0 comments/ 15855 views/ 0 favorites My Night With Tom By: lizziebeth For readers of my stories I know this isn't the one you have been asking me for, but I had to write down what happened to me last night, I am in the process of finishing the story you have all asked about, please be patient. Thanks. Tom and I knew each other from work, harmless flirting with sexual undertones, I had always been attracted to him. His dark features, tattoos, and great funny personality seemed to always cause a reaction with me. He had asked for my cell number a week ago and had made plans to call me. Well last night he called and wanted to know if I felt like having company, of course I did especially if it was his company. I knew what he wanted and believe me I have wanted to. It though is not like I want a relationship with him, but just to have had him, I have always wanted that. He called, "Hey baby, you feel like having company tonight." "Of course," I said trying to keep my inner excitement from coming through. "I am pretty sure I can find your place, I'll call when I am close if I can't find it." "Okay, I will see you in a few then, bye" "Bye baby," he said and we hung up. Knowing he would be there shortly I jumped into the shower, quickly washing the days housework of sweat off my body. Standing out side the shower drying off, sliding the towel down my body it was already excited by what could be about to happen. After slipping into one of my favorite nighties, I went to the living room lighting some candles, lighting a few in my bedroom. I sat on the couch in the living room, waiting for his call. Sitting there patiently watching the start of a movie, then the cell rang. "Well I guess I'm not as good as I thought, which is it?" I got up from the couch and went to the front door, "I just turned the porch light off did you see it?" "Yes I see it, I be right in. Bye baby" "Bye." I opened the door and he walked in, he was in shorts and a tank top covered by a jacket. His smile always makes me melt. He came inside and we went to the couch and sat down. "What you watching?" "Oh it's a movie remake of the flight of the phoenix; it's supposed to be pretty good." We sat watching the film for a little while, and then he touched my leg. My hand went to his and we were holding hands. A few moments later, he turned and looked at me leaned in close and then our lips touched. Passion surge through my body as I felt his tongue seeking mine. His hands on my breasts gently kneading them with his fingers as his mouth devoured mine. My hands ran through his hair as the kiss deepened. He reached for my hand and placed it on his cock, he was already hard. I could feel its length in my hand our mouths still melted to each other. He then broke the kiss, reached down and undid his belt and zipper pulling his cock out and I placed my hand on his cock for the first time. Its length and girth were wonderful I couldn't wait to get my lips on it. He began kissing me again for a few moments. Breathlessly breaking the kiss, "Let's go to the bedroom." "Alright." We rose from the couch and walked back to my bedroom, closing the door. Standing face to face, once again we were passionately kisses, his hands running over my back, then my breasts. My hand on his cock, stroking it slowly in my hand feeling it hardness in my grip. We shed our clothes; kissing again he backed to the bed and sat down. His cock still in my hand I lowered my mouth to take it into my mouth. It's large mushroom head sliding over my tongue. My hand continued to stroke his cock as I fed his cock deeper into my mouth. Sliding his cock in and out of my mouth, bringing it to my lips, to suck on the head sliding my tongue over the head and then sucking on it for a moment and then taking its length deep into my mouth, trying to take it as deep as possible without gagging on it. I wished at that moment that I was more apt at deep throating. His moans told me that he was enjoying it as much as I, his hands were in my hair holding it moving with the movements of my mouth on his cock. Moments later he rose from the bed and told me to lie down on the bed, at this time I was willing to allow him to do whatever he wished to my body. I was ready for it. He got between my legs and fed his thick cock into my waiting wet pussy, pushing it in he began to thrust into me, my hand rubbing all over his hairy chest, down his arms. Our moans mingled together and gasping breaths. As he thrust harder and faster into my wet pussy, his cock would slip from place and we would move and change position, reinserting it and continuing his assault on my pussy. My legs raised above my head, my hips thrusting toward his. His mouth devouring my breasts, sucking on my nipples sending shockwaves of pleasure straight to my pussy, again we would switch positions his cock wanting to pound my pussy hard. Sweat beading all over his body, as he slowed down. Our wanting so badly, we began thrusting wildly again, my feet upon his shoulders as he was on his knees thrusting his cock hard into my pussy. It felt so wonderful, his hard firm body beneath my fingertips as my hands moved over his skin, over his hairy chest my fingernails barely scratching at his skin. The sounds of passion filling the room, the bed creaking horribly because it's a metal bed, the mumbled passion words of yes', and that's it, the inevitable O.M.G's, mixed with the moans and groans of passion. All at once I felt my pussy tingling and I felt his fevered thrusts I knew we were close, my pussy began to spasm and his cock sank once again deep into its depths and with a groan his release with mine. My body began to shake, his breathing hard and gasping. Sweat pouring down his skin. He lifted himself from between my legs, rose from the bed turned on the fan that was nearby and stood in front of it for a few moments. Coming once again to sit on the side of the bed, he rubbed my leg trying to catch his breath. My body still reeling a bit, my fingers moving over my tingling skin. "Can I have some water baby it's hot. I came so hard I gave myself a headache." "Sure," I said rising from the bed putting my nightie back on and walking into the kitchen. Fixing his glass of ice water I walked back towards the bedroom and met him coming out, I handed him the glass and we walked back into the living room. The movie still playing and both of us wondering what had happened. I said, "Well I guess I'll have to rewind it later and see what happened. The movie ended and he asked to use the bathroom and I told him where it was. When he returned he stood over me and asked, "What I was going to watch now?" "I don't know," as sat well actually leaned down on the couch on one knee and leaned over me and began kissing me again passionately. The kiss intense and passionate, his hand and mouth on my breasts through my nightie, he rose from the couch. "Let's give it another try." I smiled and rose from the couch and walked to the bedroom, he followed me inside. Immediately he was out of his clothes again, as was I and in each others arms again. His lips on mine our tongues dancing together, our hands roaming over each other, my hand on his cock, his on my breasts. Again backed to the bed I lay down, his immediately between my legs, his cock searching for its place again. A deep moan escapes as it finds it mark and our hips thrust wildly towards each other, his mouth deep in my breasts, sucking wildly on them. Our love making wild and passionate, our movements now known to each other, I move to accommodate as his cock looses its way, helping it to find it's way yet again. My legs thrown farther up into the air, he on his knees thrusting wildly while sucking on my breasts, those breathless words heard once again, the creak of that bed. All at once his thrusts were harder I knew he would be ready to cum, I raised my hips off the bed meeting his thrusts. A few deep thrusts later, and he groaned breathlessly as he came. "Wow, I didn't mean that to be a quickie." I moaned in response unable to really speak yet. He sat again on the side of the bed for a moment. I gently rubbed his leg, he rose to dress and I did the same. We walked back out into the living room, sat on the couch his breathing not yet returned to normal. I rubbed lightly on his back, as I searched to see what was on T.V., I found a soft porn flick playing on Showtime, we watched a little of it, kissed a few times more. Then he began to put on his shoes, it was late and he had to drive back into the city. He put on his shirt and jacket rose from the couch we kissed again, and he hugged me tightly. I walked him to the door, I told him to be careful driving, and he kissed me again. And he walked out the door, closing the door I went back to the couch, sat down. And smiled. Now here is the question, what will happen tomorrow when I see him at work? Who knows, but I think we will be fine. We both knew it was for sex only, I just hope it happens more than this once. I can still smell him on my skin, and I love it. side note: Nothing has changed between us, were cool. My Night with Trace To the readers: This is not a true story, but it is a dream I had a few nights ago and wanted to have it in writing. I would love for this to come true someday. Enjoy! * I was visiting my friend Kim in Tennessee and we had planned on attending the Trace Adkins concert in her town one night of my visit. The day arrived and we were both very excited. She had gotten us front row tickets as well as a back stage pass for me as a late birthday gift, since she knew I was totally hooked on Trace and his music. I mean, oh my God, who wouldn't be with that sexy deep voice and that gorgeous long blond hair, and those muscles MMMMMM! And who could forget that sexy goatee! Anyhow, that morning, Kim and I went to her salon and had our hair done, then we went to the mall and bought new outfits to wear to the concert, including new shoes. She bought a pair of tight black jeans and a sparkly white t-shirt with Trace's picture on it, and a new pair of cowboy boots. My outfit consisted of a tight black denim skirt, a red tank top with Trace's name on it in rhinestones, a black garter belt with matching silk stockings, a red thong and bra set, and black leather high heeled boots. After our shopping, we stopped by McDonalds and bought some lunch to go, then went back to Kim's house to eat and get ready for the concert. We had to dress and do our hair and makeup and leave her house again by 5 pm since it was a 45 minute drive to where the concert was being held, and who knows how long it would take us to get into the arena, especially if we couldn't find a close parking spot. We waited in line and the security guy checked my back stage pass. He looked on his clipboard and smiled as he handed me an envelope with my name scrawled elegantly across the front of it. He said, "This is from Trace. Read it when you get to your seat." I smiled and thanked him, then Kim and I went inside to find our chairs. About 10 minutes later, we finally found our seats and sat down. I quickly opened the envelope, careful not to rip it, and pulled out a sheet of paper. I unfolded it and read it as a big smile spread across my face. It was a hand-written letter from Trace, inviting me to dinner as a birthday present, all set up by my dear friend Kim. I felt a tear slide down my cheek as I turned to Kim and hugged her tight, thanking her over and over again. Once we both composed ourselves again, we settled in to wait for the concert to start. I couldn't help reading the letter over and over again, soaking up every hand-written word that Trace had written. Half an hour later, the lights went down and I folded the letter back up and put it back into the envelope, then tucked it into my purse. The music began and Trace stepped out on stage looking like a country music God! He was dressed in his usual tight black jeans and t-shirt, black cowboy boots and his sexy black cowboy hat. He immediately looked down at me and winked and gave me a big smile. He mouthed the words. "See you after the show." and I nodded at him, totally star-struck. My heart was beating so hard that I thought for sure it was going to burst with happiness. The first song he did was my absolute favorite one, "One of Those Nights, " and I knew in my heart that tonight was definitely going to be a wonderful night to remember forever. The next song was "Hot Mama" and I was dancing along with the music, so was Kim. He did "Arlington" in memory of our fallen soldiers, "Songs About Me," "Rough and Ready," "Swing," and "Baby I'm Home." After that song, he had the band stop playing for a few minutes. He pointed to me and said, "I'd like to have a very special lady come up on stage for a few minutes. It's her birthday and I want to personally sing the Birthday song to her up here on stage. Christine, would you please come up on stage?" I nodded with a big grin on my face, my heart throbbing in my chest so loud that I thought the whole arena could hear it, and Kim pushing me toward the two security guys who were waiting by the fence to help me up on stage. I went nervously up the steps to the stage where Trace was waiting for me, his hand outstretched to me. I nervously placed my hand in his and felt sparks shoot through my body at the contact. I looked up at him in surprise and was astounded by how much taller he was than me. One of his roadies brought out a stool and Trace asked me to sit on it. He started singing "Happy Birthday" to me in that deep sexy voice, and I just knew I was in Heaven! I was so wrapped up in watching him that I didn't even hear the crowd singing along with him. It was incredible!! I couldn't take my eyes from his. I knew this was the best birthday present anyone had ever given me and I would never forget it. I looked into the crowd at Kim and she was smiling and wiping away tears of joy because she was so happy for me, having this special birthday gift from her. Trace was still singing to me, and I felt happy tears slide down my cheeks. Trace raised his hand and gently wiped them away with his finger just as he finished singing to me. He took my hand and helped me off the stool then hugged me tight. I hugged him back and he whispered in my ear, "Join me for dinner tonight, Chris, just you and me, alone in my hotel room." I couldn't speak, I was so surprised at the invitation, so I nodded and he said, "I'll have my limousine waiting for you after the show. See you later, baby." Then he gave me a long passionate kiss and helped me back to my seat in the front row. Kim was ecstatic when I returned and she grabbed me into a big hug and asked me all about it as Trace began singing "The Rest of Mine" and then "Chrome" and "Love Me Like There's No Tomorrow." I couldn't help but remember that kiss, and I was all tingly with anticipation of the night ahead. Trace finished the concert with his final three songs, "Ladies Love Country Boys", "Ain't No Woman Like You", and "Honky Tonk Badonkadonk." Trace left the stage and the crowd cheered, but I doubt many cheered louder than I did. He looked down at me as he left the stage and blew me a kiss and winked at me, then went backstage. Kim and I quickly made our way through the crowd, most of them moving out of our way as we walked. We got outside finally, and Kim and I hugged goodbye and she wished me a pleasurable night. I told her I'd call her soon with the details, then she went to her car and I turned to walk around to the back of the arena but one of the security guys stopped me. I asked him, "Is there a problem, sir?" He shook his head and said, "No Ma'am, Mr Adkins asked me to personally meet you here and walk you to the limo so you made it there safely." I smiled and thanked him, then walked beside him to the rear parking lot where Trace and his limo awaited me. He was leaning against the car with a single long-stemmed red rose in his hand and a smile on his handsome face. I smiled back then turned to thank the security guard, but he was already gone. So I walked to Trace and he pulled me into his arms and kissed me deeply. He was so much taller than I was and I was on my tip-toes to reach his lips, but he still had to bend slightly to embrace me. He broke the kiss and his chauffeur opened the car door for us. Trace motioned for me to get in first, then he got in behind me. I sat on the plush leather seat and he was beside me in seconds, his arm around my shoulders. The chauffeur closed the door and Trace asked me, "Would you like some champagne, Chris?" I nodded shyly and he poured a glass for each of us, handing me a glass. I sipped tentatively at it, and smiled at the smooth sweet flavor, and giggled as the bubbles tickled my nose. He chuckled and I blushed as I felt the desire flow over me at hearing his deep sensual voice. He must have known what I was thinking because he took my hand and began kissing and licking my fingers, drawing them into his mouth one by one. His kisses traveled up my arm to my shoulder, placing little nips on my shoulder and the side of my neck. I closed my eyes to savor the wonderful sensations I was feeling when he touched me. My flesh felt like it was on fire every place he touched me. His hand slid from my shoulder down to my chest, and lightly caressed the upper swell of my left breast as he brought his lips to mine. His goatee was tickling my cheeks as he kissed me but I didn't care. I was in the arms of the sexiest guy in country music and I was extremely happy! His right hand came over to my left breast and gently squeezed it, which sent a shiver of excitement through me so that I moaned softly. He broke the kiss and smiled at me, then took my hand and placed it on the sizable bulge in the front of his tight jeans. I ran my hand up and down over his erection and guessed that it had to be at least 9-1/2 inches long and pretty thick. I licked my lips and he reached his hand down to unbutton his fly. I watched every movement like a hawk, each button popping open brought me ever closer to the ultimate goal of having Trace Adkins' cock in my hand, my mouth and soon enough in my hot wet pussy. When he undid the final button, he took my hand and laid it on his lap then he said with a wickedly sexy grin, "Baby, you do the rest and release the monster for your enjoyment." I slowly slid my hand beneath the waistband of his boxer-brief underwear and gently wrapped my hand around his rock hard cock. I was surprised by how thick he was. My thumb and middle finger didn't even touch each other, but it didn't matter. I knew he would fit in my cunt if he got me wet enough, but there was no way at all that he would fit in my ass without ripping me open. I looked up at him as I caressed his shaft and said, "Trace, I never imagined you'd be so big! I want to taste you, honey. May I?" I asked shyly. He nodded and I leaned over his lap and gave his cock a few tentative licks, tasting his pre-cum that had leaked out of the little hole and it was soooo good! I felt that I had died and gone to Heaven! I slowly enclosed my lips around the ruby head of his cock and stroked it with my tongue. I felt Trace lean back against the seat and heard him groan as my tongue and hands pleasured him. I fondled his balls with my right hand as my left hand held his cock for me to suck and lick it. I stroked him and sucked just on the head and he growled, "Oh baby, don't stop. That feels so good." So, I kept going, and felt him swell a bit more in my mouth. I could tell he was close to cumming, so I started sucking harder and faster, coaxing forth his love juices. Within about five minutes, I felt the first gush of hot cream strike the back of my throat, and I swallowed it, and all the other jets of love cream that he shot into my mouth. There was so much cum that some of it leaked out of the corners of my mouth and dripped down my chin onto the seat. He growled as he shot the last stream of cum into my mouth, then pulled me up onto the seat beside him and he kissed me deeply, tasting his own cum on my lips. I was so happy that he said, "Baby, your cheeks are glowing. Is someone a happy birthday girl or what?" I smiled and said, "Yes Trace, I'm very happy. This is a dream come true for me. I never thought that in a million years, I'd ever get to meet you in person, let alone be sucking your cock or kissing you in the back of your limo. I can just imagine what you have in store for me at the hotel room." He smiled wickedly, kissed me again, then gently pushed me back on the seat as he raised my legs up. "Here's a little preview of what's in store for you, baby." he said as he leaned down and lifted my skirt up to my waist, then licked the thin fabric of my panties, which were already wet from my juices. I moaned as his tongue pressed over my clit and I couldn't speak from the sheer pleasure I was feeling at having Trace Adkins licking my underwear. He moved his hands up to my hips and pulled down my panties, baring my shaved pussy to his hungry gaze. He looked up and smiled at me when he saw the hair above my clit shaved to make the letters T and A, which of course, were his initials. He gently opened my pussy lips with his thumbs and gave a few long slow strokes with his tongue, licking me from anus to clit and back down a few times. I moaned loudly as he clamped his lips around my clit, sucking it into his mouth. "Ohhhh yessss Trace! Suck my clit baby, that feels sooo good!!" I moaned. He sucked harder and I felt the tip of his tongue flicking over my clit between his lips. I gasped as I felt him slide his finger into my vagina and start to finger fuck me as he licked and sucked my clit. It was so good that it didn't take long for me to have my first orgasm with him. A few moments after he inserted his finger, I climaxed all over his hand and mouth, and I heard him licking up all my juices. I was panting hard and my eyes were closed tight as I savored the feelings. I felt him release my clit and give me a few more full-pussy licks before sitting up then pulling me up slowly and embracing me tenderly. I leaned my head against his shoulder and looked up at him. His face was flushed and his goatee glistened with my pussy juices. I blushed when he looked at me, and he said, "What do you think of that, baby? I made you squirt too." I blushed a darker shade of pink and said, "Oh Trace, that was wonderful. I cant wait til we get to the hotel room. Are we there yet?" He looked out the window and said, "Yeah babe, we are. We should clean up a little bit before we get out though." He reached into a small cabinet on the door and pulled out a travel pack of Wet Ones, then handed me one to wipe my chin and then my pussy. He used one to wipe his face and hands, then threw both wipes into the trash bin. He fastened up his pants and I pulled up my underwear and pulled down my skirt, straightened my shirt, and finger combed my hair just as the limo pulled to a stop in front of the hotel. I glanced out the window to see several security guards there holding back the crowd. The chauffeur came around and opened the door of the limo and Trace stepped out first, then turned and took my hand to help me out as I grabbed my purse from the seat. I stepped out and he led me into the hotel, right to the elevator. We stepped into the elevator and he pressed the button for the penthouse suite on the top floor. Two minutes later, the elevator stopped and the doors opened. We walked down the hall to a pair of mahogany double-doors, and a butler was waiting there to open the doors for us. When I stepped through those doors into the room, I was astounded. It was like stepping into an old time country cabin in the woods. The walls were all dark oak paneling, the furniture was cherry finished oak with plush cushions and pillows on it. There were paintings of wildlife and nature scenes on the walls, and the ceiling was painted to look like a blue sky dotted with big fluffy clouds. "Oh Trace, this is beautiful! It reminds me of the cabin that my grandparents took me to every summer when I was a kid." I said in a whisper. He smiled down at me and said, "It does the same to me, baby. Would you like a tour and see the rest of the place?" I nodded and he took my hand, leading me through the main room to the kitchen, which was equipped with all stainless steel appliances. Then we went down the hallway and he opened the door to the master bedroom. Right there in the middle of the room against the wall, was a huge king-size bed draped with black satin sheets and a black comforter, upon a raised platform. There were steps that you had to climb to get up onto the bed because it was so high up. Over in the far left corner was a hot tub, steam coming off the water which was scented with lavender. There was a large walk-in closet in the far right corner, by the bed. On the wall opposite from the bed, there was a door. I walked over to the door and looked inside to see the most gorgeous bathroom! There was a huge garden style tub, a glass walled shower stall, a double sink, and the toilet of course. The walls were mahogany colored tiles, and the floor was red marble. There was a bay window by the tub and a brass towel rack between the tub and shower. In the corner by the toilet, was a cabinet full of the towels and washcloths and other bath items. I peeked into the cabinet and was surprised to see some lavender bubble bath. I turned to Trace with the bottle in my hand and he smiled and said, "Hey, I like a nice bubble bath once in a while." We both laughed then went back to the bedroom where he pulled me tight into his embrace as he slid his hands over my back and ass. I did the same to him, squeezing his ass every time my hands went to it. We kissed as we undressed each other, tossing clothes all over the room as they came off. When we both were naked in the middle of the room, Trace lifted me up into his arms and carried me over to the hot tub. He slowly lowered me into the steamy water then joined me in there. The water was the perfect temperature and he pulled me to him and we cuddled for a few moments, our hands wandering over each other's bodies and getting us aroused. My hand drifted down over his rock hard abs and tickled the patch of sandy blond hairs at the base of his now erect cock, bringing forth a deep chuckle from him. He placed his hands on my hips and lifted me so I was straddling his lap. He smiled as I reached down and wrapped my hand around his shaft and guided it to the waiting wetness of my pussy. I slowly lowered myself on his cock, inch by inch, and moaned as he fully embedded himself in me. I couldn't believe how big he was, nor how thick. He whispered in my ear, "Baby, you are so tight on my cock. You fit me like a glove perfectly." I smiled and kissed him as my hands kneaded his broad muscular shoulders and I slowly began raising and lowering myself on him. His hands were still on my hips, helping to lift me. He moved his hands behind me and down over my ass to cup my butt cheeks and squeeze them lightly. It felt sooo good! I started moving faster up and down on his lap, his cock sliding easily in and out of me as I kissed him deeply. The water of the hot tub was splashing out onto the floor but he didn't seem to notice or care. The pace increased, and he moved me faster and harder on his thick shaft. Water was going everywhere and neither of us cared a bit. Within moments, I started feeling those familiar sensations starting deep in the pit of my stomach and I knew I was getting close to my climax. I moaned and sunk my nails into Trace's shoulders as my climax hit me, causing me to scream out his name in ecstacy. My muscles tightened around his cock and I felt him throb and pulse within me, and I knew he was almost to his own orgasm as well. I kissed him again as I continued moving on his shaft and within seconds, I felt the first jets of cum hitting my cervix deep in my pussy. He growled like a tiger as he shot deep inside me and I collapsed against him, my head on his shoulder as we both panted and slowed our breathing. I looked him in the eyes and said, "Trace honey, that was incredible! Thank you so much for asking me to spend the evening with you as a birthday gift for me. I will treasure this night in my heart forever." He looked back at me with those gorgeous blue eyes and said, "Chris, baby, this night isn't over with yet. There's still much more to come, including dinner. Now, how about we get out of this tub and dry off, then I'll call room service for our dinner, and some dessert. Any preference for a wine to go with dinner, babe?" I shook my head no as we stepped out of the hot tub. He got out first, then helped me out so I wouldn't fall. He handed me a big white fluffy towel and I wrapped it around me. He went into the bathroom to pee, and I heard the shower come on. I followed him in and dropped my towel, stepping into the shower behind him. I ran my hands all over him, from his wide muscular shoulders, down his chest and belly, around to his upper back and lower back, down over his tight ass, which I playfully pinched before sliding my hands around to fondle his now limp shaft and balls. My Night with Trace He turned around and cupped my breasts, playfully pinching and tugging my nipples as I slid my hands up to tangle in his sexy long sandy blond hair. He grabbed a bar of soap and a washcloth from the shower shelf, and soaped me down good, sliding the washcloth all over my body, lingering at the juncture of my thighs. He rinsed me off completely and had me stand under the shower spray to wet my long brown hair. He grabbed a bottle of shampoo from the shelf and poured some into his hand, then washed my hair for me, massaging my scalp firmly but gently. I moaned and he leaned down and kissed me, a soft lingering kiss on my full rosy lips. I knew I was in love then. I was hoping so much that this night would last forever, but I knew it was just a one night deal. I started feeling kind of sad, and Trace sensed it. He tipped up my chin and asked, "Baby? You ok? You seem kind of sad and distant just now. I hope I didn't do anything to scare you." I looked down at my feet, not wanting him to see the tears in my eyes, and said, "No Trace, I just was wishing this night would go on forever, but I know that it can't, that this is just a one night deal. I'm having so much fun with you, and I will miss it so much when the night is done." He reached around me and turned off the water after I finished rinsing the soap from my hair, then we stepped out to dry off. As I bent down to get my towel from the floor, he pulled me back up and into his arms, holding me tightly as he placed kisses on the top of my head. His hands moved soothingly up and down my back, and I fought hard to keep the tears at bay, but wasn't able to. Trace heard me sniffle, and stepped back. "You're crying baby. Come on, lets go in the bedroom and talk." I nodded my head, then wiped my tears with the corner of my towel. I went into the bedroom and sat on the side of the bed. He came in a moment later and said, "I just called room service and our dinner will be here in about a half hour, plenty of time for us to talk." I nodded and wiped my tears again. He sat beside me, wearing only a towel around his waist, and pulled me to him. "Don't cry baby. It'll be alright. This will not be just a one night deal. I will come back here as often as I can to be with you, I promise. We will talk on the phone, and on the computer by email and instant messenger when I can't be here for you. I'll always be just a phone call or IM or email away, baby." he said lovingly. I looked up at him and saw a hint of wetness in his eyes too, as if he didn't want to lose me, then I threw myself at him, hugging and kissing him passionately. As we fell back onto the bed, our towels slipped loose and we rolled around naked on the bed, touching and exploring each other. Trace found himself on his back with me straddling his lap, my breasts pressed tightly against his chest as I kissed his neck. I sat up and he slid his hands up my sides to my breasts, cupping and kneading them gently. Suddenly a vision of the lady in his "Hot Mama" video popped into my head, and I picked up the satin top sheet that had slid out from beneath us. I closed my eyes and started moving like the woman in the video, sensually and slowly, swirling the sheet around me as I raised and lowered myself over him. I must have been driving him mad with desire because he quickly grabbed the sheet and flung it to the floor, then placed his hands beneath my thighs, raising me up enough to slam his cock home in my hot wet pussy. He guided me up and down rapidly on his rock hard shaft and within moments, I was extremely close to orgasm. He knew that and pulled my face down to his and kissed me deeply as he rolled me over so I was pinned beneath his handsome body, and he was still thrusting within me hard and fast, pounding my pussy like there was no tomorrow. I was panting and moaning loudly, tightening my legs around his waist, not wanting to let him go, wanting him to stay inside me forever. Within moments, he was tensing and I felt his shaft pulse within me as he shot his cum deep inside me, which caused me to climax at the same time. Each pulse of his cock made me orgasm all over again as my body clenched and squeezed his shaft. He collapsed on me, his weight on his shoulders, and kissed me tenderly. He looked into my hazel eyes and said softly, "I think I love you, Chris. I definitely want more than a one night fling with you, baby. I know my concert schedule is hectic, but I will be here with you every chance I get. I promise you that." Just then, the door bell rang. "That must be our dinner babe. I'll go get it, you stay right here and don't move a muscle." he said with a smile. He slid on a pair of jogging shorts, and went to the front door. I heard him talk to the room service person, then a few moments later, Trace came back into the bedroom. He had a white hotel bathrobe draped over his arm, and held it up for me to put on. Then he carried me like a bride over the threshold, to the kitchen/dining area and sat me carefully on one of the chairs at the table. There before me on the table was a plate of scrumptious food: a barbequed beef steak, baked potato with butter, sour cream and bacon bits, sliced carrots with honey glaze, and hot dinner rolls with butter. He had the same on his plate. A full bodied white wine was in our glasses, and there was a pitcher of ice water on the table as well. Off to the side of the table sat 2 covered dishes. He said, "That's our dessert, babe. I'm not going to show it to you until you're done eating your steak and potato." I smiled and picked up my fork and knife and began eating. I said to him as I ate, "Honey, all that awesome sex sure has given me an appetite. This steak is delicious, just like you!" I saw him blush as he started eating his steak, and a smile crossed his face too. I was so happy to be spending the night with Trace Adkins. My friend Kim sure had planned this out well for me, I thought. I had no idea how I'd thank her for it later, but I'd come up with something. Trace and I finished eating, and he placed our plates on the counter in the kitchen. I was so curious about what he had ordered for our dessert, that I couldn't wait to see what it was. He smiled and lifted the lids, revealing 2 slices of warm apple pie topped with vanilla ice cream and whipped topping. I grinned and said, "Oh my gosh Trace! How did you know that Apple Pie A La Mode was my favorite dessert? Did Kim tell you?" He smiled and nodded, then passed me my plate of pie. We both ate and I teased him a little bit by sticking my finger into the whipped cream and ice cream then licking it off slowly. He chuckled and I almost melted with pure joy at that deep sensual sound. We finished eating, and Trace put all the dishes on the room service cart, which had been left by the front door, then he wheeled the cart outside into the hall by the elevator. He buzzed room service on the phone and let them know that we were done with the food, then he came back into the livingroom where I was sitting at the window seat looking out over the city. He sat behind me and pulled me back to lean against him and wrapped his arms around me, gently rubbing my arms. I sighed happily and we both sat there for almost an hour just cuddling and watching the nightlife down below on the streets. I tried to hide a yawn, but he caught it, and picked me up without a word, carried me into the bedroom and laid me on the bed. He untied the sash of the robe and slid it from my body, tossing it onto the stool at the foot of the bed. He quickly removed his shorts and got in bed beside me and started caressing every inch of my body, lingering at my breasts and pussy with his hands and fingers. I closed my eyes, savoring every fiery touch of his fingers and lips on my flesh, and when I felt him gently spread my legs, I knew I wanted him deep inside me. I raised my arms and opened my legs wide for him, and he accepted the invitation, plunging his hard cock deep into me completely. My legs moved up and wrapped around his waist as he slid in and out of me in a slow steady rhythm. My arms slid all over his arms and shoulders, massaging and kneading his straining muscles. I playfully tugged at his goatee and he nipped at my ear and nose and chin before capturing my lips in a deep, passionate, soul-searing kiss. I felt his hand slide down between our bodies and search out and locate my hard swollen pleasure nub, stroking it lightly at first, then as his thrusts became more intense, his fingers on my clit also applied more pressure, causing me to experience an intense, mind-shattering orgasm almost immediately. He rolled us over so that I was straddling him, and I sat up, reached behind me and started to fondle his balls, tickling the sensitive spot right behind them. I felt him get harder inside me and felt the moisture leaking out of me from my orgasm to cover his ball sack. I moved slowly up and down on him, grinding my clit against his pelvis on each downstroke, and within moments, I felt him releasing his love juice deep inside me for the third time that night. I collapsed atop him and we were both breathing hard. He was still buried within me and I felt him growing limp. With a slight shift of my hips, he slid free and I felt our mixed juices leak out of my well-fucked pussy. I yawned and Trace asked, "Getting tired, lover?" I nodded against his chest where my head was resting, and he said, "Let's go in the bathroom and clean up then go to bed. You need some rest, baby. I'm pretty sure I wore you out tonight, between the concert excitement, the limo ride and all the sex here." So we went to the bathroom, showered quickly, then dried off and went back to bed, both of us naked. He pulled the blankets up over us and then pulled me close. I rested my head on his shoulder, and put my hand on his chest. I yawned again, and he said, "Go to sleep, honey." then kissed me gently on the forehead. Within moments I was sound asleep in a huge bed on satin sheets with the man of my dreams, happy and sexually satisfied, not wanting the night to end. The next morning, I awoke to the smell of coffee and bacon drifting into the bedroom. I stretched leisurely and slowly opened my eyes. I looked around and saw that I was alone in the bed. I yawned, and stretched again, then when I looked toward the bedroom door, I see my sexy man standing there in the doorway wearing only a pair of red silk boxers and a big sexy grin on his handsome face. I smile and he comes into the room, gets on the bed and says, "Good morning, beautiful. Sleep well?" I nod yes and he kisses me tenderly, then says, "Breakfast awaits you, my love. There's coffee, orange juice, eggs, toast, bacon and fresh fruit waiting for you out on the table." He helps me out of bed and I slide the robe on, then pad barefoot into the bathroom to pee and wash up before going to the table and sitting to eat. He says to me, "Kim called and asked how your night went. I told her you were still sleeping and I'd give you the message that she called, so she said for you to call her as soon as you got home today, baby." I thanked him for the message then we ate breakfast. I glanced at the clock on the wall and saw that it was almost noon already. I looked at him in surprise and said, "Oh my God, it's almost noon already, Trace! Aren't you supposed to be on the road to Atlanta by now? I don't want you to miss your next concert date, honey. I better finish eating, then get dressed so I can go home and you can get going to your next concert." He said, "No worries baby. I called my tour manager and told him I'd be a couple hours late, and besides, the concert isn't until tomorrow night at 8. I'll take you home with my limo when you're ready to go. We can still spend a few more hours together before I have to go, honey." I smiled and said, "That would be ok with me. I'm really enjoying my time with you, and I felt for sure that I had died and gone to Heaven last night when we were making love." We went in the bedroom and I started to dress, but he stopped me and had me sit on the bed for a moment. He smiled and said, "Baby, I felt the same way. That's why I want to be with you as often as my schedule allows. Now, I have a gift for you, sort of a late birthday present for you. I forgot to give it to you last night, baby. Hppy Birthday, babe." He got up from the bed and went to the closet, took out a big white box tied with a red ribbon, and brought it to the bed. Trace had me open the box and I did, untying the ribbon and lifting the lid of the box off. I moved aside the white tissue paper to reveal a silver fox fur coat. He lifted it out of the box and said, "Stand up and try it on, baby." I got up and slid my arms into the sleeves of the coat. The bottom hem of it stopped just a couple of inches above my feet. I ran my hands lovingly over the silver gray fur and hugged the coat to me. Then I turned and went into Trace's arms, giving him a big hug and thanking him for the gift. He tipped my chin up and kissed me then said, "Look in the box again baby. There is something else in there for you." I went over to the box and looked inside to find an envelope. I took it out and opened it to find a V.I.P. pass good for all of his concerts, including hotel reservation forms already filled out, and limo reservation to and from all the concerts, plus airline tickets for the out-of-state shows. I looked up at him, tears in my eyes, and said, "Thank you so much Trace. You have no idea what this means to me. I will treasure it always, sweetheart!" Then I hugged him tight again as he wiped my tears away. We made love again, after I hung the fur coat on a hanger in his closet, then a few hours later, I took it back out, placed it and the concert packet back in the box, and got dressed again. Trace dressed as well, then he called his limo and half an hour later, we were on the way to my home, so he could get on the way to his next concert show in Atlanta. At my house, we kissed and hugged, and I thanked him again, told him I'd miss him a lot, and he told me he'd email or call me later that night once he got to his hotel room. I gave Trace one of my cards with my phone numbers and email addresses on it, then he carried the coat box into the house and laid it on my kitchen table for me. We kissed and hugged again, then he left. I stood on the front porch watching and waving until his limo disappeared around the corner, then I went inside and put on the fur coat and popped his newest CD into my stereo and sat on the couch hugging the coat and listening to his voice sinking into my soul, and missing him dearly, already anticipating the next time we'd be together. It definitely turned into "One of Those Nights!" The End. My Night with Two Strippers The Electric Dollhouse used to be a strip club in a rural area, not far from a large university. It was far enough off-campus that not many college students went there. They'd rather drink nickel beers and stare at the coeds than pay five bucks cover charge, five more for the beer and then have to tip a few dollars an hour or get the cold shoulder from the dancers, some of whom weren't worth the trip to start with. It was in an old warehouse district, out of the way. It always sent a thrill down my spine to go there. I was about twenty-two, out of college but with the rest of the year paid for on my college apartment lease, thanks to my parents' generosity. And with no girlfriend, there were worse ways to pass a Sunday afternoon than checking out some female flesh. I parked my junker next to the plumbing supply warehouse, so I could get out easier than if I had parked in the cramped parking lot of the Dollhouse. It was dark and threatening to snow, wind whipping as I made my way toward the muffled throbbing bass beat and faint neon glow of the painted-over glass door to the club. Opening that door and walking through was like walking into a sort of paradise, for a guy anyway. It was warm, well, warmer anyway. The howling wind was shut out. The initial darkness seemed to warm up to a shimmering glow from bar lights and the jukebox. At first all you could see was the bar area, a few sad-looking faces of the going-nowhere old men who pass chunks of their lives in bars obliviously. There was the ex-biker-looking bartender. Maybe he was a 'Nam vet, who knows? He was friendly enough, as long as he recognized you as a customer. He was only wary of strangers who could be cops or process servers. As your eyes adjusted to the layout and lighting, it would come into focus. There, at the back, behind the bar was a cavernous room, with smoke hanging in the air. Cutting through all the smoke and the flashing lights and the silhouettes of the odd patron, there would be a nice pair of tits. Sometimes very nice. It was almost supernatural how I could zero in on tits from a mile away blindfolded. Occasionally, I'd enter the place at a moment when no dancer would be onstage or when she would be covered up. I always felt cheated in a way. I loved that you could walk in off the street and there were tits. Boom. Just there to be looked at. The night I would always remember started like a dozen others, walking into the Electric Dollhouse and experiencing all that sensory stimulation. This particular night, there was no dancer up there when I arrived. It felt stupid to order a beer anyway. The bartender apologized for the lack of a dancer. He took his job so seriously. It was like I was his boss or something. I pretended to listen carefully, but I was really just thinking about what I was going to do with the rest of the afternoon if there wasn't going to be any titty to look at here. The phone rang and the bartender was arguing with someone. I was actually taking some interest, mostly out of boredom. It seemed that the reason there was only one dancer, who would only dance 30 minutes per hour, was that the other dancer had been told not to show up until later because there was a 'feature dancer' scheduled to be at the Dollhouse. This was news to the bartender who practically lived there. They hadn't advertised. There was no one in the place. She would be performing for an empty house, if she showed up. Lo and behold as he hung up on whoever was booking the dancers, a woman burst in the place, jabbering about 'fucking managers' and 'dead-ass boyfriends'. She looked to be in her late thirties with a hat shoved down over a mop of dyed-red hair. She was wearing a big overcoat, a man's overcoat and carrying some kind of shopping bags and a backpack in front of her. She hardly stopped ranting long enough to find out where the changing room was and off she stormed. As she moved away, I could see she had some shape from behind, a narrower waist compared to flared hips. But she had sweatpants and boots on, so it wasn't like she was dressed to impress. About then I heard the jukebox erupt with a too-loud top-forty teen anthem. That was about all it had, I knew from experience. Power ballads. Some oldies. Some novelty tunes. Stuff the girls could move to. From behind the jukebox stepped Shanu (her inexplicable stage name). I had seen her once before. She was my type. With tits way too big for her athletic frame. She had a mane of long dark hair and I figured she was Italian or Jewish or some kind of Mediterranean heritage. "Gentlemen, the Electric Dollhouse apologizes for the break in our program this afternoon. But here to warm things up is our own, Shanuuuuu!" The bartender did the announcement as if there was a full house instead of me, moving to a seat at the rear of the stage, and the three half-comatose old boozers arranged at the bar facing no particular direction. I sat at my table, back to the rear wall of the place. I chose this seat from experience. I knew that sometimes, some dancers would give you a bit more attention than the law, or the house, would allow if you were at this table because it was the only place in the bar that the mirrors didn't give the bartender a view of. If the dancer had her back to the bar and was facing me, she could flash her cooch or ass, or even touch me, if she wanted, without being seen. Shanu, flashed me a friendly smile. She knew what was on the mind of a young man taking that seat in an otherwise empty strip bar. And she didn't mind. She enjoyed dancing for men. She loved being in good shape and the special attention that gave her. She wasn't naïve. She enjoyed the money and not having to drudge for it. She could flirt or not. With a body like hers she'd get her tips whether she went the extra mile or not. She had big tits. And big tits got big tips. Everyone knew that. Even fat girls could make out as long as they had fat tits. It was a shame, Shanu always thought, that some petite girls, who had figures that any woman would envy, would get almost no tips when they danced opposite voluptuous Shanu. The men wanted boobs. By the time she could dance over to me, I had a dollar bill out, folded lengthwise and laying at the far side of my table, an inch or two of it hanging off. She stood directly in front of me, looking down at me, straight in the eye. "Hi, I'm Shanu." She smiled warmly. As if I wasn't already putty in her hands, I melted even further. "Hi, Shanu. I'm Steve." It sounded so weak and lame. "Nice to meet you, Steve," she extended her hand and shook mine in slightly put-on matter-of-fact manner. "Haven't I seen you here before?" "Yes. Two weeks ago. You said you'd be back and here you are." "You came here for me?" She pretended that it was a big deal. Then she leaned close to me, her head just beside mine. "You're about the only one, too. Could it be any deader?" She stood up and did a few dancer moves. She was in one of those slit-up-the-side silky robe things with a tie around the waist. Hot pink. Her legs flashed and those black heels looked hot. She turned her back to me and slipped the robe off sexily. Her backside was bare except for the barely visible string of her thong and bikini top. She tossed her hair around giving it a wild appearance. She looked back over her shoulder at me. The arch in her back forced thoughts of fucking her doggie-style into my head. As she turned to face me, those full, bouncing tits swayed into view. The tiny triangles of fabric were really only serving to cover her nipples and most of her aureoles. Stretched so taut, every detail was visible. I was staring and caught myself. I tried to de-focus and take in the entirety being happily presented to me. Shanu saw my eyes ravishing her bust and then try not to stare. She almost chuckled. It was sweet, she thought, that I didn't completely dehumanize her. "You're gorgeous. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in person. It must be so mind-blowing to have you like this in private. Wow." It just came out. And I wanted to curl up and crawl away as soon as the words left my lips. She didn't say anything. Instead she took the dollar and tucked it in her g-string on her hip. She kind of danced away, toward the other side of the small stage, looking toward the bar. The bartender shrugged at her. "Whatever you want to do," he said. "You get paid for your half of the shift. Whatever." Shanu walked over to me and started to say something, then stopped herself and walked over and flipped off the sound on the jukebox. She walked back over to me. "OK. You get to be the boss. Since there's no one here, Mongo says I don't have to dance for just one guy. But I don't want to disappoint you since you came to see me." "Hey, I don't want to force you to work." "How about if I work for just a little while longer?" I nodded and she did a twirl and clicked the jukebox back on. She stood before me. She reached behind her neck and removed the elastic that was holding up her bikini top. She slipped one forearm down over her breasts as she removed the bikini top with the other hand. She had that innate female ability to move and twist in every way possible without giving a single tiny glimpse of tit. That wasn't really true with Shanu. She had such big, full tits, her forearm across them or even a hand cupping each big boob scarcely concealed most of the breast flesh. She had the whole routine down too. She put me through every tease and half-revealing move. She lifted and pushed and manipulated her breasts, juggled them, kissed the tops, even licked the endless soft contours. As she slowly pulled her fingers away from the aureole and showed me the holy-of-holies, at least as far as the Electric Dollhouse was concerned. This club was not supposed to allow flashes of anything that couldn't be seen in a g-rated movie. Most girls would give you a quick flash by carefully leaning over or positioning themselves so that Mongo couldn't see. It was sexy to see her full boobs being lifted and her fingers parting to expose those coral-pink nipples, wide nubs with flat tips perched on very dark aureoles that were elongated ovals only a bit bigger than her nipples. She swayed before me undulating her body to the music and I could see how her tits moved and responded to the tug of gravity and to the support and manipulation of Shanu's hands. I suddenly remembered where I was and instantly produced a dollar bill, which I held up vertically. Shanu moved close and draped her massive boobs around my hand. She pushed her tits together enveloping my hand in the warm softness. I was petrified I would do something wrong to ruin this incredible moment. My dollar bill extended out of her cleavage and she leaned down and snatched it from its fleshy prison between smiling white teeth. In an instant she had repositioned her top, flipped off the jukebox and she spun and sat down. "So what did you think?" she asked brightly. "Jesus, you know what I was thinking." I was blushing. How direct could I be without creeping her out? "Hey, Steve, relax. It's just us here. I can take care of myself. I want to play with you. Come on and play a little. I won't hurt you." Just the right words. That's what they were. I relaxed. "Look, Shanu, I don't have much money. I'm happy to give you what I would have spent in tips. It's more exciting to talk with you like this than to watch you dancing, like you do for everyone. I hope that didn't come out wrong." She smiled. "It came out fine." We made small-talk like we were old friends. I asked her a lot of things I had wondered about strippers and their lives. She was a fairly pleasant exception to the rule of broken-home junkies and brainless bimbos who bought their trade for the price of some bad implants. Then, out of nowhere, the PA boomed. "Shanu is a tough act to follow. But the Electric Dollhouse has a treat for you guys (?) that can follow her. Aiello Entertainment feature dancer Marlena!!!!" There was an awkward pause. Then the bartender walked over and put a flyer on the table in front of me with a picture of this huge-titted chick kneeling in the surf. It said "Marlena 48-22-36". The jukebox erupted with "The Stripper", the old-time classic everyone associates with burlesque. And out from the changing rooms strutted the woman who had been in the overcoat and was so pissed about her manager. Now it made sense. She's been booked here on a day with no advertising and so all she had was me for an audience. She wasn't going to make a fortune today. Nevertheless, she danced out and, as if there were a full house, she covered the whole stage stripping down through several layers of elaborate costumes to a sheer white bra and panty. It was a four minute dance, filled with all the bumping and grinding of the old movies. It was far from the couldn't-care-less shuffle most strippers do and even different from the sensuous turns Shanu had done for me minutes earlier. It was kind of hokey. Fun. But I always preferred my sex without gimmicks. After the first song ended, she took stock of the nearly deserted house. But she was a trouper. The next number, a slow ballad, came on and she put down a fake bear skin and writhed about on it. She focused most of her attention on me and Shanu. But she was on autopilot, I thought. The second number ended. Not seeing any more customers, she kind of gave up. "Did you pay a cover?" Marlena asked all at once. "Uh. No." "Then give me five bucks," she said. I was taken aback, but fished out a five. I was almost out of money. She took it and tucked it in her g-string. She flipped the jukebox back on and moved right up to our table facing away from Mongo. As the next song started, Marlena said," You deserve a little something extra, Buddy." She lifted the bra up and out flopped her 48s. They were huge. As outsized as Shanu's tits were for an athletic woman her size, Marlena's were out of any human proportion, each bigger than her head. Her aureole were stretched circular patches, only slightly pinker than the pale white flesh that overlay fine blue veins and were betrayed by a very few symmetrical stretch marks around the masses. Her nipples were tiny on the mammoth mounds, but hard as pebbles. They were round and seemed to taper were they sprung from those boobs. Marlena let her tits sway before our gaze. Yes, I noticed Shanu had taken an identical interest in not missing a moment of this show. Marlena looked back and forth between us smiling at the rapt attention she was receiving. A moment like that is golden. Then it was over. Marlena knelt to gather up the parts of her costume and scampered off. Shanu and I smiled and talked about what we had just seen. She told me that Marlena had been a featured act for many years in the area, kind of a minor celebrity in certain circles. She had done some porno over the years, but most of it was before the big boom in video. It was real smalltime but it created an aura about her. Shanu said she thought Marlena had retired. She was in her mid-forties. In the harsher light by the bar, I had noticed the deep lines in her face. She had had a rough time of it over the years. But she was in great shape. And the pontoon-tits were fine by me. They were never too big for me. Real or fake. I had dated some girls with big ones. But they were mostly heavier girls who had no real shape, just fat tits. But I had studied all the greats from Raquel to Pam. And older women were fine by me too. I remembered the warm feeling in my crotch when some of my mom's bridge-playing friends would come over for drinks and cards. A couple of them had big chests and I would watch them from the stairs. About that time Mongo hit the PA again to say that the governor had closed several state highways nearby and so the bar was closing. Shanu and I stood up and started over toward Mongo when Marlena burst out of the changing room to join us. "What?" she shrieked. "I'm not staying here. Fuck that!" "You can't stay here," Mongo said. "You gotta go." I looked out the door and saw the snow piling up. "Ladies, I have to go or I'll be stuck. Can I give either of you a lift?" I said it almost as a joke. Like either of these professional big tit strippers would come to my car with me. "Wait for me." They both said in unison and they scrambled for their belongings. I smiled. Oh my God. Neither of these two women could shut up. The details behind my good fortune poured forth. Shanu's ride wasn't due for three hours and wouldn't be braving the roads before the ploughs got to them anyway. If I could get her to the truck stop, she'd get picked up sooner. Marlena was pissed at her manager for sticking her with this loser gig, but was volcanic because he had just driven off. She didn't know when or if he was coming back. And her boyfriend was apparently on her shitlist too. He was a thousand miles away too. If I could get her to the highway, she would call a limo or taxi. We set out, but we didn't get far. All the roads out of the industrial park, where the bar was, were blocked with skidded out trailers, except one. It took us toward my place, but away from the highway. A downed tree closed off another route. I was losing traction and told the girls I was driving to my place and they could arrange travel from there. I was so nervous about wrecking the car I was honestly not appreciating the fact that I had two huge-titted strippers in my car who were going to come with me to my apartment where we would probably be stuck together for some time. But as we skidded to a stop in my parking lot, it began to sink in. Still I played it very straight. I got the girls and their stuff inside where we warmed up with cocoa. Marlena added a shot to hers. Shanu had her phone book out and was working her cell without success. The lights went out for a second and came back on. Then they dimmed to half brightness. Someone had probably hit a pole. Bad luck for some tonight. Not me, I thought. A little later we were sitting in the near-dark on my couch. We had broken out a bottle of wine and whatever else we could find. We passed around a couple of half-joints I had salvaged after a party a while back. We were feeling pretty cozy as the blizzard worsened outside. "Sometimes I think about takin' 'em out," Marlena blurted, out of nowhere. "My implants. Just take em out, but I'm afraid of how unattractive I'd be without tits. Without big tits. I mean I love 'em. The men pay to see 'em. Women too. And I've been able to be a whore without being a whore, you know. Tittyfucking. It's what I can charge more for than any flat-on-her-back whore out there. And it's quick and easy. And I love the feeling. So everyone wins." She was babbling. "Well, I hope you keep 'em," I said. "More women are sad because they are too small than too large. And you know how men look at 'em. You saw the reaction you got from me." "And me," chimed in Shanu. "Yes," smiled Marlena. "I saw. I love it when a woman comes to one of my shows. I like to give 'em lapdances. I rub my tits in their faces and you know what? They suckle and nuzzle and enjoy the feeling just like the men. You know what? I'm breaking a lot of rules today. I never flash bare tit for nothing extra. And I never let a male customer touch the goods. In twenty-five years of doing this, I've fucked one man, sucked one man off and only half a dozen have ever touched the goods. And that was for a pretty penny. Here, lay your head on my pillows, boy." I laid back against her chest, in the deep valley between those monster FFF balloons. She shifted and nuzzled around my head. I was wishing I was face down and that she wasn't wearing that heavy sweatshirt. Shanu moved beside us. She reached around and helped support Marlena's jugs around my head. Those are some pillows, she thought. My Night with Two Strippers "Why don't you each take a pillow," Marlena said as she shrugged off her sweatshirt and bra. Her huge tits stood out so unnaturally, but so beautifully. Taut and swollen-looking, yet soft and inviting. I plunged down on mine and Shanu wasted no time filling her mouth with a teat. Marlena was enjoying the attention Shanu and I were giving her enormous boobs. She moaned loudly and began to quiver. I think she must have had an orgasm just from having those boobs played with. But she wasn't satisfied. "I need to be fucked, titfucked," she demanded. I was only too happy to oblige. I had been close to cumming since I was watching Shanu dance over an hour ago. Marlena spat into her palm and rubbed my shaft to lube it before engulfing it between her mams. I straddled her chest and just enjoyed the sensations. Marlena wasn't the prettiest woman I had ever seen, but the passion and concentration on her face was very sexy. She was getting herself off with my cock between her tits, but she was also trying to give me something to remember. She kept looking up at me as if to make sure I was taking it all in. "Where'd it go, honey? Marlena made your dick disappear. Feel those big bosoms, Big Boy. You'll never fuck a bigger pair than these." She was building to another climax. I guess her tits were as sensitive as they were oversized. I pinched and twisted her nipples and saw her react by gripping my meat that much tighter between those awesome flesh pillows. I looked behind me and Shanu had begun to eat Marlena's neatly trimmed pussy. Loud slurping and low moaning from her, plus Marlena's reaction to it pushed me right to the edge. "You gonna give Marlena your load, now, honey? You gonna hose down my big titties? Do it, Big Man. Pump your spunk on me. Just not in the hair." I was already cumming. My cock was buried in her chest flesh, but I felt my balls unload and heard Marlena moan. She was smiling a very satisfied smile, and then suddenly grimaced as Shanu's attention triggered a huge orgasm. Marlena shook and convulsed for a minute before releasing her grip on my unit and pretty much passing out. Shanu looked up from between the older woman's legs. Her chin was wet with Marlena's juices. I turned to face her and we kissed, sharing the taste of our sleeping partner. Outside the snow was piling up. I still hadn't heard a plough come by. This might be a big storm, even by New England's standards. I wanted to fuck Shanu, but I wasn't going to be 'up' for that for a little while at least. She and I kind of snuggled up and fell asleep next to the now-snoring Marlena. The next thing I remember was the sensation of movement around me. I opened my eyes to the most amazing sight I have ever seen. Shanu's full boobs were hanging practically over my face, swaying up and back. As I became more aware, I saw that Marlena, now-refreshed apparently, was kneeling behind the lovely Shanu, fucking her with a strap-on dildo. Given my position, I just reached up and caressed Shanu's big tits. Feeling me under her, she smiled and lowered her boobs to give me total access. I sucked and kissed and licked and squeezed and enjoyed those huge, but still human-sized, breasts. Her big nipples responded to my tongue, stiffening. Her breathing told me she was getting fucked good and hard. After getting my fill of her beautiful boob, I moved lower so that I was under her in a 69 position. I saw the toy Marlena was pumping into Shanu. It was a curved black phallus, attached to a harness. It wasn't that big, about my size. But she was ploughing into Shanu hard. I could hear Marlena's thighs slapping against Shanu's ass with each stroke. I licked Shanu's clit from underneath. She twisted and moaned. I could tell she was going to come soon. I mauled her big tits as I licked her clit. I could hear Marlena cheering her on. "Yes, pretty baby. Take it all. Get fucked by Marlena. Take your fucking like a good little girl." I looked up at Marlena and I could see she was dead serious about getting Shanu off with that strap-on. She was humping for all she was worth. Her gigantic tits bounced with each pump in. She had her hands on Shanu's hips really slamming into her. All at once, Shanu screamed and began cumming. She was twisting and struggling like she was trying to get away, but we had her sandwiched pretty well. She just had to take it. She came and came. Just when she would calm down and her moans would die off, her voice would quiver and another scream would announce another wave of pleasure. Finally, Shanu collapsed on top of me. I was stiff again and raring to go. Shanu rolled over and I rolled on top of her, sliding my stiff cock easily into her soaked pussy. Marlena's toy had opened her up. She was clearly into this. I have never felt a woman 'fuck back' at me the way she did. Her hips were in constant motion. I felt her pussy tighten and grip and slide and pump. I kissed her mouth hard. She bit my lip and sucked it in. She was moaning and urging me on. Telling me how good my cock felt, to fuck her harder. I could feel her big tits against my chest. I leaned down to suckle one, then the other. This was every man's dream come true. I felt Shanu tense again and come on my cock. A volcanic heat seemed to develop in her pussy. It got wetter and wetter. My hands gripped her asscheeks. I rubbed some of her dripping wetness into her asshole and Shanu came again. She was incredible. I looked at this beautiful creature as she shook in ecstasy. What a dream! But Marlena wasn't idle as Shanu and I fucked like animals next to her. I looked over and saw her using the toy on herself. She pumped it in and out of her pussy to the same rhythm I was fucking Shanu. I'm not sure whether Marlena came, but when she saw me watching her, she smiled a curious smile. She secured the toy back in the harness and knelt behind me. "Spread his cheeks, honey," she told Shanu, who was just coming down from her last orgasm. Shanu smiled and gripped my ass, holding me wide open, even as I was slowly fucking her sopping pussy. I felt Marlena fingers dip into the wetness and then apply it to my virgin hole. "Take this, big Man," she grunted as the head of the toy penetrated me. I wanted to scream, but Shanu whispered in my ear, "Yeah, take it, Big Man. Get fucked like I did. Take it like a man." I stoically took it. With each stroke out of Shanu, I would get a deep pump in from Marlena. And with each pump into Shanu, the toy would almost pop out of my ass. Once or twice it did, the toy's big round head stretching my sphincter painfully. But gradually the smooth stroking I was giving and getting began to bring me to the point of exploding. I began to groan as the feeling overtook me. "Pull out. I want to see you come. Come on my tits. Come on my face," Shanu pleaded. I wasn't in a position to move too freely, but I raised up and as Marlena awkwardly rammed her toy home one last time, I my cock blasted jet after jet of thick white cum, reaching Shanu's gorgeous face and opened mouth, tongue reaching out to gather up my spunk. Most of the voluminous load splattered on her tits. I couldn't believe I had so much left. This was my second orgasm inside of an hour or two. But with inspiration like this, I thought, I could probably go again soon. I was about to pass out when Shanu's cell phone chirped. Her ride was at the club and wondering where she was. She gave me the phone so I could give directions. Apparently, the ploughs were out and the roads were improving. This guy had four-wheel drive anyway. And yes, he could give Marlena a ride too. A few minutes later, they were gone. And all I had was the memory and a story no one would ever believe.