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Her Call

By: cgraven



The phone range it was an annoyance I didn't need right now. I was in the middle of packing my bags. The day before any tour was hectic. "Hello"

"Christine"

"Yes I know about a year or so now."

"The next time I'll be in the City. Ah Wednesday."

"Sure. Just let me write it down."

"Ok, I'll see you then."

God! I had been down this road before. Would I never learn? The memories came flooding back to me the joy, the sorrow and the pain. I had first met her by the swings at a little park just inside the old walls of Quebec. I had my daughter with me on a business trip and she had wanted to go to the park. Like all kids she had gone running ahead to get where she wanted to go. I had called out to her "Christine Marie slow down. " That is how it all started with a simple call to my daughter. 

She was sitting on the swing barefooted, her shoes and school bag lying in the early summer grass. Her head had come up and she simply said, "Yes." I looked around to see who she was speaking to, but Chris and I where the only ones around. "May I help you.. " Her hazel eyes held mine. There was no fear in them, apprehension, or caution, just a questioning look

"Oh I was just calling my daughter. " She laughed. "What's her name?"

"Christine Marie. "

"Oh I see, my name is Marie Christine, but I go by Christine. " I laughed with her over the mistake, and we started talking. She had recently arrived in Quebec to study at the university, music major, living with her grandmother, to save on expenses. We swapped life stories. Her parents where recently divorced, her Dad a Doctor, had taken up with a woman only three years older than she, her mom was living the life of an artist, very Bohemian. She asked if I could read French and without waiting for an answer dug into her bag and pulled out two reports she had done for school. One on knowing your roots, and the other on the importance of family. As we talked I took in her appearance. A basic black outfit, she had auburn hair, petite in build, and cute as a button. We talked for hours. Time seeming to have no meaning for either of us. Some where along the line my Christine became bored and returned to our hotel. Suddenly she looked at her watch and gathered up her things. "I have to go now or I'll be late for class. " Marie Christine handed me a slip of paper with her phone number. "If you're not busy later we could meet for a coffee. " 

That is how it all began. 

Over the next year we would meet, talk, and have coffee, any time I was in the city on business. Then that fateful day arrived. It was a cold winter's day and the wind was howling down the St. Lawrence. We had popped in and out of the shops and cafes trying to keep warm. Our faces where crimson from the biting wind and snow. We where numb to the bone. " Dave could we go to your hotel room and get warm. " 

Christine sat in the widow seat her knees drawn up tight to her breasts. Looking out over the Jardine du Gouvernuer and the river. Her shoes where off and a chill shook her delicate frame every so often. " Come sit in the chair before you freeze to death. " I took the extra blanket from the bed and wrapped it around her taking one foot then the other; I warmed them in my hands. How long this took I don't know. Christine leaned over and gently kissed me. " I love you and have for quite some time, but I better go before I do something we might regret."

The next morning I received a phone message. "I can't see you any more it hurts to much, Christine. " 

* * * * *

That was a year and a half ago. Why was I here? Why was I waiting for her again? As soon as Christine turned the corner I knew as my heart skipped a beat. She was the same and yet different. More mature now, more the woman and less the girl, but still breathe taking as ever. We settled into our old familiar routine, both of us avoid the subject of our last meeting. We walked and talked the afternoon and early evening away. Finally Christine grabbed my arm spun me around and looked up into my face. "We need to really talk. Can we go to your room?"

"Sure if that's what you want. " 

I held the door for her as she entered slipping off her coat and stepping out of her shoes. Christine padded barefooted across the carpet and drew herself up in the widow seat. She started talking. Pressure from family and friends... older man... younger woman... Only interested in one thing... We know what's best for you. It all came flooding out. Tears where rolling down Christine cheeks "You must hate me. "

"I must have hurt you so."

I searched my mind to find the words that would comfort her. Finally I simply stated the obvious. " Christine I have always been aware of our age difference. If it doesn't bother you it certainly doesn't bother me. "

"As for your family I can understand their concerns, after all I am a father too."

Christine flew from the chair to me. Encircling my neck with her arms. Her momentum knocking me backwards. She kissed me with a deep repressed passion that had finally broken lose. Her tongue took possession of my mouth. She startled my waist. Slowly she began to unbutton her blouse. 

We were naked upon the bed. Our kisses worshiped each others bodies, our mouths pleasured each other. Christine gave me the gift that a maiden can only give once. Our passion knew no bounds. Spent and exhausted we feel asleep in each other's arms. 

When I awoke Christine was gone. The message light on the hotel room phone was blinking. My hand trembled as I picked up the receiver. "Dave I will never forget last night and I will always treasure it, but I can never see you again for I keep getting the image of making love to my grand father. " 

The receiver slipped from my now lifeless fingers, and the tears started to form in the corners of my eyes.

Her Calling in Life



I first met the man I adoringly call my Master a little over 18 months ago, I was invited to work conference and as part of the day we were organised into small discussion groups and that was when I saw him, I was immediately struck by his good looks and as I listened to him speak I was taken in by the confidence he exudes. As the conversations went on around me the only thought in my head was what it would be like to have his hands all over my body and from that moment on I knew I had to have him.

As we didn't work in the same building our affair began with lots of emails finding out about each other, we were both married at the time so we had to be discreet, when we had the opportunity to meet it was usually in a car in a secluded spot where I would pleasure him with my mouth and he would bring me to a climax with his fingers and occasionally with lots of planning we were able to satisfy our ever increasing desires in a room.

As our relationship evolved our emails became very erotic stories of what we would love to do to each others bodies and it slowly progressed to involve others we knew, I had never been so aroused by reading another's thoughts and my own imagination expanded to imagine the most wicked of desires, acts I would never dream of telling another living soul but I had found another I could divulge without the embarrassment or fear of shocking and I soon discovered just how much we had in common.

My marriage eventually fell apart as I knew I had been living a charade for so many years and it was time to break free, I found a place in walking distance to where he worked and I couldn't believe my luck when a position in the same building came my way and was able to attain, now we would have the opportunity to actually act out all those fantasies we only ever talked about.

My first experience with bondage was when he suggested how exciting it would be to tie my hands behind my back; I was certainly up for anything new and eagerly agreed. Using a scarf my hands were bound and I was forced onto the bed, as his hands explored by body I was so aroused by being so completely vulnerable and at the mercy of another. At first these sessions were gentle and playful but I could sense he wanted more, it was suggested he would pretend at our next meeting he was a real-estate agent coming to inspect the property but his intentions were sinister and as we acted out this fantasy it wasn't long before his hand was over my mouth I was thrown onto the bed and a bag placed over my head, his voice turned cruel and aggressive and told me if I screamed he would hurt me so badly I would ache for days. My heart was racing as I didn't know how far he would take this but even though I felt nervous I was amazed how my cunt throbbed to be violated. His hands squeezed firmly around my throat as I struggled for breath and he forced my legs open ramming his fingers into my now drenched cunt and fucked it hard. As I came with such intensity the bag was roughly removed from my head his cock was now at my mouth and I was ordered to suck. I did with such yearning desperate to hear his grunts of satisfaction and have him fill my mouth with his creamy offerings, just to make it all the more real I was told if I spilled any of his come I would be punished severely and I made sure I didn't let any trickle from my lips.

Just as I thought he was finished my body was dragged up against the door of the wardrobe and he slapped my face hard, my ears rang from the blow and I could feel the tears welling in my eyes my emotions in such a turmoil but his last action was to kiss me passionately on the lips and he left.

I knew from that very moment our relationship had taken a dramatic turn and I wanted more.

We spoke about the seriousness of what we were about to get ourselves into and there was no going back to what we had once we both agreed but deep down in my heart the desire to be his slave was everything I had ever wanted and after a contract was drawn up and signed my life changed for ever.

My work, home and play time was controlled by his demands, I was given duties to perform sometimes it was to write wicked and perverse stories to arouse him either at work on paper or once home and to email to him, he would critic them and tell me if they were good enough to make him hard or if I had failed miserably. Other times I would wait for him to arrive, a collar that I had purchased for my role around my neck and blindfold over my eyes, to be naked and kneeling without speaking, I would listen to him undress and have his cock pushed into my mouth and told to suck as he spoke of those stories I had written. I was either made to stand against the wall as he pounded my body with his fists or receive multiple lashes to my arse back and legs with a branch he has found on the way, at no time was I allowed to cry as this would be the end of the session and he would leave.

I could endure any pain as it always made my cunt drip but the thought of him walking out would be like having my heart ripped from my chest and I forced myself to withhold any tears.

Other times after he decided I had suffered sufficiently by his hand and exhausted all the pent up aggression from a day at the office dealing with stressful situations he would order me to crawl on my knees outside scraping them over the concrete and told to lay on the cold ground force my fist inside my cunt as he aimed his cock at my mouth and pissed over me making sure I swallowed his hot golden fluid then he would go inside to retrieve a towel, throw it at my saying I was a disgusting sight and I needed to clean myself up before he kiss me goodbye.

He soon realised I could cope with any physical punishment he dished out as I had such a high pain threshold so that's when his punishment turned to emotional control and his biggest kick was to humiliate or ignore me.

There were times I would be told not to wear panties to work, at first I was uncomfortable because on those days I had to wear a dress and if he gave me the order I had to lift the material and show him my cunt without others seeing but it soon became so natural I didn't need to be told not to wear. Then other days I was to come to work braless, this was harder to conceal as I had to wear a top the revealed my nipples and I was sure everyone at office noticed but if it pleased my Master then I obeyed and what others thought didn't concern me.

His ideas never ceased to amaze me but at the same time caused incredible anxiety because I knew there would come a day when I would be given instructions that weren't as easy to fulfil but if I was to be a true slave I would have to ignore my needs and complete the task to his satisfaction and he so enjoyed watching me struggle. 

One of his many ideas was to fill a jar of his piss or cum, leave on my desk and instructed to consume in front of my work colleagues or come to work wearing a butt plug without my panties and as he walked past I was made to stand with the fear it would fall out and everyone would see.

Another humiliating duty was to go outside naked in daylight and cut flowers from a plant by my front door, I prayed no one would walk past but as I lived in a busy street cars drove up and down road as I did and I was surprised they didn't stop for a closer look.

Or leave my blinds open and undress in front of them or fuck myself with my vibrator for every passer by to witness but no matter what was ordered of me I did with the passion of a slave wanting to please my Master and it fulfilled something within me that I have only now discovered, I felt complete.



Her Capture



High above the glorious city of Ar with its brightly colored banners and flags that blow in the breeze, a lone tarnsman swirls high above in the clouds in search of a beauty to snatch up and add to his chain of slave girls. Pulling on the five strap of the war bird’s bridle, he sends the huge tarn spiraling downward into a passage between two cylinders to get a closer look at a girl that has begun her long trek across one of the high bridges below. 

The girl known as Nalani stepped forth into the bright light of the Gorean day, clad in whispering silk and adorned with golden armlets and bracelets that catch the sun’s rays in a dazzling dance of light. Blinking from the brightness of the morning even as auburn curls are set afire in the bright day, her beautiful features reflexively lift to its warmth. Long lashes flutter closed, unaware of the lurking danger overhead as her bared feet carry the girl over the path of the bridge which she has trod hundreds of times. Unknown to her, the tarnsman overhead begins to drop lower and lower upon the huge war tarn as the girl travels towards the cylinder that hold her Master’s chambers. If she could have detected the silent descent of the bird or caught his wild grin as he expertly dodged tarn wires and guardsmen that surely paroled the gates, she would have run for her life. 

The tarnsman secretly smirks as his mind turns to the girl that is nearly his as he kicks the bird to approach her closer at a faster rate, keeping an eye on the red-haired beauty that is the target of his approach. The sun glinting off her jewelry makes her an easy target for his grasp as he loosens the safety sash on the bird. Smiling triumphantly, he hangs a bit off on the right side and reaches down to grab her up in his strong hand.

Inhaling deeply, the girl’s stormy blue eyes open as her bared feet hit that well-known halfway mark across the high archway engraved upon her owned soul. Mink brown eyebrows furrow at the blur in the sky and it is as if she knows what it is yet hesitates in her surprise that a tarnsman has made it this close within the walls of Ar. Suddenly her eyes widen as a reflexive scream surges through her collar throat, her racing heart erupting through the flurry of beautiful tiny feet that race into action. Wild blue eyes look for a retreat but in horror she sees that the doorway is still so far away and tucks as much as she can as she begins to race for her life.

Seeing his quarry at exactly the right point on the bridge, the rider aboard the tarn dives directly towards the girl, knowing she is all but his. Flaring the tarn to a sudden stop that it almost hovers in front of the frightened girl, he plucks her like a ripe fruit for the picking and hauls her belly up and over the saddle, screaming, “Ho!” Hearing his master’s command, the tarn quickly swoops off into the hiding glare of the sun as the raiding warrior tears off the girl’s silks and tosses them into the wind before binding her tightly before him.

The captured girl flails wildly even as she knows instinctively that she is not match for the strong warrior. Silver tears sting sapphire hued eyes that gaze upon the sudden invasion into the only world she has even known. As if it is merely a nightmare from which she can awaken, she is unable to tear her gaze from him. The slave girl trained within coming to life, she can’t help but become excited even within the paralyzing fear that has taken hold of her slender form. Her cries lift into the still air as if time has frozen around her as she feels her beautiful silks give way beneath his forceful hand and the strength of binding fibers that lick deliciously along her captured flesh. Shuddering across his lap upon the mighty bird, her eyes close tightly as her unmarred back is exposed to his scrutinizing gaze and then feels a sudden lurch as they are lifted back into the air. A sudden need to black out suddenly comes over her as the ground begins to rush away.

Steering the bird directly east and past Argentum, her crosses over the Vosk Delta to his home, the Isle of Cos where he dives directly to the ground from the bird’s maximum altitude. Chuckling at the girls piteous screams, he lands and climbs down to pull her along by her flaming red windswept hair and throws her naked form to the ground. Securing a long heavy chain about her throat, a shiver of delight rocking him as the lovely sound of the lock clicking loudly, he holds the opposite end in one hand as he cuts her bindings free. As he kicks her away from him a little, a snarl of triumph proclaims his will upon her. “Dance kajira!”

Nalani cries out as her tender flesh is thrown harshly to the ground, lifting her chin in defiant insolence. Blue eyes flash in anger that he has taken her from the only world that she has known and degraded her in such a way as if she was nothing more than a beast. Her now nude form heaves with the pent-up rage that bubbles up along with the fear that she can feel licking along her bared spine. But she obeys in frightful disdain, stretching upwards as the weathered chain licks along her tempered flesh like a thousand tongues of fire. The girl’s slender fingers wrap reflexively around the coarse steel fit for an animal and tugs harshly in her futile attempt to rip it from his hands. The need to flee from him is over-powering as she clings to the defiance that has sustained this far.

Walking slowly to where the girl has stretched upwards, he leans over, still grasping the chain and with the other hand slips between the chain and her throat to lift her to her full height upon dainty feet. Then with a grin that sends a ripple of apprehension down her spine, shoves the girl backwards before taking a step back to look upon her succulent form. Extending the space between them until she is at the length of the chain that dangles from her neck, he notes how its weight causes her to sink heavily into the sand of the pit before him. The chain’s opposite end, held firmly in his right hand, is suddenly but not gently jerked, causing her to stumble towards him a few feet.

Feeling her body lurch towards him, she senses his wordless command to dance for his pleasure. It reverberates in every movement. The end of the chain ever so slowly pulls the wanton slut closer to him, as if she is his newly acquired prize. Every yank brings her deliciously closer to him but then she leans back, the chain wrapping around her slender waist. Pulling the links tight an inch, then two more, she adds length as she begins to dance in a futile attempt to gain more ground. But even as she plots her escape, a slow ache begins to build within as she dares to momentarily look into his eyes.

He smiles and digging his heels into the sand, begins a rapid succession of pulling the girl to him. Hand over hand; he pulls three long arm lengths of chain to him, dragging her closer, watching as her fiery curls bound and sway. He grins as she futilely fights the confinements that pull but even more so, the longing that begins to rise in her slave belly. Her hair reflects the setting sun beautifully as she is pulled closer to his strong form.

A soft cry is released but the girl is confused. Chained beast that she is, she is so unsure if her confusion stems from fear or if, in fact, from a desperate need to be closer to him. Cold steel bites into tender flesh as a crescendo begins to build in the heaving beat of her heart, much like that of a kaska drumming out her ultimate surrender. Her breath begins to grow ragged as dark blue eyes fall upon the power in his strong hands that controls the chain pulling her closer. She can’t help but notice the contrast between sweet heated flesh and the cold steel that claims her captive. Slowly, but purposefully, he pulls her closer with only a few feet left of the cold chain between them. Weaving the links through his fingers, he manipulates her closer and closer, watching with a smile as she has no choice but to submit to her natural fate.

The girl can feel her defiance begin to fade as he draws her closer, her mind beginning to close out all around her but him. Rushing hot from sweet lips, her breath comes in heated pants as the coils of his chain suddenly wrap around her heart. Lifting blue eyes in a haze of confused passion, the beat of the drums penetrate even as they mimic her slave heart that thumps in wild protest within her heaving chest. The wanton slave grows restless before him in the surrender of glistening chains that wane in contrast to the desire that pounds through every movement … every inch of stretching sinewy flesh.

And then with one last yank that spirals the dancing girl to her knees before him, he stares down in unbridled lust over the slave girl sprawled before him. His smile becomes triumphant as she assumes the position of the pleasure slave, silken thighs blossoming wide before him even as a tremble snakes down her spine. He weaves the chain more around his fingers as she prepares to submit, sitting back as her willowy arms lift above her wild windswept auburn hair to cross delicately at her dainty wrists. As her voice lifts upwards in a husky caress, he is assured that she is, indeed, his. “La kajira, Master … your kajira.”



Her Car Broke Down



It was going to be a long drive from Western Pennsylvania to Phoenix, Arizona. I'd be making it in my small motor home that I had spent a ton on getting it ready for the trip as well as it was going to be my living quarters once I got to Arizona. It only has a 6 cylinder engine so the gas mileage isn't atrocious but with the price of gas it was still going to cost a bunch to travel the 2400 miles to get there. I was hoping to come out ahead on travel expenses with not having to spend much on motels/hotels. I had loaded up the refrigerator/ freezer so I was also going to save a bunch in not having to pay restaurant prices for a lot of my meals.

The weather was perfect as I set out so at least I was getting off to a good start. It was going to be Interstate highways for almost the whole trip so I would be able to make some decent time but it was still going to take more than 5 days to get there. I love to drive but 2400 miles is a long way. 

I had just crossed into Virginia when I spotted an old car stopped alongside of the road with a girl standing there with the hood up and just looking at the engine. It was as if the car broke down and she was hoping to fix it by staring at the engine. She was pretty as a picture and looked as if she was either a teenager or in her early twenties.

As I pulled over and got out and walked over to her I asked if there was anything I could do to help. She snapped back at me, "Just phone that asshole boyfriend of mine and tell him he should never have let me leave home with this damn thing making all of the noise it was."

Whoa, this was a bigger problem than I thought I wanted to get involved with.

I looked in at the engine and could see a major problem. There was a hole in the side of it with oil pouring out of it. It appeared that it had thrown a rod right through the block. This engine was finished and the car was over ten years old and wasn't worth very much even without this major problem. It was now ready for the scrap heap.

"Miss, this thing is ready for the junk yard and I can call and have it hauled away before the police come by and give you a bunch of heat about blocking up a part of the Interstate. Do you want me to call 911 and see if they can arrange a tow truck?"

She leaned over to me and said in a low smooth voice, "Mister, I'd be grateful for whatever help you can give me."

The 911 operator said she'd have a tow truck there in about 15 minutes so I asked her where she was headed and she responded with, "San Diego before this shit happened."

"Well, I'm headed for Phoenix and it is over 1800 miles from here and would be more than happy to give you a lift that far. From there it would only be roughly 300 miles to San Diego and I'm certain you could get a bus or train from there."

She thought it over for for a few minutes and returned to me saying she was thankful to be able to take me up on my offer. I told her that my motor home originally had sleeping space for six but I was using the compartment over the cab for storage so that reduced the sleeping area in it to four but since I was going to be the only occupant a sleeping area of four wasn't going to be a problem. She laughed saying she only had one suitcase and a few hanging things. No problem, when the tow truck would haul the junk away we'd be ready to get on the way to Phoenix.

"I'm Bill, what do they call you?

She answered with "I'm Chung Souk Lee. It's nice to meet you "and stuck her hand out. I hadn't realized up until then that she was Oriental. "Forget about my whole name and just call me Lee."

I shook it and she gave me a huge smile.

Sure enough the tow truck was there in a few minutes and the junk car was off to junk car heaven.

"Damn, I'm glad to be rid of that thing. It has given me more trouble than I'd care to think about." 

"Lee, it's almost four o'clock and I never plan to drive too late for fear I'll fall asleep at the wheel. Normally I'd pull over to a rest area or park in a Walmart parking lot and sleep in the coach but it seems a little cool for that so I'll be looking for a reasonably priced motel around five o'clock and this is going to sound as if I am making a move on you but you have a couple of choices. You can sleep in the chilly motor home or get out and try to hitchhike a ride from someone else or come up to the room I get and share it with me. I'll try and get a room with two beds but am not always successful. Take your pick."

"Well, I damn sure aren't going to stand by the side of the road and hitch a ride with some guy who'll try and rape me; I agree that it might be kind of cold to sleep in the motor home and you look to be somewhat honorable so I guess I'll trust you can get a room with two beds or I can sleep on the floor if it only has a single."

We chatted for the next half-hour and I finally saw an Econo-Lodge ahead that looked OK from the parking lot. I was amazed she was going to trust me not to rape her but I never mentioned it.

Fortunately I was able to get a room with two queen sized bed so that solved that problem. I had noticed a small steak house a block or so away and I made her another offer. 

"Lee, I feel like a steak and saw a steak restaurant a short ways back so if you'd like to join me I'll spring for the meals."

"Geez, that sounds terrific. It's nice of you offering to pay for the meals since I only have a gasoline credit card and very little money with me."

The steak was great and she was a super conversationalist so it was a nice meal.

"Lee, I got an early start this morning so I'm rather beat right now and would like to hit the hay a bit earlier than usual. I can sleep with the TV going so if you'd like to stay up and read or watch the boob tube it would be fine with me."

"No, that's OK. I'll sack out early too. What time do you want to get going in the morning?"

"What do you say about rising at eight and getting on the road at nine? That'll give us a solid eight hours driving."

She went into the bathroom first and when she came out wearing her nightgown it was obvious they had missed her when they were handing out tits. She didn't have much more than a palm full.

I shower in the morning so I simply brush my teeth at night and am ready for the sack. I don't wear pajamas but just sleep in my T-shirt and jockey underwear. 

When the alarm went off at eight she was already up and dressed for the day and laughed when I saw her that way saying, "I awoke early and took as quiet a shower as I could for fear of waking you."

I responded with "I never heard a thing and if you'll give me fifteen minutes I'll be cleaned up and pretty enough for the road. Why don't you check the weather channel on the TV and give me the news when I get out of the bathroom?" 

Sure enough I was showered shaved and dressed in just about twenty minutes and she gave me the news that we could expect heavy rain that afternoon. Aw shit, I hate to drive in the rain.

When we got into the coach I showed her how to get the generator going and in a few minutes she had coffee, juice and English Muffins ready for our breakfast.

I didn't realize it up until right then how thin she was. I'd bet she didn't weigh a hundred pounds but she looked good with her long black hair tied up into a long pony tail. She would really have been good looking gorgeous if she had pushed to the head of the line where they were handing out tits.

The day went pretty much as expected until around two when the rain started. This was serious stuff as the wipers could barely keep up with it. Damn, I had to slow down to forty in order to be able to see the road. 

We drove until four when I was getting damn tired of driving in this downpour. We had reached the outskirts of Knoxville and saw a Walmart from the road and I pulled off at the next exit and parked at the very back of their lot. 

Lee had made us sandwiches for lunch so neither of us were hungry right then so I started the generator and flipped on the TV. The heavy rain was all over the news and they were forecasting it to last until the next morning. Damn, we were going to be there for the night.

I had brought a few pocket books and there was a ton of unread magazines and I also had a few packs of playing cards so we had something to do to pass the time.

It was around eight when Lee announced she was hungry and I pointed her at the electric range and she dug out a jar of pasta sauce and fettuccine was only 15 minutes away. 

After we had eaten and cleaned up the dishes we were sitting on the sofa and she said, "Bill, I couldn't help but notice how well you are built when you stripped down to your underwear last night getting ready for bed."

"Well, I do work out a lot and I guess it's starting to pay off."

"That wasn't what I was talking about" she replied.

I looked at her with a quizzical look and asked what she meant.

"Well, the bulge in your crotch was larger than anything I ever saw in any porn magazine I ever read and it was way bigger than what my boyfriend has. Maybe it's because he's Oriental too. He came over from North Korea when he was just a little boy."

"Yeah, well I guess I could be called 'well endowed'" I really don't consider my 7 ½ inches as being extremely well endowed and certainly not that much more than the majority of guys but it must be that her boyfriend is a lot smaller. But, if she thinks I am super-stud, far be it from me to disillusion her.

She came back with "Doesn't it ever give you any trouble with some girls not being able to handle it?"

"Nah, they all say they couldn't but if I take it slow and easy it isn't long before I'm buried to the hilt and they are moaning for even more. Would you like to try it and see?" 

She blushed big time and answered with, "You are going to think I am some kind of slut only being with you for less than a day and I'm talking about something like this."

I stood and took her hand led her to the back of the coach and said, "You pull down the bedspread and blanket and top sheet and get ready for the night while I get the rest of the coach ready. 

The coach is equipped with hydraulic leveling jacks that stop any rocking in heavy weather or high inside activity! I also pulled the curtain behind the driver and passenger seat and made sure all of the other blinds were closed to give us some privacy from those passing by.

By the time I got to the master sleeping area she was in the bed nude and ready for me. I wasn't quite hard yet but that was going to happen real fast. I stripped off my clothes and sat on the edge of the bed and swung my legs up and lowered my face to hers and planted a huge kiss on her. She threw her arms around behind my neck and pulled us together harder than I had ever had it before. By then I was pole hard and needing some serious fucking. She looked down and said,

"OH my God. You are humongous and you aren't going to put that thing in me. I'll jerk it off but that's all." 

"Shhhh, just relax and let's see how everything goes."

She had lowered her hand and was going a great job in stroking me and I lowered my face to her crotch and let my tongue do it's magic on her pussy. I let a few fingers open up the lips so my tongue had a clear path into her clit. It wasn't long before my fingers and tongue were doing their best to see how aroused they could get her. It didn't take long before her pussy was soaked.

"Lee, let me lift you and lower you on my cock or at least a few inches of it and see how it feels to you. I won't let it go in any further than is comfortable for you."

I lay on my back and lifted her over me and began to lower her wet dripping pussy. She put her hands down on my chest and held herself off until I had my cock positioned ready to enter her. "Lee, move your hands now and let me lower you."

It didn't take long before I had the head buried along with a couple of inches of my shaft.

"Oh God Bill, you are in me a mile."

"Not quite honey but I'll bet it feels good."

"You're right it does. Lower me a little more."

I let her down another couple of inches and I now had four inches in her with another three and a half to go.

"Bill, you are doing this perfectly. It isn't hurting at all."

"Well Lee, her comes the rest of me" and I let her slowly drop down until I was entirely buried. 

I let my hands rise up and gently massaged her nipples and with my cock touching parts of her that had been virgin up until right then I knew she was going to explode. 

"Bill, Bill, Bill don't stop what you're doing. Please don't stop."

I then started to throw my hips in the air so my cock was being driven to new depths. "Oh God, yes, I feel as if I am going to explode down there. Yes, yes here I come." She screamed.

She dropped her face down to mine and planted one hell of a huge kiss on me and began to raise and lower her hips so in reality she was fucking my cock.

She pulled away a bit and cradled my face between her two hands and whispered "That was terrific. I want you to do that to me ten times a day."

"Well honey, that would be doing more than I am capable of. What do you say if I agree to do it to you as often as my cock can stand it?" 

"Yes and I'll do whatever you want me to."

Oh Boy, that promise would cover a lot.

"Keep fucking me Lee, I am going to blast a huge load deep in your pussy. It's going to feel as if it is going to come out of your mouth."

As soon as I unloaded I pulled her chest down to my mouth and let my lips find a nipple and then let my tongue slide around and over it. Her moaning started all over again so I knew that I better retreat or she was going to expect me to fuck her again right then.

We lay side by side coming down from our orgasms and I kissed her ever so gently. "Lee, that was terrific. I hope you liked it." 

"Oh God yes, I'm never going back to my old boyfriend now that I have experienced you." 

I continued on with the conversation with, "Lee, you never told me why you are going to San Diego. Another boyfriend out there?"

"Oh Lord no. My mom lives there and I visit her a couple of times a year. I'm going to the University of Virginia, to which I won a full scholarship if you would like to know" she said with a great deal of well-justified pride.

"WOW, that's quite an accomplishment. What are you majoring in?"

"I'm only in my second year but I am reluctant to tell you what I want to be when I grow up."

I laughed and said "I bet I can guess.... a lawyer!"

"Damnit, how did you guess?"

"Easy, I saw a law book on top of your suitcase" and then I laughed a bit.

"Smart ass" and she laughed along with me.

I turned on the TV while I watched the evening news.

"Bill, I told you why I was going to San Diego but you never opened up about your trip to Phoenix. A girlfriend out there waiting for you?"

"Nah, my girlfriend is right here in the coach with me tonight."

She was still bare-ass naked but hearing that caused her to leap into my lap and cover my face with kisses.

"Oh how I wish you meant that." She whispered.

I just smiled and got up to go to the bathroom.

The bathing facility in this size motor home isn't the greatest. There is a small hand sink and a sit down toilet but there is a full stand-up shower that is on the small size but certainly good enough to do the job for which it was designed.

"Lee, you never told me your age. It just came over me that I am hoping you are of legal age."

She roared and said "Oh, you are going to look neat in your striped prison clothes. Don't sweat it big boy, I'm 23."

"Geez, you don't look that old."

"I notice you avoided answering my question as to the reason for your trip to Phoenix. Are you going to answer me or not?"

"Oh sure, I graduated from college two years ago and majored in communications. I sent my resume along with my photo to TV stations in a number of cities applying for a job as an on-air reporter. The main station in Phoenix responded. If they hire me I'll bet it's not going to be for on-air work but in some background stuff until they size me up. But, it's a start in my chosen field. So sweet thing, be nice to me now and I'll give you an autograph before I get too famous to stoop to such mundane things". 

She roared.

"But I didn't mention another part of the testing the station does. I have to fuck all of the secretaries in the station and they will each grade me. If I do well it is a HUGE step to getting hired. But, I'm so out of practice in fucking I am not sure I'll do well. I wonder where I can get the practice I'll need."

"You're full of shit but I love your sense of humor."

Now it was my turn to roar.

"So, you're older than me. I hate to think I have just been fucked by an old man."

"But you have and you better get used to it because I am going to do it again before this night is over."

"Oh how I hope that's true." She answered with a huge smile plastered all over her face.

I walked up to the sofa and reached down and put one hand behind her head and pulled it to my cock. She looked up at me and I continued the pressure with my hand until the head of my cock was just touching her mouth.

"Open up Lee." 

She did and I quickly pulled her mouth onto my cock. She knew exactly what I wanted and she moved one of her hands to my shaft and while her lips were covering the head of my cock she had one hand sliding up and down my shaft while the other hand lightly cupped my balls. 

I kept up the pressure until she had a solid three to four inches buried when I started to simply fuck her mouth. She got the idea of what I wanted and began moving her mouth the way my hips were throwing my cock. I stopped moving but she instantly began moving her mouth the way she knew I wanted.

It seemed as if she was trying to get as much of my cock buried in her mouth and was doing an excellent job of it. She would back her mouth off of me and then immediately drop it back down so that she had four inches buried with her tongue flicking back and forth over the head of my cock. 

Damn, I never thought she was going to be able to get me so aroused so quickly but within four or five minutes of this action I was ready to shoot my load. I reached down and held her face with both hands and pulled her ever so slightly as I was filling her mouth and then her throat with my juices. She swallowed ever drop and then pulled her head back a bit so she could slide her mouth up and down the shaft of my cock where she licked every drop of cum that was on it. Whew, she gives a great blow job.

"Damn Lee, that was terrific. Where the hell did you learn to do that so well?"

"Well, I hate to admit it but besides reading a ton of porn booklets I also ordered a few how-to porn CD's and one of them centered on doing what I just did. I'm glad you liked it."

"Liked it.....I LOVED it."

We held each other tight for some time before I said that I was tired and would really like to get some sleep if we were going to able to continue our trip in the morning. She agreed and rolled over and pulled up the covers.

We spooned most of the night and sometime near morning I awoke with my usual early morning hard-on. She must have felt it for the next thing I knew she was moving her ass back and forth and throwing it back at me.

That was all I needed and pushed her flat on her stomach and then reached under her waist and lifted her so that she had her ass in the air with her chest down on the bed. I then spent a minute positioning my cock between her legs searching out her pussy and then with one smooth motion slipped my cock in to the hilt. You could have heard her gasp out in the parking lot but it was one of pleasure and not pain. 

"Bill fuck me, fuck me hard. I want to feel your cock all the way up to my tonsils"

That was all it took before I was holding her hips with each hand and driving my cock in as deep as I could get it. She started to rotate her hips so she was getting all kinds of action deep inside of her pussy. It didn't take long before we were both screaming of our approaching orgasms.




Her Car Broke Down



Whew, she is really a great piece of ass and to think I originally judged her to be too skinny to be worth a damn in the sack!

"Lee, I'm going to grab a little more sleep before I am ready for the day."

"OK stud, I'll do the same."

By the time we had finished our usual breakfast of English muffin, juice and coffee I announced clearly that we were going to have to cut some of our side visits short since we were falling way behind the schedule I had set up for the trip. As soon as I mentioned it there was a moan from Lee as she said, "Does that mean we aren't going to screw as much?" 

"I'm afraid so hot pants" I replied with a laugh.

This gal really would fill the movie role of "Hot Pants' as much as she enjoys sex but the job I was going to Phoenix to interview for was my only real reason for the trip. I love sex as much as the next guy but there was something more important right now ---I needed a job!

"Lee, the weather is super and we should be able to make more than the 500 daily miles I have earmarked for the trip so there probably will be time for you to mash that pretty pussy of yours all over my face tonight." 

"Oh goody two shoes." She said with a huge touch of sarcastic disappointment in her voice.

"Little Rock Arkansas here we come." I shouted.

The weather really was great and we roared along the Interstate at a solid 75 so we were eating up the miles fairly quickly. Not having to stop for lunch or bathroom breaks helped a lot.

One major problem soon surfaced. We were going right through Nashville and we both love country music and it would almost be sinful to go through the very heart of that music country and not even take a quick tour of the city. Sooooo I found a parking spot for the coach and we hopped on one of the little tour busses that travel around the place pointing out all of the famous sights. It made a special stop at the Grand Ole Opry so that in and of itself almost justified the time we were spending on the tour. 

Back on the road again after spending more than two hours in Nashville. I was hoping we were going to be able make Little Rock that night but it then looked as if Memphis was going to be our new target for that days travel. 

We made the outskirts of Memphis around five and I spotted a state park along the Interstate and suggested that we park for the night in it and had Lee start looking for a suitable parking space, preferably one with a picnic table. I was hoping to be able to dig out the charcoal grille from one of the coach's lower compartments and we could grill some steaks and use the picnic table for a dining room table..

"There's one, "she screamed loud enough to wake the proverbial dead. Sure enough she had spotted the perfect table. A parking space was right alongside of it and it was within 50 feet of a big lake.

I parked the coach and set the hydraulic jacks to level it and stop any rocking that might occur later! 

I had the charcoal lit and all we had to do was wait for the coals to get going. It usually took a solid 20 minutes before they were going to be ready for steaks so I offered Lee a drink of either scotch or wine and thankfully she chose my favorite ..scotch. I had the drinks poured in plastic glasses and took her by the hand and we walked along the lakeside and then back to find the coals ready for the meat. I had planned the cookout this morning and had taken the meat from the freezer and put it in the refrigerator so I was now ready to put on my chef's hat.

The steaks turned out great and we each had a couple more drinks before we decided to go for another walk. I locked the coach and we were off for our evening jaunt. 

When we got back to the coach we threw our plastic glasses and plates in the trash and only had our silverware to wash up. It only took a few minutes before we were ready for the sack and I made the announcement.

"Get ready for the sack Lee."

Wow, she was taking her clothes off before I even finished that sentence.

When I got to the bed she was lying there nude and looking at me hopefully. I don't think I disappointed her by stripping off my own clothes and dropping face-first between her legs. Her moans started immediately.

I used my hands to part her legs and began kissing her legs from her upper thighs on one leg up to her pussy and then down the other leg and then back up to her pussy before I let my mouth and tongue penetrate her. By the time I had done that a few times she was almost screaming with passion. My cock was then as hard as a pole and I turned myself so I was in the 69 position and we both went at it.

Whew, she was talking more of me in her mouth than she had done the last time and I had a couple of fingers along with my tongue working hard to match what she was doing to me. It didn't take long before we almost had simultaneous orgasms and we just lay there not moving our mouths from where they were... 

"Bill, I'm almost afraid to say this but I'd like to spend a lot of time with you; far more than just our present trip together. What's to become of us when we get to Phoenix and we go our separate ways?"

"Lee, we are having such great fun together I haven't given what you are talking about one second of thought."

She got very quiet and pulled herself away from me and got up to go to the bathroom. 

She continued on with "I'm afraid you are just thinking of this as just another sexual adventure that you happened to stumble across when you stopped to see what was wrong with my car."

"Well, Lee, we've only known each other for a couple of days so to think that that has been long enough to determine if we even want to know each other better is kind of crazy. If we can ever see each other without thinking of the sex we enjoy so much maybe that'll put us on the track of determining if we really want to know more about one another."

"You're right. I don't even know your last name." she mumbled and we both laughed.

I'll keep you posted if there is more to this story.