6 comments/ 22972 views/ 0 favorites Mark & Tracy By: redtease69 Gentle Readers - Just a little note to you all. This is my first submission to the site and it's sort of plain vanilla compared to what I've written for myself and a "friend" in the past. But, I found it to be somewhat fitting that I would use a first time with my lover as the topic for my foray into Erotic writing. This is more of a romantic story more then an erotic one. I hope you enjoy it and be gentle with your comments. Hopefully future stories that I submit will bring more of the kind of reading you are looking for. – Red Tracy sat across the table from Mark at the steak joint they decided to stop to eat dinner at during the business trip in Kansas City. She couldn't believe she was spending the evening alone with him at last. They both worked for the same Company as Investigators but worked out of different states so they only got to see one another when the whole region got together for meetings. They'd been on assignment a few times before, but never alone. Tracy was giving presentations to Mark's office of responsibility and so he was accompanying her to the KC office to assist her with anything she needed help with. Mark was a former police officer and Marine. He was a little shorter then Tracy but good looking as the day was long. He was 5 foot 6 inches tall and had brown eyes and hair. He was in pretty good shape too. He was 34 and she was 29. She stood 5 foot 7 with shoulder length red hair and brown/green hazel eyes. She had curves in all the right places. Her breasts were a full 42 D. She had hips that Mark loved to watch move as she walked and he'd often thought of how it would feel to have his hands on those hips. They were both married. She had 2 kids and he had 4. Her husband was an ass and his wife was a frigid bitch. Tracy had always been attracted to Mark but didn't know if he felt the same. Since sex was almost non-existent in her marriage, she often dreamt of Mark while she masturbated. She often wondered what kind of kisser and lover he would be. As she sat across from him, she noted to herself how he actually listened intently to everything she had to say. She loved the way he laughed and his shoulders would bounce when he was truly tickled by something that was said. He was considerate too. He held doors for her, offered to carry her luggage and help her set up for the presentation in his office earlier that day before they made their way down to KC for the meeting they'd have tomorrow. She was amazed at how easily they conversed about things in general and how she didn't get embarrassed at all when the subject turned to sex. They both joked about their first times and talked about the more wild things that they had done. Tracy thought at one point that Mark was rubbing his leg against hers under the table, but brushed it off as nothing as the table was sort of small and that it was probably just from a lack of anywhere else to put his leg. Mark paid for dinner and helped Tracy with her coat. They went to a liquor store and headed back to the hotel. He escorted her to his room where they sat and fell back into the same easy conversation that they had shared at the restaurant. He surprised her when he lit her cigarette for her as he lit his and then began to rub her feet and calves as they talked. Tracy could feel herself getting wetter as they talked and he continued to massage her feet and legs. It was getting warm in the room and she went to excuse herself to go back to her room to change. "Here, you can wear this," Mark said as he took of his t-shirt. She just about came right there when she saw his broad shoulders and strong chest. He had a tattoo in the same area of his chest as she did. His was a Globe and Eagle, the Marine Corps emblem. Hers was just a Celtic trinity knot above her left breast. "Um, Thanks. I'll, ah, just go and change in the bathroom," she said. She noticed that the shirt was just a bit too tight in the chest but she loved the fact that she could smell his scent on the shirt. She fixed her hair in the mirror and went back into the main room. Mark had put the radio on and asked if she'd care to dance. "Sure. But I suck," she replied. Mark raised an eyebrow and looked at her. "AT DANCING!" she quickly spat out. He chuckled. He held her close as the song was a slow one. She loved the feeling of his arms around her and how gentle he was. She giggled nervously and pulled away and sat back on the couch. She didn't trust how she felt at that moment. She was very horny and had wanted him, but didn't want to do something that might embarrass her if it was not what he also had in mind. She noticed he was rubbing his neck and looked uncomfortable. Tracy climbed onto the bed behind Mark and began to rub his shoulders and neck. One of her favorite songs came on and she sang as she continued to massage him, returning the favor of his earlier gift to her of the leg and foot massage. "Mmmmmm, that feels good," he said. "You're a pretty good singer, too." She could feel herself blushing again. "Thanks, Mark. My God you're tight in the neck. Stress gotcha big time, eh?" He just groaned which pretty much told her she was correct. She finished and as she went to get off the bed, she fell forward, her breasts brushing against his shoulder and arm. He caught her and helped her right herself. They'd both drank way too much and she noticed the time was getting very late. "Uh, I, uh, think I should be getting back to my room. I need to get some sleep or I'll be totally useless tomorrow. Besides, I need to check to see if the family called." Tracy picked up her sweatshirt and car keys and started towards the door. Mark followed her. "Thanks for the massage," he said as she turned to look at him. "Sure," she replied as she went to hug him, "any time that it bothers you and I'm around, let me know." As she pulled away he leaned in to kiss her. She thought it was going to be on the cheek. Instead he gave her a light peck on the lips. They started to pull away from one another but looked into one another's eyes. Again, they leaned into one another, her arm still around him and his around her. She was still holding the items in her other hand as they again kissed. But this time it was more then a peck. They began to kiss one another hard and she wrapped her other arm around his shoulders and dropped the items in her hand onto the floor. She moaned as his tongue parted her lips and searched out her tongue. She stumbled backwards and he caught her, never once breaking the kiss. He pinned her against the wall, her arms held above her head by his strong hands. He kissed her cheeks and lips again and moved towards her neck. He pressed against her as he licked and nibbled on her ear lobe. She moaned loudly and struggled to move her arms to try to bring him even closer if it would be possible. "Stay the night with me," he whispered into her ear, slightly out of breath. Tracy felt like she'd never had before. She wanted this man more then anyone she'd ever wanted and couldn't believe how idiotic she sounded as she replied with "Are you sure?" All she could think was duh, you dumb shit. He pulled away and looked her in the eyes. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life," Mark replied. Tracy returned his gaze and bit her lower lip. She tried to find the words, she knew her lips were moving but nothing was being said. She just nodded her head yes and they began to kiss one another with a renewed passion. She was being guided backwards toward the bed. She could feel the mattress against the back of her knees. He pulled the shirt he had given her over Tracy's head and his eyes were riveted to her chest. Her breasts were heaving as she tried to catch her breath. He looked up at her and gave her a smirk as he pushed her down rather forcefully onto the bed. He grabbed her knees and pulled them far apart and climbed between her legs onto the bed. He grabbed her wrists and pushed her arms up over her head pinning them down on the mattress. He leaned toward her and teased her as if to kiss her. They looked into one anothers eyes and held the gaze for a few moments. His eyes traveled down to her full pouting lips and back to her eyes. He continued to position himself so that his full weight wasn't on her, but she did notice that his cock was hard and pressing against her pubic mound. She started to move her hips up and down. He just shook his head. "Be still," he whispered as he began to kiss her neck. He let go over her hands and began to lay on his side. He took his time exploring her body. He made his way to her breasts and undid the front closure on her bra, releasing them. Slowly, he ran his palm over her erect nipples. The sensation was nearly a tickle to her but it was a strong enough one to make her pussy even wetter then what it was before. Tracy bit her lip as Mark began to lick and suck her nipples one at a time while gently groping the flesh of her tits. He then licked his way down her stomach and positioned himself at the foot of the bed. He undid her pants and started to slide them down her hips. He was shocked to find that she wasn't wearing any underwear and that she was shaven without a trace of hair on her pussy. He licked his lips and grabbed Tracy's legs to pull them a little wider apart. Tracy moved back a bit on the bed as to not have to make Mark kneel on the hard floor. He grabbed a pillow and put it under her hips and wrapped his arms under her legs and over them so that her legs rested on his shoulders. He slowly kissed his way up her thighs and started to tease her clit with the tip of his tongue. As soon as she felt it, Tracy's head flew back on the bed and her back arched. Her hands dug into the bedding and she held on for dear life. The feelings were so intense. She'd never been this wet and had never ever been so easily turned on before. Her breathing became halted and she noticed that she was actually holding her breath in anticipation. He took one long lap from her ass up to her clit with his tongue. He looked up at her from between her thighs. "You're wet," he said with a smirk, her juices glistening on his chin. "You seem to have that effect on me," was all she could think to answer with. The next thing she knew, Mark was eating her pussy like a man possessed. She could feel the orgasm about to hit and forgot where she was. The sound of her gutteral moans almost seemed to echo in the room. She stopped and looked down at Mark. He laughed at the look on her face. "Don't worry," he said reassuringly, "this is an end unit and the room next to mine is housekeeping. I love hearing how much this pleases you. Be as loud as you want." That's all Tracy needed. She let go and had the most intense orgasm she'd ever known. She bucked and grabbed at his hair. He grabbed her hands instead and they clasped each others hands as she rode out the electrical shocks that pulsed through her cunt as she came over and over again. She was amazed. She'd never had this many orgasms just from oral sex before, but then again, no one, not even her husband had been able to make her truly cum. Mark never stopped. He eased up just enough to let Tracy catch her breath but he continued to lick and finger her soaking wet pussy for nearly an hour. He expertly knew how to flick his tongue over her clit, how to find the "magic spot" inside her pussy that made her moan. Tracy finally managed to find the strength to tell him no more and pushed him away from her. He crawled up next to her and caressed her body as she lay panting. She turned to him and they kissed gently. She could taste herself on his lips. She licked her lips as she looked into his eyes. She continued to lick and suck on his lips and chin, making sure to get every drop of her juices off of him. Tracy began sucking and nibbling on his lower lip as they kissed, sort of link a mini blow job. Mark groaned as she did so. She pushed herself up onto her side and rolled Mark on to his back. She straddled him and kissed her way down his body. She got of the bed and brought him to a sitting position on the edge of the bed. She kneeled between his legs and began to lick and suck his cock into her mouth. If anything, Tracy loved to give head. Oral fixation was her reasoning for it. She was just starting when he came suddenly in her mouth. There wasn't any real taste to it which surprised her. He quickly held the sides of her face and apologized. "I'm sorry. You know the old Irish saying, 'You can drink or you can fuck, but you can't do both!'" She giggled. He helped her back to her feet. Tracy started to find her clothes to get dressed. Mark lit them both a cigarette and turned to look at Tracy. "What are you doing?" "I'm getting dressed to go back to my room," she replied with a child-like quality. "What the hell for," he asked sounding a bit hurt. "Well," Tracy started, "I thought since..." "I asked you to stay with me tonight and I mean it. Now get your ass back in this bed!" Mark was trying to sound authoritative but it just made Tracy laugh. She stood up as straight as possible, which made her breasts jut out even farther and snapped off a crisp salute. "Aye, Sir!" She jumped into the bed next to Mark and they both laughed. He handed her the cigarette and she took a deep drag. He caressed the side of her face and she turned her head to rub her cheek against the palm of his hand. "Thanks, baby," she said. He just looked at her. He watched her as she finished her cigarette. She was used to sleeping by herself and wasn't sure how this was going to go. He held her tightly and she snuggled up to him, laying her head on his chest and shoulder. He held one of her hands and they drifted off to sleep. Tracy didn't remember hearing anything but she could smell coffee brewing. She wasn't quite awake and was beginning to wonder if she had been dreaming, when she felt Mark between her legs. His tongue made quick work of bringing her to another intense orgasm. Tracy even managed to tear the sheets on the bed and even ripped a hole in the mattress when she came. "Now THAT is a wake up call," Tracy giggled as he came up to kiss her. "Good morning, sexy," Mark said as he kissed her. He had placed two cups of coffee next to the bed. "I wasn't sure how you liked it." "Mmmmm, black...." she replied. They finished their coffee and Mark laid back. Tracy looked at him and wanted to know what it would be like to still make love to this man. She must have been biting her lower lip because Mark was giving her that look of "What?" Tracy got on top of Mark and started to kiss his lips. She sucked on his chin and started to nibble on his ear lobe. He started to moan. She started to pinch and tweak his nipples with her fingers and he just about shot out of bed. "Hey! That's not fair!" Mark gave her a look. She just looked at him. She could tell his cock was hard so she grabbed it and started to guide him into her pussy which was still soaking wet. Slowly she took his cock into her pussy and she began to ride him. Mark grabbed her breasts and played with her nipples as Tracy arched her back and began to grind her hips as she picked up the pace. Mark grabbed Tracy's hips and began to ram his cock deep into her cunt. Tracy start to rock her hips forward as Mark quickened the pace again. She could feel herself about to cum and Mark wasn't that far behind her. Her muscles gripped his cock harder with every thrust and she started to groan. She grabbed her breasts and started to suck on her nipples. Mark couldn't believe the sight. He moaned and yelled he was close. "I'm gonna cum!" She rocked her hips harder as he pounded into her. She could feel him exploding deep within her. "Fuck me harder, baby... Fuck me harder... I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum.... I'm, I'm..." was all Tracy could manage to get out before she was hit with a huge orgasm. Mark flipped her onto her back and finished riding out his climax by thrusting hard and deeper into her. He collapsed on top of her and they laid there for a while caressing one another. They both decided it was time to shower and get ready to go to the office to do the presentation. They could always pick up where they left off later. Mark told Tracy that he was sorry, but that he had to head back to his office after the presentation but that he would call her later to work out the next meeting. The presentation went off with out a problem and the two lovers stole a moment alone together before they had to part. They thanked one another for the wonderful night. Tracy had so many things she wanted to say to him but the time wouldn't allow it. They kissed good bye and Tracy watched as Mark pulled out of the parking lot. She finished packing her items from the presentation away and loaded the trunk of her car. She had a long drive to the next meeting site but her mind was definitely preoccupied of the thoughts of what might happen next. Mark and Tracy Mark pulled the rental car into the entrance of the parking garage on a gorgeous Saturday morning and instantly noticed the cold emptiness of the concrete structure. "Everyone must be having fun on such a great day; not going into the office like me!" He said to himself. He did notice a few cars here and there, but nothing like during the week. He had been in town for the past week working on a consulting project. He had been putting in long hours, but still knew that he would likely be calling the hotel room home for a bit longer. With nothing better to do, and no one to do anything with, he decided to go into the office for a bit and get some research done. As Mark stepped from the elevator he was greeted by the sea of cubicles that made up the work floor that his interim office was located. It was silent. He had to admit he sort of liked the solitude. He flipped on the light in his office, and turned on the computer. He checked a few sites and answered a few emails. He pulled his iPod out of his briefcase and plugged the headphones into his ears. As the music pulled him into its oblivion, he sank deeper and deeper into the reports and spreadsheets that he would need for his next meeting. He forgot all about the gorgeous sunny day outside. When he looked at his watch, over two hours had passed. He realized he was a bit hungry, and needed to stretch a bit. He set his iPod on the desk and stood up. When he got to the door, he thought he heard the faint sounds of music coming from the floor. He walked towards the sound and turned the corner into the aisle where it seemed to be coming from. There was someone else there after all. When he walked up to the desk, she just about jumped out of her skin. There before his was a very attractive woman. He had noticed her several times throughout the week. Every time he had seen her, she had been wearing a blouse and a straight skirt. Of course, heels. He loved heels. He remembered her reddish brown hair, and the way her curves filled out the blouse and skirt. From what he could tell, she had what appeared to be great legs. This time she was wearing jeans and a soft sweater, but her curves were still filling them quite nicely. Her hair was down today, and it fell in soft curls on her shoulders. He liked it a lot. "Hi, I thought I was the only one in the office today. I'm Mark, by the way." He said with a smile and extended his hand. "Hi, I'm Tracy. You scared the crap out of me! I'm sorry, I didn't disturb you did I? "She replied as she struggled to catch her breath. "No, not at all, and I'm sorry that I startled you..." Mark said with a smile, "I was thinking about getting something to eat, are you hungry Tracy?" "That would be great! I'm starved!" She said brightly. They decided to get Chinese delivery. As they went down to the lobby to wait for it, and then went into Mark's office to eat, they chatted about everything and nothing. Apparently Tracy was divorced and just slightly younger than Mark's mid 40 years. Other than to state that yes, he was married; Mark didn't talk about his personal life in that respect. Tracy was very animated when she spoke to him and had the most gorgeous eyes he had ever seen. When she wasn't looking he would glance at her body. She was tall enough, but she appeared soft, gentle, and he found himself thinking about how warm she must be as well. Before the two knew it, it was late in the afternoon, and it was time to go. Mark told Tracy he would walk her to the garage, to make sure she was okay, and she smiled and told him how much she appreciated that. "Hey, what are doing tonight?" She asked him as they approached her car. "Nothing, why?" he replied. Tracy explained that she was planning to go out later that evening, and would he like to go too. She told him to follow her, and he could "hangout" at her place for a bit. They could go out from there; she lived not too far from there. He agreed, and smiled as he got his car and met up with Tracy in order to follow her. It appeared his day may turn out for the better after all. At least he wouldn't be spending his Saturday night in his hotel room, alone. Tracy's apartment was small, but spacious. She didn't have a lot of furniture, but what she had was comfortable and inviting. She set her keys and purse on the counter and asked Mark if he wanted something to drink. He agreed to a beer, and Tracy turned on the stereo as she entered the living area and handed Mark his beer. She opened the sliding door, and invited him onto the balcony, to sit and enjoy their beers together. Mark thought to himself that he couldn't remember when he had been able to talk so comfortably with anyone, let alone a woman. A couple of hours and several beers later, and Tracy jumped up and said she was going to get ready to go out. She asked Mark to make himself at home while she got ready, and assured him it wouldn't take too long. A few minutes later he heard the shower running. He got up and walked around the living room. He looked at the pictures on her tables and the walls, and the refrigerator door. Tracy appeared to be fairly active. Most of the pictures were of her with friends. She was always smiling, like she was always having a good time. The more Mark thought about it, the more fascinated he was by her. He walked around more, shaking his head from time to time, trying to shake the image of those soft curves in the shower, and was failing miserably. He felt at home in her place. It was comfortable; warm, just like Tracy. A few minutes later, as she had predicted, Tracy came bouncing out of her bedroom, ready to go. She was wearing snug jeans, an undershirt, and a snug soft sweater. To top it off, she completed her outfit with a pair of platform shoes. Mark swallowed hard. He thought maybe it wasn't such a good idea that he spend the evening with this woman after all, but it was too late to back out. He went into the bathroom to freshen up and then they would leave. When he walked in to the bathroom and closed the door, he glanced around and took in all of Tracy's things scattered about the counter. Her bathrobe hung from a hook on the back of the door, and Mark couldn't resist pressing his nose to it and breathing deeply. GOD it smelled like her... Not that he had gotten that close to her, but his nose had received the pleasure of a glimmer of her scent as she passed him throughout the day. He let go and stepped away quickly as the notion of discovering her true "aroma" entered his head. He splashed some water on his face and took a quick mouthful of mouthwash and swished. He ran his fingers through his hair, and decided he was ready to go. Tracy informed Mark that she would drive, if he didn't mind, and he agreed. They traveled the mile or so to the area where the bar was located, and she parked in a parking garage. They walked a couple of blocks and Mark noticed that there were many bars lining up and down the street. It was like this area came alive at night. There were scatterings of office buildings here and there, but he had no idea that this type of nightlife existed in this city. If he had, maybe his hotel room would have been a bit less inhabited. As they approached the bar, loud music flooded out into the street. Mark had not been in this type of establishment for quite awhile, and wasn't sure what to expect. He stayed close behind Tracy, and they walked inside. It appeared that Tracy frequented this place on occasion, as a few of the patrons knew her. She pushed her way to the bar and ordered a couple of beers and Mark stayed to the back, near the wall. Off to the side was a DJ, and quite a few people were dancing. Tracy returned to Mark's side and talking was extremely difficult; even yelling was a chore. Tracy was swaying and twisting to the music and Mark could tell she really wanted to dance. He told her to go right ahead, and that he would hold her beer. He got a huge grin on her face and blew him a kiss and was off. Mark simply leaned against the wall and watched the crowd. As he scanned the crowd, he noticed more than a few attractive women, noticing HIM. When he smiled and blushed a bit, it only seemed to entice them more. The majority of them flirted openly with him, and he was enjoying himself immensely. That was when he noticed Tracy. She was dancing between three, what appeared to be younger men. Her arms were raised above her head and she had her head tilted back slightly. She seemed totally oblivious to the three men who were doing their damnedest to get close to her. They pressed themselves to her and Mark simply watched her hips moving; her luscious round breasts and ripe ass pressing against their eager bodies. Mark realized how incredibly hard his cock had become watching this. He took a long swallow of his beer. His attention was no longer averted by the women trying to capture his attention in some way or form; it was futile. Tracy had his attention, all of it. Two more songs, and his cock was now throbbing in perfect unison with the gyration of her hips. The music stopped, and she made her way through the crowd to return to him. As she approached, Mark could see the droplets of sweat that had gathered at her hairline, and also at the swell between her breasts. He wanted very badly to place his tongue at that swell, and taste her. It must have been in his eyes, because Tracy got close to him and asked if he was okay. He nodded and smiled, but just then, someone swept by, and Tracy was shoved full on to Mark, her body pressed tightly to him. He was embarrassed, for surely she could feel the extent of his hard on. She was polite and didn't seem to notice, but did ask if he wanted to go outside. He graciously agreed. The cool night air was a refreshing change from the heat of the club. Tracy asked Mark if he wanted to stay or was he ready to go. He was content to leave the decision up to her, and she said she was ready to go. He of course, had to go back to her place, as that was where he had left his car. The two headed to the parking garage. When they reached the floor where the car was parked, Tracy went to the edge of the garage and peered over the side. Mark stayed back a bit, puzzled, and Tracy motioned for him to come closer. She placed her finger over her lips and told his to Shhhh... when Mark got closer, conspicuously in the corner, Tracy huddled against the wall, and was looking down. When Mark got closer, she pulled him very close to her in order to fit in the space, and she pointed to a lower level, in a building across the alley. As Mark followed the direction of her pointed finger, he saw a couple, in an apartment, in what appeared to be a "compromising position". The man, sprawled out on what appeared to be a futon, with a blonde kneeling in front of him, sucking his cock. He had his head back, and his hand tangled in her long hair, pressing her head harder. Mark didn't know what to say. He was mesmerized. He watched the blonde's head rise and fall between the lucky bastard's legs, faster and faster; and Mark's knees all but buckled. He heard Tracy's breathing become more and more rapid, and he didn't dare look at her; he was afraid he wouldn't be able to control himself. Just when Mark didn't think it could get any worse, the man on the futon pushed the blonde off of him and she got on all fours. He took his place behind her, and entered her, what appeared to be quite deeply. He watched as her breasts bounced as his body pounded her; the blonde's fingers expertly dancing between her legs, to help him along. The groan that escaped Tracy was his undoing. Mark turned to Tracy and kissed her, hard. She kissed him back, with just as much enthusiasm; her fingers on each side of his head, holding him there. Her tongue entered his mouth and sought his; while licking and sucking his lips. All he could think of was how badly he wanted her right then, and how hard his cock was. Tracy reached down, almost instinctively, and wrapped her hand around the bulge in his jeans. This time he groaned, when she squeezed gently. "Let's get outta here!" she said huskily, and all Mark could do was agree; wholeheartedly. The ride to Tracy's apartment was the longest quick ride in history; for Mark at least. Tracy seemed to make the blocks and curves at warp speed, trying to get home faster. When she pulled up in front of her building, she looked over at Mark and glanced down at the still present bulge in his jeans, and then back into his eyes with a devouring look. He smiled at her a little, and she said, "Race ya!" and leapt out of the car. Mark jumped out of the car as well, and was right behind her. He let her win partly because he wanted to watch her ass move as her hips rolled in her attempt to get there faster while wearing those heels, and the other reason was because his cock was so hard it hurt to move. Tracy fumbled with the keys a bit, but then finally opened the door. Mark wasn't sure where he should go, but it was okay because Tracy took the lead. She pressed him against the door and pressed herself to him as she kissed him again very deeply. The built up desire got the better of Mark's judgment, and he made a fist in her hair and turned her around, so that now she was pressed against the door, with one of his thighs pressed between hers. "I want you Tracy..." he whispered throatily to her. Her response was a deep sigh/whimper, and she said, "yess...pleaassee" She took his hand and pulled him to the couch. She pressed his shoulders so that he was seated at which time she knelt in front of him. Dear God...she was going to recreate the scene at the garage... Mark watched her, fascinated, as she slowly unzipped his jeans. Her eyes never left his. Her warm hand slowly and expertly slid inside his boxers and gently freed his aching cock. It was then that she averted her eyes, to admire her "prize". She wrapped first one, then the other of her warm hands around his heat, her thumbs teasing the silky and what was now, dripping, head. Her thumbs glided over the sticky substance, swirling and rubbing, and thoroughly enjoying the pulsing that was the reaction. A wicked smirk crossed Tracy's lips and she bent to taste him. The wet heat of her tongue on the pounding head of his cock made him swoon. He rested his head on the back of the couch and groaned deeply. This only served to encourage Tracy further. Her hands gripped tighter around the base of his cock, and she slid her mouth very slowly over the head and down the shaft. All Mark could do was watch. He watched her swallow him, the length of him, over and over, faster and faster. Each time it seemed to intensify. She coaxed him to lower his body a bit and she began to stroke his balls and perineum. He was becoming lightheaded. She pressed a warm finger to the tight pucker of his ass, and applied more pressure to the underside of his cock with her tongue. He couldn't hold back any longer. He felt it coming, he wanted to stop, to wait, but part of him just didn't want to. She knew it was coming too, and if Mark would have had the capacity to think about it just then he would have realized that it was that which made him explode. She wanted him to cum for her; in her mouth. All of the desire he felt throughout the day culminated at that very moment, pulling from his entire being, and settled in his cock. He exploded with such force, he though he would pass out. Wave upon wave struck him, pounded him, until he was completely empty. He stopped Tracy, as he had become very sensitive and needed to stop for a moment. Tracy could see the lust in his eyes, and it was so intense it caused her to back up a bit. Mark sat upright, and pulled off the remainder of his clothes, and then set about to be certain that Tracy matched. His hands were swift as they grabbed and undressed her with such ease; she barely felt the touch as he exposed her ready flesh. When she was naked before him, she smiled at him. He looked at her hungrily, and she spread her knees wide, so that her legs fell open and she was exposed to him. He pressed her back and didn't waste time with false pretenses. He placed his hands on her inner thighs and set about to bury his tongue into her hot wet flesh. His tongue pressed roughly to her throbbing folds, wet with her nectar. He rolled his tongue in wide circles, each stroke harder and faster, and soon, her hips rolled and pressed, urging him to go deeper. Her hands were digging and clawing into the carpet and she was breathing very rapidly. Whimpers and moans were all the sounds she could muster. Mark didn't wager she could form words if she had to. He knew, he had been in that state, just moments before. He pressed two fingers to the softness of her core and entered her, roughly. Her flesh gripped his fingers, and he began to pump her with his fingers as his tongue relentlessly stirred all of her nerves into a crescendo. Her legs were twitching and she was trembling. All of a sudden the waves took her over, and she let out a wail as her back arched and body tensed. Her fingers tangled in his hair, and she urged him to press harder. Her sweetness intoxicated him, and her fragrance filled his senses. When the waves subsided a bit, as she struggled to catch her breath, she sat up a bit and looked him square in the eyes. "Please fuck me..." She growled at him. With the activity that his tongue had just experienced, his cock was ready and eager for more. Tracy glanced down and noticed this. She raised her leg, moved it over his head, and took her place in front of him, with her back to him, on her knees in front of the couch. Mark got to his knees behind her and pressed her forward so that her chest was on the couch. He spread her legs a bit wider and pulled her hips outward a bit. He placed the head of his again pulsing cock at her entrance and when she felt it, slid onto him. Her velvet softness gripped and squeezed him. It rivaled her mouth, as it had been earlier. He wasted no time in thrusting into her with swift, hard movements, only to be matched by her hungry response. Soon her body seemed to be bouncing off of his thrusts. Harder and deeper he thrust into her. She straightened her back, so that she was closer to his body, and as he wrapped his hand around her throat, she slid her hand around the back of his head. He could feel it in the back of his thighs, and she could feel it on her inner thighs... What should have been no surprise definitely was as they both started to cum again, with what seemed to be both of them at one point struggling to stay upright as the intensity overtook them completely. Over and over it churned them, each keeping the momentum for the other until both were spent, and they collapsed together onto the floor. As they lay, gasping for air, bodies moist with sweat and cum, neither one wanted to break the semi-silence. "Please spend the night Mark..." Tracy asked quietly. "Gladly!" he replied. No words were necessary, but they both knew that what had been a good day was going to be a long but fabulous night... Mark & Tracy Ch. 02 "There's an accident on the Eisenhower that has traffic backed up for miles," came the traffic reporter's voice from the radio. "No shit," thought Tracy. She'd been sitting in the rush hour traffic for nearly an hour and knew that there must have been something in the way of accident to have the traffic this backed up. Chicago traffic was by far the worst. She hated the traffic but had to go for an appointment that afternoon. Having finished it, she thought that she may miss the majority of the traffic, but this just had to happen. "Why does this always happen when I'm horny," she mumbled while turning off the radio. Tracy stared out the windshield of the car, looking at all the others in the same position she was in. On this particular Friday afternoon, she had really wanted to get home. Mark was going to be waiting for her and she couldn't wait to see him. She hadn't seen him since their business trip when they first got the chance to finally be with one another and her mind had been on it ever since. They'd talked on the phone, but were trying to not mention what had happened. She didn't know why. He'd start to mention it and she'd just change the subject. As Tracy thought about how hard she came when Mark had gone down on her in the hotel, she got wet. The traffic started to slowly inch forward but with her mind elsewhere, Tracy hadn't noticed. She heard a honk and some asshole yelling. She was jarred from her daydream and looked up. She inched forward and shot the asshole a dirty look. "Impatient prick." She noticed that the gas gauge was getting near empty and luckily there was a station at the next exit. An older woman was nice enough to let her merge over to the other lane when the traffic started to move again. Tracy exited the expressway and pulled into the station. She hadn't noticed that the asshole from the highway was right behind her. She pumped the gas and went inside to pay the attendant. She purchased a car wash, as well as a cup of coffee, and headed back out to her car. As she got in, her skirt hiked up a bit too far and anyone who may have been watch, the asshole in particular, would have gotten a good view of her shaved pussy. She had a habit of not wearing underwear. She just didn't like to wear it unless some formality made it so. She got in the car and adjusted her skirt. As she was pulling into the carwash her cell phone rang. "Hello?" "Where in the hell are you," came a rather frustrated voice. It was Mark. "I'm just getting my car washed and then I'll be home. Give me about 30 minutes, OK?" She heard Mark sigh, "I'm horny!" "Well so am I," she said. "What are you wearing," Mark asked. Tracy laughed to herself. She explained that she was wearing a skirt and a silk blouse. "No panties, I suppose," he replied half knowing that she wouldn't be. "But of course. When have you known me to wear any?" He thought about it for a minute, "Well, I've never noticed before. Not until I finally got you naked." Tracy's mind started to wander again. The car was just beginning to get washed. She lost herself in the thought of Mark's mouth and hands on her body and didn't realize she was starting to moan softly. "Hmmmm, sounds like someone is having fun in the carwash," she heard Mark teasingly say. "Why not," she thought to herself. "It's not like anyone is watching and he does seem to like to hear me get off. Lord knows I need to." Tracy let her fingers caress her hardening nipples and trace down her body to between her legs. She switched her cell over to the hands free option. "I'm so fucking wet," she purred. "Wanna listen to me get off?" Like she needed to ask. Mark groaned his approval. Tracy grabbed a small clit vibrator from the center console in the car. She turned it on and slowly started to tease her clit with it. The whole time she never noticed that the guy from the highway was sitting not too far from the carwash. It had a large plexiglass window that allowed you to see into the wash and he sat in his truck observing Tracy. She never gave it a second thought that someone might be watching her as she hiked her skirt up around her waist and started to really go at herself. She stroked her clit with the vibrator and fingered her wet cunt. She could feel the beginning of an orgasm and started to let herself get as vocal as she wanted. She could hear Mark groaning and beating himself off on the other end of the call. By the time she'd gotten off, she hadn't noticed that the carwash had ended some 5 minutes before and there was someone waiting behind her to have their vehicle washed. She told Mark she'd be there shortly and hung up. She didn't even bother to fix her skirt as she pulled out of the wash bay. She pulled back out onto the highway, lightly teasing her naked and wet pussy with her finger tips as she drove home. Something in her made her want to give a show to anyone that may want to watch. The asshole from earlier was enjoying it very much. He continued to follow her and stroke his hardening cock through his slacks as he drove along. She made it to her place and pulled into the garage. She observed Mark's car was in the other side of the garage. He must not have had a problem finding the opener and keys she'd left for him. As the garage door closed, Tracy didn't notice the truck and it's driver that had pulled up a few doors down from her house. She got out of the car and adjusted her skirt slightly. She walked into the house and saw Mark standing in the kitchen with a glass of wine, waiting for her. She walked to him and they kissed as he handed her the glass. Neither of them noticed the figure outside walking to the back of the house. Tracy and Mark made their way to the bedroom where they lay talking and sipping wine. Undetected, the stranger had made his way into the house. He made his way to an area that afforded a perfect view of the two lovers without being seen. He watched as Tracy got up from the bed and stood before Mark. He watched Mark's expression go from one of wondering to one of amazement as Tracy began to undress before him. She brushed her auburn hair from her eyes and gave Mark her best attempt at a sultry look. Mark gazed at her like he'd been struck dumb as she helped him to his feet. Tracy put her index finger to his lips. "Shhhhh. Don't say anything," she whispered. She undid the buttons on his dress shirt and slid it off his shoulders. She let her hands explore his broad chest and strong shoulders. She brought her hands down to his belt and unfastened it. He started to help her and she looked at him and just shook her head gently. He understood. She unbuttoned and slid his slacks down his legs. She helped him lift one leg, then the other to remove the pants. He stood only in his boxers and socks at that point. She slowly sunk down to her knees before him, let her hands caress his body as they made their way down to the waist band of his boxers. Slowly, she hooked her fingertips into the sides of the boxers and pulled them down off his body. Mark's cock sprung out and bobbed as it was freed. Tracy looked up at Mark and licked her lips as she used one hand to grasp his cock. She continued to look up into Mark's eyes as she began to slowly lap the precum off the tip. She began to circle the head of his cock with her tongue and gradually took him into her mouth with a moan. She allowed herself to enjoy the taste and the feel of Mark in her mouth. She brought her hands up to Mark's ass and pushed him forward, taking him deeper into her mouth. Mark's head went back and he started to groan as he felt his cock hitting the back of Tracy's throat. When he reached for her head and started to entangle his fingers into her hair, she didn't resist. If anything, it encouraged her to become more eager at the task. Tracy began to suck and moan as Mark began to thrust his hips. Tracy could feel her pussy starting to drip with her own juices. She began to fondle his balls as she continued to allow Mark to fuck her throat. Tracy knew that Mark wouldn't last much longer and she wanted the night to last, so she let up on the sucking. She pulled away, which wasn't really what Mark wanted. She sat back on her heels and looked up at him. "Let's get a bit more comfortable, shall we?" Tracy got up and positioned herself on the bed so that she was laying across it. Mark came around and Tracy guided him to kneel over her face on the bed so that they could be in a 69 position. The stranger could see Tracy's pussy glistening from his vantage point. He released his straining cock and began to stroke himself as he watched Mark spread her pussy lips with his fingers. Mark took his time, inhaling the scent of her excitement and enjoying the warm moistness of her pussy cling to his fingers as he explored her. The last time he was in this position he didn't have to opportunity to fully enjoy it. They were both drunk back then and he wanted this time to last as long as possible as well as Tracy. He could hear the slurps and sucking noises that Tracy's talented mouth were providing him. The feeling of her tongue tracing the veins on the shaft of his cock, licking the underside of it and then letting the whole thing just pop out of her mouth, catching her breath before she moved in for another go. He began to rub his index finger from Tracy's ass up to her clit. The moment it hit her clit, she moaned which caused the most exquisite vibrations on to his cock. He bent in and teased at her clit with the tip of his tongue. He couldn't believe how wet her pussy could get. Mark flicked his tongue over her clit several more times, each getting the moan of approval from Tracy. He slid his middle finger slowly into her cunt and just as slowly, started to remove it. She began to push her hips up to try to keep his finger in her. He began to suck and lightly bite her clit which nearly made her explode on his hand and brought a new round of moans to his pleasure as well. They continued to please one another like this for several minutes before Mark realized he had to cum. He situated himself so that he had a better position and started to ravage her cunt with his tongue and fingers. She, in turn, sucked like her life depended on it. He began to thrust his hips hard so that his cock was fully in her throat. She heard him start to grunt and new what it meant. She managed to flick the tip of her tongue over the head of his cock right before he plowed it back down into her throat and exploded. She fought back the urge to gag as he began to buck hard and drain himself into her. She swallowed ever last drop as he brought her to a body shaking orgasm with his tongue. She flooded his mouth with her juices as she clamped her thighs hard against his head. Mark turned himself so that he could get a better position between her legs. He had her lay diagonally on the bed. He took a pillow and placed it beneath her hips. He reached down to the side of the bed and grabbed one of the toys he knew she had. He'd managed to grab a vibrator that was close to 5 ½ inches and about ½ inches across. It had a clit attachment to it. He knew it was one of her favorites. He started without turning it on. He lay so that Tracy could fondle his flaccid cock if she had wanted to. He slowly rubbed the toy up and down her wet slit. Gently, he eased the tip into her pussy and watched as her cunt seemed to gobble the toy deeper. When he got it to the right depth, he turned on the clit attachment to a low buzz. Tracy moaned and started to roll her hips. Mark held her still and turned the stimulation up. Tracy started to gasp and bite her lip. She grabbed at Mark's cock and started to stroke him. Mark started to slowly fuck her with the toy and pulled himself away from Tracy's grasp. He loved to watch her pussy as it took the toy deeper and deeper with each of his thrusts. Tracy grabbed her large breasts and started to suck on her nipples. She'd pinch them as she looked down at Mark. "Mmmmmm, baby... that feels so fucking good!" He glanced up at her and licked his lips as he looked back at what he was pre-occupied with. She began to feel the orgasm welling in her and warned her lover that it was going to happen. "Come on, baby! I want to hear you cum. It always makes me hard to hear how much you get off. Come on. Cum on that toy for me... Pretend it's my cock fucking that twat." That's all Tracy needed to hear. Her back arched as she spiraled into an intense orgasm. The bed shook as Tracy bucked to meet the thrusts that her lover gave her. She was sure that the neighborhood probably heard her screams as Mark slowly pulled the toy out of her. Tracy laid there trying to catch her breath as Mark climbed between her legs. He took both her legs and pulled them straight up in the air. He looked down at Tracy and began to tease her again with the tip of his cock. Tracy pleaded Mark with her eyes. "Fuck me hard, Mark! Please! I need to have your cock so deep inside me!" He was more then happy to oblige her. With one thrust Mark plowed deep into her cunt, balls deep. He fell forward with his hands on either side of her body, as Tracy brought her legs around his waist. He lay there, relishing the feel of her cunt gripping his cock. Then he began to pound into her body. Each thrust made her breasts bounce. He looked into Tracy's eyes and she held his gaze. Both their mouths were moving, but no words were intelligible. He'd thrust in and she'd thrust her hips forward to meet him. They began to go at it like they'd never fucked before in their lives. Her finger nails started to scratch into his back as he continued to impale her harder and harder. Tears were welling in her eyes, but they weren't from pain. These were tears of joy. He pulled her up wrapping his hands behind her, embracing her to him as he continued to fuck her hard. She cried out that she was going to cum and he quickened his pace. Slamming into her as hard as he could. She dug her nails hard into his back and the mixture of the pain from that and the pleasure of having his cock milked by her pussy was more then he could take. He arched his back and slammed one final thrust into her before he came, filling her with his load. Mark kissed her neck and face. They lay back on the bed exhausted. He turned and looked at Tracy. She had her eyes clenched shut, biting her lip. "What's wrong?" She let out a nervous laugh. "Nothing. It's just..." she stopped short. "Just, I don't know." Mark propped himself up on one elbow. He caressed the side of her face and moved her face so that she could look at him. "Open your eyes, babe." She didn't want to. "C'mon. What's up? Are you ok?" She was. She just was so unbelievably happy at the moment. "It's stupid." She didn't want to answer him, but knew that she had to. "It's just that this has been so incredible. That was the most intense orgasm I've ever had. Thank you for that. I've just never had this kind of sex before. And I think I'm falling in love with you." She felt like an idiot, but at least she answered. He studied her face and knew it wasn't easy for her to say or that she'd even wanted to. He kissed her on the cheek and got up. Now you've done it, she thought to herself. Mark went into the bathroom and cleaned himself up. He came back to the bedroom and dressed. Tracy thought to herself that she'd just made the biggest mistake of her life. She turned so not to watch him leave. Mark came back to the bed and stood there staring at Tracy. She could feel his stare. She turned and looked up at him. He had a sad smile on his face. He began to say something but halted before the words were uttered. She looked down and when she looked back up, he had walked out. Tracy just lay there sobbing. "How could you be so fucking stupid? Why did you tell him that?" She was pissed at herself. She thought for sure he would never talk to her again. She never noticed that the stranger was making his way into the room, naked. To be continued.... Mark & Tracy Ch. 03 Gentle Readers - I'd like to thank all of you that read my first submission in this series and for all the positive feedback I received. As you can tell, the series is a bit different since part two. This chapter, obviously, picks up where the second ended. It helps to follow them in order to understand some of the characters. Again, please vote and any feedback, good or bad, is always greatly appreciated! Happy reading - Red Tracy lay on her bed, face down, sobbing into the pillows. Why had she told Mark how she felt? She couldn't believe how incredibly stupid she felt at that moment. Sure, she was very much in love with him, but did she really need to ruin what they had by confiding that to him? As she lay there crying, she did not hear the stranger that had crept into the house earlier and seen Mark and Tracy as they pleasured one another. By the time Tracy realized she wasn't alone, it was too late. He had straddled her from behind and had his hand over her mouth. His other hand yanked her hair back so that she couldn't move her head. "Listen you little cock tease, and listen good," came a harsh, deep voice. His breath was hot against her cheek. "You're going to do as you're told and we won't have any problems. I saw how you weren't wearing underwear when you were getting into your car downtown. You didn't seem to have a care when you showed that shaved pussy at the gas station. Didn't even think twice when you got yourself off while at the carwash or when you fingered yourself while driving home afterwards. But since you like to display your shaved cunt so much, we'll just have to show you what happens to sluts that like to tease. Now, close your eyes and don't you dare open them." Tracy did as she was told and felt the stranger put a blindfold around her eyes. He ordered her to sit on the edge of the bed. Being without the benefit of sight, Tracy did her best to get up and do as she was told. He grabbed her hand and she felt a silky sensation. "Put them on, now!" The order was very direct. It wasn't exactly a threatening tone, but it was one to be taken seriously. She figured that it was a pair of her lace thigh hi hose. She put them on and smoothed them out the best she could without being able to see if they were correct. "Stand up and get into those shoes," he directed her. Tracy stood and felt around with the tip of her nylon encased toes. She found the shoes and was amazed that she managed to get them on without slipping them onto the wrong feet on the first try. She stood there, waiting for the next order. She heard him come around to her. His hands were rather strong, but not punishing. He used just enough pressure with them on her shoulders to make her kneel before him. She could feel heat and smell a slightly salty, musky odor. She went to put her hands before her. The slap nearly caused her to fall flat on her back. Her jaw felt like it had been slammed into the wall. "Keep your hands behind your back. I didn't want to hit you, but you'll do as you're told. Do you understand?" Tracy lowered her head and nodded. "Good," he cooed as he caressed her cheek and jaw. "As long as you do what you are told, we won't have to resort to that type of discipline." Why did he keep saying ‘we'? Were there others in the room? Tracy didn't dare speak. Her jaw was still throbbing from the slap and she didn't want to chance that speaking when not spoken to was one of the rules that would result in another. She felt the heat again and could again smell the musky, salty odor. She clasped her hands tightly behind her back as she sat on her heels. She felt the smooth feeling of skin on skin. One of his hands was in her hair, holding her head still and forcing her to lift her face up. Was it his other hand that was rubbing her face? That was answered as she felt a wet sensation being traced over her cheeks, nose and then to her full lips. She pursed her lips together. He tugged on her hair just enough to make Tracy start to yelp. As she opened her mouth, he shoved his cock into her mouth. He jerked her hair back hard. "Don't even think about biting me, bitch. Just let it happen. If you decide to disobey, you'll be extremely sorry." Tracy's mind flooded with a myriad of scenarios as she felt him rock his cock in and out of her mouth. She thought about just allowing it to happen. What if she did "Bobbitize" this guy? If she did it well enough, she'd get away with no problem, right? But then again, he kept saying ‘we'. If there were others here, they'd prohibit her from escaping. Why hadn't she just met Mark at the hotel like originally planned? What if Mark came back? She'd just have to suffer with this. Besides, was she actually starting to enjoy this? The stranger used his hands to help guide Tracy's head up and down his cock. He didn't seem to really be in a hurry, wasn't entirely sure if he was even trying to get off at this point. He slowed altogether and told Tracy to stay on her knees. She heard him as he seemed to be dressing himself. She heard the zip of the pants and the rustling of cloth, probably his shirt. She was afraid but not totally fearful. He came back to her and helped her to her feet again. He took her hands behind her back and with a satin cord, tied them securely. He placed nipple clamps onto her nipples after sucking them to a nice hard point. He picked up her black trench coat and situated it onto her shoulders, buttoning it up the front. "Now, I'm going to take the blindfold off you for a moment. Behave, please. I'd really hate to have to mess up that beautiful face of yours." He actually sounded sincere with that last statement. Could the asshole possibly have a heart? She stood still and waited. The blindfold was removed and she opened her eyes slowly. Tears were still running down her cheeks from earlier. He came around in front of her and with a gentle touch, caressed them away with his hand. She actually found herself leaning into his touch. She looked up expecting to see a mask or some sort of disguise. Instead, there was a rather young, good looking man before her. He was tall. Probably 6 foot 3? He was of a relatively good build. Not overly muscular but not weak, either. His hair was blond and cut short. His eyes were a brilliant blue in the light of the bedroom lamp. His features were quite pleasant. If one was to see him out in public in any other situation, he'd be just a typical good looking guy. Not someone you'd think would break into your place, watch you fuck your lover and then take you captive. He traced her full lips with his thumb and again caressed the side of her face where he'd slapped her. He took her by the elbow and walked her out the back door of her house, around the side of the yard, and down to his truck. He helped her get situated into the seat and even did the belt for her. "Not too snug?" He smiled? What was with this guy? "Any particular station you'd like to hear?" This guy has got to be joking, right? "Uh, um, no... not really," she whispered with her head hanging down. Where was he taking her, she wondered? "I'm going to put the blindfold on you again and lean your seat back. Let me know if you're uncomfortable, ok?" He replaced the blindfold, letting his hands gently caress her neck and shoulders afterwards. He lowered the seat back so that she was fully reclined. Even if she was uncomfortable, she wasn't entirely sure that he'd actually do anything to relieve whatever discomfort she may have had. He started the truck and began to drive. She could see nothing under the cloth covering. She let her mind wander back to Mark, as the man continued to drive. The gentle sway of the truck as they traveled was actually starting to lull her to sleep. Some time later, Tracy wasn't entirely sure how much time had elapsed, she felt the vehicle stop and heard the stranger get out. She lay there, mind wandering all about again. He came to her door and helped her out. She could feel a cool, gentle breeze. The air was filled with the aroma of pine trees and rotting leaves. Was she in a forest? Where had he taken her? She could hear the click of the heels on the black top as he directed her away from the truck. She felt the sudden change of terrain beneath her feet as the heels started to dig into moist earth, causing her heels to slip from her feet momentarily. She about fell over as she tried to fix the shoe, but he had continued walking, not noticing her plight. He felt the tug of her falling forward, and quickly turned to catch her. He bent down and removed her shoes from her feet. He swung her body over his shoulder and then continued his trek into the unknown. He started to rub her ass through the coat. She started to squirm a bit and he swatted her firmly on the ass. She heard his foot steps on what appeared to be wood. Next, the sound of a rusty, creaky door opening. "Where the hell have you... ah, never mind. I see you're not alone," came a male voice from off to the left. He set her down and replaced the shoes onto her feet. He told her to stay quiet for a moment. "I've brought a cock tease that needs to learn a lesson, boys. She knows that she needs to listen and obey or there will be penalties. She should be no problem." Tracy's stomach dropped. Boys? How many of these sick mother fuckers were there? What the fuck is going on? She thought about running but where in the hell would she go? She couldn't remove the blindfold with her hands being restrained. She felt the stranger's hands on her shoulders again. He helped Tracy to move so that she was facing the direction of the voice. She could smell smoke from a fireplace and stale cigarettes. There was a lingering hint of beer also. He removed the blindfold from her eyes, whispering into her ear to just do as she was told and it would be fine. Tracy opened her eyes and saw 3 other men, all quite attractive, well dressed, sitting near the fireplace. If these guys were all so good looking, why did they need to do these types of things? If she'd met any of them in a bar, she'd probably share a drink, possibly even date one of them. Why do something this drastic? "Let's have a look, Chris." The request came from a rather dark haired, dark-eyed man. He was also younger than Tracy. She'd figure that he and the one that took her captive were both around 26? 27? She looked at the dark-haired man with somewhat pleading eyes, as if to say you really don't need to do this. "Sure thing. I think you'll like what you see!" Chris slowly undid the buttons on the trench coat. He removed it from Tracy's body, leaving her in the middle of the room, hands bound, no way to cover her nakedness. Her nipples, even if they hadn't been confined by the clamps, would have been rock hard. The room was cold where she stood. She was humiliated but wasn't sure she wanted to be totally submissive. She held her head up defiantly and stared at the men. "Oh, so we have a bitch, do we? Most would look down at their shoes, whimpering. But you? No, not you. You look at me as if you mean to fight. Well, slut, you won't be doing any of that. Let me assure you of that now. I have no qualms about distributing discipline as needed, even if it means drawing blood." He glared at her. She returned his stare, not seeming to back down. She couldn't understand why she was doing this. He was beginning to get a little unnerved by her unruly demeanor. He rose and crossed the room to her. He was probably 5' 10? Only a tad taller then her, but they could definitely look one another in the eye. He grabbed her by the neck with one of his strong hands. Chris stood there watching, as were the others. The man didn't squeeze hard, but just enough to make Tracy start to gasp for air. "I do believe we're going to have fun with this one, boys. Chris, you've done a very good job. You may watch for now." The man never broke eye contact with Tracy as he spoke, but he now loosened his grip. Tracy took in a sharp breath and finally looked down towards the floor. "David, I.." Chris began to speak. "Chris, don't argue with me. I know you think you call the shots, but I believe you know the true boss around here. You've done a good job, now shut up and sit down. You may watch for now and depending on how good this little whore you've brought us here is, you may get a piece of her." David turned his stare to Chris, who backed off and sat by the fire, staring into the flames. David looked back to Tracy. He began to circle around her, inspecting her as he did so. His hands drawn military style behind his back. He walked behind her and bent forward to whisper into her ear. "How should we start, hmm? Are we going to play nicely? Or do you need to be punished?" With that, David hit her hard against the back of her head, knocking her forward. Chris started to lunge forward to catch her, but the other two men by the fire held him back. One gave him a look that told him he knew better than that. He returned to staring at the fire. Tracy lay on the floor, arms bound behind her, unable to break the fall. She had a small cut on her temple on the left side. It stung, but she'd get over it. She thought to herself if the asshole was going to play rough, she could too. But then thoughts of Mark and her kids came flooding back. Best not to make any mistakes. No telling what this David was capable of doing. "Liam and Nick. Help the bitch up, would you. Get a cold compress for her forehead. We shouldn't be totally disrespectful to our guest," David ordered with a smug, arrogant snarl of a grin. She didn't know which was which, but the other two men, Liam and Nick, were both in their mid to late twenties, she would gather. They were both on the tall side being around 6 feet. Both had very nice builds and they could have passed for twins. They had dirty blond hair and green eyes. Both set to their task to get something to wipe Tracy's face with. One gently cleaned the wound while the other applied a bandage. Both also gave her pleading looks to behave as they assisted her. "Liam. Nick. You can have first dibs on this one. I think I'll just watch for now." David had undressed and was now sitting in a butterfly chair next to the fireplace. The heat from the fire now seemed to waft toward the middle of the cabin. There were a few chairs arranged near the stone hearth of the fireplace, a wooden country dining table near a window to the side with aged pine chairs. Tracy tried to preoccupy her mind while the Doublemint twins disrobed. Both actually appeared to be somewhat nervous as they approached her. They stared at her for a moment and looked back at David as to figure out if he was joking. David remained seated stroking his cock slowly. His other hand cupping and massaging his balls. "Well? What are you two waiting for? She's yours for now. Enjoy." With somewhat shaky hands, the two converged upon Tracy. One of them pawed at her large swollen breasts like a kitten playing with a ball of yarn. The other, stood behind her cupping her ass as he licked and kissed her shoulders and neck. The whole time, Tracy never once stopped staring at David. She felt the hands travel over her body. One of them tugging somewhat at the nipple clamps on her breasts. Her knees started to buckle somewhat. One of the boys brought the table toward the center of the room and helped her sit upon it. He undid the restraint on her wrists long enough to position her arms above her head, and lean her back onto the table. He readjusted them so that her hands were now tied to the end of the table. The angle was somewhat awkward for her, how now her breasts were thrust up and her back was arched. She felt her ankles being shackled and bound to either side of the table. She now lay with her legs widely spread. She felt the last of her dignity leave her. She guessed the one between her legs to be Liam and the one that was starting to remove the nipple claims to be Nick. She didn't dare ask. Why be proper with men about to take advantage of you? In any other circumstance, she would almost truly enjoy this. Did she really just think that? Good heavens. What was going on? Nick removed the nipple clamps and started to softly rub the tender nubs. He blew lightly on them, causing them to become harder then what they were. It was gratifying and irritating at the same time. Tracy bit her lip at the sensations. At the same time, Liam began to lick tauntingly at her clit. Her body was beginning to betray her. Her cunt was getting extremely wet with the attention that it was receiving. Nick positioned himself above Tracy to work on her nipples and breasts and to have her start to suck on his cock, which was probably 7 inches. The precum glistening at the tip. She could feel an orgasm starting to well deep within her as Liam continued to lick and suck on her clit. She took Nick's cock into her mouth and he slammed it down into her throat without warning. At the same time she started to climax, moaning around the invading cock. She flooded Liam's mouth with her juices and the sensation of her moans around Nick's cock made short work of him as well. Her throat and mouth were overflowing with his load. Tracy started to gag. His cum flowing down the sides of her cheeks, her chin and down her neck. It pooled on the table and into her auburn hair. Liam stood and positioned his 6 inch cock at the opening of her pussy. He grasped her thighs harshly and slammed into her body. Tracy screamed in pain. Liam was relentless with his thrusts. He pounded her cunt over and over again until finally he pulled out. She could her him grunt, as streams of his load seemed to burn into the flesh of her belly and thighs. The two men, spent and somewhat disappointed that they couldn't last longer, turned toward the fireplace. Tracy lay there, now wholly humiliated, with their cum still on her. David looked towards Chris and motioned that it was his turn. Chris stared blankly back at David. He wasn't sure he wanted anymore to do with this. To be continued....