become one with him but the erection was suddenly gone. Maybe she had moved too quickly and startled him, she thought. He was clearly embarrassed and she felt badly for him. He tried to explain but she encouraged him to relax lowering her hair slowly into his lap and taking him softly into her mouth. She worked on him for a few minutes and there it was again. She triumphantly mounted him and it wasn't long before he had released the pent up desire that had motivated this first of many calls to her. When he was done she excused herself and asked to use the restroom. When she returned there were four crisp new $100 bills on the nightstand and he was gone. She remembered her clothing downstairs in the office so she put her panties and bra back on and headed down the stairs. She found him sitting behind his desk this time. He was wearing boxers, no shirt and a huge grin on his face. He watched her get dressed silently and when she was finished he asked her whether his donation was appropriate. She indicated yes and thanked him while he walked her to the door. Back in her car she was relieved because he had been a nice man and treated her well. She had also made $400 in less than an hour which was her daily goal. She was done for the night and headed home to grab a little sleep and start this new day all over again. Dirty Secrets in the Rain "I've chased you for over a year you slut and now I'm going to have you. Don't deny that you want it. We both know that you crave my stinking cock to be inside you." Roughly the fat, dirty man pulled her hair downward tipping her head back so that her chin came even with his lips. His breath smelled like something long dead and decomposing. The rope around her wrists pulled tight and caused pain to shoot from her arm sockets to her fingers. Yet she didn't move, she was afraid to move. "You know you'd like to kiss me and cum for me, he remarked. His lips just touched the edge of hers, "don't you?" he asked again, "Why resist?" Her eyes opened wide, yet she didn't move. She reminded him of a little mouse on a chain. He enjoyed watching her twist endlessly at the end of his ropes. Her nude blonde body was sexy. The more she suffered the harder he always became when he came to visit her. It was better when she begged him. He intended her to beg tonight. Lightening flashed over head and the wind began to stir the leaves around them. She stood on a dirt surface. The grass had long since vanished because of the time she'd spent suspended from the weeping willow above. "You know it's going to rain soon," he promised, taking a portion of her skin between his fingers he began to pinch. He didn't release until he knew it was aching. "Makes you want me to fuck you doesn't it little one?" he asked. He winked at her and moved away. She didn't move. Her eyes always reflected her fear. This time he saw something else too. Something he wasn't sure he was reading correctly. Could it be lust? He pulled her closer encircling her waist with one arm so that it became easier for his greedy hands and filthy fingers to assault her breasts. With his bad breath gone she found that she was able to breathe again. She was happy about that. "Look at those nipples grow!" he said, as his grimy fingers passed over each one and then pinched them into life. His fingers traveled lower until they met the rim of her pussy. She trembled, he eased his fingers inside. Her eyes widen. This can't be happening she reasoned and tried to pull away. Gently his fingers moved inside her, caressing teasing promising more then he planned to deliver. "Don't tell me you don't like that, bitch," he whispered in her ear. Suddenly she felt his hand collide with her backside. The force of the blow caused her to gasp. After that it began to ache. "Look at the size of your nipples." He laughed again. "You can't tell me you're not turned on." Slowly he withdrew his fingers from her pussy and passed them under her nose. "Smell yourself bitch," he said. She jerked backward, staggering as she went. He came forward and pulled her back into his arms resting his chin against his. One at a time he began licking his fingers. "Finger lickin'good!" he remarked and laughed. The sky danced with lightening and rain began to fall in a drizzle. The sensation was cool. She relaxed. Suddenly the arms holding her tight and up right let go. She staggers. Her feet and legs feel like two dead poles which she has little to no control over. The ropes tied around her wrists pull tight, because she feels so displaced and out of order. The branch above her head held tight. He smiled as he watched her try to find a comfortable way to stand. If she flattened her feet he knew her arms would be pulled. After a while that'd hurt like hell. If she gave them relief by standing on the tip of her toes then her feet, ankles and legs would scream out in pain. No matter what she did it was torture. Her only choice of relief was fucking him. He'd make her beg him to do it. You are going to have to ask me to make you cum you know," the fat man said, "You want to cum again don't you?" She looked upward at him and moaned in pain. Her face showed her torment, still she refused to speak. He laughed and his huge body jiggled. The droplets of rain only made the smell of his unwashed skin worse. The droplets of rain increased in size. The dry dirt under her feet began to dampen and patches of mud began to form. Slowly he circled her body. Almost like the ring leader in a circus. His wet shirt wrinkled, smelly and stained stuck to his body like glue. He slowly unbuttoned it and dropped it by the shed. Her arms ached from the ropes. They were beginning to feel numb. Her legs begged to sit down, but if she did sit her arms would fall off she was sure. Her toes felt so stuff and numb that she wasn't sure she could move them anymore. As he circles her body he continues to discard clothing. His belt is the next item to go. He doubles it between his hands and cracks it loudly. She shivers. He just smiles and caresses her moaning body with dirty fingers. The belt is a promise of future events. He discards it between two branches of the tree for later use. Her eyes travel to the old shed. It's the only place she finds any comfort. Like clockwork he chains her to it. He allows her to bath and relax for 48 hours then he ties her back up again and the same torment is enforced. He watches her eying the shed. He looks forward to the events that will transpire in that building before the sun rises. She has everything that he admires in a woman. She is tall, trim and beautiful. Her long, long hair is her best feature he admits. His eyes follow her reddish hair as it swings around in circles along her body in waves of curls. It is thick and knotted from his rough handling; the dampness from the rain only makes her more desirable he reasons. Her eyes move away from the shed and back to him, almost begging him to end it. "Why doesn't he just get it over with?" She wonders. She shifts position allowing her feet to lay flat on the ground for relief only briefly. Then she quickly changes positions. He knows her body is crying out in pain. "It's almost time isn't it lovely," he remarks. Watching her only makes him harder. He as waited all day for this relief. She will be his in moments. The joy of her pain only gives him more pleasure. All she has to do is ask… "Please," she whispers finally, "please." "Please what?" he asks taking great pleasure in her suffering. "What is it that you want?" She doesn't answer, yet her body seems to quiver the up and down movement has come to an end. She can take no more. "Tell me you want to be my little slut," he commands. He gathers up a handful of her hair and pulls it. "TELL ME!" "I'll do anything," she finally whispers, her body is racked with so much pain the waves of it show on her face, "you say if you just let me stand… normally," she promised, "no pain." He looked into her begging green eyes and realized that this remark was true. It was time for his pleasure. "Anything?" he questioned his smile broadened and broke into laughter. "Anything," she moaned. Her feet and arms were on fire from his torture. Anything had to be better then to be in this position in the rain. "Please," she begged. "What did I tell you to say?" he asked, extending the torment as long as he could. "I want to be your little slut," she whimpered. Her eyes were downcast and her long red hair hugged her body like strings coated with glue. She closed her eyes and shivered, waiting to see what would happen next. "Please make the pain end," she begged him. Without warning the ropes, holding her arms above her head, were released and her arms fell like lead balloons. She stumbled and had to fight to ream on her feet. He looked at her tiny black and blue wrists and felt himself grow. They looked ugly, but had yet bled. The thought of her screams added to his excitement. It was about time, he assured himself, for his pleasure. The moment he'd been waiting for had finally arrived. Gently, he stroked the side of her face with his dirty fingers. The smell of rain thickened the air and fog began to roll in around them. She looked like a drunken sailor, he decided, as she stumbled around trying not to fall. He waited for her to fall. He knew what would happen if she did fall. The excitement was almost too much to bear. "Fall," he called out to her softly, "and your arms will hurt so much you'll wish they had been pulled out of socket. Stand and your feet will despise you, but you will be whole. The choice is yours." Waves of dizziness over took her, but the coldness of the rain and the sound of thunder kept her struggling to stand. The rain's speed increased and chill bumps began covering her body. In some places she no longer had any feeling. In other places pain was her only friend. The one thing she could center on was the pain. It kept her eyes open and her mind working. She looked at him again and realized that she was done for. He wasn't a very tall man and he was large. Jumbo, the elephant, looked small next to him. His body wasn't attractive. Unless rolls and rolls of fat excited you. His penis was large and thick. It had to be the best part of his personality and body, but it was lost between so many layers of fat that for the most part it was unseen. His hair was a dirty brown and he carried an odor about him that the walking dead would admire. She was sure even the wind didn't want to pass in his direction, but it didn't have any choice. He was a drinker. His breath smelled like cheap liquor several days past the expiration date. His teeth looked like too many cheap cigars, purchased from a lowlife bar, had been held between his lips. They were rotten and brown. Why had she ever gone into that bar? Why she wondered. Two months ago, when her luck had been down, she'd gone in to drink and forget. She'd forgotten alright. She couldn't even remember her own name. Now all she wanted to remember was why she'd been so stupid. He watched her facial expression and laughed. They all forgot something, most of the time it was themselves. She stumbled around, unsure which would be best falling or standing. She acted half drunk, yet he knew she was sober. The image of a drunken sailor passed across his mind once again. Lightening flashed and thunder screamed overhead. Raindrops peppered around them like popcorn in a machine at the theater. She struggled to remain standing. It won't be long before I invade every part of your body." He promised her. "I'm hot for you now and soon you'll know it." "Please," she whispered. Her eyes begged for relief. Suddenly she gagged. "Throw up little girl and I'll make you lay in it while I fuck you." he promised his voice was laced with laughter and lust. "Fall and I'll fuck you where you stand. I'll feel like your arms are out of socket. The choice is yours." She tried to swallow, but gagged instead. Chunks of food forced their way out the sides of her mouth, but she licked them back in and swallowed them. Droplets of rain ran down her body in streams. She looked like a pheasant under glass to him, ready to be eaten. "Now you tremble?" He said. "Do you tremble out of excitement, coldness or fear?" She looked exhausted. Not much fight was left in her. For days now he'd been stroking her body with his fingers. Pinching her nipples and spanking her ass. One time he was sure she'd been close to cuming, at the last moment he'd stopped. He feed her only twice a day to keep her spirits up, but her strength low. Water was only available if licked as a kitten drinks from his dirty hands. Now he was going to get to fuck her in every hole and she couldn't fight him, she was too weak. He licked his lips and winked at her. He loved it when they were worn down. They were so easy to control then. "It's time he announced and walked towards her. "No," she pleaded, "No! Please!" Her eyes opened wider and she tried to back away. He stepped closer, "You know you can't resist me." Shackled as you are, you have no choice." The fog slipped in around them concealing them in this area like pigs in a mud puddle. The world around them disappeared. The lightening overhead was visible only by the boom of thunder which shock the ground. The rain kept her alive. He approached her wearing nothing but a smile on his chubby face. She tried to twist away. What's wrong sweetheart?" he asked, "you know its time." She tried to run but her feet were too numb to move. He easily grabbed her ass and smacked it with the flat of his hand, hard. The sting sent pain throughout her body and sounded louder then the thunder from above. She bit her lip to keep from screaming. He laughed, as she fall face first towards the ground mud coated the entire front of her body. Yet, she made not a sound. "Doesn't work, does it?" he commented as he helped her up. "Ropes are not the nicest of friends. What say you and me have our fun now, before the rain makes us both sick?" He moved his finger down her chest and watched as her skin appeared beneath it. Mud seemed to become her. She shivered. Long strands of mud covered red hair swag around her body colliding with his rolls of fat. He didn't mind. With greedy fingers he brushed the mud from her nipples and pinched them. "Let's fuck," he said and moved his right hand down her belly towards her pussy. She made no reply. He pinched her left nipple harder. She whimpered. "Beg me," he instructed, "beg me to stop." "I…" she started to say and stopped as his fingers began to circle the outer rim of her pussy, but did not venture inside. "Wanna fuck me princess?" he asked again. A tingling sensation seemed to bloom between her legs, and terror floated in her mind. The pain seemed to mix with the pleasure. She was excited. He twisted her around in his chubby arms so that he could lick her nipples. They felt cold, wet and ready to be eaten. The fact that they were totally smeared with mud didn't stop him. He pulled one into his mouth while he pinched the other. The sensation of his fingers in and around her pussy only seemed to give her pleasure. She trembled. "How could this be?" she wondered. "How could she be enjoying this?" The rain peppering her body changed shape. Small rocks of hail peppered her body. The sensation felt like pins. "Beg me," he commanded. She had to be sick. God, he repulsed her! Yet, her body called out to him. This can't be happening she reasoned with herself. "It hurts!" she moaned, "The rain hurts!" His cock grew harder. This one was exciting. The way she resisted was exciting. "Feel my cock, slut," he whispered, over her shoulder as he pulled her into his lap. "Feel it between the cheeks of your ass. Soon you're going to feel it inside your ass. Soon I'm going to be fucking you hard up the ass. I'm going to ride you like a horse," he promised. "Please," she whispered, "I'll…" He reached between her ass cheeks and shoved his finger into her hole. "Damn, its hot inside there," he mumbled, and withdrew his pooped covered finger. "Eat up, Lover!" he said as he wiped it across her face, "Tastes good!" She twisted her face away from his finger. But he didn't care. With the same determination he pushed her onto her belly and sat on top of her. Streams of mud fell off his legs and dropped onto her behind as he saddled up. Her face splashed into the mud the hail turned back to rain. Without care he pushed his thick cock into her mud soaked ass. The ride was good, she was tight! "OH!" She screamed as she felt his cock sink deeply inside her. She screamed in pain. He was too large! "Giddy up, sweetheart!" he shouted as his cock sank deeply inside her and pulled out. She fell into the mud, her arms stretched above her head. She was unable to support herself. The pain was overpowering. With each thrust he pulled her ass towards his body. She was so tiny and tight his cock thickened each time he pushed inside. The mud on her body was slippery and he had to hold tightly to her hips to keep a hold of her. Each time he pulled her upwards he could see her nipples dripping with mud, they looked thick and hard, so she had to be enjoying the fuck he reasoned, but he really didn't care. The storm was letting up, the lightening flashed less often and the thunder didn't sound so violent. The rain began to slow down, but the fog remained heavily around them creating the feeling that they were stage, the central attraction. He liked that. He always enjoyed being the center of attention. "You quiver," he remarked and stopped fucking her ass. "I can't allow you to cum. It's not time for you to cum." He slapped her ass with the flat of his hand and shoved her into the mud. She splashed down in the mud on her belly, not even attempting to keep from falling. Her arms were too weak to support her and her legs couldn't hold her up either. The best thing to do was lay flat and hope not to get hurt. He staggered to his feet and came around to stand in front of her. His layers of fat dripped with mud, but his smell had been dissipated. He reached between the rolls of fat around his belly and pulled out his cock. "Suck it!" he commanded, "Make me cum!" She blinked, it was huge! "I…" she started to say, but he bent down to his knees and brushed her face with his member. "Suck it, bitch!" he commanded, "roll over on your back and take it all in." He reached downward and twisted her shoulders forcing her to flip over. Now her body looked like one long, hour glass shaped, mud encased mummy. Her face was the only part of her body not covered in mud. The raindrops from above began to slowly wash the mud away from her body revealing her tanned skin beneath. Dirty Secrets of a Bored Housewife Cynthia Mays stared out her back window into her yard, the sun, shining bright, and the breeze gently rustling through the trees looked more inviting than the pile of dirty dishes waiting patiently to be loaded into the dishwasher. Biting her lower lip, Cynthia's striking, emerald green eyes darted from the sloppy, wet work area to her beautifully manicured backyard and back again. "I better attend to my housewife duties." She sighed looking around her kitchen. Cynthia was becoming rather slack with her daily cleaning ritual, but then again could anyone blame her for wanting a change in scenery. At forty-four, this fiery red-headed housewife still had an insatiable sexual appetite. Her kids, at nineteen and twenty-one and twenty-three, could take care of themselves and her husband's new position had him traveling most of the time. She couldn't complain though, his salary paid for the beautiful home nestled in a quiet cul-de-sac located in an upscale neighborhood. But then again she still needed some action in her life. So... "What the hell, the dishes will still be here when I get in." Cynthia reasoned, but then again when the idea popped into her mind there was no way of convincing her otherwise. Strolling through the lush green grass of her backyard, Cynthia smiled as a subtle breeze blew over her naked skin. She made a bee line towards the pool. A chaise lounge was waiting for her and her margarita. Nothing could spoil her day, well expect for that dead, bloated squirrel floating in her pool. Gasping in disgust, Cynthia knew she couldn't relax while its body idly floated around in her pool. She quickly made her way out of the gate and across her yard. Twenty-one year old Jack Steiner answered his door. Cynthia was standing on his front porch, her 5'5" frame was clad in no more than a white bikini and a matching pair of Reebok high tops. Her sun kissed skin was a sharp contrast to her skimpy bathing suit. "Mrs. Mays..." Jack, who was still in his pajama bottoms, was caught off guard by his sexy neighbor's visit. "Oh Jack I hate to bother you so early in the morning but a squirrel must've fallen in our pool and drowned. John's at work and it's only me at home. I want to go sunbathing but I can't stand the sight of the poor little guy floating around. Could you come over and skim him out?" Cynthia pleaded. Jack couldn't ignore a woman in need or the way her breasts heaved from bikini top every time she inhaled. "Ok, give me a few minutes and I'll be right over." Jack smiled. Jack opened the large wooden gate leading into the Mays' yard. Surveying the yard he saw Mrs. Mays stretched out on a chaise lounge enjoying the beautiful June weather. Jack crossed the flagstone patio to the oblong pool. The water was still and tranquil, well except for the poor, little squirrel that lost its life early that day. Effortlessly removing the dead rodent from the pool Jack proceeded to dump the water logged body in the garbage can. "Well Mrs. Mays he's out and safely lying in the bottom of the garbage can, I guess I'll get going then." Jack tried to look in her eyes yet they couldn't help but wonder down her slender body as it glistened with oil in the strong sun. "Oh Jack, you don't need to leave so soon. How about something to drink? Let me repay you." Cynthia smiled, peering up from her sunglasses. "Well, I guess, but only If you insist, Mrs. Mays" "Oh, please call me Cynthia." Her pleasantry made Jack smile. In the kitchen Jack took a seat at the wooden rectangular table. He was admiring the dark wood cabinets and floors when he glanced over at Cynthia bent over, rummaging through the refrigerator. Her dancing ass suddenly caught his eye. Taking notice of how her bikini bottom rose up over her firm ass cheeks. Spinning around with a pitcher full of fruit juice, Jack broke from his trance. Cynthia sauntered over to the table with the pitcher and glass. Pouring him a nice, cool glass of homemade fruit juice she flashed him a smile as his hand brushed hers. "Please make yourself comfortable in the living room while I change into something else. We'll get a chance to talk and get to know one another." Cynthia gestured towards the other room. Cynthia returned to the living room to find Jack sitting on the couch. She had changed into a white skirt and coral pink spaghetti strap tank top. Easing down next to him on the tan sofa she turned to face him with legs crossed, gazing into his deep blue eyes. "So Jack, we've been neighbors for almost a year and half and you know I really don't know anything about you. For instance what do you like to do for fun?" Cynthia innocently asked as she placed her hand on her bare knee. "Um... well I like to swim and run track. But I also enjoy discussing art and listening to classical music. So I guess you could call me a sensitive jock." He laughed. "Ha, Ha, Ha, wow, your girlfriend must be real lucky to have you." Cynthia gushed. Her hand had now moved up to her bare thigh. "Well, there's really no one in my life right now." He bowed his head, appearing to be embarrassed at the fact. "Sorry to hear." Cynthia's hand moved in between of where they sat. "You know I kind of feel silly admitting this but ever since you moved in I've always found you to be attractive." "Oh yeah?" He questioned with somewhat of disbelief. "Yeah and I have something else I would like to admit. There's no easy way of saying this so... here it goes. I accidentally caught you sunbathing in the nude. I was putting some laundry away when I happen to see you stripping out of your underwear. You have an incredibly fit, bronzed body. It really shows that you take pride in appearance." Cynthia shifted her body closer to her neighbor's. Jack fidgeted against the back of the sofa; his hands nervously rubbed his knees. "Oh Jack you look nervous and a bit embarrassed. There's no need to be. I admire a man who takes care of his body. As you can see I too take care of myself even after three kids. And you can't sit and tell me that you haven't noticed. Ever since I came over to your house your eyes have been glued to my petite frame and ample tits." She gave him a devilish grin. Her hand slid up his muscular thigh. "Would you like to see my naked body?" Jack nodded his head slowly. Cynthia stood up straightening her top and skirt. The sexy suburban housewife ran her hands down her body and back up to the hem of her coral pink tank top. Her slender fingers gripped the bottom and slowly pulled up, revealing her taut stomach. "Feel free to rub yourself." Cynthia remarked in a husky voice. Jack's hand meandered down to his shorts where a bulge was already forming. He gave it a squeeze and groaned as his neighbor continued her sexy striptease. By now the bottoms of her lacy bra-covered large tits were peeking out. Cynthia cupped the bottoms of her heavy mounds and gave them a tight squeeze which elicited a moan of pleasure. Cynthia gave one final yank of her top and pulled it off her head throwing it at Jack. Her hands massaged her cleavage. A large gob of spit fell from her soft lips and landed in the crack. It trailed down her tan skin and eventually smeared over the tops as she continued to rub her hefty love sacks together. "You probably didn't know I was such a nasty housewife?" Jack shook his head as he continued to rub his crotch. Her hands worked their way down to her skirt. Grabbing a hold she slowly slid them down her shapely thighs to reveal a pair of yellow lacey, low rise cheeky panties. Allowing the skirt to slip from her hands they fell into a puddle at her feet, kicking them aside so she could turn around. With her legs spread wide apart she slowly bent over at the waist. Cynthia peered through her legs and rubbed her hand from her ass to her pussy and back again. Jack was hypnotized. Backing up onto his lap she lowered her ass down and started grinding. "You like that baby?" She felt his erection poke her pussy through his satin basketball shorts. "UMMM... that feels so fucking good." She moaned with delight. Jack couldn't take it any longer and grabbed her waist. "Uh-uh, no touching." His sexy seductress warned slapping at his probing hands. Sliding her tight ass up and down his crotch she teased her young, athletic neighbor. "You're enjoying this aren't you? I bet you want me to pull out your cock and play with it. Give you a sloppy blowjob. Yeah that's what you want." She taunted, looking over her shoulder. "How bad do you want to see my pretty, little pussy?" Her pussy tingled, grinding deep in his lap. "Bad..." Jack whimpered. "What was that? I couldn't hear you." "UGHHH.... I want to see your pussy very badly." He managed to groan. "Not before I get to see your cock, up close this time." The horny housewife slid off his lap and dropped to her knees. Prying his legs open she crawled towards his aching cock that now tented his shorts. Nuzzling her hose in his crotch, her teeth snapped at the shiny fabric. Grabbing the elastic waist line the little vixen slowly yanked down the shorts. "HMMM...you're wearing those little blue Hanes briefs that I saw you in." She said huskily. Yanking them down allowed the young man's cock to spring to life. "It's so much better up close." She gawked. Her hands placed firmly on his naked thighs her tongue lapped at his swollen balls like a sex starved kitten. Sucking in both his balls she swished them around soaking his hairy sack with spit. She fiercely sucked at his balls as if she was trying to drain them of their juices. OHHH... fuck. Look at me with those sexy eyes." He demanded. She stared at him with deep pools of dark brown. She tried to smile with his whole sack in her mouth. Reluctantly releasing it from her hot mouth, leaving long spit strands hanging from each, she snaked her tongue up his throbbing shaft. "Yum! I love the taste of your cock." The tip of her tongue ran around the base of his mushroom cap. A groan escaped from his lips. Her luscious lips wrapped around the head of his cock and slowly worked down his thick shaft but as hard as she tried she couldn't get it all the way in her mouth. Gagging as she tried. Snapping her head up for air she gripped the base and brought her lips back down. Letting large gobs of gooey spit cover his cock Cynthia viciously jerked up and down. As the lonely housewife double fisted him her tongue slid over his slit, tracing figure eights around his swollen, purple head. Desperately licking up his pearly, pre-cum that came oozing out while her hand juggled his swollen sack. Grinning from ear to ear Cynthia stood up. Reaching around to her back she unhooked her white lacey bra and let it fall to the floor. Her tits came spilling out. Then she hooked her thumbs into her panties and shimmied out of them. Kicking them to her captive audience Cynthia stood naked with her arms raised in the air. She spun around so that he could see all of her petite, sexy body. Now that her large tits, 32dd, were free from their lacy constraints Cynthia fell to her knees again. "How would like to fuck this big ol' beautiful tits?" Jack, in awe of her massive tits, nodded his head. "Then come over here and show me what you got." She coerced. Jack stood up, his large cock pointing straight out in front of him. Guiding his cock into the valley of sexy milf's tits, Jack proceeded to thrust his hips toward her; the head of his cock would poke up between her two large mounds with every thrust. Cynthia would try to catch it with her tongue every now and then all the while leaving rivers of spit to trail down into her valley and lube Jack's invading member. Cynthia squeezed her tits together even harder to create a tighter grip around his cock. "Oh yeah...oh yeah...fuck my tits...fuck them...fuck them hard." She encouraged. Jack's increased his pace. The sound of balls slapping against Cynthia's titties and the grunts of the young man filled the room. Cynthia loved the way the young man's cock slid effortlessly in and out of her cleavage, and the way the swollen head would peek through the crack every so often. "I want to taste your sweet pussy." Jack groaned. "HMMM... does my young fuck want to eat me out?" Cynthia grinned. Jack shook his head as his hips continued to thrust towards her tits. "Well first you have to cum on my tits." Jack pulled his cock from her cleavage and began to stroke with short, quick strokes. With his hand moving in a blur, Jack knew he was close. He felt that familiar tightness deep in his balls. "UGHHH..." Jack Groaned as he grew closer to his climax. Cynthia rubbed her tits together and waited anxiously for the bounty she was about to receive. "Oh shit, here it comes!" Jack warned as cock spitted out a load of hot cum onto Cynthia's tits. Gooey white blobs dotted the housewife's tan skin as Jack milked the last drops of cum from his head. Cynthia lied down on the couch, spread her legs wide open, and stroked her pussy—an invitation Jack couldn't refuse. Jack crawled up between her legs and stared at her moist pink lips. Diving right in, Jack lapped at her pussy like a dog at water. He attacked it with such fierceness that it made Cynthia moan with pleasure. "Ohhh...shit that feels nice." Jack ran his tongue around the outside of her mound making sure to get every part of her pussy. He then spread her lips apart to go deeper. As his tongue fucked her opening Cynthia grabbed the back of his head and held it against her hot folds. Jack continued his assault on her pussy. "Ohhh god, you definitely now how to eat a girl out, Jack if you keep this up you'll make me cum." Jack used this as a motivation to keep going. His hand found her hard clit and furiously rubbed it. Cynthia's body arched and rocked until she finally screamed. "UHHH...UHHH...UHHH...UHHH...Ahhhh." Cynthia fell to the couch as Jack lapped up her juices that seeped from her hole. "Ohh that was hot, but now I want to feel you deep inside of me. Fuck me with your hard cock, pleasssssseeee." She begged. Jack climbed onto the couch. Cynthia bent over and gave his cock a few long, deliberately slow licks. She made sure it was good and hard. Shoving the shaft all the way in her mouth, Cynthia covered his cock with large globs of spit until she was satisfied with the hardness of his member. Her petite body climbed on top of his rock hard cock. The lips of her cock-hungry pussy slowly swallowed the whole shaft as she guided it deep inside her. "UHHH....OHHH... god it's so big inside my tight pussy." Jack's cock-craving neighbor groaned. Slowly rocking her hips Cynthia began riding him reverse cowgirl style. Getting her legs propped up onto the couch she rolled her ass against his granite like abs. Wildly bouncing up and down on Jack's lap, Cynthia moaned loudly. "OHHH... shit your cock feels so good. UGHHH..." Jack's hands made their way around her viciously writhing body. The one grabbed at her bouncing tit, clawing and pinching it until she screamed in pain and twisting her pert bud which produced another wail. His other hand furiously stroked her hard nub, working it in circles. "Yes, Yes, Yes fuck my cock faster." He ordered. Cynthia began to bounce faster and harder. She threw her head back; her wild mane of fire hair whipped him in his face. "UGHHH...UGHHH!" "UGHHH...UGHHH..." Jack groaned. Cynthia stopped and climbed off his cock. Facing her sexy, young neighbor she climbed on again and slowly began to bounce up and down. With her tits in his face now, Jack began to lick and nip at her erect nipples. Grabbing at the left tit, Jack sucked on her nipple. Then moved to the right and sucked on that nipple before moving back again. Cynthia continued to bounce up and down. She loved the way his large cock rubbed against the moist walls of her pussy and how her clit rubbed against his pelvis. She worked to drive his cock deep inside of her. "UGHHH...UGHHH." She moaned as she rocked her hips back and forth. "Shit you're gonna make me cum." Jack exclaimed. This was Cynthia's cue to hop off and shove his cock in her accepting mouth. Sucking his pussy juice-covered cock into her mouth she rapidly pumped up and down the shaft. Her tongue laid flat against the underside. She made sure to pay special attention to the base of his head. "OHHH... shit I'm gonna cum!" Popping his cock out Jack grabbed his cock let loose his seed. Long, white ropes of his sticky sperm flew from his engorged cock, landing on Cynthia's beautiful face. With eyes shut tight her face was painted with gobs of his hot juices. On the bridge of her nose, her upper lip, and in her opened, waiting mouth. "HMMM, your cum tastes so sweet." Cynthia smiled, cum dripping from her face and onto her heaving tits. Grabbing his spent cock she milked every last drop out into her mouth. Spitting the pearly strands onto her sweaty tits, Cynthia smiled, casting a soulful look at her exhausted neighbor. "OHH...god that was fantastic. We'll have to do this again. Now you better get going. Oh and I'm keeping your underwear as a souvenir." She growled, clutching his Hanes in her trembling hands sniffing his cologne mixed with his body scent. This started Cynthia's collection of men's underwear, stashing them in her top draw just under her panties. These were a hunter's reminder of the "kill". A week after her encounter with Jack Cynthia was strolling idly through the produce aisle when she ran into him. As he stocked produce with a guy who looked to be around his age he turned and smiled at Cynthia. "Hey Jack, nice to see you again." "Cynthia, the pleasures all mine." He replied with an even bigger grin and then turned to his co-worker. "Greg this is my next door neighbor, the one whom I was talking about." This made Cynthia blush considerably. "I told you she was hot." Cynthia turned two more shades of red, enough to match her fiery hair. "Well, Jack I'll let you get back to work. If you ever need anything you know to come by my house... oh and bring Greg." Cynthia winked. As she walked away she made sure to wiggle her tight ass more than usual. She had a lot more shopping to do plus there was another stock boy she's always had her eye on. Cynthia smiled as she spotted him bending over near the tomato sauces. "Jack was only the beginning." She thought to herself. She was a bored housewife living in a quiet cul-de-sac; she had a dirty secret, and there were plenty more to come. Dirty Secrets Revealed 1. Dirty Secrets Revealed "Goodnight..." I threw the taxi door shut. Sue would take care of the fare. Anyway, I'd picked up the bill for the last round of rather overpriced Chablis so fair do's. I teetered to the front door on my over-high "fuck-me" strappy stilettos fishing for the key in my purse. The door opened into our dimly lit hallway and I could see the light from the living room shining under the door. "Well, they're still up", I thought. Shutting the front door, I was aware in a sudden drop in sound levels as the TV set was switched off. Nigel, Alan's and my long-time friend was sitting at one end of the sofa, TV remote in hand. "Hi, how's it going?" I greeted him. "Where's Alan?" "Gave up on you! Says he had a tough day. Says you should keep the noise down when you go up too", Nigel smiled, nonchalantly dropping the remote onto the sofa. "Need a top-up? I'm having one," I asked as I made my way to the fridge in the kitchen. I poured two glasses from the open bottle in the fridge door, added some ice and made my way back to the living room. Nigel was watching me, rather intently I thought, as I handed him the glass. My own fault, I suppose. The dark blue cashmere dress was indecently short. Only a couple of inches below "See-level" and the shortness combined with the high-heels made my legs look like they went on forever. I liked the effect. I quite liked the effect it had on others too. I liked them looking. I wasn't wearing a bra either. I didn't really need to. My breasts are just a generous handful as Alan puts it and they're firm enough to do without. There was however no hiding the fact that the clingy cashmere was doing little to hide my perky nipples. Anyway, looking is OK. Good for my ego too! He took the glass one handed, the other still hovering near the TV remote. I took a long slurp from mine and perched myself at the other end of the sofa. "So, how's things? Found a replacement for Becky yet? How's the old sex-life?" "Not really." he replied. "Things are so bad, I'm in danger of becoming firm friends with my right hand". I laughed. "Well watching midnight porn probably doesn't help..." I said looking pointedly at the still whirring DVD player. He had the grace to blush. "Well, you wandering around like a half-naked blonde bombshell doesn't help either..." "Half naked? – I'm not. This is just my on-the-town normal slut-wear," I protested, still smiling. "So, what did you have on?" He made a grab for the controller, but I was faster and I took the television out of standby. Frozen on the screen, in three-quarter view, a girl sitting on a green sofa was about to receive a very large and very hard cock between her half opened lips. If I were to un-pause the DVD, I knew, the camera would pan down revealing her sweater pushed up over her pert breasts and then pan further down showing her white stockings and her hand at work between her splayed thighs. Later, the cock would be stretching her as its owner knelt between those long legs while she looked directly into the camera with an "is this what you wanted to see?" kind of look. Later still she'd accept a thick stream of spunk up the side of her face under the insistent administrations of her fingers and lips. She'd look again at the camera, again with the look that said, "I hope that really was what you wanted to happen". And then the DVD would end. I knew the movie well. Very well. Actually, I knew the participants. So did Nigel... My turn to blush. "Just how much of this have you watched?" I asked Nigel, turning to look at him. I saw his hand go to his lap, unsuccessfully attempting to cover the tenting in his jeans. He was scarlet now. "Nothing.... Not much.... Well, actually, a bit. This was the third run though", he admitted. "Sorry... I shouldn't have. But I....". "Oh," I said, "Well, I've no secrets from you anymore, have I? But my fault I guess, the disc shouldn't have been left lying around". He relaxed a little when he realised that I wasn't angry. Really, I wasn't too upset. Like I say, I like being watched, this was just a little more extreme. "So who did you get to take the film for you?" he managed to ask, presumably emboldened by my lack of tantrums. "I mean how did you find....". Time to come clean, I thought. "You're asking the wrong question", I interrupted, and "The real question is 'whose cock is it?'. I continued to look at him as realisation began to dawn. I said "I'm not telling, but it's your best friend behind the camera. So draw your own conclusions. And actually, that's another secret. Now you know. If anyone else gets to know, you're in big trouble". He glanced back at the screen and then back to my face. "Shit! I'm seriously fucked up now! You looked so.... Anyway, look what you're doing to me." He indicated his lap. "I think I might need to disappear off to the bathroom for a while!" Then the wickedness came over me. "The bathroom?" I asked innocently. "Whatever for?". "Well... you know... to take care of...um...business..." his hands had dropped to his lap. Again. "No, no, I got that bit... I meant why do you need to go to the bathroom to do it?" He looked at me in confusion. "What do you mean?" "Well, maybe you should do it right here. While you watch the TV. While I'm here. I mean, I guess, that your condition is partly my fault. So why go to the bathroom and close your eyes and imagine, when I'm right here and you can look at me for real while you... um.... do it? That way I get to watch too and check if everything Becky told me was true...". I dropped my eyes to his lap and then back slowly up to his face. "Anyway, fair's fair. You've seen me. What about returning the favour?" "What?... I can't. This is a first! You've embarrassed me! I mean.... Anyway, what about Alan?". I un-paused the DVD and the stranger's cock started to disappear between those pouted lips. "I won't tell if you won't," I whispered. "Want some help to get started?" and I reached over and slipped my right hand under his, right over that delicious bulge starting to form in his jeans. Wow! Warm, growing and full of promise of something big! With both hands, I unfastened the waist button of his Levis before he could say another word. And then the remaining buttons and.... and then my right hand was inside, and gripping his rapidly hardening cock. I looked into his eyes and then squeezed. I felt his cock pulse back at me and I contracted my fingers again, squeezing in rhythm to his pulsing and now almost fully hardened cock. Wow! It was big – and getting bigger. Bigger than Alan's, I thought, and pulled it out into full view. Oh wow! Nice! My fingers hardly stretched around it. Big, heavily veined, throbbing and kind of threatening. Nigel was leaning back, just his jeans open and his cock standing straight up. I gripped it with both hands, my right at the base still squeezing rhythmically and my left hand above pulling his already retracted foreskin up and down and still there must have been a couple of inches left over. He groaned quietly – his first sound since saying "that he couldn't". Well, it looked like he COULD. "How's that big boy?" I said, looking down at the fully erect cock protruding from my hands. "Better than a bathroom visit? Should I stop? Do you want to do it yourself?" I'd really have liked to watch him wank himself. Maybe while I showed him my damp panties, so close to the hem of my dress and while he watched me swallowing the cock on the TV screen. "Well, I quite like what you're doing" he said. Surprise! I squeezed again and hitched the hemline of the dress up a little, virginal white panties coming just into view. His eyes moved from mine, down to my hands encircling his cock, across to my hemline, to the TV screen, back to his cock, back to my face. With just my right hand moving up and down his shaft I leaned across and kissed him. His cock pulsed and seemed to harden even more, if that was possible. This wasn't going to take too long, I realised. I looked down, fascinated by my hand moving up and down that thick, long shaft. A drop of pre-cum formed at its tip. A pity I was just limiting this to a hand job, I thought. That's what I thought, then I dropped my head lower and licked. Mmmm.... slightly salty, wholly delicious. He groaned. His hips rose as he tried to get his cock into my mouth. Wow! The power! I loved doing this! The ability to make a strong man quiver just with the touch of my fingers. Oh and maybe my tongue. He buried a hand in my hair, holding gently, while I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock. I raised my head and looked at his face while licking my lips and jerking him slightly faster now. He brought his left hand around and, gently at first, cupped my right breast. My turn to groan. I bet I could cum just by having my tits fondled the right way and he seemed to know the way. He pinched the nipple, a little harder now, through the soft wool and I gasped. The version of me on the TV was getting her nipples tweaked too, as the massive cock was slamming rapidly into her. She looked directly at me with that look... Alan always claimed I would be able to make dead men rise with my wanking style. "Better than I can do it myself" he claimed. Well, I'd learned it all from him and here I was practicing it on someone else. While that someone watched his best friend's wife getting the life fucked out of her! What a slut! But I didn't care. The pre-cum was becoming a trickle now and I realised how close Nigel was to cumming. His other hand took my left breast and he pressed them together, avidly watching my hard nipples through the material as if he wanted to retain the image for future use. The screen me withdrew the cock from her mouth and rubbed it up the side of her face. The cock erupted then, covering her cheek, running down over her lips and she again looked directly at me, well really directly at her husband behind the camera. "How was that?" she seemed to ask. I could feel Nigel's cock pulsing more strongly now as his hips started to rise and fall in time with my pumping. Both hands now. Very little finesse. I gripped more tightly as his orgasm took him and then, as I relaxed my grip slightly, a stream of spunk jetted up the front of his tee-shirt. One, two three jets later and I further relaxed my grip. Bending again I took the still rock hard cock a couple of inches into my mouth and sucked gently, still gently milking him with my hand as his body subsided with a shudder. I looked into his eyes as I deliberately brought my hand to my mouth and licked his spunk off the back of my fingers. "I hope that will keep you going for a couple of days", I smiled. "Maybe you can get some pictures next time..." He just looked, wordlessly, from my face to my hands to my hemline, back up to my breasts. One last squeeze and I was out of the door heading up the stairs. And horny as sin! 2. Dirty Deeds Done I opened the bedroom door, let myself in and closed it gently behind me. The bedside lights were both on and Alan was asleep, his iPad still lit up and lying across his chest. I went into our en-suite bathroom and closed the door behind me, not making any special attempt at being quiet. I checked the mirror – slightly unkempt, but still... I considered the electric toothbrush and decided not. I still had my "being wicked" feeling and the damp patch in my panties and the growing need to do something about my horniness dictated that I go and make my 'confession'. Alan was awake as I closed the bathroom door. "Good time?," he asked, pushing half upright on his elbows. '"Yeah, great. Pubs were heaving. Usual Friday night thing. Usual lechers. You?" "OK," he said, "Just the normal shitty busy day". Well, we'd have to see about that! I perched on the bed next to him, my hand falling carelessly onto the duvet near the top of his thighs. "You probably shouldn't have left our DVD lying around with the others. I think Nigel found it," I started. His eyes went wide. "Oops, that was a bit silly, sorry." "Actually, I'm sure he found it," I continued, "I get back, and it looks like he has a hard-on the size of the Eiffel Tower poking through his jeans. He was on the sofa, with the controller in his hand, so I don't think there's much doubt about what he'd been watching". "Oops," Alan said again, "He's probably down there right now having a quick wank! You know he's still broken up from Becky?" I said nothing. A lecherous look crossed his face. "Maybe you should have helped him out," he said, a smile appearing. "You know..." Something, beneath the duvet, nudged my hand. So, it was still his favourite fantasy. "I know what exactly?" I enquired sweetly. "You know, whatever it is that you do best. It might have been a turn-on. For you, I mean." He was prevaricating. I don't know why he couldn't just say it! "Oh, that again. I thought your episode as a great cameraman was a one-off. Would you really like me to? With your best friend? Instead of a casual pickup? What if I did and I liked his cock more than yours?" The lump under the duvet was growing insistent now and I allowed it a quick squeeze. "Well," he said, closing his eyes a little, "I do think about it sometimes. I still get hard thinking back..." He reached out, sliding a hand beneath my hemline and touching the front of my still damp panties. "Don't tell me that it's disappeared from your mind either. I'm just saying that maybe you should have....". "Yes, I said. It was fun," I admitted, "and anyway," - I let a look of contrite guilt form on my face, - "Who says that I didn't, you know, do something about it?" He was awake now. He searched my face for the truth. "Really?", he asked. "What? Really, you did? You um... you helped him out? You touched his cock? Really?" I lowered my eyes. "At first," I admitted. And then, "Something under here feels like its not complaining about it! I think it likes that idea. Let's see..." and I pulled back the duvet. His cock was standing, pointing straight at the ceiling. I'd never seen it harder. I wrapped my hand around it, squeezing gently. "Yes, I did this to him. Is that OK?" "Really? You're not kidding? Really, you rubbed his cock?" "Yes, really, I did, just like this, " I admitted again, stroking more strongly now. "Is that OK with you?" I asked rather unnecessarily. "He's huge, you know. I could hardly get my hand around it. And hard. So, so hard! And I pulled it out of his jeans... and I wanked it, just like this. I got your friend's cock out and I did this to it. Are you sure it's OK? You don't mind that I got his big cock out and rubbed it up and down like this?". Alan was breathing hard now. His fingers were inside my panties now. Tracing the line of my slit. Letting my wetness escape. Oh God! I needed this! He stroked gently around my clit, rubbing in small circles. It wasn't going to take me very long either! A small orgasm flooded gently over me and I clenched my thighs trapping his fingers. Well, great for starters, but I really wanted some cock inside of me! "And you made him cum?" he asked. "You rubbed his cock like you're doing now and made him cum?" "Well, sort of like this," I said, and I leaned across and kissed him, still pulling his cock, still fascinated by its hardness, by its heat. "You taste like...," he began. "Oh God! You didn't... you didn't.... Did you?" "Just a little," I said in a small voice, almost whispering, looking into his lust filled eyes, and jerking his cock even harder now. "I sucked him off too, but just a little bit. I just let him put a few inches into my mouth. I had his hard cock in my mouth and I sucked on it. Really, just a little bit.... I'm sorry, but I had to. Well it was so big.... and it was so hard.... And I just had to.... Well, you know.... And I made him cum. I made him spurt with my hands and with my mouth. And I licked his spunk off my hands, after I'd made him cum. After I'd made him cum, just like this.... Just like this.... Is that OK? You're not mad at me? How do you like the taste of your best friend on your slut's mouth?" And I kissed him again, forcing my tongue past his lips, licking him like I'd licked Nigel's cock earlier. It was my own fault. My hand rubbing his cock. The realisation of where my mouth had been earlier, of what he could taste on me. His cock just erupted. I can't think of another word for it. I felt it start to thicken even more, and it started pulsing in my hand. The first jet arced up and caught the side of my face as I kissed him. Then up the front of my dress, then onto my thighs. I pulled back to let him see me. His slut. Covered in his spunk. And still with traces of his friend's cum on my lips. "Oh wow, Sez. Oh wow. You slut." His eyes began to flutter as he subsided from his orgasm. He'd be out of it in another ten seconds. My fault, yes, but now I really needed cock, and he was in no state to oblige. Well, maybe my Rampant Rabbit might help, or maybe I'd wait until morning, or maybe.... I wondered how long it would take Nigel to recover....