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Give & Take

By: Tamar



She knew what Orlando wanted. He had watched her feed their three month old son and she had seen the look on his face. His mouth had been open, just enough for her to see his tongue come out and circle his lips in want and need. Maybe he didn't think she had seen, but she had, and tonight she was going to give him what he wanted.

She had been sitting in the living room, her back against dark blue pillows on the circular, pale blue sofa. She wore a midnight blue silk Chinese robe with flying dragons on the back. There were dragons on the front too, pale blue and white dragons, their tails curled over her full breasts. He had watched as their baby, a boy with peach fuzz dark hair and black eyes, fed at her breasts. She knew he loved her. She knew that he loved making love with her. She knew his eyes were on each swelling breast as she moved the robe away from them one at a time so their baby could take what he needed.

"I'll put him to bed, then I'll call you," she said, her voice catching on the last word.

"No, I'll take him and put him to bed," Orlando replied, his own voice full of desire. 

She shut the robe around her breasts, tied the silk cord around her waist and put the baby into his arms. As he took their son, he leaned in to kiss her and they cradled the baby together on the bed of their arms. The baby never even cried when Orlando had him safe in his arms, his head against Orlando's soft shirt, the tiny flower of his mouth pursed shut.

Orlando gently slipped his hand under the baby's head. He bent to kiss his forehead and he began to sing him a soft crooning lullaby that faded into the air like star dust as he took their son to his nursery.

She walked down the hallway to their bedroom. Going through the door, she walked to the long mirror on the wall opposite the bed. Standing in front of it, she began to caress her breasts through the robe. They were still tender from feeding the baby. She called out to Orlando filling the sound of his name with all the love she felt for him. 

Orlando came to the doorway and she could see him, framed in the mirror. Without making a sound on his bare feet, he crossed the length of the room that separated them and came up behind her so only a whisper was between them. She could feel him trembling behind her.

He put both hands under her thick hair and began to massage the back of her neck. She watched in the mirror as her hair fell over his long fingered hands like a waterfall. He spoke to her in a language she realized was the Elvish he had learned for Lord of the Rings. "What are you saying?" she whispered. "Tell me."

"No, just listen to the sounds. You don't need me to tell you. You know in your heart what I'm saying."

Orlando moved his hands along the sides of her neck to her shoulders, rubbing them with his fingers and palms. Her head lolled to the side as the sound of his words began to hypnotize her, and he moved her hair away from the side of her neck, nuzzling her, the thin stubble along his jaw and upper lip tickling her soft skin.

"I'm going to let go of you now, just for a minute," he whispered into her ear. "No, no!" She cried to be out of the circle of his warmth after he took his hands away.

"I'm just taking off my shirt." She turned to watch Orlando lift the T-shirt over his head and throw it on the floor. She loved to watch him take off his clothes. Seeing his chest, his dark nipples and the muscles of his flat belly made her clench inside. It made her clit harden and her nipples swell against her robe.

"Turn back around!" She turned back to the mirror at his soft command.

He ran his hands along the silken arms of the robe. "Lift your arms." She did and couldn't resist twining them behind her to rest on his hips. 

"Orlando," she whispered. He answered by pushing his hips against her ass. He ran his hands up the blue river of silk to the belt of the robe and slowly and tortuously undid it, all the time watching in the mirror. As the ends of the belt fell apart, the robe gaped open and the swell of her breasts was once more visible to his gaze. His fingertips trailed up to the opening, just grazing over her nipples, which were so hard they tented the silk over them.

Orlando took her earlobe between his teeth and bit gently. It only added to the heat between her legs and in her breasts. She whimpered as he cupped her breasts through the hot blue silk and then parted the robe even more, slowly, slowly pulling the fabric back to reveal them bit by bit to his eyes, to her eyes, and to the mirror reflecting the sight back to them. Suddenly, he pulled the silk back all the way over her breasts and slid the robe off her shoulders. It rustled to the floor in a pool of midnight. She tried to turn to him and kiss the face in the mirror at her shoulder, but he said, "No, don't turn around. Not yet."

As much as she wanted to turn to him, she didn't. Orlando leaned down to kiss her neck as he put both hands on her waist and then brought them back up to her breasts, without touching them. "What do you want me to do now?" he asked her.

"You know, don't ask, do it."

Without another word, Orlando cupped her heavy breasts in his palms and ran his fingertips over the nipples. She caught her breath and arched her back, pushing her breasts into his hands and throwing her head back against him.

"Look in the mirror," he told her. She brought her head back up so she could watch him fondle her breasts.

"Call them tits. You like to call them that. Call them tits and tell me how much you love them and want to suck them." She was out of her mind with desire. She always wanted him but tonight that feeling was so heightened she thought she would faint from her need for him.

"Watch me!" He stepped from behind her and moved around to the front of her, stepping over the mass of silk at their feet. Her breasts felt cold after his hands left them and she wanted the warmth back. Orlando took her face in his hands and moved down to kiss her, his tongue invading her mouth, moving past her teeth to meet her tongue. She pulled away after a moment, wanting that tongue at her nipples.

His eyes looked wild when she looked into them, like cloudy dark pools. Her breasts were beginning to fill with milk for their baby and she wanted him to taste it and to take it from her deep in his mouth. Orlando bent once more to kiss her, a fierce kiss that matched the look in his eyes and then took her breasts in his hands again, raising one hard nipple, the color of the inside of a shell, to his mouth. She could see what he was doing in the mirror and she almost fell to the floor as she watched her nipple get closer and closer to his lips.

"Your tits are so beautiful. You don't know, you'll never know, how much I love them."

When his mouth engulfed her nipple, she cried out once, a sharp, piercing sound that turned to whimpers as he began to suck. His tongue laved the pebble hard bud as he sucked and within moments her milk began to flow.

She looked at the top of his curls as he drank from her. She felt she was giving him all the love that was in her. The feeling was like nothing she had ever known and she wanted to be able to see his eyes as he did this. How she found her voice to tell him what she wanted, she would never know.

"Orlando, take me to bed. I need to be able to see your eyes."

He took his mouth from her nipple, shaking his head before he did so, drawing one last drop from her breast deep into his mouth.

He picked her up in his arms and took her the few steps to the bed, gently putting her on her back. He unzipped his jeans as she watched him hungrily and pulled them down and off his legs. He never wore anything under them. 

She opened her legs wide and he moved between them, hooking his hands behind her knees and drawing her legs up over his shoulders. "Fuck me, Orlando."

Their breathing blending together as one loud heartbeat. He took his cock in his hand and poised it at her entrance. He looked at her once and she told him with her eyes to put himself inside her. He slipped inside of her hot, wet center and as he did, bent to again take her nipple in his mouth, the one he hadn't sucked before. She was out of her mind, floating on waves of pleasure so intense she knew she would come in moments. He sucked and her milk flowed into his mouth. He grunted and moaned and she sighed and felt that her body would explode. She found her voice to ask him what her milk tasted like.

Her hands wound in Orlando's dark curls, and he lifted his head, his tongue flicking over her nipple one more time. She waited for his answer as he moved in her. He couldn't answer until he came, both of them crying out, his cum like lava hot inside of her.

He collapsed between her legs, breathing hard, then taking each nipple into his lips once again to suck the last of her milk from each breast.

He looked at her when he was done and licked his lips. He kissed her and she tasted the sweetness on his lips and inside his mouth.

"Now I can tell you. It tastes like the sweetest cream I've ever had in my life. It's the sweetest because it comes from you, love."

He gently kissed each nipple and laid his head down on her breasts, reaching p to her face to feel her warm tears on his fingers.

Give and Take



Introduction:

This is our first submission. I started many years ago writing erotic short stories for my wife. They were all written with her in mind - to excite her. Some stories actually happened, some were happenings expanded on and some were pure fantasy that may some day happen. We saved them all. 

We hope that you enjoy this fantasy of ours. If the feedback is positive, we'll reach back into our private letters box for more.

PS A special thanks to my editor and wife!

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GIVE AND TAKE

What You Felt

Your arm was wrapped around him with your hand resting on his chest. You felt him stir. You opened your eyes. The sunlight was outlining the edge of the curtains. I can't believe this, you thought. You felt my hard cock pressed against your ass. You smiled and pressed back lightly against me. You pulled him closer to you.

You thought of last night. What a lovely evening! We were dressed in suit and tie. You had on your Greek goddess dress. You were excited by the way we all looked and how we looked at you. You couldn't help but flirt. The conversation, meal and red wine were like an aphrodisiac. We had almost forgot about the performance and had to rush across the street to the Roy Thomson Hall. As the music played, you had held my hand. He rested his hand on your thigh. You were excited by our touch.

We had enjoyed a glass of champagne during the intermission. He had wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you toward him as we laughed. On the way back to our hotel in the taxi, you sat between us. You saw him eyeing your cleavage. Your eyes met. You kissed. Going up the elevator, we ran our hands over your body. He pinned you into the corner and kissed you.

We wrapped our arms around you and walked you down the hallway to our room. He opened the door for you. In the room, you sat on the sofa beside him as I opened a bottle of wine. His arm was around your shoulder and you leaned into him as you talked. He pulled the strap of your dress down your arm. You looked up at him and smiled. You kissed. I handed you both a glass of wine. As we sat and talked, he ran his fingers down your neck and over your ears. You shivered. He tugged lightly on your hair at the back of your head. I pulled the other strap of your dress down and kissed your neck and shoulder.

He stood up and reached out toward you. You rose. He slid your dress down. You stepped out of it. He undid your bra and let it fall to the floor then ran his hands down along your sides and over your hips. I squeezed your ass cheeks as he fondled your breasts. He removed your panties and guided you to sit back down between us. 

You felt our hands gliding between your thighs, over your hips and fondling your breasts. We kissed your cheeks, your lips and neck. Your excitement rose. Your fingers traced the outline of his hard cock. His leakage was seeping through his pants. You loosened his belt and undid his zipper. You reached in and pulled out his cock. He leaned back as you went down on him. 

I removed my clothes and kneeled behind you. You felt my hand on your hip. As your pelvis rose in response to my touch, my cock slid into your hot wet cunt. You could feel my slow rhythmic thrusts as you sucked him. Suddenly, you could hear his breathing shorten and feel his body tighten. He began to groan. You tasted his warm cum splash inside your mouth. My grip on your hips tightened as he began to tug on your nipples. You heard my grunts as I came inside you. Your head rose as my warm cum dripped down your thighs. Your body stiffened, began to shake then exploded in ecstasy. You howled your delight as we held you firmly by your ass and tits.

The three of us slumped over one another for a moment and then we began to laugh. It had felt so nice. He reached out for you and pulled you up beside him. You kissed. We sat on the sofa for the rest of the evening - talking, kissing, fondling. And then, we had gone to bed.

Oh, I've got to pee, you thought! 

You carefully rose from bed not wanting to disturb us from our sleep. You couldn't help but notice our stiff cocks. You smiled and shook your head. In the bathroom, you washed and put on the hotel's white bathrobe. You quietly walked by us into the living room leaving the bedroom door slightly ajar behind you. You opened the curtains, made yourself a coffee and sat reading while enjoying the light breakfast you had brought. 

About an hour later, you heard someone stir in the next room. You heard the shower. Some moments later, you could see him drying himself off. You noticed that his cock was erect. You smiled. Thinking of our hard cocks when you woke, you felt guilty that you had not waited in bed for us. You had an idea. 

You found the blind fold in your carry on. You took off your bathrobe, centred the coffee table in front of the sofa and kneeled on top of it. You put on the blindfold, placed your arms behind your back and waited. A minute later, you could hear the door open. Your body stiffened and your chest rose. The sound of footsteps stopped. Then they started again. You heard the sofa creak and then felt warm hands running along the inside of your thighs and fingers tugging on your cunt lips. The hands traced the side of your body and held your cheeks. You could feel another set of hands reach from behind you to cup your breasts. Fingers tugged on your nipples. Your head rose back in pleasure.

Hands on your shoulder directed you around so that you were on all fours on the table. You felt hands on your hips and your face as a cock slid into your cunt. You groaned and your head rose. You felt a hard cock tap against your lips. You opened your mouth wide and felt it slide inside. It slid back and forth between your lips and over your tongue. You felt the cock thrusting inside your cunt. You heard his groans and felt his cum shooting inside you. Then there was quiet.

You felt the cock withdraw first from your mouth and then from your cunt. You were helped to kneel upright. Then your blindfold was removed. We stood in front of you smiling. He motioned for you not to speak. He reached out and helped you down from the coffee table. He led you into the bedroom. The curtains had been opened and you could feel the warmth of the sun on you as you lay down on the bed. He spread your legs and began to lick your cunt. I lay beside you and played with your breasts and nipples. You reached for my cock and pulled it toward you. I rose, straddled your face and began fucking your mouth.

I could feel your hot breath on my shaft as I ejaculated over your mouth and cheeks. I then plugged your mouth with my shaft. He continued to lick your cunt. You could feel my warm cum running down your face as waves of pleasure overtook your body. You twisted back and forth as you orgasmed restrained by my weight and his hands on your thighs. Your screams were muffled by my cock. And then you went limp. 

We lay tight up against each side of you. You were quiet at first. Then you said "That was so nice!" and kissed us both.

What She Saw

She rose from bed and opened the curtains of her condo window. She saw a nude man drying himself off in a hotel room directly across from their building. She was close enough to notice his stiff cock. He put his towel down and opened the door leading out of the bedroom. He suddenly stopped. 

As he entered the room, she could see something across from the sofa. She moved closer to her window. Her eyes widened. It was a nude woman - blindfolded - kneeling on a coffee table!

She watched him sit on the sofa and play with her. A few minutes later, another man joined him! They placed her on all fours and one fucked her from behind as the other fucked her mouth. They led her back to the bedroom and lay her on her back on the bed. One began to suck her cunt as the other straddled her face. She saw them struggle to hold her as she shook. She must be having an orgasm, she thought. Then they both slowly moved to lay on each side of her.

She turned around to her husband who was still lying in bed. She saw his hard cock and smiled.

"What were you looking at?" he asked.

"You wouldn't believe it!" she said as she returned to him. 

She reached for his cock. "Let me use this for a moment." She straddled him and inserted his cock between her legs. She sat tall and imagined being that woman as she masturbated. Then, she rode him with the palms of her hands on his chest pinning him down. She felt his cum shoot inside her. She slumped down on top of him.

"What was that all about!?" he asked.



Give and Take



Give me a few paragraphs to set the stage, and then I will take you to a place you've only imagined.

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I was thinking about our preconceptions about reciprocity as it applies to sex; about that feeling of obligation that most of us seem to have that says that each partner must reach orgasm, preferably simultaneously, for a sexual encounter to be successful. And how that extends beyond orgasm right back into foreplay. If I spend time exploring your chest, you reciprocate by playing with my breasts. If I take delight in giving you head, you feel the need to reciprocate by tonguing my pussy. Get my drift?

I'm not saying those are bad things; don't get me wrong, I enjoy all of those activities and more, and I agree that there must be a certain amount of give and take in any relationship. However, what you sometimes find hard to understand is that reciprocating does not necessarily mean giving back exactly the same thing. I want you to know that by taking or accepting what I have to give, you ARE giving, simply because of the enjoyment I take in giving pleasure to you. 

You have admitted that you understand this concept when you are the giver; you have proven yourself only too well in your ability to give, and I know you take pleasure in that giving. But you still have trouble accepting that it can work both ways, you can't just lay still and receive what I have to give.

So today, I'm determined to change that. Are you with me? Here is what you are going to do. I want you to take a long, hot bath. Relax completely. Take your time scrubbing every square inch of yourself until you are warm and squeaky clean. When you're done, wrap yourself in a towel, and come knock on our bedroom door, but do not open it. Instead, close your eyes, turn around so your back is to the door, and wait for me. Do you understand? Yes? Good! Are you game? Fantastic! 

*With a warm kiss and a press of my body against yours, I push you off towards the bathroom.*

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From this point on, I would like you to read each line slowly, without skipping ahead. Take the time to let each word sink in, and imagine each whisper, each breath, each touch.

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I jump when I hear your knock at the door.
I've been waiting in nervous anticipation;
confident in what I'm doing, 
but eager to put my plans into action
and to see your reactions.
I open the door to see you standing there,
back facing me as I had instructed,
a towel wrapped snuggly around your hips.

Your hair is still damp from the bath
and I can feel the heat of the warm water rising off your skin.
I move closer to you, lean over your shoulder,
and I whisper "Don't move, and keep your eyes closed."
I see you tense a bit at my words,
and startle at the feel of my bare nipples grazing against your back,
but you do as I say, 
even as I whip the towel from your waist.
Clearly, you've been doing some anticipating of your own while in the bath, 
and I grin as I peek around to the front of you and see you semi-hard before me.

"Stay still" I repeat, as I reach behind you.
You feel my arms as they brush up alongside you,
one on either side, 
sliding up your arms and over your shoulders, 
as if I'm reaching around you.
I see you tilt your head to the side,
trying to figure out what I'm up to, 
but otherwise you obey my command to stay still, with eyes shut.


I see your body jerk and hear your sudden intake of breath
as you feel the soft fabric of the blindfold touch your eyelids.
"Don't worry" I chuckle, 
as I tie the strings firmly behind your head
"You're in good hands", 
emphasizing my point by running my hands over your back, 
and cupping your buttocks, 
rubbing myself against you in the process.

I take your hand and guide you slowly to the bed.
While you are moving in darkness, 
I have the light of several candles lighting up the room, 
giving it a soft glow and casting flickering shadows across your warm skin.
I turn you so that your back is to the bed
and press myself against the length of you,
giving you a long, deep kiss,
before placing my palm on your chest
and pushing you back to sit on the bed.
You can feel the thick layer of flannel sheets
that I have put on top of the bed and for a moment you 
wonder why I might have done so.

But those thoughts are interrupted as you feel
something light trailing over your shoulders
and chest, and across your arms, tickling your senses.
Again, I see you tilt your head to the side,
trying to make sense of what you are feeling.
I take your hand and close your fingers around the strip of silk fabric,
drawing it through your fingers so you can feel the length of it.
A look of comprehension spreads across your face
as I loop one strip around your right wrist, making it snug, but not too tight.

I repeat this process with your left wrist,
then run my hands down your arms to your chest,
down your abdomen, dipping into navel,
sliding across your hips to the tops of your legs.
I hesitate there for a moment, 
dragging the remaining two strips of fabric around your waist 
and letting them rub against your pelvis 
before my hands continue their journey to your ankles
where I fasten the remaining strips securely. 

I kiss your eyelids and your cheekbones 
before capturing your mouth again,
moving my lips urgently across yours.
I slap aside your hands as you try to caress my shoulders.
"No touch" I chide, 
placing your hands firmly at your sides.
"Lie down" I command,
pushing you backwards onto the bed.

With some poking and prodding 
I move you to the centre of the bed.
I place a pillow under your head,
and another under the backs of your knees,
making sure that you are completely comfortable and relaxed.
Without talking, I securely fasten your left wrist to the corner post of our bed
and I walk around the bed to do the same on the other side.
After testing the play in the silk restraints, 
I run my hands over you, feeling the muscles tighten in your arms.
"Relax", I murmur. "I'm not going to hurt you".
I see a look of doubt cross your face
and I smile, knowing that I will soon remove that look from your face.

I walk to the bottom of the bed
and fasten each ankle to the corners of the bed
so that you are spread out in all your glory before me.
I know you feel vulnerable,
but I can also see that you are highly aroused,
and I take a minute just to drink in the gorgeous sight of you.
I see you wiggle a bit, 
trying to gauge how much you can move,
and laugh when I sense your frustration.
"Patience, deary, patience."
"Good things come to those who wait."

My preparations almost complete,
I crawl across the bed towards your head
and reach to the night side table to scoop up
a couple of small items.
Leaning over you, 
so that my breasts fall across your shoulder
I nestle down into the crook of your neck and
I whisper in your ear "You are MINE", 
using my tongue to trace the outline of your ear.
"This isn't about control, or force or submission.
This is about giving you the complete freedom to simply enjoy.
Just like I am going to enjoy making love to every last inch of you."
And with that, I take the small earplugs
and fit one gently in each ear canal, shutting off your sound,
knowing that by doing so, you will be totally focused
on each and every touch that I am about to bestow.

Still on the bed beside you, 
I raise up on my knees so that I can take a long look at you.
You can feel the movement through the mattress
and can feel my knees as they press against your side
but I can see by the cautious expression on your face
that you wonder what I am up to, as I decide how I want to proceed.

You sense my weight shift again
and feel the lightest touch of my mouth upon yours.
I'm careful not to let any other part of my body
come into contact with yours,
so our only connection is the brush of my tongue as it circles your lips,
and I draw my head back as you raise yours,
denying you the firmer contact that you desire.

Using the fingers on both hands
I begin to draw lazy lines down both sides of your face,
Starting at your temples, across your eyebrows,
down your nose and across your cheekbones,
behind your ears, and down the sides of your neck.
following your collarbone to the hollow of your neck
where I pause to give you a kiss, nuzzling my nose in the depression there. 
Using a single finger from each hand, 
I trace down your sternum, and then out across your chest,
making a large arc around each nipple,
drawing a spiraling circle, getting tighter with each sweep
until my nails graze the outer edges of your areolas,
feeling the bumps that are starting to rise there.


I use the fingers on each hand to close in on your tightening nipples,
rolling them between thumb and forefinger,
and then tugging lightly upward, making them stand stiff and erect.
Bending my head, I repeat the circles around each nipple with my tongue,
getting closer and closer until I can flick each one with my tongue
before suckling it deep into my mouth.

Once again, I shift forward to kiss you,
this time letting my mouth rest firmly on yours,
using my tongue to open your lips, 
and I let your tongue dance with mine,
drawing yours urgently into my mouth,
gasping as I imagine you entering me in a similar fashion below.

Breaking the kiss, you feel my weight leave the bed.
For a moment, you sense nothing, 
until you feel a warm wetness trickle onto your right shoulder
and continue down the inside of your right arm.
A slightly spicy vanilla scent reaches your nostrils
just before you feel my hands begin to massage the oil into your shoulder.
My firm hands loosen the muscles in the shoulder and up the side of your neck,
before dragging down your upper arm, tracing the separation of bicep and triceps,
examining the joining of your elbow, and working down your forearm.

Taking your hand in mine, 
I massage your palm with my thumbs as I move down to kiss your wrist.
I circle each finger with mine, working the oil into each joint, 
then entwining my fingers with yours. 
As I release your fingers, I take each one deep into my mouth,
wrapping it firmly with my tongue, rolling my mouth around you,
then lightly dragging my teeth along your skin as I withdraw the finger
and move on to the next.

I move to the other side of the bed and repeat the process,
in no particular hurry, 
taking time to enjoy the feel of every muscle in your arms and hands.
Once I'm done, I step back and admire you,
your arms now slick and shiny with oil, 
the flames of the candles reflected in the sheen on your skin.
With a smile, I run my slippery hands over my own breasts,
massaging the remainder of the oil into my nipples,
feeling them already hard with my arousal.

Bending close to the bed, 
I let my breasts fall across your left side, 
and slide them back and forth, 
feeling the friction of your nipple as it bumps against mine.
I move farther up the bed and, placing one knee on the bed, 
I lean farther so that my nipple touches your lips,
and I laugh as I see you suddenly startle,
and your mouth anxiously seeking to find its reward.
I gasp as I feel a sudden shot of electricity move through my breast
as you draw my nipple roughly into your mouth,
and I hang there for a moment, enjoying the sensation of you devouring my tit,
before abruptly withdrawing and getting off the bed.

You sense from the movement of air across your naked body
that I have opened the door and left the room.
A few minutes pass, and you begin to wonder if I've left you there.
Knowing my sense of humor, 
you wonder if perhaps I've decided to go shopping,
or if I intend to leave you there while I watch the latest episode of Boston Legal.
I see relief cross your face when you sense my footsteps
as I re-enter the room, and I see you tilt your head again,
your sign that you are trying to figure out what I'm up to.

I purposely bump against the side of the bed
so that you know I am close,
but I wait another minute, 
watching you squirm within your restraints,
trying to guess where I am going to touch you next.
I see you unconsciously raise your hips, 
trying to draw my attention there.
"Not yet, my dear" I chuckle to myself, "All in good time".

I watch your face flex in surprise
as you feel the sudden touch of heat on your chest.
Something very hot and soft, yet firm,
is stroking your right nipple,
brushing around in a circle, 
leaving a damp trail that, while smooth, is not slick like the oil I was using earlier.
In fact, there is a certain friction between your sensitive skin
and what you have now decided is a small paintbrush.
I see you arch your back to raise your left side towards me,
because you know that in my preference for symmetry,
your left nipple is about to feel the same delicious warmth.

Once that is done, you feel the trail of liquid heat
move down the centre line of your chest, down your abdomen,
forming a puddle in your navel, before continuing downward.
Just how far will it go?
The brush passes through your curls
and you feel my hand touch your cock for the first time,
lifting the hardening shaft up and away from you,
so that I can apply the hot brush in long, broad strokes,
spreading the delightful heat along the top, bottom and sides of your organ.



You feel my weight on the bed shift as I put my tools on the side table
and I take up my place kneeling beside you, admiring my handiwork.
As the liquid cools, it gels and contracts slightly,
creating a pleasant, tugging itch that reminds you 
of exactly where my brush has traveled. 
Placing a hand on either side of you to support myself,
I bend to begin my task of cleaning away the sticky substance,
broad strokes of my tongue washing over your chest,
swirling around your nipples as I purr in cat-like delight.
I follow the path downward, alternately licking,
nibbling and sucking on your skin, 
enjoying the warmth of you in my mouth.
My tongue delves deep into your navel, searching for every last drop.
I spend extra time on your curls, grooming you there with my tongue,
before running long flat licks up you shaft, now fully erect,
cleaning each side thoroughly before touching the head.

That task done, I hold your cock firmly upright in my hand and contemplate my dessert.
The dark red helmet that tops your shaft reminds me of 
a cherry that might be placed on top of a scrumptious treat,
with a drizzle of pre-cum oozing from the end.
With a delicate flick of my tongue, I taste those precious first drops, 
their saltiness mixing perfectly with the sweetness of my artwork.
Unable to help myself, I pop the entire cherry of your cock
into my mouth, sucking it firmly against the roof of my mouth.
My tongue cleans the underside, rolling from side to side,
then I loosen my suction so that my tongue can move up and over the top.
Mmmm…..pure heaven. An intense wave of arousal moves through me,
as I feel your cock pulse and twitch in my mouth, 
and as I feel your hips try to buck towards me, 
knowing you want to be deeper in my mouth.
I know it's time to move on, and my mouth leaves you.

I chuckle as I see you wince in frustration,
pleased that my efforts are having the intended effect.
I decide that it's time for you to get a little taste of what I've been enjoying,
and I gasp as I part my nether lips and touch the warm brush to my clit,
spreading the mysterious substance in two long strokes inside my folds.
I crawl back on the bed and move towards your head,
lifting one knee up and over to the other side of your head, 
until I am positioned on top of you, my hands on the headboard for support.
I feel your head lifting and turning from side to side between my legs,
so eager are you for any contact between your lips and my flesh.
I shiver in anticipation as I lower myself towards you, 
until I can feel your hot breath on my open pussy.
With the first touch of my lips to yours, I feel your head lunge towards me,
your nose abruptly hitting my clit and sending a wave of pleasure through me,
before your tongue gets its first taste of the hot butterscotch sauce that I've applied there.
I groan as I feel your tongue go mad, licking and slurping and pulling at my labia,
knowing that the butterscotch has been diluted with my own juices,
which have been trickling down my thighs ever since we started.
As your tongue attacks my clit, I feel those familiar contractions begin deep with me,
and I know that if I don't stop you now, 
I'll lose myself and grind my pussy down onto your tongue, 
letting you bring me over and beyond the edge of orgasm.

Somewhat regretfully, I rise and crawl off of the bed.
Dipping a washcloth into a bowl of hot water that I have nearby,
I wring it out before using it to wipe the remaining stickiness from us,
the roughness of the cloth reminding you of my tongue on your nipples.
I wash your abdomen, your curls, and manhood with care,
before patting you dry with a towel, 
smiling as I see your cock bobbing helplessly before me.
"Don't worry, my sweet, your time will come"
And I bend to give you a kiss, before climbing back onto the bed. 
This time I move to the base of the mattress, kneeling between your spread legs.
Once again you feel the warm trickle of massage oil hit your skin,
starting with the tops of your feet, and drizzling up your shins, to your knees.
Using one hand on each side, I work the oil into your feet,
firm enough not to tickle, lacing my fingers between your toes,
then using my thumbs to spread the oil into the balls of your feet.
With broad strokes of my hands, I massage the oil up your lower legs,
feeling your muscles tense and contract as I move higher, 
running my hands under the backs of your knees, feeling a pulse there.
Now I squirt more oil up your right thigh,
dropping it from sufficient height so that you feel the impact
as the path heads towards your groin, 
stopping just short before repeating the process with your left thigh.

Leaning forward now over one leg, I slide my hands up your thigh,
fingertips spread wide and held firm, moving in circular motions as I progress,
barely reaching the crease where leg joins hip before switching to the other side.
Beginning again at the knee, I again spread upwards, 
but this time my kisses trail behind my hands, and I work from the outer thigh
by your knee, crossing my way over top as I head north, 
until I am kissing your inner thighs where they begin to brush together.
I grin as I see that my progress up your thighs has once again captured your attention.
Your manhood, which had begun to relax as I massaged your feet, 
is once again showing vigorous signs of life at my approach.

I see a smile spread across your face when you sense a generous stream of oil
fall on the tip of your cock, to dribble down the sides, over and around your balls, 
oozing between the crevice of your buttocks to the sheet below.
I feel your legs tense and notice you hold your breath as you wait 
for the touch that you know is coming.
I start by placing a palm under your sac, lifting slowly 
until I feel the weight of you in my palm, then I place the other hand on top.
Cradling your balls in between my hands, I gently roll them, 
feeling the slipperiness both within and outside of the sac.

I use one hand now to work the oil up from the base of your cock,
using a firm stroke of the hand to spread it up around your shaft,
until the mushroom-shaped head is rolling in my palm.
I find myself mesmerized by the sight of the head of your cock
disappearing and then reappearing as I stroke you.
My one hand continues to stroke you, while the other slides back off of your balls
to follow the trickle of oil that has disappeared between your legs.




Give and Take



I hear your sudden intake of breath as my finger glides along the smooth sensitive skin
that leads a path back to your dark star, 
and I feel you shiver as my finger lightly massages that crinkled rim.
Your cock jumps in my shifting hand as I apply just enough pressure with my finger
to lightly penetrate you, not far, but enough to let you know that I want to explore every part of you. 

I sense that this new stimulation may be too much for you, 
as your cock pulses madly in my hand, but I'm not ready for you to cum just yet, 
so I ease back my finger and remove my hand from around your shaft.
My hands, still very slick with oil, move their way up your chest,
and I follow with my body, flowing up and over you. 
Unbeknownst to you, I have spread some of the same oil over my breasts,
so that my torso glides with ease up over yours,
my tits first sliding up and around your cock before trailing up your abdomen,
to rest pressed tightly against yours as I lay with my full length on you.
My mouth finds yours and I am now consumed with lustful hunger,
eager for the oral stimulation of your lips and tongue, 
even as I slide my body side to side over yours.
My nipples stiffen once again, and I feel a fresh flow of wet heat between my legs
as my arousal rises to an all-new high.

Once again I rise and move off of the bed, going to the footboard
where I loosen the ties around the posts and move them towards the center,
so that your legs are closer together.
I reach for something on the bedside table before returning to your side,
and I lean over to give you another kiss before dragging a new item
over your abdomen and chest.
I see your forehead frown in concentration as you try to guess what this new object is.
You note a certain cool hardness, but also length and flexibility.
To ease your bewilderment, I trail the item up and over your face,
sliding the long strand of faux pearls through your lips,
letting your tongue taste the size of the pea-sized beads. 
Your eyebrow arches comically; you now know what it is, but what is it for?

I lift the strand and let it lightly flow down your neck, 
pulling it snakelike across your chest, moving it farther down your abdomen,
letting it puddle in a pile around your navel before tugging it southward once again.
I see a sudden look of concern cross your face as you try to guess my intentions. 
No, silly. Not there. Not this time, anyway.
I grab your cock with my left hand, holding it tall and proud, 
and with my right hand I thread the first few inches of the strand around your shaft,
and continue to work thus in a spiral, winding the pearl necklace around you
until your entire shaft is encircled in the pale white beads,
with the shiny surface of each bead reflecting the candles around the room.
What a magnificent sight!

I wrap both of my well-oiled hands around your bead-encrusted member,
applying just enough pressure so that you can sense the dozens of individual beads
as they roll against you, a multitude of fingertips caressing you.
My hands move up and down and twist from side to side,
creating a range of movements that you have never felt before. 
I see generous drops of precum oozing out from between the pearls 
and I lean down to savor them greedily with my tongue.

That taste is enough to set me off, and once again I'm overcome by my own lust.
I straddle your hips, and unwind the beads so that your shaft is once again
fully exposed to my hand.
I place the necklace around my neck so I can feel it swing across my breasts, 
and I lean forward to remove your blindfold,
wanting you to see me, and to look into your eyes as I continue.
Wrapping one hand firmly around your shaft, I begin to stroke you,
firmly and purposefully.
With my other hand, I reach down and spread my lips, 
shuddering as I brush the head of your cock against my clit.
I'm slippery with a mix of oils and my own juices, 
and your tip glides deliciously and smoothly against me.
As I continue to stroke you, I rub you down my lips and back up again,
back…and forth…moaning each time the slit of your cock passes over my clit.

Caught in your gaze, I watch you as I rock back and forth while stroking you,
using you to please myself, feeling your shaft getting even harder in my hand
as I become more frantic in my movements.
The pearls are bouncing across my slick breasts and my face is starting to bead with sweat as my speed increases.
My grip tightens on you as I feel the semen begin to rise through you,
and I hold the tip of you still against my clit, whimpering in anticipation.
The first splash of your hot fluid sends me over the edge, 
and I continue to flick the head of your erupting cock against my clit,
my pulses matching yours, the bliss of our climax bringing tears to my eyes. 

Finally spent, I collapse against you, reaching up to undo the scarves that hold your wrists, and to remove the earplugs from your ears. I slide to your side, curled up with my head against your chest, my arm around your waist. "Thank you" I whisper "for taking what I had to give, and for giving me what I needed to take.

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Give and Take



Anastacia walked through the club, her body rocking to the beat. She turned her head this way and that, looking for someone. She wasn't sure who she was looking for, though. She went to the bar and ordered a drink, turning to watch the crowd. Since she was female and alone, men came up to her and tried to talk to her, to get her to dance, but she ignored them, as she was looking for some beautiful, sweet woman flesh tonight. 

Her eyes roamed the crowded room, peering in between bodies to find more bodies. Across the room, she saw exactly the woman she wanted. The girl was sitting amongst a group but she didn't seem to fit in. She even had a drink in front of her, but didn't touch it. She seemed unhappy. Perfect.

The girl looked around and Anastacia met her eyes. She smiled at the girl and the girl smiled shyly back, a small blush coming to her cheeks. Anastacia nodded her head to the right, the girl looking that direct and after thinking about it for a moment, nodded. They met on the far side of the club from the thumping speakers, grabbing a small table for themselves. Anastacia looked her over now that she could get a better look at the girl.

She was shorter than Anastacia by about five inches and really cute. They had similar hair styles, both having dark hair with colored streaks, Anastacia having red streaks, her companion having purple streaks, with matching glasses, which made her just that much cuter.

"Thanks for coming over," Anastacia said, putting out her hand. "I'm Anastacia, but you can call me Ana." 

"Hi, I'm Sarah. Thanks for the invite," Sarah said. "Everybody I'm with wanted me to come out with them to look for guys."

"You're here to find a guy," Anastacia said as she sipped her drink. Sarah shook her head. "I don't come to clubs to meet someone."

"Funny," Anastacia said with a grin. "Before, you said 'look for guys.' This time, you said 'meet someone.' Do you like girls, too?" Sarah looked away quickly, her cheeks flushing. When she looked back, she looked down at the table and nodded. "Hey, it's okay," Anastacia said, reaching across the small table to take Sarah's hand. Sarah didn't pull away. "Come on," Ana said, pulling gently on Sarah's hand. "Let's go somewhere quiet and get to know each other."

"I can't," Sarah said. "My friends..." "Are so drunk, they won't even know you're gone," Anastacia said. "Look. They already have you space filled." She pointed back to the group and Sarah saw that another girl had taken her space on the couch and nobody had even come to look for her.

"Let's go," Sarah said, her voice angry. Anastacia smiled, nodding her head.

They got up and walked out, holding each other's hand. They stepped out into the cool night air, both shivering and huddling close together against the chill. Without warning, Anastacia grabbed Sarah's arm and pulled her into an alley, her mouth cutting off Sarah's protests as Sarah was pushed up against the wall. Sarah gasped as Ana shoved her leg between Sarah's thighs, grinding herself against the girl.

"You taste so good," Ana said, pulling away from Sarah's gasping mouth. Sarah's hands were inside Anastasia's coat, feeling the large breasts through her cotton shirt, the cool air and their shared arousal making both girls' nipples hard. They pulled at each other, hands and tongues moving randomly. For several minutes, they teased each other, both excited and wanting to get out of the cold, but neither wanting to leave the alley. Finally, Sarah broke a tongue-tangling kiss.

"Come on," she said breathlessly. "My place isn't far from here and I need you, Ana. Please come with me." Anastacia smiled and nodded, taking Sarah's hand, letting Sarah lead the way. They huddled close as they walked, the trip made longer by the cold.

It was maybe twenty blocks to Sarah's apartment. By the time they got to Sarah's door, they had groped and kissed each other in the lobby and Anastacia had pressed Sarah against the wall of the elevator, just as she had in the alley, her mouth going to Sarah's throat, licking and sucking on it wildly. Sarah had to push Anastacia away when the doors opened, Anastacia following close behind her, pinning her to the door of her apartment and biting her neck from behind and wrapping her arms around Sarah's waist and pushing against her.

"Mmm," Anastacia moaned into Sarah's ear. "I can't wait to lick and taste you." Sarah almost dropped her keys when she heard those words. She fumbled and got the door open, the two of them staggering through the door, Anastacia kicking it closed behind them.

Sarah turned to face Anastacia and they wasted no time tearing at each other's clothes. They made it halfway to Sarah's bedroom, both wearing only their thongs at this point, before they fell to the floor, their mouths locked together, Anastacia on top of Sarah with her hand down the front of Sarah's black panties that had a skull and crossbones on the front. She pushed a finger into Sarah's panties, making Sarah moan, Anastacia owning Sarah's mouth with her own.

Sarah gasped and arched her back as Anastacia expertly found her inner trigger and rubbed it with her fingertip, pushing her thumb against Sarah's nub and plunging her tongue into Sarah's mouth, both of them groaning. Anastacia pulled her finger free of Sarah's wetness and brought it to her mouth, putting the whole thing between her lips and sucking it clean, planting her mouth on Sarah's, Sarah moaning at the slight taste of herself on Ana's tongue.

Ana pushed away from Sarah's wanting mouth and made her way down Sarah's body, licking and sucking her way down, placing herself between Sarah's thighs and wasted no time, pushing two fingers into Sarah's wetness again, catching Sarah's clit in her lips and sucking on it softly. Sarah arched her back and moaned loudly, digging one hand into Anastacia's hair and the other into the carpet.

Anastacia moaned as she caressed Sarah's clit with her tongue, her fingers moving quickly in and out of Sarah, Sarah's hips rising and falling with each thrust of the hand. Gathering a little of Sarah's juice with her thumb, Ana pushed that thumb against Sarah's anus, Sarah's body shaking, her moans growing louder. Ana locked her lips on Sarah's clit and forced her thumb into Sarah's asshole, pumping both hands and rocking her head back and forth, none of these motions happening at the same time.

It took only a few minutes of that before Sarah arched her back again, seemingly bending herself in half backwards, moaning loudly almost to the point of screaming, before her body collapsed back to the floor, her body trembling from the strength of her orgasm. Her panting was cut off as Anastacia crawled up her body and pressed her juice-covered lips to Sarah's, Sarah moaning weakly as she tasted herself, wrapping her arms around Anastacia.

Once Sarah had gotten her breath back, they made their way to the bedroom, hands and mouths moving over each other as they went. If you had been able to listen at the door, you would have heard a symphony of moans and groans, soft sighs and keening wails, the occasional sound of a hand hitting flesh, all mixed with the sound of bedsprings squeaking.

They held hands on their way to the shower, both of them leaning on each other due to their wobbly legs. Sarah turned on the water and they climbed inside. Anastacia rinsed her hair and playfully pulled Sarah under the spray with her, the two of them trading kisses and giggles.

After washing each other's hair, Anastacia grabbed the soap and washed Sarah's back while kissing her neck. Sarah turned in the soapy embrace and kissed Anastacia. The kissed each other hard, both of them twisting their tongues around each other's. They bit each other's lips, Anastacia biting hard enough on Sarah's lip to draw blood. Ana moaned and clamped her mouth on Sarah' slip and sucked hard on it, drawing the blood into her mouth, swallowing it gently. Sarah kissed Ana again, loving the lingering taste of her blood on Ana's tongue.

They broke the kiss and smiled at each other, Sarah taking the soap from her hand and slowly scrubbing down Ana's body, slowly lowering herself until she was kneeling and looking up at Anastacia.

Sarah took the bar of soap and began rubbing it against Ana's clit and hood, making Anastacia moan softly. Ana rocked her hips back and forth, her breath catching as Sarah rubbed the soap over her nub. With no warning, Sarah slipped two fingers into Ana's pussy, causing Anastacia to lean against the wall for support. Sarah raised herself up and took a large nipple into her mouth, Ana letting out a groan as he legs almost gave out.

Sarah soaped up her pinkie and pushed it into Ana's anus, three fingers penetrating Ana, the soft soap still rubbing up and down. Sarah took Ana's other nipple, which was pierced, into her mouth and flicked her tongue against the metal bar. Ana tossed her head back and cried out, feeling her body stiffen as her orgasm hit her like a truck.

After a moment, she sagged against the wall, Sarah pulling herself free and wrapping an arm around Ana's waist and lowering Ana to the floor of the tub, letting the water run over both of them. Anastacia regained her feet a few minutes later, the two of them helping each other up.

They turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, gently drying each other off. They walked to Sarah's bed and climbed in together, Ana snuggling up behind Sarah, both of them drifting off into a dozing sleep.

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A few hours later, the sky still dark, Anastacia uncurled from Sarah, whispering to her lover that she would call, Sarah stirring only slightly. Anastacia smiled and kissed Sarah softly on the cheek. Finding Sarah's cell phone, Ana made herself a contact and put Sarah's number into her phone.

She made her way home, opening the door to her house, knowing that He was awake. He was almost always awake. And hungry. He was always hungry. She closed the door quietly and hung her coat on the coat rack. When she looked back into the room, He was standing there, His presence filling the room.

"You're late," He said, His clear, strong, baritone voice booming in the otherwise silent house.

"I'm sorry, Master," Anastacia said quietly, lowering her head. "She was so much fun and very skilled. She wore me out," she said with a small laugh. "She tasted so good, Master." She looked up as she spotted movement and he was next to her.

He looked into her eyes, his piercing blue eyes staring into her pale blue ones. He inhaled slowly, taking in her scent. She looked back at him, not moving her eyes. He kept his brown hair short and his matching goatee trimmed. His teeth, especially the outer incisors, gleamed bright white, even in the darkness of the house.

"Come, child," He said quietly, reaching out His hand to her. "I want to taste her in you."

Anastacia took His hand and followed Him obediently to the bedroom, where he carefully and gently undressed her, laying her down on the bed. Starting with the tips of her toes, He brushed his fingertips down the curve of the arches of her feet and over the ball of the ankle. He traced the outline of her calf muscles and along the inside of her knees, making her giggle softly.

Her legs shifted slightly and her giggle turned to a moan as His hands moved to the insides of her thighs, His soft touch starting to drive her mad with the need for a firmer touch. She could feel his breath on her skin, making her shiver, goose bumps forming almost everywhere. His tongue brushed over her clit, making her hips jerk slightly, His mouth moving up her body slowly, His tongue moving side to side, a small trail of saliva left behind.

He arrived at her throat and pressed his mouth to it just over the large thumping artery. He held himself over her body, the fabric of his clothes drifting softly over her already sensitive skin, making the ache inside her grow. He was waiting. 

"Please, Master," she gasped, her arms going around His neck. "Take me. Please!"

She could hear a soft hiss from Him and then there was the piercing of her skin, His moaning echoing in her ear as she felt the release of blood into His mouth. The sharp, quick pain turned to a sublime pleasure as He sucked on her neck. She could feel His erection growing in his pants, the blood He took from her arousing him both emotionally and physically.

With His moving only as much as necessary, she undressed him as much as she could, not wanting to lose the touch of His mouth on her, but desiring what was to come even more. Her whole body throbbed in anticipation.

She spread her legs and wrapped them around Him, pulling Him to her. He aligned himself and suddenly thrust into her and completed the circuit.

Neither of them understood and Anastacia didn't care why, but when He took her blood and penetrated her at the same time, it seemed to ignore the pleasure center of her brain, her skin tingling like it was on fire, every nerve feeling like it was firing at once. Her back arched and she screamed, her entire body convulsing underneath him, held in check only by his incredible strength.

Torturous pleasure wracked her body, waves after waves of orgasm bouncing her body off the bed. She lost track of everything except the pleasure that rocketed around her nervous system over and over, never seeming to cease.

When her face had turned almost purple and she was on the verge of passing out, did He release his mouth from her throat, licking the wounds to seal them. Anastacia collapsed onto the bed, her whole body shuddering underneath him, only the white of her eyes visible, her lungs working desperately.

He held himself inside her, giving Himself an opportunity to taste the mixture of Anastacia and Sarah's blood. The flavor was intense, the two tangs close in texture, due to the fiery spirit of both women. They were different enough to leave a pleasant aftertaste in his mouth. Anastacia had been right about Sarah. Delicious.

He closed his eyes and savored the combined tastes. His erection throbbed inside her and his blood red seed filled her to almost overflowing, making her groan softly in her post-orgasmic bliss. When He finished, He removed Himself from her and pulled her blanket over her shivering body, placing a soft kiss on her cheek. That night, she dreamt of Sarah. 



Give and Take



Shelley lay sprawled across the bed where Headley had lowered her. With knees spread at the edge and legs dangling, her tanned body glistened with oil from the recent massage. Now, her gorged nipples pouted from the caresses they had received. Headley crouched on his knees between her parted thighs, full on top of her while her arms circled his head and her warm, wet lips sucked sensually on his moist darting tongue. Their moans came in unbroken frequency. She writhed under him and arched her groin, lusting for his rock hard throbbing rod. 

"Don't make me beg," she said.

"Never," he replied. "I told you I'm available to you."

"Then, why are you waiting, you can tell how ready I am."

"Why are you waiting?" he countered, "I've been ready for you ever since you took my cock in your wet mouth."

"Oh, my gawd! Headley, I'm so hungy for you!"

"I can tell. Your steamy juices are everywhere."

"So, take me, then. I can't wait."

"Nope, I'm yours. You take me. Put me where you want me."

"Ohhh!" She groaned, reaching between their bodies. She took hold of his rigid cock, grasping its bulbous mushroom crown with firm index finger and thumb. Pulling it close to her body, she daubed its wetness against the inner lips of her foaming crease, sliding its hardness along the shaft and tip of her swollen clitoris, then thrust him past her entrance. His hips immediately pressed down, smoothly driving himself all the way. Sunk to the hilt, he held his hardness against her inner core.

"Headley! That's so good!"

"Glad you like," he whispered.

" You are wonderful, and so filling. The biggest I've had, but so good." The relief she felt against the fear she had been harboring, was clear from the way her body relaxed and her soft pink walls pulsed against his shaft. 

"Sherry, you are so tight! Baby, you've got one gorgeous body!" 

"I told you, its been a long time." She whispered against his throat.

"I know what you said, but I'm still surprised. I thought the toys you said you played with, would at least have kept you loose." 

"And I thought you would just drive your rough meat in me, like I've heard so often about black men. You even told me once, that you were going to bust me wide open. After all I've heard about black tools, I was a bit scared." 

"And after all I've heard about you white women and your sexual freedom, I really expected you to be loose." 

"So we both had surprises for each other, huh?" 

"Yep. I guess you could say that. So, are you ready to use up my tool or not? I came prepared with my armor to do battle, if you'll dress me."

"Oh yes, sir knight. I'll gladly do the honors."

Headley lifted himself from the bed, trailed by a long crystal thread of cooling precum. Ignoring the wet coil settling on his thigh, he padded to his clothes that were strewn across an armchair. He rummaged through a pocket and came back to Shelley, handing her a flat plastic packet. Her eyes grew large as she took it and gazed steadily at him. 

"Headley, I'm believing you are clean. Am I right in trusting you?"

"Shelley, we have talked a lot. Yes, you can trust me. And I believe I can trust you too. We have even been delightfully joined already today, but it's just wise for us to be careful. For so many reasons. You agree?" 

"I agree. Thanks, Headley, for caring about me. Makes me appreciate you even more." She put the plastic packet between her teeth and tore open the film. Carefully removing the lubricated rubber sheath, Shelley reached for Headley's dripping rod. She slid the thin tube down his shaft, unrolling it with gentleness, her hands stroking him as she worked.

"Mmm, I like that," he said. 

"You do, huh?" She chuckled, then pulled him closer by his cock and placed the tip of it between her lips. She slowly sucked him in, and reaching for his hips, began a rhythmic movement of her head, taking him deep, then pushing back.

"Ohh, you are good!" he groaned. He straddled her chest and reached behind him to find her soft, downy-hair covered mound. His searching fingers found her steamy wet cleft and he began to stroke her clit shaft as she sucked him. Their movements became more and more intense. It was Shelley who first felt the throbbing pulses of approaching climax.

"Please, I want you inside me. I want to have you there when I come."

He abruptly pulled out, breaking her intense pleasure. Instead of entering her, he slid down to kneel between her legs. Pulling them over his shoulders, he took hold of her soft ass cheeks and began to lick inside her thighs.

He glided his mouth inside her knees, working his way up to her soft, swollen vaginal lips. The repeated the movements down the other thigh. Licking, sucking and kissing each side. He shifted from the outer walls to the inner pink core. He found her firm hardened bud and licked it while his lips held and sucked hungrily. He slid a middle finger past his mouth and entered her channel where he insistently stroked her canal as he sucked her.

"Oh, my God!" she wailed, "You're killing me! That's so wonderful!."

Her body arched off the bed and Headley knew she was at the verge of orgasm. He stopped the oral stimulation and removed his fingers. He climbed up her body and kissed her full on her lips, then he sucked her tongue into his mouth, while caressing her breasts. He gave special attention to each of her hard nipples, tweaking, squeezing, massaging, palming them. 

"Headley, I need you, now! Please!"

He positioned himself above her and slowly descended between her thighs. Inch by inch he drilled, always retreating before advancing. Shelley held her breath as spasms of passion coursed like sea waves through her. Her body grew hot and she clasped him tightly as perspiration soaked her. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the magical warmth of her welcoming body. Convulsions of her heated flesh squeezed and released his probing cock. 

"I can't get over how good you feel; how tight you are." He whispered.

"Oh gawd! I can't get over how filling and wonderful you are. Not a monster, but so big and good!" 

"I'm glad you like me... and my size." 

Shelley raised her legs and wrapped them around his back, digging her fingernails in the flesh of his rib cage. She arched upward and shoved her foaming meat towards him, while in perfect timing, Headley surged downward to meet her. Their bodies moved as one as if in a perfect dance. 

"Let's shift positions" she said. Headley inclined his body sideways, rolling under her, and Shelley mounted him. 

With wanton motions, she shoved her hips downward, all the while, frothing liquid leaking down her hot thighs. He lunged up to receive her thrusts, and she caught and gave back his stout filling sword. 

Without warning, Shelley began trembling as a gurgling sound throbbed in her throat and her hips thrashed up and down in wild, frenzied movements. Her head began to whip from side to side as her tongue protruded and a grimace-like grin contorted her face.

"That's it big boy!" She shouted, hurling her ass cheeks into his thighs. "You said you wanted me. Show me how much! You said you'd bust me wide open, now do it! Shove that big tool deep and fill me up. Bust me wide open as you said! Oh Gawd, kill me, Headley, Fuck my brains out! I want all of you!"

"Baby, I'm giving you all I have," he shouted, holding her hips tightly, and thrusting his upward. "Take me, babe. Oh, Shelley, you are incredible. I can't get enough of your tight, sweet body!" 

"And I can't get enough of that big bulging cock. Oh, Headley, give it to me! I want all of it. "

Impulsively, without breaking contact, Headley reversed position, putting Shelly beneath him again, and returned her legs to his shoulders. He grabbed her hair and pounded her body with his turgid tool. 

"Yes! Here it is! Here it comes, Baby!" Headley moaned.

Shelley's body was awash with perspiration as her legs thrashed above his back. Her heels dug into his shoulders. Her mouth hungrily found Headley's and clutched him hard. She clung to him desperately as he pounded her pussy with deep and deliberate strokes.

"Ohh! I'm coming for you, my knight in shining armor! Here it is! Here's my passion and my tight pussy. I'm yours! Agghh!" She dug her fingers deep in his back and screamed in ecstacy, then drove her hips upward in a final lunge of complete release.

In wild delirium, Headley, galloped on, probing her foaming, popping, pussy with his cock. 

Shelley's constricted walls pulsated against his tool, urging him on. His ass clenched tightly as the orgasm built and ripped through him. He bellowed his released and tore his mouth from hers to take one of her hard nipples between his lips. He suckled the nipple hard while the climax tremored through him. He gave a few more desperate thrusts, then collapsed between her sudsy thighs and sweaty breasts. 

"They were wrong!" She murmured. "You are not an animal, you are a tender, virile, loveable man. Maybe a bit more expressive than most I've met, but definitely a wonderful lover."

"Baby, fantasies of white for blacks, and black for whites, will always be different from the reality. But I'll take you any day, over any woman I've ever had. Thanks for giving so well."

"And thank you for giving and taking so well, Sir Headley Thomas Johnson"



Give and Take



Rachel walked quickly down the street towards the building, squirming a bit, feeling the wool of her skirt scratch against her thighs. She wanted to look as professional as possible. Her blazer was a dark blue and underneath was a light blue silk blouse. Matching blue heels completed her outfit. She was happy to finally reach the proper building.

She entered the grand foyer and immediately felt a rush of nervousness. Her palms were already clammy and even though the air-conditioning in the building cooled her down, she felt a trickle of sweat run between her breasts. She bit her lip nervously and looked around, trying not to look out of place. Men and women rushed past her towards the bank of elevators. She followed quickly. Glancing down at the crumpled piece of paper in her left hand, she reread the suite number and company name.

Rachel entered the elevator and sighed with relief. She hit the button for the fortieth floor. No one was talking to anyone else and that helped Rachel think about her plan without distraction.

She was going to visit John Matthews, president of the Maylor Corporation. Her goal was to convince him not to develop Brookdale. She, along with the group she represented, wanted the village to remain small and quaint. If the Maylor Corporation had its way, there would be a thousand new homes in the next three years along with a two-lane highway going straight through Main Street.

Rachel was so deep in thought that she didn't notice the elevator open at her floor. As Rachel stepped out of the elevator, her eyes scanned the area until she was face to face with a cute bubbly blonde secretary sitting at a large oak desk.

Her heart was beating fast. She gulped and tried to calm down her breathing. She felt her legs shaking, which didn't help considering she wasn't used to wearing heels. Taking a deep breath, she took three steps forward.

"I have an appointment with John Matthews. My name is Rachel Wilson."

Blurting out her statement, Rachel felt even more self-conscious then before. She straightened her back and adjusted her skirt and blazer.

"Please take a seat."

She looked around and saw a waiting area with black leather couches. Rachel felt out of place in such a fancy waiting area and her nervousness just increased when finally someone came to see her.

"Are you sure you have an appointment with Mr. Matthews?"

Rachel looked up and saw that the deep voice belonged to a man who looked to be about her age. Knowing that Mr. Matthews was in his sixties, she knew that this was not who she wanted to talk to.

"I made the appointment almost three weeks ago. I am representing the Brookdale Environmental Group. I need to speak to him regarding the new development and the consequences of such actions on the environment."

Rachel smiled proudly to herself. If nothing else, she needed to represent her organization effectively. She thought back to her mother's stories when she first began as an environmental activist. Rachel would not be tying herself to trees or standing in front of bulldozers while wearing recycled clothing and chanting about carbon footprints. She was the next generation of Wilson activists and she would do her mother proud.

"Mr. Matthews is on extended leave. I can meet with you now if you want Ms. Wilson."

She stood up and tilted her head slightly to look into his eyes. He was very familiar to her but couldn't quite place him.

"Do I know you?"

Rachel's voice was soft with a hint of seductiveness. She didn't mean to flirt with him but she couldn't help it.

"Come to my office."

Rachel followed him down the hallway, past a few offices. They reached a door at the end of the hallway and she followed him in.

"Wow. I guess you worked a lot of hours to get a corner office."

Rachel turned crimson the moment she blurted out those words.

"I mean... Never mind."

Without asking, she sat down on one of the leather couches. It didn't occur to her to wait for permission.

"I'm Ryan Matthews, John Matthews's son. I've been helping the staff work through things while he's on leave."

"Ryan Matthews!"

Rachel gasped and clapped her hand over her mouth. Of course, this is why she remembered him. They had gone to school together.

"Has it been that long?"

Rachel blushed, knowing she wasn't making sense. She was blurting out the first thing that came to her mind.

"Sorry. I mean I totally didn't recognize you."

"Based on how you treated me in high school I would have rather you not recognize me."

Ryan's voice was quiet and reserved as he walked around his desk and sat down in his chair.

"So please explain why you are here. The only notes my father gave me regarding this meeting was that someone from a community organization was coming to try to convince him not to develop his land and make millions. Talk."

Rachel pushed her thoughts to the back of her mind and began her explanation.

"Brookdale is a small village outside of Richmond. The population is under two hundred. It is a quiet village with shops and community events happening every weekend. We cannot have such a large housing development. The environmental destruction would be devastating. The effect on the water and sewer system would cause damage to the already delicate vegetation. You need to choose a different area. If not we will take legal action."

Rachel regretted adding the last part. She could see Ryan tense his shoulders. Their eyes met and suddenly Rachel remembered what she had done to him in high school.

"I'm sorry for what I did in high school to you. I was a stupid cheerleader on a power trip. I didn't think that what I did would hurt you. I'm sorry."

Rachel watched as Ryan leaned back in his chair, clasping his hands behind his head. He continued to stare at Rachel, not saying a word. Rachel tried to sit up straight but the longer he glared at her the more she wanted to sink into the black leather.

"I was hurt. You pretended to flirt with me and then suggest we have sex. I went along because the idea that a cute and sexy cheerleader was interested in me was overwhelming. I was happy just to be invited to the graduation party. You played the part of a slut pretty well. I'm surprised you didn't fuck me just to add to the long list of guys you screwed all through high school."

Rachel listened intently. Ryan's voice was thick with sarcasm and anger. He had every right to hate her but to call her names in his office was beyond startling. She was shocked that things had turned so drastically.

"Can we continue our discussion about Brookdale?"

"No we can't. I'm almost happy my father had a heart attack and was forced to take some time off. Otherwise I wouldn't have met you and I wouldn't be able to make the following proposition."

"Proposition?"

He was speaking so calmly yet had a glint of evil in his eyes.

"You fuck me right here on my desk and I'll withdraw our proposal to develop Brookdale. It's quite simple really."

Ryan looked so composed and relaxed, yet he had just suggested that she exchange sexual favors in return for canceling the development plans.

"What?"

Rachel couldn't even put together a full sentence. It wasn't until now that she realized how much she had hurt him all those years ago.

As if he was reading her mind he spoke.

"You have no idea how embarrassed and hurt I was. There I was, naked in the master bedroom of the beach house, eager to have you suck my cock and probably fuck me. You would have been my first you know. I was delirious with excitement thinking that all the nice things that I did for you over the years were finally paying back. I still have the scene in my head. You were kneeling beside me, your pouty red lips eager to touch me. Then your red headed sidekick comes in and starts taking pictures. I remember it all very well. The two of you ran off laughing. What was the most painful was what you said before you left."

Ryan had gotten up and was now standing very close to her, head tilted down to make eye contact with her.

"What did I say?"

Rachel's voice was almost a whisper, as she pressed back against the couch. She was uncomfortable with him so close. Her personal space was being invaded and that made her heart beat even faster.

"You said that I would never be worth anything and I might as well kill myself."

Rachel closed her eyes. In that moment, her body began to shake. She had done and said some very stupid things in high school. She regretted everything that she had done and had thought that she had moved on. She couldn't move on because Ryan was standing right in front of her, his anger, pain, and resentment still strong.

"I'm sorry."

That was all Rachel could say before he grabbed her and held her small wrists tightly in his large hands.

"Make your choice before I make it for you." 

"Yes."

Rachel's voice was barely a whisper as Ryan dragged her to his desk. The hard wood pushed against her thighs and she felt his warm lips against her neck. His lips pressed harder and suddenly his teeth dug gently into her skin. It was so arousing that she forgot how wrong it was. With eyes shut tight, she could feel his hand slide under her skirt and into her panties. In an instant, his thick fingers pushed against her sex.

"You're wet. Does getting dressed up like a slut in order to convince an innocent businessman not to make a multi-million dollar investment arouse you?"

Ryan was breathing so hard now. Rachel felt his chest expand with each breath. His strong muscular body crushed her against the desk.

"Open your eyes."

Rachel did as he asked and looked into his dark steel eyes. She couldn't tell for sure, but she thought she saw a hint of hesitation.

"I'm sorry."

"You're going to give me what you teased me with ten years ago. You're going to fuck me and then leave."

Rachel whimpered. Her body was fighting with her mind. She was trying to stop herself, but her body had other ideas. She reached down and started to undo his pants. She fumbled with the button and zipper, still looking straight into his eyes. She was waiting for him to stop her, but he didn't.

"Suck me."

Rachel dropped to her knees and after pulling his cock out of his pants; she quickly began to suck him. His cock was thick with a throbbing vein on the underside. The tip was a deep purple and she could smell the precum before licking it up with her tongue. She worked her mouth up and down his cock while her small hands firmly gripped his shaft. She concentrated on making him feel as good as possible. Rachel didn't know how long she was sucking, but soon her jaw hurt. She loved the feeling of a hard throbbing cock in her mouth. 

Ryan alternated from placing his hands on the desk for balance and sliding them through her hair. He would grunt, moan, and whimper depending on what her luscious lips and tongue were doing to him. When Rachel slid his whole cock into her mouth, he would grunt. When she simply sucked the tip while jerking the shaft with her hand, he would pant like a dog. Rachel was anticipating his orgasm, but it never happened. Although she felt his cock twitch, he didn't explode in her mouth. She looked up at him, her sultry eyes telling him that she indeed enjoyed this. 

"Get up on my desk."

Rachel looked up as Ryan stepped back. His cock slid out of her mouth with a slurping sound. The trail of saliva from her mouth to his cock was broken and she wiped it away with the back of her hand. She watched him motion with his hands and knew that he wanted her to climb on his desk. She did that and then waited.

"You're going to masturbate for me. Rub you clit. Finger yourself. You're going to tell me how horrible a person you are for playing mind games with me in high school. You're going to leave here feeling horrible about yourself."

Rachel slowly reached down between her legs. Once again, her body was deceiving her mind, making the decision that she was going to listen to this evil man. She knew she should slap him and run screaming from the office, but the thrill of fucking a near stranger in a fancy office was such a turn on for her.

She bent her knees and placed her heels on the edge of the desk. She hadn't worn nylons and she watched as his eyes traced a line from her breasts, down past her hips, to her tapered legs. Her skirt was up around her hips and she knew he could see her white lace panties. When she moved, she felt the wetness between her legs. She hesitated, not sure about this, but he made the choice for her.

"Do it."

Ryan gripped her wrist and pushed her fingers into her panties. He spread her fingers and began to rub her clit hard with her thumb. Rachel's body shook as she relaxed her hand, letting him please her. He was rough with her and she loved it. She gasped and then began rocking her hips back and forth, trying to get him to sped up the rhythm of his hand. He was holding her wrist so tight that she knew she'd have a bruise. He let go suddenly and for a split second, she stopped moving her hand then continued. The look of anger in his eyes told her that he was serious about this.

Rachel took a breath in through her nose and all she could smell was sex. Her odor was filling the room and she could still taste his precum on her lips. Rachel's desire was taking over, her legs began to shake, and she knew she was close. She was gasping for breath as her clit throbbed between her thumb and forefinger. She was pinching it now, increasing how rough she was being with herself. She tried to close her eyes and get herself off, but he stopped her.

"Keep your eyes open. I want you to look at me when you come. I want you to cry out my name when you body thrashes around."

Ryan stepped closer to Rachel. He had his right hand on his cock, stroking gently. His other hand was wrapped around her throat, pushing gently then releasing. She could still breath but if she moved, even a little bit, he could crush her windpipe. She had never been with someone so aggressive and rough. All the guys she had fucked had been perfect gentleman, letting her be the one in control. Rachel needed to be in control, but right now that was not going to happen.

"Fuck."

Rachel hissed those words under her breath. She was close and both of them knew it. Suddenly she was at her peak and she tapped her clit while crying out. A wave of warmth washed over her body and she felt her clit throb as her juices gushed onto her hand.

"Say my name."

Ryan's voice was harsh and echoed in the large room. He tightened his grip on her throat, making her gasp.

"Ryan!"

Rachel continued the assault on her clit, twisting her hand to shove two fingers inside her. She was always very sensitive right after her orgasm. Fingering herself harder, she looked into Ryan's eyes. He continued to stroke his cock, grinning as Rachel pushed herself closer to her second orgasm.

"Did that feel good baby? Did that feel good to cum all over your fingers, knowing what a slut you are. I mean look at you. You're sitting on my desk, masturbating. You're soaking wet so I know you're enjoying it."

"I hate you."

Rachel regretted saying those words the moment they left her mouth. He squeezed her throat tighter and began to grunt. Looking down she saw his hand pumping harder and faster. His cock slapped against her silk blouse and she could see a wet spot where his precum had soaked in. Each grunt made him jerk harder and squeeze her neck harder. Rachel was getting dizzy from lack of air but this was turning her on.

She felt him push her onto her back. She needed to feel her pussy walls stretch around his hard cock. She needed to feel him throb inside her. She wanted him so badly that she didn't care about anything else. She had almost reached her peak for the second time and now she was beyond frustrated. 

"Fuck me."

Rachel reached for his cock, but he slapped her hand away. She watched as Ryan held his cock, aiming it for her breasts. He had a smirk on his face and at that moment, Rachel realized that he was about to orgasm. He wasn't going to fuck her brains out. He wasn't going to give her what she wanted. He was going to treat her like the slut she was.

Thick ropes of cum squirted out and landed on her blouse and blazer. The next rope of cum landed on her face and she cried out in distress. She lay there still, quickly moving her hand away from her pussy as the last spurt landed between her legs. Rachel could smell his cum and felt it seep down between her legs while the drops on her face slid closer to her lips.

Rachel didn't say a word. Neither did Ryan. He stepped back and reached for a tissue from his desk. He cleaned up his semi hard cock and then slipped it back into his boxers. After zipping up his pants, he sat down in his chair.

Rachel sat up. She reached for a tissue and tried to clean herself up. Ryan didn't stop her, but didn't try to help either. She was able to wipe his fluids from her face but there was a large stain on her blouse and blazer. She slid off his desk, fixing her panties and skirt. Still there was silence.

"I'm sorry."

Rachel broke the quietness by repeating what she was feeling at this moment. She was sorry about everything that she had done in high school. Not just to Ryan, but all the guys she had teased and treated badly. She was too numb to cry, but her heart ached. He had done exactly what he wanted to do to her and she had given in. She was a slut and both of them knew it. She didn't even look at him as she walked past him to leave.

Everyone in the office was rushing around so no one noticed her walk past. She entered the elevator and was thankful when she was outside in the warm sunshine. People glanced at the stain on her front but she kept her head high, not wanting to know what they were thinking. She got home and after showering and changing, she was almost able to push what had happened out of her mind. Almost.

It was two weeks later when she received a phone call from Dayna. She was the lawyer that the community group had hired. They had not spoken since the day Rachel had met with Mr. Matthews. Later that afternoon she had called her and explained that the development would not occur and Dayna had squealed with excitement. Today's phone call was not as joyous.

"Hi Rachel, it's me Dayna. I just got a phone call from Anna. The first bulldozers arrived on site today. Maylor Corporation is going ahead with the development. I just got off the phone with Mr. Matthews and he has no record of the meeting you had on April 22nd."

Rachel was thankful she was in her apartment. She sunk down in the nearest chair, her legs shaking as her brain registered what Dayna was saying.

"I met with Ryan Matthews, John Matthews's son. He had a heart attack so his son was taking over."

"I'm sorry Rachel. I was speaking to Ryan Matthews. He denies ever meeting you. According to their records you never showed up for the appointment."

"Fuck. Thanks for the call."

Rachel hung up the phone and immediately grabbed her laptop. Quickly she pulled up the phone number and dialed.

"You bastard."

"You didn't think I was telling you the truth that day in my office, did you Rachel? I mean you made my life a living hell so why can't I do the same?"

Rachel slammed down the phone and burst into tears.



Give and Take



Maggie's the type of girl who looks good no matter what. You know the kind – she could roll out of bed in baggy sweats, her hair a mess, and you'd still want to fuck the hell out of her. She has an awesome body – nice, handful-sized tits and a round ass that looks great in tight pants. She's blonde and has these gorgeous eyes that are gray with hints of green in the right light. And Maggie's lips remind me of an expression I haven't heard since high school: DSL's – dick sucking lips. They're full and her mouth isn't at all small. I've thought about those lips lots of times, wrapped around my cock while she squats in front of me, looking into my eyes... damn. I could probably fill a pop can with all the loads I've blown thinking about her.

She and I started working together a couple years ago. Well, closer to three years for Maggie, since she was hired about six months before me. Because of this, Maggie's always been senior when it comes to projects we've worked on. (That might've bothered me if she were a flake, but Maggie has her shit together – very driven to succeed. I am too, but I tend to rely more on my talent than skill.) She and I work well together for two reasons. One, Maggie isn't a cunt. She doesn't abuse her authority and knows when to loosen the reigns. When I'm in the zone and call the shots better than her, she lets me go with it. I appreciate this more than she knows; I've worked with, and for, other people (mostly women with something to prove) who take their authority way too seriously, never bending. If there's one thing I've learned in life, it's that you've got to know how to give and take in all situations. The second reason Maggie and I work well together is because there is some seriously raw chemistry between us. I can't count all the times we've fucked each other with our eyes. Yeah, I've tried to take it further, but Maggie always keeps it on the level. I don't know where she gets the strength – I certainly don't have it. 

Like I said, she always looks good, but Maggie looked even better than usual that day. I could tell there was something going on in her mind; aside from the clothes she wore that showed off her body, there was a kind of energy about her – something in her movement. When it was nearing five, she caught me in the hallway, alone, and hinted that I'd be pleasantly surprised if I stayed late. Her provocative smile told me she meant business, and not the kind that comes with a paycheck. I said there was a good chance I'd stick around cause I had a lot of work to do anyways. (A total lie.)

People started leaving for the evening and the place got scarce. Pretty soon, it was just me, Maggie, and the security guard downstairs. When the last person left, Maggie came into my cubicle and sat on my desk. She put her heels on the arms of my chair so that I could see up her skirt. Looking around to make sure nobody was there, Maggie gazed at me while sliding a finger down her lavender panties. She pulled the finger out and put it in her mouth, sucked on the tip. I was so turned on that my zipper threatened to break. Without saying anything, Maggie stood up and gestured for me to follow.

As I mentioned, I've tried to pick up on Maggie lots of times, but she's always played hard to get. Who the hell knows what made her change her mind now. I was too damn excited to think about it.

She took me into the supply closet, pulled the chain to the hanging lightbulb (you know the kind), and closed the door. My heart was racing like a kid's on a first date. We started kissing, and I felt her up through her blouse and skirt. We were both short of breath when she pulled away. I moved back in, but Maggie put a hand up, issuing a challenge: she'd fuck me if I undressed her while keeping my eyes on hers the whole time. I'm the type of guy who works best when there's restrictions, so I loved the idea. She cracked a grin and waited for me to do my part.

I grazed the backs of my fingers against Maggie's smooth, pink cheek. My hand moved to the back of her head and removed the clip that held her hair up in twists. Maggie shook out her golden locks, the ends flirting with her shoulders, and her fragrant shampoo washed over me. [I ran my fingers through her silky hair, then seized it, holding her head still while my other] hand explored her breasts, kneading them through her blue button-down blouse. I found her nipple, firm even through her bra, and pinched it just hard enough. I wanted to taste her neck, but I'd be breaking eye contact. Damn, I loved this game!

I let go of her hair and slowly unbuttoned Maggie's blouse. My ears were filled with the sounds of our breathing and my blood pumping hard in anticipation. I really wanted to look at her tits, but again, I couldn't, so I pulled the blouse off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. I could tell that the bra was lavender – matching her panties... nice.

I lowered to my knees and propped her heel on my thigh. My hand crept up her leg, past her black skirt, and indulged in her satiny skin. I teased around the edge of her underwear (it felt like a thong) where I could feel the warmth of her pussy, so near. My hand withdrew, and I undid her skirt, letting it fall to the floor, too. Damn it, I wanted to look at her body so badly! I thought about risking a glance, but I had to show Maggie that I'd play by her rules.

I took her breasts in my hands and kissed her stomach. My fingers curled around the edges of her bra cups and pulled them down, exposing her tits (which I almost looked at but caught myself). I got back onto my feet and raised my head to her chest, where I sucked on her firm nipples, my gaze still locked with hers. I could tell she liked it by the sounds she made.

I brought myself up to full height and wrapped my hands around Maggie's back, brought her close to me, our noses almost touching. I unclasped her bra and pulled it off – one more for the collection at our feet. My hands traversed the supple expanse of her back, lowering to her round ass. I slid my fingers inside the straps of her thong (yeah, it was a thong) and gently pulled down. It brushed past her thighs on its way to the floor. One of my hands snaked between her legs, and I palmed her pussy. She groaned; I could feel her wetness all over my fingers. I started to circle her clit when I noticed that she was shaved bare. 

I'd followed Maggie's rules, played her game. All that remained were her heels and her glasses, both of which I wanted her to wear when she sucked me off. It was her turn...

She pressed her naked body against mine and leaned in close. "So what do you think?" she asked, her breath warm in my ear. 

I grinned devilishly, my hands caressing her skin. "I think we should have done this a long time ago."

She grinned back.

"And I think," I said, pausing for effect, "that I want my cock in your mouth."

Maggie bit her lip and started to lazily unbutton my shirt, running her hands over my shoulders and chest. She lowered herself while keeping eye contact. (Following her own rules... damn, Maggie's good.) I felt one of her hands on my ass, and the other massaged my stiff dick through my jeans. Her touch was incredible, even through the thick fabric. She unfastened my belt and fly and pulled my jeans down just a bit. I could feel the faint moisture of precum as my prick shifted in my boxers. She curled her fingers around it and slowly stroked me through my underwear. I put a hand on her head, my fingers entwining with her hair, and began to grind my hips against her grip.

Maggie leaned in and put my head in her mouth. The dampness of her saliva soaked through my underwear. Goddamn, she was a tease! But I'd been waiting over two years for this, so I wasn't in a hurry. She finally slipped the boxers down; my cock jumped up past the elastic band. She put her hands on the backs of my thighs and brushed her barely-parted lips against my swollen tip. Her tongue sneaked out and tickled it, circled it. Her touch was so light; she let gravity do most of the work. Then, without warning, Maggie pushed herself forward and took it all in. Her mouth closed around me, lips at the base, and she held me in for a long time. I could feel my head touching her throat. My hand tightened around her hair as I gasped. Her eyes narrowed seductively, and I couldn't help but force myself in deeper. She gagged a little, but took it.

I finally pulled her off my cock and watched the spit drip away. Maggie took a moment to catch her breath. Then she grinned provocatively and attacked with new fervor, bobbed on my dick for all she was worth, her hands caressing my thighs and ass. My mouth opened in pleasure as I met her rhythm with my hips. She teased me every so often, licking my balls or tonguing my shaft. I always imagined Maggie as knowing what she was doing, and she was proving me right.

I took in the sight of Maggie's body and admired the way her thighs looked spread apart. As she bobbed away from me I caught a glimpse of her cunt, and I felt the urge to taste it. I pulled her up to her feet and backed her against a shelving unit. We kissed passionately – tongues massaging. My mouth inched its way down her body, stopped to suck on her nipples. I got to my knees and raised one of her thighs up and over my shoulder. I sucked on the inside, leaving red "O's" all over (she'd see those tomorrow). My lips worked closer and closer to her pussy, which was so near I could smell it. I traced her lips with the tip of my tongue – slowly up, then down. Then, all at once, I squeezed her breast, pinching the nipple between my fingers, and slooowly dragged the flat of my tongue from her hole all the way up to her clit. Anyone just hearing her moans might've thought Maggie was in pain. Far from it.

I tongue-fucked her hole. She tasted so good – better than I imagined. I began to circle her clit, and she gyrated her hips into my mouth. Then, my piece de resistance... I put my lips on Maggie's clit and sucked it into my mouth, held it there while my tongue danced and rippled over it. Her body began to quiver and her breaths became gasps; she was going to cum. Her hips worked furiously, smothering me. (I always prefer to make women cum with my cock, but she was so into it that it would be cruel to stop.) I grabbed her ass and firmly held her against me, ate her pussy like a zealot. Maggie's mouth gaped; her brow furrowed; her breath cut short. An open hand crashed on the top of my head, and she clutched my hair. She tightly closed her eyes and let out a string of yells, each accompanied by a spasm of her body that forced her pussy into my teeth. I gripped her ass harder and hung on as she came on my face. My tongue slowed as her convulsions melted into gentle rolls.

Maggie opened her eyes and smiled down at me, panting heavily. I stood, put my arms around her. She moaned into my mouth, tasting herself on my tongue as we fervently kissed. I then had her take off my pants and underwear and told her to turn around, put her hands against the shelves. I slowly jerked my cock while admiring her curves – the way her back tapered into a slim waist, fanned out at her plush ass, and bent in again at her perfect thighs. Her tall heels made it all look even more delicious. I moved closer and kissed her shoulders, pressed myself against her. 

"Are you ready?" I asked, my lips next to her ear.

"Yes," Maggie said. "Take me."

She spread her legs and arched her back. I rubbed the tip of my cock against her lips, lubing it with her juices. We held our breath together as I slipped my head inside her. I paused for a moment, and then slowly pushed it all in. We exploded into moans. I held her in my embrace, squeezing in intense pleasure; she put her hands over mine and squeezed back. I pumped into her – not quick, not slow. I reveled in every bit of this magnificent woman, kissing her neck and feeling her skin.  

Maggie was such a good fuck, and I loved the way she told me how she wanted it. My pace increased as I slammed into her. I started getting really into it – too much so. Maggie must have noticed. She turned to me and kissed my lips, and then lowered me onto some flattened cardboard boxes that'd fallen onto the floor. I lay on my back and she stood over me, her heels next to each of my hips. Our eyes met and she started toying her clit with one hand and her nipple with the other. I jerked myself, looking up at her pussy and her round breasts. I wanted to be inside her again, but the anticipation was so hot. We did that, masturbated for each other, for a good minute (a long time during sex). When the tension was so thick that it was painful, Maggie lowered herself onto me. She let my head get just past her lips and moved herself up and down ever so slightly, fucking just that inch. I called her a tease... and something strange happened. We both started laughing uncontrollably – really cracking up! And I can't tell you why. If I had to guess, I'd say it was our way of defusing about two years of sober professionalism, or maybe it was the absurdity of fucking in the supply closet at work. Who knows... When the hysteria ended, we kissed with a smile and she lowered herself all the way down on me, put her hands on my chest and began riding. Her ass bounced just enough to get the deepest penetration without nearly breaking my pelvis like some girls have. (I'm talking to you, Jess...) I caressed her tits and gently tweaked her nipples. 

After a while, Maggie tossed off her heels and got on her knees. She did that move I love so much – rolled her body on me. I responded with intent hip thrusts. We were so good for each other – art in motion. She knew it too, and bent down so we could communicate with kisses. One of several perfect moments we shared that night. 

Maggie pulled away from my mouth and leaned back, putting her hands on the floor. She arched her back and began fucking me resolutely, each movement focused. I could tell she had a goal in view, and I was ready for it. I ran my hand from Maggie's breast down to her pussy and thumbed her clit in time with our hips, wanting to see if I could give her both a clitoral and vaginal orgasm at once.

"Yeah, like that," she said, her eyes tightly shut and her mouth open with heavy breaths.

Her tempo sped up and I met her, stroke for stroke. Her moaning grew louder, and I felt my cock tingling, throbbing. 

"Fuck," I said, holding my orgasm until Maggie started hers. 

She threw her head back and screwed me real hard. Her body began to shudder and I felt her pussy tighten as she came on me. That put me over the edge; I nodded, hinting that I was about to cum. Several moments, tense as taut wire, passed as we prolonged our bliss. Our moans grew. 

I felt an icy heat all over. I reached down and she pulled off of me. She started to roughly finger her clit, inches away from my swollen head. 

"Cum on my pussy," she managed to force out between gasps. 

I grabbed my cock, wet with her cum, and jerked myself. The pressure built to an unbearable pitch; I howled, spraying thick cum up and all over her cunt. She kept rubbing herself and began to cum again, yelling with me as she worked my jizz into her clit. 

We spent a good minute catching our breath, looking into each other's eyes. She collapsed on top of me, her arms around my neck and mine around her back. Her hair stuck to my sweaty face and we kissed for a long, long time.

I'm not going to tell you about how we got dressed and said goodbye to each other that evening. It's not all that interesting. What may be interesting to know is that Maggie and I never fucked again. Why, you ask? You tell me. God knows I've tried. But she seems happy to keep it a one-time thing. It's a shame, because she's one of the best I've had. But I noticed that her work has been a little more focused and on point lately. Maybe she needed to get that tension we had out of her system so that she could move on. That might sound kind of uncool, like she used me or something... but whatever – I've used plenty of chicks in the past for worse reasons. And it's not like I walked away empty-handed...

Sometimes I to the taking, and sometimes I do the giving. I'm okay with this.



Give and Take



Nicole's breasts were pressed into my back and arms wrapped around me, clutching me tight. We were both warm and a little sweaty after a good, hard, late-night fuck. Her fingers raked through my pubic hair tickling me with a soft, light touch. We were both drifting, close to sleep when I decided to casually throw it out there.

"Have you ever been curious about trying anal sex?"

Her fingers stopped their wandering abruptly. The silence seemed to hang forever and I fought to not tense up my body in apprehension. Keep it casual...

"Anal? No not really, although now that you mention it, it does sound pretty kinky."

Oh, really? Back from the brink... Play this cool...

"Yeah - I thought so, too. I have to admit to always being a little curious what it would feel like."

I could feel her hot breath on my neck as she was whispering in my ear.

"Mmmm! Oh, yeah... Very freaky! I'm game - I've heard that prostrate massage is supposed to be pretty intense."

"Umm, sweetie... you don't have a prostrate."

"I know that, silly........ You do."

Uh, what? With an uncomfortable laugh, I replied...

"Oh, sweetie... I wasn't talking about my ass. I meant me doing yours."

There was another long, uncomfortable pause. I was beginning to regret bringing this up. Finally, I felt her warm lips on my neck. She sprinkled me with soft kisses, working closer and closer to my ear.

Her voice was low - she was almost purring. "I know exactly what you meant, and I'll do it, too. You can plough my virgin ass until you pump it full of your cum. BUT... only if I get to do you first. Goodnight, sweetie"

With that she plunged her tongue into my ear and moaned before biting me hard on the earlobe. My heart was racing and my head began to spin. What? What was she proposing? This is NOT what I imagined!

She untangled her arms and legs from mine and scooted back to her side of the bed. She reached out and stroked her hand across my ass. Her touch felt wonderful until she shocked the hell out of me by snaking a finger into my crack and lightly scratching right over my bud with her long, manicured fingernail. I jumped from the unexpected contact but I couldn't deny the electric charge that ran straight to my cock. She cupped my ass and gave it a good squeeze before rolling over.

"Think it over."

---------------------

I was thinking all right. Thinking about how the hell I had ended up in my current position - laying on a paper-covered table in a brightly lit treatment room with my legs pulled to my chest while a 20-something, blonde woman smeared hot wax all over my balls and ass. Each pull of the paper produced the same exclamation.

"Fuck!"

I had an entirely new appreciation for women's grooming rituals. God bless them for doing this for us.

I kept muttering under my breath, "What the fuck am I doing?"

Diane, my 'technician,' had my cock firmly in her grasp, pulling it obscenely away from my body to pull the skin taught. With another swipe of the wax she finally said, "Oh, don't worry about it. A lot of guys do this for their boyfriends."

Through my teeth I was able to gasp, "Oh no, I'm doing this for my girlfriend."

"Right." She smiled and went back to her work. A few moments later she whispered, "Wait, you're serious, aren't you."

"Yeah."

She must have been able to read all over my face why I was in the spa today.

"Kinky."

And that was all that we said until she helped me up and handed me a mirror to admire her handiwork. Bare. Red, angry, and bare - that was all I could think until I ran my fingers across the skin. Ok, add smooth to that. Very, very smooth.

I gave her a big tip as I checked out at the main counter. She just winked and said, "Enjoy!"

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It was the third day in a row that I'd given myself a light enema in the early afternoon per Nicole's instructions. The anticipation was killing me but she was crystal clear that it would happen when she wanted it and that I should be constantly ready for her to take me.

The doorbell rang, snapping me out of my contemplation. I opened the door to see Nicole wearing a long coat over black pants with red heels. I croaked out a hello as she stepped inside. I took her coat as she slipped it down her arms revealing a nearly sheer, low-cut white top framing deep, eye-popping cleavage. 

Turning back from the closet, I was pinned against the wall as Nicole attacked my mouth with her own forcing her tongue into my mouth and gripping my hair by the roots. Our tongues battled in and out of each other's mouths. When she pulled back, I gasped for breath. She only stepped back and pointed to her feet.

"On your knees. I want a blowjob."

I gazed down her body past the mountains of flesh bound by her straining top. She was wearing a tight pair of black dress pants that hugged her every curve. Simply beautiful.

There was one thing that was completely out of the ordinary, however. The clinging fabric revealed a decent bulge and the outline of a stiff cock pushed down one of her pant legs. I dropped to my knees, looking up into her eyes. She took my hand and placed it on her 'cock' - making me stroke it through her pants as she smiled down at me.

"Take it out."

I began fumbling with the clasps until I was able to pull her pants open and push them down a few inches. She was wearing a pair of black latex panties that clung to her sex. Fastened to the front, however, was a bright red, jelly cock. I reached inside and tugged it free of its confines.

I knew how she wanted to play this now. This wasn't just about pegging my ass; this was about control. My pulse echoed in my ears as I began to jack her off without hesitation. This was more than I'd bargained for, but I was eager to please her. Slowing my strokes, I tentatively placed the tip to my lips and sucked on the head of her "cock." It tasted of floral soap, but not unpleasantly so.

She stepped back and leaned against the wall as I began to lick and suck at her. After a few minutes she grabbed me by the hair and thrust in and out of my mouth, pushing the fake cock nearly into my throat. I did my best not to choke on it as she fucked my face rhythmically.

"God, I feel so powerful. Suck my cock, you dirty slut." Turned on by the humiliation I pushed her as deep as I could go until I felt my lips touch the cool latex of her panties. I took a few deep breaths through my nose before she pulled me off her and pointed to the bedroom.

I quickly stripped naked as she waited, then helped her take her pants down. She slipped the red stilettos back on, perfectly matching the deep red of her cock. She pulled her top and bra off leaving her in nothing but the heels and the strap-on. Stepping close to me I could feel her hard nipples against my chest while both our rigid cocks rub against each other. She took one in each hand and gripped them tight at the bases.

"Mmm, so smooth and soft, but mine's bigger than yours. I can't wait to hear you beg me to fuck you with it."

She spun me around and bent me over the footboard, pushing my face into the sheets and pulling my ass up into the air. Her fingers traced my balls, over my taint, and up and down my crack before lingering at my entrance. She slowly circled the bud as I felt her dribble lube onto her finger. It ran down into my crack as she rimmed me. I'd never felt anything so amazing. My already sensitive, hairless ass was tingling as she continued her lazy circles, slowly applying pressure until the tip of her finger broke through my ring.

I grunted at the intrusion, but she just laughed. "That's nothing sweetie, wait until I've got my thick cock pressed into your ass."

She worked her finger in and out, loosening me up until she could fit a second and then a third finger inside. She poured more and more lube on her fingers until it was running all over my ass and even down my thighs.

"Ooh, you're so wet. Did I do that to you? It is a good thing I've got you naked or you'd be soaking your pretty panties. I think you're ready for it now, don't you?"

I didn't say a word, only sucking in air as I felt her fingers leave my ass. It was quickly replaced by the tip of her jelly cock.

"Pull yourself open for me!"

My face turned scarlet as I reached back to grip each of my cheeks and held them apart. The wet head of her cock pushed past my ring in a quick thrust and I cried out. She held steady, though, neither advancing nor retreating.

"Gentle or rough?"

I froze, unsure of what to say.

"Gentle or rough?" This time her voice was stern and accompanied by a hard smack across my ass.

I couldn't bring myself to look back at her. It was barely a whisper, but she heard it nonetheless. "Rough."

She pushed away my hands and grabbed my hips hard. With no warning she slammed into me until I was full to bursting. Without concern for my comfort she began to ram in and out of me until she'd managed to loosen my ass enough that she could get completely inside me. The smacking sound of her hips against my ass was the only sound louder than me breathing as I gripped the sheets and held on, dancing on my tip-toes, through her brutal assault on my ass.

Every few minutes she'd smack my ass across one cheek or the other leaving a hot, stinging sensation to accompany the burning fullness in my ass. My cock was as hard as it has ever been and was smacking against the footboard with each thrust. She slowed and paused, pulling out of me completely.

I moaned aloud from the sudden feeling of emptiness. The realization that it was a frustrated moan of disappointment was not lost on either of us.

"Get on the bed. Knees forward, ass in the air!"

Moving as quickly as I could I crawled onto the bed, burying my face, and assuming the position she demanded. Her hands roughly pulled me back until my backside was hanging off the edge of the bed. Another big squirt of lube ran down my ass, dribbling onto my balls and cock. 

I heard a buzzing sound and a feminine gasp before I felt the thick red cock force its way inside me again. She resumed her fierce thrusting in and out of me, but this time I could feel a faint buzzing running through my ass and a tremble in her legs. Her pace increased until the slapping of our bodies was nearly deafening. She was panting now and growling as she had her way with me.

"Beg me for it!"

"What?"

"Beg! Beg for it!"

This was totally out of character for Nicole. We didn't really do the dirty talk in bed thing, but she was clearly getting into it tonight. I had no shame left as I shouted into the pillow. 

"Fuck me! Fuck my ass with your big cock!"

"Cum with me. I want to make you cum while I fuck your ass."

Ever eager to please, I reached between my legs and began furiously pumping my cock while she kept working toward her own peak. As she got closer she began a series of long, hard thrusts. I stopped pumping my fist and let the force of her thrusts push my cock through my fingers.

She screamed as her orgasm hit her and rammed into me hard. She ground her crotch into my ass as she rode wave after wave. A few short pulls on my cock and I unleashed a tremendous load of cum onto the sheets beneath me. She leaned into me and I collapsed under our combined weight onto the wet bed. We were both covered in a thin sheen of sweat from the exertion of the fucking we'd just experienced.

Once she caught her breath, Nicole pushed herself up and pulled the huge cock out of my sore ass. She rolled over causing it to flop obscenely in the air.

I reached out and held her hand tight. Smiling at me, all she said was, "If you're that hard on MY ass, I'll fucking kill you!" 



Give and Take Ch. 01



It wasn't the first time that week that Riley was bored. He lolled about in his chair at his workspace, looking around for something to get on with.

Time was ticking by so slowly. For a Thursday it was dragging, and even though a lot of work had to get done, the unit was up to a full team -- where the term 'many hands make light work' would be appropriate.

He was well aware that the boss wasn't around, and that had been the case for the past thirty minutes that afternoon. Every so often he'd peer up from his screen to have a quick look at the section's door to make doubly certain he wasn't flying back over to his workspace.

"Run out of work?" A familiarly chirpy voice was heard to say behind him before a hand placed itself on his shoulder.

He would've jumped a foot in his chair if it weren't for the fact that he was practically curled up. He sharply peered up to find himself looking into a pair of sparkling green orbs. "R-Ryan," he hazily stated, "you scared me." The shorter blond-haired male smirked playfully. 

"Don't worry," he noted. "I won't tell anyone if you don't."

Riley sat up in a more formal position. "You've run out of work too?"

Ryan nodded. "For the past hour." He placed his other hand on his hip. "I don't understand why they don't just let us go home for the day."

"'Cause we're on contracted hours maybe?" The brunette resentfully turned back in his chair, deciding to go back to absent-mindedly completing his half-finished necklace with the paper clips scattered about on his desk.

"But still...it isn't fair. They can't expect us to sit around and do nothing up until the time we go -- can they?"

"Well, they can and they will." He shrugged.

"Got any plans for the weekend?"

He shook his head slowly. "Same thing every weekend," he replied. "We go out on the Friday to get something to eat, do our own thing and go to bed late."

His reply prompted a playful smirk to play upon the blond's lips.

"What's so funny?"

"You're so predictable, Ri," Ryan noted teasingly. "You should live a little."

"I can't," Riley explained, "and you know why."

"I know -- cause of *her*."

"*Her* has a name."

They quickly ceased their playful exchange of words when their boss was seen to storm through the door and make his way back to his desk. 

Riley brought up one of the programs on his screen and flitted his gaze back to it when the boss heavily sat down in his chair. He resented the fact that he had to have his obese excuse of a boss working directly next to him. Something caught his eye, and he looked over to see Ryan going away from his workspace and tilting his head towards the department's door -- his way of silently getting across to him that he wanted a word with him. He frowned in confusion. 

What could he possibly want at that time? Didn't he know that the boss was...right there...next to him? Drawing in a small sigh, he went away from his desk and followed the blond into the male toilets. "What is it you want?" He asked resignedly. "You do realise that he's come back, don't you?"

"Come out with me," the shorter of the two suggested. "You and me on Friday night."

"No," the brunette suddenly replied, "she'll suspect something." 

He had a point, of course. His girlfriend of two years was awfully possessive of him. She simply said it was because she was worried about him -- he secretly put it down to jealousy. He would never cheat on her, but he was hard-pushed to if she was going to keep suspecting him of doing it in the first place.

"You shouldn't care about what she does or thinks," Ryan stated boldly. "It's up to you -- she's not your mother. How old are you now?"

He looked away slowly. "Twenty-nine."

"My point exactly." The blond placed his hands on his shoulders. "You and me Friday night. No one else. Just us."

"To go where?" Riley asked in protest. "And do what?"

He smirked to himself. "To go out together tomorrow night and enjoy ourselves."

****

Friday morning. Riley came into the work's toilets and noticed that Ryan had come in early and was doing something to his eyelashes. He raised an eyebrow at the blond's ministrations but tried to think no more of it. "You're in earlier than usual."

He didn't as much as jump or flinch and he peered over at him. "Hey, Ri," he greeted casually, not at all put off by the fact that the brunette had caught him doing something out of the ordinary. "So are we on for tonight?"

He nodded slowly. "It took a lot to convince her, but she let me go."

"Good." A playful smirk crept across his lips. "I'm pleased about that."

Riley disappeared into one of the cubicles and locked the door.

"I wanna cheer you up," Ryan went on, as he finished wiping the thick mascara off his eyelashes, "and now I can take you to those places where I can do that."

"So we're going on a pub-crawl?"

"Sort of," he replied, "but classier."

The taller male felt a buzz of heat pulse through him after the blond had said he wanted to make him feel good. He knew he meant to cheer him up, but his thoughts turned to something else. Him and Ryan -- it sounded odd and he shouldn't assume that he felt anything towards him.

"I'll pick you up at seven tonight, then," Ryan suggested.

"B-but going on a pub-crawl," Riley suddenly stated, "would mean that we'd be...drinking, wouldn't it?"

He nodded, smirking slightly. "Don't worry," he reassured him amusedly, "I've got this all planned out."

****

Riley had no idea what to wear later on that night. What he had was mainly dark, and he knew full well that Ryan was the sort not to stray away from bright colours. They would make a right pair -- both dressed to clash.

It suddenly made him question why the blond liked dressing so vividly -- even at work the odd splash of colour showed up, and it didn't seem to bother him that as what they did was such a messy job the clothes would've gotten marked with oil. He stuck with black, as did everyone else -- but Ryan was not a conformist.

A pair of brightly set headlights flashed across the road outside, and he inwardly berated the other male for driving even if he was intending on drinking. Ensuring he was set to go, he left his place -- not expecting to see a shiny white limo had pulled up. The driver wasn't even Ryan, but he opened the back door for him to get in. He dimly thanked him, and got a massive shock when he noticed the short blond had made himself comfortable in the back of the limo.

"Told you I had this all planned out," he teased, taking hold of his wrist and pulling him further towards him. He was dressed in a long, sparkly green t-shirt paired with extremely tight black jeans. He wore a pair of long, almost thigh-high black boots and had caked on a fair bit of make-up, which made Riley wonder where he got that. He'd also applied some gel to his fine blond hair and had worked it through the ends to make them spiky. "I hope you're feeling up for it," the blond spoke darkly.

"Up for what?" The brunette frowned, inwardly hoping that Ryan wasn't planning on going to any places dressed like that.

"You'll see."



Give and Take Ch. 02



Once out of the limo, Ryan escorted Riley to the bouncer who was guarding the bar he was so keen on them getting to.

The brunette was led through a partially dark tunnel that they had to pass through before coming to the actual bar. He was taken to the VIP area of the bar and a male attendant dressed in what appeared to be a woman's babydoll and stockings approached their table. "May I take your order?" He asked them, his bright blue eyes momentarily flitting to Riley, drinking in his form, before settling on Ryan.

The brunette stayed stock-still whilst the blond ordered a pitcher. Just what was going on? Who were all those people? And why were they dressed all quirky like his friend? "You must've wanted to come to this place tonight," he noticed out loud.

"What makes you say that?"

"Well, the other people here are dressed so..." He glanced around at the exclusively dressed people dotted around the bar's walls and floors. "...colourful."

"It's a gay club, Ri," he replied, "but if it bothers you that much..."

"No, it doesn't bother me at all." He sat further back in the chair he was in. "I like it."

Ryan nodded slowly. "Would you think I'd have wanted us to come here for fun?"

"No, I guess not..." Riley appreciated his girlfriend's concerns about the smaller male being 'quirky' and that there might have been some truth to what she meant, but he accepted the fact that he did something not every other guy would do and that was fine.

"So it doesn't bother you?" The blond thankfully took the pitcher from the attendant when he arrived with it on his tray.

"What you do is up to you," he shrugged.

"I'm glad you've said that," the blond drew in a small sigh, "'cause there's something I've been meaning to say to you for a very, very long time and I don't want it to hurt you."

"Ryan," the brunette placed a hand on his, "you're my mate. Whatever you say won't hurt me."

Ryan gasped in shock at the fact that Riley's body was almost touching his as he leant closer to him. "So would I hurt you if I did something?"

"No," he spoke carefully, "although it depends on what it is."

With no word of warning, he closed his eyes and pressed his lips against his. He felt such a warmth of pleasure go through him as they connected and he gently slid his lips onto the brunette's lower lip, drawing out a small surprised whimper. 

They withdrew and the blond snaked an arm around the other's waist, allowing his index finger to slide up and down the small of his back. "I think I love you, Ri," he admitted, "and that I have done for a very long time."

"I'm taken," he dimly replied.

"But when have you had the smoothest of times lately?" Ryan intuitively stated.

Riley shuddered from the caressing, and he found that the touch was making him relax.

"I can tell you're not happy in your relationship," he went on, "and I know that I can make this so much better."

"How?"

"We can leave this place once we've had a drink or two. Then we can either go on to another place or go back to my place. If you wanna have fun -- if you wanna have pleasure, then come back with me and I can make that happen."

He shifted about in the lush chair that they were sitting on together. He didn't dislike the kiss, but he didn't want the moment between them to be rushed -- a few kisses and touches here and there and they were done. 

"If you're not sure we can stay here for a little bit longer," Ryan suggested. "After all there aren't many people on the floor down there." From where they were, they had a perfect view of the bar's floor and he was right. The night was at its peak time for party-goers, and there were a few couples but not enough for it to be swarmed. 

They went down to the floor and the blond took his friend's hands with his. "Feel ok so far?" The brunette nodded. "Loosen up a little -- you're still tense."

"It's hard to do that," Riley admitted, "since we're holding hands."

He smirked in amusement at his reply. "The weirdness will go after a few minutes." He put his hands on his hips to pull him closer to him. The other let out a small gasp of surprise at feeling his desire through the tight denim, by then pressing into his. 

Both of them started a slow, romantic dance to the music, joining the other couples' tempo. "I know what you really want, Ri," the shorter huskily told him, "and I can give it to you. Just give me the word and we can go back to mine where we can feel good together."

****

The limo drove the two males back to Ryan's place, and he let them in, taking him straight to his room. "Try and excuse the mess," he noted apologetically, "I'm going to get round to it at some point and sort it."

"So how do we do this?"

The blond smirked in amusement at Riley's question. "I can tell you're new to this," he sidled up to him and seductively unbuttoned his shirt, "but I don't mind. I find it cute."

He closed his eyes and relaxed against the bedroom wall when the other's lips attacked his neck, savouring the silky skin.

"Even the way you're reacting to it is cute," he added, allowing his index fingers to slide down the sides of his waist before reaching the waistband on his trousers. He dexterously moved his hands to the belt and once that was undone, unzipped the fly. 

He felt his insides melt at the soft, fair flesh that lay underneath the fabric, and after sliding his boxers down and past his legs, he knelt down in front of him and buried his nose into the slightly musky hair between them. "You smell nice," he remarked, closing his eyes and sliding his tongue along the length of his excitement, "nice enough to eat." 

They lay down together on the huge bed, with the shorter male gently moving his hand up and down the budding shaft and the brunette pressing his fingers into the other's crotch, which was still clothed.

The blond hadn't expected his friend to be so proficient in touching him and he didn't mind that he was pressing into his rigidity quite forcefully. It made the veins in his love organ swell and throb pleasurably. He pulled him in closer for another kiss. 

"I'm sure you've done this before," he mumbled into Riley's mouth, "you're good." His hips bucked eagerly from each rub and since he was unable to control himself any longer, he stripped himself and slid on top of him. Their hips ground together, prompting both excitements to rub and share each other's juices.

Ryan closed his eyes when he felt the other's warm, sticky fluids merge with his. It made him shiver all over at the realisation that they were becoming one. "R-Ri...mmm...this feels good." He moved his hips lower down onto his, rocking his lower body back and forth to create a little friction between them. 

Riley moved about a little under the silky bedclothes, grabbing handfuls of them only for them to slip out of his grip. The pleasure was proving too much for him as he started to follow the blond's movements and mirror them.

"I-I can give you more if you want," he suggested, his vivid green orbs becoming less piercing from the low thrum of his arousal. "If you want me to make you feel much better than this..." 

The brunette let out a small whimper as his smaller lover reached down and placed a hand on his flat stomach. He closed his eyes at feeling his thumb gently skim over his navel. The blond dismounted him and, taking hold of his lover's legs, carefully drew them apart. 

Lowering himself down in between his spread legs, he closed his eyes and flicked his tongue along the engorged length before licking the creamy fluids off its tip. To him he tasted kind of sugary. "You taste sweeter than you smell," he flirtatiously remarked. 

Riley let out a small whimper of protest, arching his back and bringing it up away from the mattress as he did so.

"So then, my love," Ryan started seductively, drawing an index finger around the other male's tight opening as he leant up on one arm, "do you want me to make you feel even better?"



Give and Take: Prologue 01: Dreams



ONE. The pounding in my head marching on with a steady beat. TWO. The beating of my heart in my ears. THREE. The rhythmic clanking of the weight machine as I work through my daily routine. FOUR. The almost audible strain in my muscles as the weight goes up and down. FIVE. The final gunshot that doesn't stop ringing in my head... REPEAT.

At 24, I was one of the youngest officers on the force tasked to the drug control unit. However, I later became the youngest to be "suspended until further notice" without officially losing their job... This has left me with a lot of time to keep my mind occupied at the gym and rack up debt for my Los Angeles apartment. For the first month I lived off some meager savings and the hope that I would get that call ending my suspension. Now, another 2 months later with the banks knocking on my door, it looks like hope will have to take a back seat as I start my stereotypical "ex-cop" job in private security. I will be the personal guard for Tony Renchette, the 19 year-old son of some Millionaire who flaunts his money in the face of his other rich neighbors. Luckily compared to being a cop, as an over qualified babysitter I'll be making up for the lack of a moral code in cash.

With today's workout done, I get myself prepared to meet the Renchette family for the first time. I hop into my clown car of a 2012 civic and begin driving towards the rich end of town. If everything goes well, I'll officially be starting as Tony's body guard. I don't know why the Renchette's would ask for a failure like me but I can only hope this job is more mind numbing than working out all day (which has been my life for the last three months!). If this kid turns out to just be annoying and rich, I'll be able to ignore him and not have to think about anything all day. Although, I won't be able to start if I can't find the god damn place... You would think finding a mansion would be easy, but this road is too long and pointlessly curvy. Why did these rich guys have to design The Hill's like this? Just driving my little beater of a Honda down this road every day will give me an inferiority complex. I finally find it, and of course the Renchette's live in the last and largest house on this crazy road. Their mansion gives off a manicured aura so different from what I'm used to it feels like my car with get towed for just parking in front of it. Well, work is work...

I park my Honda where I hope no one will notice it and walk up to the door. Just as I'm about to knock the door is opened by a well-dressed man in a suit. He greets me and ushers me in, much more politely that I would expect of Mr. Renchette. He seems a lot quieter than I would expect of someone with his type of money. Maybe I don't have to be so worried about what type of people the Renchettes are after all.

"AWESOME! You're actually HIM and not some old dude with a beer belly!" Comes a loud voice from right above me. "Have you ever killed anyone before!?!"

"Master Tony! Please refrain from acting so childish at your age. This man is here to protect you, not to act as some exotic species in a zoo." Wait, this guy is a butler? People actually have butlers? It's the rich who are an exotic species... "I am grievously sorry for Master Tony's attitude. I have been trying to teach him proper etiquette since he was young but it never seems to stay taught. If you would kindly follow me to the study, Mr. Renchette has been eagerly waiting to meet you." I quickly follow the butler getting only a quick glance back at the boy who I would be protecting. He has a surprisingly charming smile for an annoying loud mouth, is all I could think before turning a corner and walking into possibly the most intimidating space I have ever been in.

It wasn't the deer heads or weapons on the wall that intimidated, but the man who sat behind the mahogany desk. The room felt twice as small as it should have just because he seemed to take up all the room. Not physically mind you, he looked quite similar to the butler. He filled the room with an unwavering confidence in himself, possibly bred from massive wealth, or more likely the cause such massive wealth. I can't image any of the criminals my unit had arrested being put in the same room with this man and coming out on top. The silence wasn't broken until he spoke.

"It's nice to meet you Nicolas, please have a seat. Oh, and Charles could you bring a glass of water for our friend here?" With that the tension left the air. The butler, Charles I take it, went to fetch me a glass of water. I took the seat opposite Mr. Renchette, shook his hand, and greeted him in turn. It's hard to believe the feeling I just had about him as everything seemed to return to normal. "I'm Noah Renchette, feel free to call me Noah. I just have a few questions then feel free to consider the job yours." My heart is pounding in my chest from the nerves, but I calm down and try to remember the interview process for the station. This is bound to be easier than all that... Just the normal questions like, What is your biggest strength? What do you think you bring to the table? What would you do if... etc. I'm ready for anything.

"I'm going to be blunt here Nicolas. Have you ever had sex with another man?" Startled, I think he must be joking! But just before a nervous fit of laughter becomes my response I see his face, and it says he isn't... I stumble for words as I shrink into my chair. Mr. Renchette stands up and my chair tries to eat me even more. I'd let it just to get out of this situation. "Well Nicolas? It's a very straight forward question," he says as he moves out from behind his desk. Leaving me with no hope for escape he walks to the doors and the room is once again swallowed up by him. "Yes or No?"

"Umm... Yes."

"That wasn't so hard. Thank you for being honest with me, I really appreciate it." He comes up behind me and puts his hand on my shoulder, "Here's that water I promised." Oh right, the water... I thank him as politely as I can and he let's go of my shoulder, but his fingers linger just a little longer. Grateful to have a glass I can fiddle with, I focus all my attention on inspecting the quality of the crystal I hold. Mr. Renchette, rather than going to sit back in his chair, decides to lean on my side of the desk standing so close to me our legs almost touch. The situation sends jitters down my spine and I down the water to try and calm down. "You know, for a man of your build your surprisingly shy."

"I'm sorry! My nerves seem to have gotten the better of me. Please don't worry about it." I lie. "I just desperately need this job! I've already had to give up some of my pride to sign up for private security work as it feels like I won't get the chance to be a cop again... That was always my dream, you see." I surprisingly add in the unfortunate truth.

"You don't have to worry that much either. From the second you walked in my door you were more than I was expecting. When the private security agency showed me your file I knew it would have to be you to take on this job." I couldn't look up... I never knew crystal glasses could be so shiny. It just reflects my shocked face back at me. It "had to be me"? My resume isn't even that impressive. Actually, it's awful now that I'm on indefinite suspension... So why? Before I could think anymore, Mr. Renchette leaned in towards me. He brought his mouth right up to my ear and whispered, "Did the agency tell you why you were chosen for this job?" The smell of his cologne clogged my brain even more than it already was.

"No..." was all I could whisper in reply. He grabbed my chin and pulled my face up to meet his. His hands were stronger than I expected and they held me there until I looked into his eyes. I'm sure in my eyes he could see desperation for work conflicting with conscience. His lips began a slow decent towards my own, but in his eyes I couldn't see anything... There was no passion, nor even any desire. And then it dawned on me. Before he reached my lips, I pushed on his shoulders gently and he buckled. There was no resisting my refusal and he simply backed off, allowing me to stand.

"Excuse my French, but that is a fucked up way to interview someone. Using this whole interview as some moral test?"

"I'm sorry? What are you..."

"You can drop the act! Please... My heart can't take any more of this. I honestly thought that you wanted me to work as a gigolo, but if that's why you had hired me then you would have at least wanted to kiss me just now." There I said it! I refuse to believe that I would be hired simply based on looks and the lewd desires of some pervy rich man. At least, I really hope that's not the situation... 

"So... Your saying that I am feigning my interest in your sexual orientation, and your chiseled features to make sure you won't fall prey to some misguided fantasy while on the job? That I would go so far as to try and kiss you just to see if you were fit for this job despite your lack of experience in the field?"

"Yea! That's exactly what I'm saying..." When he says it like that it sounds really stupid.

...

"Well done, you are 90% correct. An excellent deduction based on your observational skills and ability to stay true to yourself." So he says as he stands there with some idiotic smile on his face. His demeanor changed too! The stiffness in his joints loosen and the powerful posture he held degenerates into a lazy slouch. All the presence he forced into the room is gone, leaving just a plain guy standing in its wake. "The only thing wrong with that sentence is in saying you have no experience. It really is your impressive skill set that was recognized by Mr. Renchette. You graduated from high school a year early with highest honors in your class, went on to turn down numerous scholarship opportunities for both sports and academics in order to enter the police academy. You graduated at the top of you class again and became the youngest man to be awarded with the Life Saving Award for your actions in multiple gang related turf wars. And above all that, your coworkers had nothing but the kindest words to say about you. Other than that one recent mix up, you were on the fast track to police stardom. Please don't doubt yourself like that again."

"Wow... you really did your research on me." This is kinda terrifying. I know that not all of that was in my resume. "I appreciate the uplifting speech, but I just have a quick question. Why did you just refer to yourself in the third person?" I didn't just imagine him saying "Mr. Renchette..." right? What else could be going on here in this crazy place?

"Oh, my apologies. I am your boss in the Renchette household, Regis Hauffner. I work intelligence and organize the security staff. I was assigned by Mr. Renchette to look into your background and assess your qualifications for the job. With a 90% on my test, and lots of room to learn, I deem you fit for work." He says, still wearing that idiotic smile. I can't believe this place... The rich really are exotic creatures. "Please proceed out of the study and back to the front door. Charles will be waiting there to take you to meet the real Mr. Renchette now."