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The Bar

By: Miss.Savannah



"Hello" I say, hoping that simplicity will get me somewhere. "My name is Josh, can I buy You a drink Miss??"

"Tapanga, " You say, in a voice that melts regular men. "If You would like to buy me a drink, that is fine with me. " You give me a quick look up and down, and notice my stylish black slacks and nice shirt. My shoes polished brightly and my hair a little blown around from the being outside too long. Your are moving Your tanned body slightly to the music. I order from the bartender and we are served right away, thanks to how incredible You look tonight. You toss Your blonde hair to the side and allow me to get closer to You. Your perfume is intoxicating and I'm trying to restrain myself and act like a gentlemen. 

"I know this will sound incredibly corny Tapanga, but what brings You out tonight?" I ask, sipping on my beer and sneaking looks at Your body. 

"Finally getting a chance to unwind after a long week of work. and Yourself?" You say, catching my glances and smiling again. 

"Me?? I'm here to make sure that people have a good time, and I think that one way to have a good time is to dance. How about You?" I ask, hoping that the answer will be yes. "Would You care to shake it on the dance floor?"

"Why not" You say, and grab my hand and lead me to through the crowd. Other men's heads are turning as You walk by, jealous that You are going with me. The music is thumping and we begin to move on the crowded floor. WE are forced together, body against body. the heat begins to cause us to sweat. I put my arms around Your midsection and we begin to sway together to the music. It gets hotter and hotter, but not because of the people, but because of the heat You and I are generating. You turn around and we begin to grind, Your back to my front. I reach around and You close Your eyes. This dance we do continues for an hour. Catching quick gropes of each other, the teasing only turning us on more and more. Finally I take the lead. I

"HOw about we get off the dance floor for awhile?" I ask

"Lead the way" You say and I grab Your hand and we head off the floor. I begin to take You towards the back of the club, where the bathrooms are. We get to the hall way, and I quickly pull You aside begin to kiss You. Shocked, but pleasantly surprised, You kiss back, my hands feeling all over Your back and Your roaming my body. Still sweaty from dancing, the salt mixes in with our kisses. You can feel me getting hard through my pants, and Your gently move Your hand down there to feel it. It is getting to be too much for us both. We see a door that goes to the alley and we quickly scoot out. 

The cooler air is a sudden rush on our bodies. After the door closes, we move over to a darker area. WE begin to kiss again, but more passionately and exploring more and more. My hand slips down to cup Your breasts, and a slight moan escapes Your lips. I reach up underneath Your shirt now, and feel the soft bare skin. You begin to untuck my shirt and undo a couple of buttons. I kiss Your neck and work down, but You stop me. You push me up a against a wall and begin to kiss me again, but You begin to kiss down my body. My exposes chest. You work Your way down, and unbuckle and unzip my pants. I pull Your hair back, so incredibly turned on by You. You take my cock out of my pants, and gently begin to kiss the head of it, looking up at me the whole time. Suddenly, You engulf the entire thing with Your mouth. I moan from pleasure. Back and forth, back and forth You work on it. Licking and sucking, teasing and playing driving me absolutely crazy. 

I can't take it any more, I pull You up and begin to kiss You again. I reach between Your legs and begin to rub Mrs. lucky through Your panties. It is so wet and hot. I keep rubbing, back and forth, sometimes hard, sometimes soft. Getting you wetter and wetter. I finally begin to slide them down Your legs and You step out of them. I bunch up Your skirt and lift You up against the wall. I get my cock set inside of You and then slowly begin to go back and forth. Back and forth. You wrap Your legs around me and begin to talk a little dirty talk. Telling that is feels so good. You want me to do it harder and harder. I slap Your ass which elicits a muffled scream from Your lips. You juices are covering my member and You feel so amazing. 

"Tell me what You want me to do" I ask. Whispering in Your ear as I lick Your neck and continue inside of You. 

"I want You in my ass" You tell me. I get hotter at just the thought. I set You down on the ground and turn You around. You bend over for me and spread Your legs wide open. At first, I do Your doggystyle in Your pussy to get my cock good and wet. Then I begin to slowly slide it up stairs. It is so tight, and so good. You begin to scream with delight. You tell me to go faster and faster. You tell me to spank You and to keep going harder. I do as I'm told, and I can feel Your entire body beginning to tense. You legs start to spasm and I can feel the orgasm building and building. I try to control myself so that we can go together, but You are too good, I can't stop myself. My own body tenses up and I begin to unleash a warm stream inside of You, this sets Your body off and we both begin to scream with pleasure. Your sweet ass is filled with my jizz, and Your own juices are running down Your legs. WE collapse against the wall

"WEll, Tapanga, may I take You home?" I ask, making a humble attempt at a joke. 

"You better, and You better stay and do more of that too" You say back. WE kiss again, fix our messed up clothes and catch a taxi to Your place.

The Bar



Kara woke to the sunlight shinning in through her bedroom window. She had just moved to Tampa Florida to help a friend open a new bar. She climbed out of her bed and walked to the shower. She turned the water on and stepped in. The water hit her full force, warming her body. She reached for the bottle of shampoo, pouring some into her hand and applying it to her hair. After washing her hair, she reached for the bar of soap rubbing it over her 5'11" body. Moving her hand down between her thighs. Sliding her finger down over her slit, slipping her finger deep into her pussy. 

Moving her finger in and out, placing her thumb on her clit gently pressing against it. Rubbing gently bringing herself to orgasm, her juices sliding down over her fingers. Bringing her hand to her mouth, tasting herself. Turning off the water, stepping out of the shower she returns to her room to dress for the day. Putting on a short blue sundress and sandals, pulling her long blond hair up into a ponytail. Sliding her key into the door, she opens it and steps inside to the bar. Walking to the back, looking for Brian. Standing in the doorway, Kara watches him. His short brown hair, neatly combed. His 6'2" 200lbs body leaning over the computer, getting madder by the second. 

"Hey you sexy thing. Having problems?" He looks up to see her standing there watching him. 

"Yeah" he says. "Can't seem to get this program to install."

She walks over to where he is standing and looks at the computer. She giggles a little and shoves him out of the way. Sitting down at the computer, pressing a few buttons, she installs the program. She turns her head smiling at him.

"How did you do that? I've been here for the last two hours trying to get it installed."

She looks at him and laughs, shoving the chair away from the desk. Standing up walking out of the room. Brian watches her leave, watching her ass sway from side to side. Reaching down adjusting his cock in his pants. Thinking to himself that this was gonna be one long day. Kara reaches the bar, leaning against it. Remembering Brian's body leaned over the desk. Wishing it was she, he was leaned over and his cock buried deep inside of her.

"Kara. Earth to Kara."

She turns her head to see Brian standing next to her. She stands there looking at him. A lost look in her eyes. She shakes her head, realizing she was staring at him.

"Good one huh?"

She smiles "yeah it was good. It had you in it."

She turns and walks away heading back to the office, leaving him standing they're dumbstruck. Realizing what she had said, he follows her back to the office.

"Kara did you say what I think you just said?"

All she could do is smile and shake her head yes. He walks over to her, placing his hands onto her hips. Looking up at him, he smiles bringing his lips down to meet hers. Kissing her hard, sliding his tongue into her mouth to meet hers. Pulling her hard against his body. Feeling his erection pressing against her stomach. He breaks the kiss looking into her eyes.

"You sure you want to do this?"

"Yes Brian I want to do this. I've wanted to do this for a long time."

That was all he needed. Picking her up, placing her on the desk, sweeping all the papers onto the floor. Reaching for her, bending over kissing her again, sliding his hands over her body. Sliding her hands down his chest, grabbing the bottom of his shirt, pulling it up over his head. Her hands moving to his nipples, gently pinching them. Moaning into her mouth, he breaks the kiss, grabbing her dress, pulling it off her body. Standing there looking at her completely nude body, he smiles. Reaching for her tits, he bends over taking one into his mouth, sucking on the nipple, making it harden in his mouth. Moving to the next one, making it hard to. Placing her hands on his head pulling him into her breasts.

"MMMM babe that feels so good."

His hands sliding down her body, touching all of her. Spreading her legs apart, sliding his hand down over her clit, moving to her pussy, sliding his finger deep inside of her.

"Dayum Kara, your so wet."

He slides his finger in and out of her faster and faster. Taking his finger out of her, placing it in his mouth, tasting her. Pushing her back onto the desk, kissing down her body, moving between her legs. Sliding his tongue over her clit, hearing her moan. Sliding his finger into her pussy biting down onto her clit. She slips her legs around his neck, pulling him closer. Grinding her pussy into his face. Sliding his tongue over her clit, finger fucking her faster. Screaming out his name as the first wave of her orgasm takes over her body. Sucking her juices out of her body, he stands up, bending over kissing her hard. Letting her taste her juices on his tongue.

Sitting up she reaches for the buttons on his pants, pulling them open. Sliding off the desk, grabbing the waistband on his pants and pulling them down. Kicking them off his feet, she reaches for his cock wrapping her hand around it. Feeling him harden even more in her hand, she leans into him kissing him, sliding her tongue into his mouth. Slowly stroking his cock, kissing down his chest. Sucking on his nipples, gently biting them, hearing him moan, kissing the rest of the way down his body. Reaching his cock, sliding her tongue over the head. Licking up and down his shaft, her hand going down to gently squeeze his balls. Wrapping her hand around the base of his cock, stroking him. Her mouth sliding over the head of his cock, sucking him, sliding her tongue into his piss hole, stroking his cock faster. Grabbing her head, he slides his cock into her mouth, pushing it down her throat. She swallows his cock, deep throating him. Reaching down she grabs his balls, squeezing them. Hearing him moan she sucks his cock faster. He grabs her head holding her still, fucking her face.

" Ohhhhhh fuck Kara."

That was all he said as he shot his load down her throat. Cleaning his cock off, she stands up, kissing him. Wrapping his arms around her, pulling her tight to his body. Sliding his hands down over her back, cupping her ass. Kissing over his cheek, down his neck, gently biting. She looks up smiling.

"Brian, I wanna feel your cock inside of me. But I want you to put your cock in my ass."

"Kara baby. I would love to make love to you but I've never had anal sex before."

"Don't worry babe, I'll help you through it."

She smiled at him, reaching for his cock again, wrapping her hand around it, stroking him. She reaches for the bottle of hand lotion sitting on his desk. She pours a little into her hand, wrapping it around his cock, stroking him again. She looks into his eyes and sees fear. She leans into him, kissing him. He places his hands upon her ass, sliding his finger downwards. Placing his finger against her rosebud, he gently pushes against it, letting it enter her ass. She relaxes and his finger slides deeper into her. He moans into her mouth, pulling his finger out of her ass. He turns her around and bends her over the desk. Taking the bottle of hand lotion, pouring it onto his fingers, he slides them into her ass. Pulling them out he places his cock against her and pushes it into her ass. Moaning at her tightness, he slams his cock deep into her. She screams out at the pain and he stops. 

"Dayum it Kara. I told you I've never done this before."

"Mmmmm babe, I'm ok. Just slow down a little bit."

She turns her head and smiles at him. Letting him know it was ok. He takes a few deep breaths and slowly starts to move in and out of her ass. Getting use to the feel of him, she starts pushing back onto his cock. Reaching around her, he slides his finger into her cunt, rubbing his thumb against her clit. He starts to pound his cock harder into her, making her scream out. He fucks her harder, making her reach out to grab the other side of the desk. His finger moving quicker in her cunt, rubbing her clit faster. He grabs a hold of her hand and places her finger against her clit, making her rub it herself. He places his hands upon her shoulders and pulls her down onto his cock, driving himself into her. He looks down, watching his cock slide in and out of her ass.

"Fuck baby, I'm gonna fill your ass with my cum."

All she can do is moan. Giving one final thrust he explodes into her ass filling her with his seed. Feeling his cock explode inside her sends her over the edge. Her juices flowing out of her body and down over her fingers. He falls onto her back, kissing her neck. Pulling her fingers out of her cunt, licking them off. She turns her head and he bends over to kiss her, giving her another taste of herself. He slides his cock out of her ass. Grabbing her hips, pulling her up off the desk. She turns in his arms, kissing him. He looks down at her.

"Well that was pretty intense. Why don't we call it a day and head back over to your place and let me show you how well my cock can fuck that sweet little pussy of yours."

All she can do is look up at him and smile.



The Bar



She walked into the bar with one thought on her mind, to get fucked.

 The bar was in a part of NYC that was known for its rough neighborhoods. She didn't care, she was looking for it rough tonight. By the way she was dressed there would be no doubt in any guys mind what she was looking for. 

 She was medium height, full breast, shapely, sexy legs, her hair was shoulder length, light brown with hints of blond, wavy, the kind that gave her that wild sexy look. She wore her black leather dress, tight, hugging her curves, the zipper down the front leading you to her point of no return, the thigh high leather boots advertised her easiness. She wore no panties, she didn't want to hide what she wanted to show. 

She needed it rough, quick, easy, no strings, just a cock, any cock would do. She didn't want to attach a face to it, she didn't want to know his life story, she just needed a meaningless fuck....bad. 

She saw what she wanted, he was playing pool across the bar. He looked like a biker, a white T-shirt that stretched tightly across his broad chest, a black leather vest that embodied the look of roughness. His tight jeans with the wallet chain hanging invitingly across his thigh, revealed all she needed to know about him. "Yes," she thought, he looked rough, just what she wanted, needed.

She wasn't in the mood for small talk, playing coy, the rituals of getting to know someone, she just needed to feel the pounding of a cock in her pussy. 

She walked over to him, aware of the many eyes lusting after her. He was tall, taller then she thought, but she didn't care. She whispered something in his ear. He set his cue stick down, followed her thru the bar and out the front door, on to the dark street. The only sounds were those of the far off honking of cars and taxis racing by.

 She lead him around the corner, he followed close behind. She found a dark spot along the alley wall. She leaned against it, he knew his role, there were no words needed.

 Grabbing her wrist roughly he pinned them above her head, his mouth roughly kissing her, the stubble from his face rubbing against her sensitive skin. She kissed him back, sucking his tongue into her mouth, his body pressed hard against hers, his cock, hard, throbbing against her thigh. 

She felt her pussy becoming wet, burning with fire. She felt alive, every nerve ending in her body reacting to her desire. He held her wrist with one hand, using his body to pin her to the wall. She heard the sound, it vibrated in her ears, it had a direct connection to her pussy causing it to contract. The sound was of her zipper being roughly pulled, the unzipping of her ecstasy.

 His hands roughly grabbed her breasts, she felt the roughness of his skin scorching hers. She moaned, her 34 DD breasts filling his hands. He pinched and squeezed her nipples roughly, rubbing the palm of his hands in circles around her breasts, there was pain but it was the pain of pleasure. She arched her pussy against his cock, rubbing herself in an obscenely wanton way. She ached for that cock to be buried in her, pounding into her, she pleaded for him to fuck her.

He stopped abruptly, stepped away from her, looking into her pleading eyes. He reached for his belt, unbuckled it, pulled it from the loops, he moved into her space, grabbing her wrist, he wrapped his belt around them and roughly turned her facing the wall, she whimpered. She pressed her ass against the air, looking for him desperate for him.

 He moved behind her, shoving her dress around her waist, he ran his calloused hand across her pussy, rubbing her clit hard. He took his cock, rubbed the head along her slit and then shoved it deep, in one long stroke, she cried out, she felt like she was being ripped in two.

 He pounded into her, long hard strokes, she cried as she pushed her ass into him, wanting to swallow him. He no longer cared what she wanted, he wanted to fuck her, make her scream. He pounded into her with force, his balls slapping against her clit. She needed him, his cock, she wanted to be used by him.

 He grabbed her hips and pulled her back against his cock, she felt him pulsating inside her, she fucked him, he fucked her. The sweat running off his forehead, dripped into the crack of her ass, each drop felt like a shock wave to her. 

She felt it, like she was going to be turned inside out, he felt it too, he knew she was there, ready. He knew she was waiting for that final thrust, hard, deep, instead he made her wait, he teased her, wanted her to beg, plead. She pushed back against him, only to feel him step back, she cried, she needed him. He stood there for a minute holding his cock in his hand, stroking it, watching her wither in frustration,acting like the whore she was. He grabbed her by the shoulder and roughly rammed his cock deep inside, holding it there. She screamed as if in pain, but the pain was her escape. She held her breath as her pussy spasmed out of control around this strangers cock. 

He thrust back and forth against her tightly clenched pussy, breaking her, making her open up for him. He gripped her shoulders again in one last thrust, his scream a guttural one, animal like, he pulled out of her as his cum sprayed her back, running down the crack of her ass, mixing with her own juices. She screamed her ecstasy, his cock resting in the crack of her ass, sliding with ease slowly back and forth. 

As she stood up, feeling the cum running down the back of her legs, he grabbed her around the waist and forcefully bent her forward. She started to panic and tried to look back, but in the blink of an eye he had invaded her.

 There was no warning, no preparation, the pain was overwhelming her senses, she thought she would pass out. His cock was slamming into her ass with a force unknown to her. She felt like her inner self was watching what was happening on a big screen TV, the sounds of his moans were echoed thru surround sound, they penetrated her mind as forcefully as he was penetrating her ass. 

She felt him shift behind her and his body folded over hers, almost in a protective way, his hand reached between her legs and he stroked her overflowing pussy. As much as her mind was telling her to fear what was happening, her body was overtaking her mind, much in the same way this man was overtaking her ass. 

She felt herself yielding to his assault, she pushed herself back against him trying to let him know what she wanted, but he knew, he knew this is what she needed. His fingers found her over engorged clit and in contrast to what was happening he gently stroked it, sending shivers of pleasure racing thru her body. His other hand trailed up the side of her body causing her insides to contract and she involuntarily wiggled backwards against his cock.

 His pleasure and control were slipping away, threatening to erupt like an angry volcano. She felt his cock throbbing to its fullness, opening and stretching her, filling her to capacity. His breathing came in short labored cries against her ear. His cock became imbedded in her ass, still, except for the breathing of his throbbing cock. She tried to move against him, but he held her tight, not allowing her any movement.

 The scream bounced back and forth between the alley walls. Alarmed, she looked around, that was his signal, he plunged 2 fingers into her pussy and she realized that it was her own screams. Her orgasm exploded around her before she knew what was happening to her own body. 

She slammed herself back against him with such force he almost lost his balance. Her pussy sucked his fingers like a high powered vacuum, her ass gripped him with untold ecstasy. It was then that he knew he had never been in control of the situation. 

His cock almost painfully shot his cum deep into her depths of which he now knew could never be completely filled. His scream of release mixed with hers, and neither knew or cared what would be 10 minutes from now. 

She hung in his arms like a lifeless rag doll, he himself didn't know if he had the strength to support her. He stood up pulling her with him, his cock sliding from the tightness that was his refuge. He moved away from her holding his cock, gently stroking it as it expelled its last breath.

 He walked over to her and unstrapped her wrist. They had cut into her, leaving red welts that was sure to leave bruises. Their eyes meet for a brief moment, they knew this was never to lead anywhere, she would go her way and he would go his, she got what she needed and in the end so did he. She pulled her dress down, walked over to him and kissed him on the mouth. Pressing a 100 dollar bill into his hand, she thanked him for the fuck and disappeared around the corner. He smiled and walked back to the bar. 

She walked to her car thinking about what just happened. Getting into the car she changed, off came the slutty clothes along with the side of herself she was only comfortable in revealing to a stranger.  Her lover was waiting up when she got home, he asked how her business meeting went, she said it was a bit rough but everything worked out. 

She went to the bedroom and hid away her true identity, but only until that desire awoke again. She took a shower, and soaped herself up, but she would never be clean she was marked with an unquenchable flame.  

When she finally got into bed she was thankful her lover was already asleep. There was a note on her pillow, she opened it up, a 100 dollar bill fell out, the note said thanks for the fuck. 
Smiling she fell asleep.



The Bar



It was dim in the bar. The only light came from the cheap candles on the tables and the neon sign over the bar. The occasional flash of a cigarette lighter and the frequent opening and closing of the restroom doors gave an eerie feel to the room. The dimness was good as it hid the shabby fabrics, the dirty floor and the cheap furniture, so we could make believe that we worked in a reasonably decent place even though that illusion was always short-lived.

We worked for good money, but if you took into account the liberties that we had to allow the customers I suppose it wasn't really that surprising! I glanced around the room and watched as Julie stood by a table and waited for the man to finish .One hand was under her skirt and the other was stroking himself. No one was shy in here. Sex had taken place over the tables and in the booths that many times that no one even raised an eyebrow at it anymore or even noticed. He finally came and let her go. As she passed me I noticed a twenty-dollar bill on her tray. That was her tip. Julie and I had sometimes worked the same table where both of us were fucked at the same time. We would quite often do that as a lot of the guys thought it was fantastic to take 2 of us at the same time. Most of the time I got some pleasure as well...I quite enjoyed being fondled and fucked in public.

We all had our favorite (and not so favorite!) customers among the regulars. One particular favorite was Smooth Hand Luke. He had such long smooth fingers and it always felt good when he fingered me. The rest of him wasn't bad either. He had a gorgeous cock...8 inches and thick. One of the things that he loved to do was to have me put one leg on another chair and look at my pussy as he fingered it while stroking himself. Then he would get me to kneel in front of him and suck him off. He never once fucked me, but I'm working on it.

Another favorite was Jim. He would bend me over the table and fuck me doggy-style while his mate Fred would do one of the other girls at the same time. They seemed to enjoy watching us kiss while they were busy. I always enjoyed that too. It was kind of nice to kiss female lips once in awhile. Some of the boozy breath we had to put up with a lot of the time could be really off-putting!

Jim was very generous with tips and I could always count on a dinner out on the nights that he came in. He was very sexy too...tall and solid but muscled with no excess fat. He obviously worked out a lot! Jim also liked to watch two of us girls together. We would fondle, lick and play with each other while he and Fred watched. Sometimes they would fuck us but most of the time they would get off just watching us.

T he girls hated it when the guy we nicknamed "The Brute" came to the bar. He was always smelly and reeked of booze. He was also rough with the girls and we tried to avoid him but that only seemed to encourage him. Once or twice he would be that rough with a girl, Troy and Gordon, the bouncers, would have to forcibly eject him out of the bar. Management tried several times to ban him but he must have had pull with the owners, as it was never enforced. When we saw him come in we would all draw straws as to who would have to serve him. Whoever drew the short straw would make sure that someone could drive her home as he would be that rough that she would have to go home. He enjoyed spanking. Not mild spanking but really, really hard spanking. Sometimes he would ram an empty bottle in a girl's pussy and that HURTS!

But in general the customers were very well behaved and we enjoyed pleasing them.

For myself, I don't think that I could fall for any of them, but who knows.

Once a month the boss would arrange card nights. We enjoyed those nights as the club was closed to the rest of the general public and only a select group would be invited. No one minded working on those nights, as the men were usually loaded, so we could always count on generous tips. Most of the time they were well behaved but Troy and Gordon were always hanging around so we never felt afraid. Troy used to be a Navy Seal, and he gave off such a powerful aura that none dared to mess with him. If he wanted you out.... you stayed out. For all that he was very kind and sweet, and always looked out for us.

I remember one particular night that we had a card night and Flame was busy serving drinks to the table when one of the guys suggested to his mates that instead of playing for money they would play for girls. The winner got to pick whichever girl he wanted and fuck her on the card table while the others jacked off. She said that Smooth Hand Luke was one of the clients that night and I really hoped that he would win and pick me. Fat chance...from previous nights I knew that he was only an average player so didn't look as if I would get my wish and be fucked by him at last.

It came to the last round and amazingly he was winning! I could hardly breathe as the last cards were dealt. The other girls knew that I really wanted to be pounded into the table by him. They knew how frustrated I would be some nights when he pleasured me only with those sexy long fingers of his and how much I wanted his cock inside me. Hopefully this would be the night. Just as I was musing on him and getting hornier by the second, I heard a groan from the table. Luke had WON! The other guys were cheesed off that he had won, but for the most part were happy for him.

H e stood up and walked over to me. Placing his hand on my shoulder he walked me over to the table. Then, taking my face in his hands, he whispered to me so that noone else could hear." I've wanted this for so long." Spreading my legs he began by gently fingering my pussy. I was already so wet and horny it didn't take long before I came. God this was better than usual with him. Kneeling in front of me he gently licked my inner thighs and teased my cunt lips. His tongue felt cool and moist against my skin. Suddenly his tongue probed deep inside me. Circling my clit and running down the inner lips. God this was so amazing. Again I came, spurting my juices in his mouth. Then he stood me up and positioned me so that I was kneeling in front of him. He unzipped his fly and dropped his trousers. I could see the object of my desire only centimeters from my willing and eager mouth. Taking his cock in my hands I gently started playing with it. Rubbing that soft silky shaft was sooooo wonderful I could feel myself start to cream again. Looking up at him I saw that he was totally into it, lost in sensations that were lifting him away from reality.

I took him into my mouth. A soft groan escaped his lips and I could feel his cock jerk as I took it as deep in my mouth as I could. Man, he was sooo huge. Moving my lips back and forth over him, I reached underneath and cupped his balls in my hand. As I held them I could feel how hairy they were as I ran my fingers through.

My tongue slid over him, ending at the knob. I ran my tongue around the rim and carefully sucked the end. He gasped and dug his fingers deeper in my hair, holding me closer to him. Glancing up, I caught his eye and winked. He smiled and pressed me in closer still.

After a few seconds, he took himself out of my mouth and raised me up. Turning me around, he fingered my pussy again and again. Teasing me to another orgasm, he grasped my butt cheeks and finally......finally slid that gorgeous dick inside me. It felt amazing. Even though I had had so many cocks of various sizes, lengths and thick nesses inside me, this one seemed to be the best of them all. Maybe it was just my lust for him talking, but he was incredible. To finally feel that which I had been waiting for so long was indescribable!

A s he drove himself deep in me I could feel the tip of his penis pressing up against my cervix. He pulled out and lifted it to my mouth. I licked our joined juices from him and I don't think I had ever been so aroused. As he shoved back into me, I could feel his cock slide against my clit. I came in a rush of juices and I felt the hot spurt of his cum on me. He withdrew, and I reached down and cleaned up his cum from my pussy, licked my fingers and reached up to him. Wrapping my arms around him I kissed him and let him taste us on my lips and in my mouth.

He whispered to me "Shelley, you are wonderful. I have waited so long for you"

We had been so engrossed in each other that we never noticed that the bar had emptied and all the clients and staff had gone. Quietly we left, arms around each other. We spent the rest of the night together and six months ago I moved in with him.

I don't think I have ever been so happy.

THE END



The Bar



You were in a lounge and you notice me and my friend come in and sit down at the other end of the bar. After a few drinks, I notice that you were looking over our way and seductively holding a cherry in your mouth. I couldn't resist the temptation and grabbed my drink and walked around to your end of the bar, asking you if I could buy you a drink and you agreed.

After a little conversation, I noticed your hand on my thigh, moving up and down the length of it. I also noticed that you skirt had hiked up, exposing some gorgeous thighs, and I reached over and laid my hand about half way up on your leg. When I did this, you uncrossed your legs and slightly parted your thighs. Taking that clue, I slid my hand upwards and felt the edge of your damp panties.

Your hand moved up my leg, and you reached down and grabbed the lump in my pants, and you squeezed my cock and opened your legs a little more, giving me access to more of your panty-clad pussy.

Looking around the bar, I noticed no one was paying attention and I started stroking the lips of your pussy, through the material of your panties. Your expression on your face tells me that you are getting excited, but it also tells me to continue. I begin rubbing your clit through the material and feel an increase of moistness as you come to a quick orgasm.

My cock hard now, you ask me if there is any place that we can go so you can take care of the lump in my pants. I tell you that my apartment is not too far, but I also tell you that I am riding with my friend and ask what about him...You give me a sultry smile and say, he can come to if he wants.

We walk over to my friend and tell him what's going on and the three of us leave the bar and head for the car. As we get into the car, you slide into the middle and as you do, your skirt hikes up to the bottom edge of your panties and a trail of moisture is evident on the seat covers from your already hot wet pussy.

As my friend starts driving to my apartment, we exchange a few words, then you tell us that you've never fucked two men at once, but was more than willing to experience it. Your hand reaches over each of us and grab each of our cocks and begin to massage them through our pants.

When we walk in you tell us to get on the couch that you want to dance for us and for us to take out our cocks and play with them while you undress. 

Not having to be told twice, Bill and I quickly unzip and drop our pants, and start stroking our cocks as you turn on the radio and start a very seductive strip for us. You never take your eyes off of our cocks as you slide your clothes off or your tender looking body.

By now, Bill and I noticed that you have shaved your pussy and you begin looking almost drugged as you move your hand down and caress your pussy in front of us. Our cocks are rock hard at this point and you move towards the couch and kneel down in front of Bill and guide his cock into your mouth. 

After taking it in, you take your mouth off, and slide your tongue up and down his cock from the top to the base. Your other hand reaches over and replaces my hand on my cock as you begin to stroke it with up and down movements.

Bill, by now had leaned back and looked down his stomach and meet your eyes as you slowly descend on his cock. You move back up on the top and give him a gentle lick over the head and get up and move between my legs and start doing the same to my cock. Oh baby, your mouth is so hot and your tongue is leaving trails of fire down to the base of my cock. You continue stroking Bill's cock as you suck on mine.

Bill raises off of the couch and grabs your hips and raises you to where you are standing but still leaned over and sucking my cock. He moves behind you and gets down between your legs and starts to lick your pussy from behind. This causes you to increase the sucking motion on my cock as well as the stroking your hand is giving it.

Bill stands up and grabs his cock and positions it at the entrance of your dripping pussy and inserts the head of it partially in. Feeling this, you move your ass back and take him in with one big push. You take your mouth off of my cock, bracing yourself on my thighs, you start meeting each thrust Bill is giving you as his cock slides in and out of your hot hole.

You resume your sucking on my cock and each time Bill moves you forward, you take my whole cock deep into your mouth as I can feel the tightness of your throat around my head. I lean back on the couch and close my eyes and take in the pleasure I am receiving from your sucking.

Bills fucking increases as you give off little whimpers each time he pushes forward. He thrusts harder and faster, nearing his climax. You take one hand and move down between your legs and start massaging your clit, yet continuing the sucking motion on my cock. Bill feels your hand playing with yourself and grunts as he lunges forward and freezes as he unloads his cum deep into your pussy. This triggers your orgasm, causing my cock to erupt, sending cum against the back of your mouth. You seemed a little surprised, by take all that I have.

Bill pulls out, leaving a void in your pussy, but the mixed cum starts running down the inside of your legs. You reach down and slide your hand down your legs and collect some of the cum and begin rubbing it around your pussy lips, causing them to glisten with moisture. You then run your hand to your mouth and begin licking your fingers, and smiling with an erotic grin.

My cock not quite losing it rigidity, begins to surge back erect as you erotic display triggers my brain to want more. You move over tome and turn around, facing Bill and reach down and guide my cock into your already saturated pussy. You slide down to the base and begin bouncing up and down in my lap, fucking me.

Bill moves forward and you grab his cock and use your tongue to lick some of your juices off of his cock, causing him to start getting hard again. 

You grasp it and pull him even closer and open your mouth and take him into your hot cavern. While you suck Bill, you continue your up and down movement on my cock as we match our thrusting. I reach around you and grab a breast in each hand and gently squeeze them and play with your rock hard nipples.

Your pussy is so hot, it sends heat waves down into my loins as I feel another orgasm coming on. I grab your hips, and pull you down on me harder, trying to reach the bottom of your pussy. Your hand continues to stroke Bill's cock as you continue to suck on the head of his cock. Again, you move your hand down and start massaging your clit, hard and fast as you feel another climax building in your body.

Bill tells you he's fixing to cum, and you take your mouth off of his cock and using your hand, point it towards your chest area as he begins to send jets of cum, splattering on your breasts. As he cums, you begin to cum as your pussy contracts, my cock erupts deep in your body. It seems like we cum for minutes. My cock jerks, giving you a few more drops. You lean back on my chest and looking up at Bill, you take your hands and smear his cum on your breasts.

You turn your head and we kiss, with my cock still planted inside your cum filled pussy. Oh baby, I think you have enjoyed yourself.

We get up and go into the bathroom to clean up, showering and then dressing so we can drop you off back at your car, cause you have to get up early tomorrow morning to go to work.

As we drop you off, you kiss each one of us and give our cocks a little squeeze and say that you would like to do that again sometimes...



The Bar



Tanya was laughing heartily as they entered the bar. The dinner had been good and he’d kept plying her with wine until he knew she was at that happy state that wine gave her. The way she moved told him she was feeling horny. Her hips swayed, her nipples hard, showing through the sheer fabric of her close-fitting top. She had on a silk skirt that was almost transparent, he watched the room when they entered, seeing the men inside casting their eyes appreciatively over his wife. He saw their lusting eyes and smiled to himself. 

The bar was dim and smoky a half dozen or so men where at tables drinking whilst a few more played on the two pool tables over to the back of the room. He ordered them drinks at the bar noting Tanya had already begun swaying to the beat of the song on the juke box playing in the corner. She sang to herself as she unconsciously moved in time to the beat.

“Want to dance?” he asked her teasingly.

She glanced around at the men in the place, realising she was the only woman in the room. She smiled and shook her head, though she still swayed to the sounds of the song. She took the drink he offered her, she was thirsty and drained the glass, she looked at the strange smile on his face. She noticed a different taste on her tongue.

“What did you give me?” she asked. She felt a strange sensation of floating away from herself, she saw she stood close to him saw herself put her glass down on the table.

“I want you to dance, Tanya. Go to the juke box and chose some sexy music and dance for me.”

He smiled at her easy compliance. She moved over to the juke box, going through the song list. She chose a few songs to play in a row, all favourites that made her feel sensual and horny when she danced to them. She closed her eyes and started moving to the music.

Joe watched the eyes that moved to watch her. He saw all of them glancing her way as she moved seductively to the music. She moved in her own space, seemingly oblivious to all around her. Her body moving rhythmically, he could tell she was excited. He moved over to her. She looked up and smiled to him. She moved her body close to his, he could feel her warmth, her heat. She reached up to kiss him. Her mouth locked with his and he felt drawn into the sensuousness of her tongue gliding over his own. He returned her kiss aware she was stroking his hard cock through the fabric of his trousers. He was tempted to get her to drop to her knees and give him a blowjob, he saw the hungry eyes of the other men. He could feel their envious gaze as she slowly moved against him. Knew she would do whatever he asked of her.

“Come and dance over here, Tanya. Do a striptease for me. Dance and touch yourself for me.” Joe whispered to her. He drew her out into the middle of the bar where all the men could see her. She continued to move to the music, her eyes closed, her head down so her long hair covered her face. Her hands began to run slowly down her body, outlining her curves, coming back up to caress her breasts, to play with the nipples through her sheer top. She lifted the tight fabric over her head, for a moment her breasts were trapped by the cloth, but then were released and bounced back into place. He smiled. She had such lovely tits. They were large and firm, her hard, dark pink nipples stood out firmly, he knew they were exquisitely sensitive. He knew she could bring herself only by playing with them as she was now. Her hands slipped down to her skirt, slowly shimmying it down her body until she stood only in her silk panties before them.

Joe looked around seeming the wrapt attention of all the men. He saw some of them stroking. He smiled to himself, feeling his own response. 

A more raunchy song with a deep bass beat started. Tanya began to send her hands towards her pussy, sending her fingers in and out in time with the music. Starting to cum, her whole body shaking, her lips were slightly parted, her breath heavy her body tensing again and again as she rode the pleasure.

Joe saw a big, tall black man step forward toward his wife. He saw his hands reach out to fondle her breasts. The contrast of the sight of the black hands on her white flesh was a turn on. He saw a picture of his black cock sliding in and out of her hot pussy.

Tanya opened her eyes to see who touched her, knowing it wasn’t her lover, the texture was different, the touch while not unpleasurable, was unfamiliar. She looked into very dark, eyes and bright white smiling teeth. She felt his hands caress her body, found his mouth enclosing her own with his. She closed her eyes and let the feeling wash over her. She returned his kiss, noting the differences, she ran her hands out and down his body. She gasped at what she found. It seemed to never end as she ran her hand down the length. She found her hands tearing at his clothes, pulling his shirt off, undoing his belt and unzipping his jeans.

Joe watched as his wife frantically undressed the black man. Saw her take the long black cock and massage it within her warm hands. The black guy was fingering Tanya now, sending his long fingers into her hot pussy and waiting for her shuddering response each time as he dug his dark digits into her warm pink pussy.

The guy picked Tanya up effortlessly, manoeuvred her over to one of the now vacant pool tables. He put her down on the green felt positioned himself between her legs and began to slowly slide his cock into her quivering pussy. He continued to push, his long length being taken in, swallowed by her red hot pussy, until all of him was in her, his long shaft pulling back and shoving in, taken in, filling her, pushing into her, the black cock sliding in and out of her red pussy. She fucked his black cock with fervour, cumming again and again as he rammed its length into her.

Joe watched the two of them fucking on the table in front of him. He was hard and wanted to join in, but he waited and watched, his cock hard. He noticed another man had moved towards the fucking couple. He was a young blonde guy, looked as if he was only just old enough to drink at a bar, if he was at all. He reached out and fondled Tanya’s breasts lowered his head and suckled on her tits as the big black man fucked her. 

Tanya was moaning and shuddering as the orgasms swept in a constant wave across her. She didn’t care where she was, what was happening, she didn’t care about a single thing but the exquisite ecstasy that was filling every shred of her body. She was calling out, telling the black guy to ride her, to fuck her hard. Joe watched in wrapt attention. He saw her look at him, saw her knowing smile.

“Oh, Joe!” she whispered.

He felt her heat wrap around his soul. He knew that she was fucking him even as she was being filled by the black man, having her tits licked and sucked by the young blonde guy. 

The black guy was beginning to lose himself in her. He pushed into her hard again and again, he pulled out at the last minute, his white cum spouting from his black cock, to fall across her stomach. He bent down to kiss her pussy, his long tongue pushing in where his big black cock had been.

Tanya was reaching out to the young guy, running her hand down in search of his firm cock. She manoeuvred herself so that her mouth was near him. She slowly lowered her mouth towards the young guy, feeling his firm hardness in her mouth, feeling him as he licked and sucked her breasts and as the black guy still tongued her pussy. She felt another mouth on her other breast, reached out to find another cock within her grasp. She ran her hand the length of it, pulling it off as she went down on the young blonde guy. She felt another cock entering her, she looked through half closed eyes, not sure how many men now surrounded her, stroked her, licked her, fucked her, sucked her, she only knew that she felt wonderful… her mouth full, her pussy full, her body quivering again and again as she came in wave after wave of erotic ecstasy.

Joe watched in rock hard fascination. Tanya had the young blonde guy in her mouth sucking his cock, in her right hand she was jacking off a guy with black hair and a beard, her left wrapt around the black guy, who seemed to be getting back his huge erection, whilst her pussy was being filled by a guy whose cock was about 3inches thick. Another guy was trying to lick her clit, though was finding it hard to fit in. The pool table was a mass of bodies with his wife the centrepiece being fucked from all ways. He saw a sixth guy slip in and turn Tanya slightly. He started playing with her ass, sending his fingers into her before he replaced them with his cock.

Tanya shook with absolute abandon. She lost herself in the excess of sex. She sucked and fucked for all she was worth. She came again and again, feeling the others cum filling her. She felt her mouth, wet and sticky, her pussy, hot wet and sticky, her ass being filled again and again. She shuddered and quivered, she shook from head to toe in wave after wave of pleasure that seared her soul and sent her to a plain of existence that she rarely obtained. Joy sang across every sense, across every synapse a wave of wantonness enveloped her and sent her orgasmic and shaking on a continuous roller coaster of exultation.

Joe watched as the last man had his fill of her. She’s brought every single one of them, Made them cum and drunk them in. She had revelled in their adulation, she’d let them have their fill and now lay exhausted. A smile lit her lips. She sighed contentedly, unable to believe what she’s felt that night.

She looked up and saw Joe watching her. She smiled sheepishly, realising he’d seen her utter release. Her smile widened realising he had orchestrated this. He’d seen her shred of all inhibitions, seen her pleasure all those men, seen her as she abandoned herself to orgasmic release again and again, not caring how it happened, only wanting it again and again.

She came to him then. She straddled him as he sat in his chair. She kissed him slowly, her tongue languishing in the warmth of his mouth, entwining with his own and shrouded in a passion that he could feel with every fibre of his body.

His cock was straining for release. She rubbed herself against it through the fabric of his trousers. Her hands played with his nipples, her mouth still warm and insistent upon his own.

She was starting to unbutton his shirt, undoing his fly and reaching her hands in to caress him. He let her undress him, feeling her warm flesh sliding against his own once he too was naked. She dropped to her knees and pleasured her mouth on his cock, taking it in and down, sliding and gliding with exquisite loveliness across his rock hard flesh. She brought herself and sat on him again, burrowing his cock into her pussy and riding him for a while, thrilling at the wonderful feeling of him filling her, feeling her own juices rising and cumming upon him with voluptuous abandon.

“Joe!!!!!’

Her scream filled the room. She bore down on him, devouring his cock with her red, hot pussy, he thought of what he’d seen, how she had taken them and cum so many times, he felt his own cum rising, meeting her they fed upon each other’s lust, writhing together, shuddering again and again as they rode upon the ecstatic rush.

He helped her dress with a smile of deep satisfaction on his face. She smiled wryly to him.

“Come on,” she laughed as he escorted her from the bar, “We better get home. The babysitter will be expecting us.”



The Bar



It was a warm summer evening and we had plans to go out, but you had to work until close. I told you that I would meet you at the country club so that way you wouldn't have to drive all the way out by me, and we could just go hang out once you were done with work. I walked into the bar, noticing that it was pretty slow on this particular night. I was wearing a short shirt, black thigh-high stockings, black spiked high heels, and a low-cut tank top (which showed a great deal of cleavage). As I walked in our eyes met and I smiled at you, letting you know that I was there, since you were waiting on a customer at the bar. I decided to sit up at the bar so that I could talk to you while you were doing stuff. Seeing you got me excited right away, especially when I started thinking about the many nights that we had spent together, the things that we'd done and talked about and the fun that we had. I could feel myself getting wet as I sat with my legs crossed, since I wasn't wearing any panties that night. You only had about another 30 minutes before you could close up and get out of there, so I had no problem waiting. 

I just sat at the bar and had a few drinks, and smoked a few cigarettes while I waited for you. We were just talking about what was on TV and what we wanted to do that night. I could see you glancing down at my chest more often than you thought I had seen...but the truth is, I liked it....ALOT. I knew that seeing me like this was making you hot, and knowing that turned me on. I so wanted to drop to my knees in front of you, take your pants off and suck you off so good....but I let those thoughts be for the moment. Time seemed to pass pretty quickly and most of your customers were gone, except for me. You were the only one working that night, so not having many people there real late made it nice and easy to clean up. When the last person left, you closed the door and said, 

"I've got few things to finish up and we'll be on our way."

Being alone with you in the bar, and being as horny as I was got my mind racing with so many thoughts of what I'd like to do and have done to me right then and there. And without even thinking twice, when you had your back to me, I climbed up on the bar, swung my legs around to face you and tapped you on the back. Your mouth flew open and your eyes got very wide. I raised my hand and motioned with my finger for you to come closer to me, telling you,

"I wanted to kiss you!" 

Without a second thought, you were right in front of me, arms around my waist, pulling me to you. Your lips pressed to mine felt so good, feeling your breath on my face and your tongue intertwined with mine. The way your hands felt around my back and my sides was enough to make me go through the roof. I knew that this would not just end with a little kiss, I had to have you right then, and right there on that bar. 

I scooted to the edge of the bar, wrapped my legs around you, and pulled you as close into me as I could. I let me hands wander through your hair while my lips and tongue found their way from your lips to your cheek and then to your ear. I gently took my tongue and ran it around the edge of your ear, listening to you moan slightly with the feeling of it. I opened my mouth slightly, just enough to take the bottom of your ear inside and began to lick and suck on it just a bit....feeling your muscles tighten up and your breath begin to get labored. I knew you were excited and I knew I'd have no problem convincing you to take me right there. My lips found their way back to yours, and before I kissed you again, I took your bottom lip between my teeth and pulled just a bit, just to see you get excited. Right about the same time, you grabbed my hand and put it on the outside of your pants, so I could feel how incredibly hard you were. God you felt so good, I wanted to see it and taste it and feel it. 

While I started rubbing you through your pants, your hands found their way up my skirt, until it reached my smooth shaven pussy lips that were very hot and very wet from all this excitement. While touching each other, I whispered in your ear, 

"I want you Kevin...I want you to feel you deep inside me, right here." 

You looked up at me with wanting eyes and said, 

"I want you just as much."

You pulled me to the edge of the bar, lifted my skirt up all the way, and after kissing the inside of my thighs, started gently licking and sucking on my pussy lips. Licking the juices that were already there out....tasting all of me. Then you started to suck and bite on my clit, sending chills down my back, making me want to cum on your face like I had never done before. I put my hand on the back of your head as I felt your tongue go deep inside of me and fuck me good. I pushed myself against your mouth harder until you got me to the point of cumming. 

I yelled out, "Oh god, I'm cumming, I'm gonna cum on your face right now!" 

With that, I came hard all over your tongue. You seemed to suck every last drop out of me, being able to feel your mouth and tongue so deep inside of me. When you stopped and looked up at me, you said I tasted so good, and I asked you to kiss me, so that I could taste my juices on your tongue. You happily obliged and kissed me harder and deeper than you ever had before. 

I knew how hard you had to be at this point, and I wanted to taste you myself, I wanted to run my tongue up and down your hot, throbbing cock. I jumped down off the bar, undid your pants and let them fall to the ground. I got down on my knees in front of you, and ran my tongue around the head of your cock, tasting your precum. Then I slowly ran my tongue down one side of your shaft and up the other side. Without saying another word, I opened my mouth and your whole cock deep inside my mouth, feeling it hit the back of my throat and began sucking on it. In and out I took it, stopping only to lick and suck on your balls. The faster I started sucking the more you started moaning and eventually you had your hand on the back of my head, pushing my mouth further and further onto your huge cock. I was feeling my pussy growing wetter and wetter, so I finally stopped sucking your cock, and I stood up and looked at you. You grabbed me and pulled me close to you and kissed me hard. 

Then I asked you, "What do you want to do now?"

You looked at me with a smile on your face and replied, "I want to fuck you so bad". 

I just smiled and kissed you, which was enough for you to know that I wanted it just as bad. 

With that, you turned me around to face the bar, and I put my hands up on it. Next thing I know you were hiking my skirt up, and when I offered to take it off you said to me, 

"Leave it on, I want to fuck you with it on...it makes it that much naughtier". 

I couldn't help but go along with it, because it definitely did make me feel like a very dirty girl...and I liked that. Before I could take another breath, you were thrusting your cock deep into me, and I could feel every single inch of it inside my wet pussy. I could feel my pussy stretch just enough to take it all in, and then tighten up around it again.

Feeling you inside of me was almost enough to make me cum again, but I didn't want to, not just yet...I wanted you to fuck me hard and fast and deep....just the way that you knew I liked it. Your hands reached around to grab my tits and play with my nipples, before I knew it; my hips were matching your thrusts. In and out, in and out, harder, harder....faster and faster. Feeling your balls slap up against the back of my pussy and my ass. 

Feeling so good, god I was moaning so loud. You let go of my tits, and slapped my ass, asking me if I liked it. I told you that I liked it very much, that I loved the way you were making me feel. I told you I wanted it harder, and with that you grabbed my hair and started thrusting into me harder, your cock deeper inside of me than it had ever been. My pussy juices dripping down my leg and your balls. Oh god Kevin, I wanted to cum, I wanted to cum right then and there. I told you I was about to cum, and when I said that you grabbed my hips and pulled me onto you as hard and deep as you could, leaving no space between our bodies. And just like that, I felt my orgasm build inside of me, and I started to scream out, 

"I'm cumming, oh fuck yes, I'm cumming don't stop, don't' stop fucking me!!!" and you didn't. 

You kept going, until you started yelling out that you were cumming too. In an instant we were both cumming together, my pussy gripping your cock so good and draining every drop out of you. 

A total rush came over us, and we realized what had just happened and how amazing that had been...but somehow we both knew that this would not be the end of the fun we would have tonight. Once we composed ourselves, shared some more kisses and touches, we finished cleaning up and headed out.



The Bar



Your juicy pussy is all I can think about during our July meeting. You have made it a point to bring several items for your boss to the meeting at differing times. Each time you run your hand along your ass or snatch just before leaving the room. No one would notice who was not looking for it and boy, was I looking for it. The third time you interrupted, I realized that something had to be done, though no one else could feel the intrusion. 

Excusing myself just before you were to leave the room, I waited for you at the end of the hallway. You emerged from the room and I watched you move your smoking hot body through the walkway towards me (don't think I didn't notice). I allow you to pass before grabbing you roughly by the arm and back of the hair and pushing you down the hallway. You fight against me weakly, but surmised quickly that this was pointless.

I pushed you through the door to the men's locker room and straight into the sauna area, which was cool due to inactivity. I threw you against the wall and pressed up against you. My mouth moved over your neck and mouth, while my hands roughly tore at your body. I grabbed your tits with one hand and shoved my free hand into your dress covered pussy. Frantically both hands moved up your dress and to your panties, which shredded easily under my force. Soon I had my fingers buried in your ass and silk, pummeling you so hard you could not tell which fingers were penetrating you from which directions. Grabbing you by the back of neck, I forced you to bend over one of the sauna platforms, which exposed your perfect little asshole. With one fluid movement my cock is exposed and lubing up with your juices, I bury myself in your wanting ass. I ram hard inside you slapping my balls against your pussy. You reach your hands to your cunt and fuck yourself in rhythm with my penetration. Finally, you feel me swell inside of you, but before I cum, I draw my dick from your punished butt, spin you around and slam my brimming cock into your waiting mouth. It is after a few hard strokes that my cum splashes down your throat. I hold the back of your head so you don't spill a drop. Finished, I push you away from me and leave the lockers to return to the meeting, with the unsuspecting staff.

After the meeting, we adjourn to our rooms and I assume you are home. To my surprise, you have snuck out and I hear your knock on my door. I answer the door fully dressed holding the keys to my rental car. I pull you towards me, saying not a word, I kiss you deeply and then pull you with me as I head to the elevators to exit the building.

We soon find ourselves driving down a darkened back road somewhere you do not recognize. In the distance are the only lights we have seen for nearly an hour. Approaching we see that it is a bar and it strikes me as a good a place as any for us to stop. 

Walking in we discover that the crowd is a hardcore biker gang, both men and woman. I look to you and you nod without our having to speak words. We approach the pool table and challenge a couple of the bigger mugs to a small wager for a game. The game is uneventful, as I tear them up. Angry at having to pay, the bigger of the two approaches and gets in my face. However, he can tell by my demeanor that there is no backing down. Instead, he issues a different challenge. Pointing to three very hot biker girls sitting at the counter he offers them in exchange for you if we can win another game. Mistakenly confident you agree to the terms. I tank the game.

You are now left standing alone at the table with this hard hot sweaty biker pressing up against you. You look to me for help, but realize that you agreed to this bet. Figuring a blowjob is the fastest way to get it over with, you drop to your knees and unzip him. You are surprised to pull 10 inches of pipe from his pants. Fascinated you take him quickly into your mouth and suck him hard. A crowd gathers to watch your expertise. Your belief you could get away with just that was mistaken as he pulls you to your feet and tears your clothing from your body with the help of several other of the bikers. I try to help you, but they are on me in a second.

Naked and on your back on the pool table your legs are roughly grabbed and spread open. His prick forces its way inside your hot wet cunt. He shoves all ten deep inside you and then out again, building up steam. One of the girls from the bar has moved to the table and standing on it dances over you. As her hips sway you can see her sweet lips peaking out from her tight leather shorts. You reach your hand up for them and everyone realizes that you are a goer. 

They pull her shorts off her quickly and force her down on your face. Your first snatch and it tastes and smell as good as you hoped. Your tongue slides between her lips and as deep inside her as you can go. Then you move to her clit where you bite and suck her to a massive orgasm, which sets you to cumming and the biker inside you to do the same.

You are not allowed to rest for a second as another biker, naked, slides onto the table and pulls you on top of him sliding you down on his pole. His cock is nearly the same as the last, so you feel yourself ripped apart as he pulls you onto him. Shortly, you feel hands probing your ass and then you are aware of the tip of a dick pressing against it. With a fluid movement, you are filled in both your pussy and your ass and both of them are pounding hard. A third moves in front of your face and you take his cock into your mouth. Looking to your left you can see two of the girls from the bar in 69, their sweet boxes pressed to each other's mouth. Cocks are pounding you in every direction and you can feel still other hands grabbing at you and forcing you one way or another. Once again, a cascade of cum fills you entirely. 

After they all pull out a beautiful blonde rushes to lap at your well-used hole. Her beautiful tongue hits you perfectly sending shockwaves through your whole body. Another small blonde, her sister, moves in front of your face allowing you access to her beautiful walls. Your tongue dances and slides inside of her sending her quickly to another earth shattering orgasm. The other blonde is feverishly licking at your loose ass and sliding her tongue inside and you quickly explode for her.

You are brought to your feet and to the center of the room. There you are pushed to your knees. A group of half naked men surrounds you each stroking their cocks. Your mouth instinctively goes to the first rod and engulfs it, while your hands reach for two other hot dicks. Pulling and sucking you rotate around the group hoping to bring each to orgasm. Before long, you are successful and each one shoots a hot load either down your throat or onto your face.

The remaining bikers take there turns with you and I even blast you a time or two to join in the fun. 

Eventually, all of them are spent. You have taken all of their cocks and sucked all of the pussies, so you lay in the middle of the pool table still able to feel the penetrations you have enjoyed that night. Wanting one last orgasm you grab two of the pool sticks on the table. Sliding them in your front and back, you fuck yourself hard to the brink of a climax. Suddenly you feel a jerk on the sticks. Looking up you see that I am holding them both so you can release and just indulge. Raising your hips, you give me easy access and I pound you with both cues. With a loud scream you have one final exploding orgasm and pass out on the table.

When you awake at four in the morning you are in my room with no recollection of how you got there. At first, you wonder if it was a dream, but a slight movement sends ripples through your spent body. I roll over to face you, "that was the hottest thing I have every seen. I am hooked." My lips find yours and I kiss you passionately, my tongue exploring your mouth. My hands softly explore your tender body wetting you thoroughly. Sliding on top and into you, my dick fills your walls and moves slowly inside of you. My eyes are fixed on yours as we move together getting our bodies into a perfect motion. As our climax finds us, I press my lips to yours and we are totally connected as the waves of cum pass between us.



The Bar



I drove up for the night, and I didn't feel like staying at the house all night so we stopped at this little townies bar you go to. It was everything I expected of a little pub, but yet nothing I had ever seen. I swear as soon as we walked in, everyone in the place fell dead silent, they either knew I wasn't from around there, or you had told them all about me. So we ordered our food and a pitcher of beer and talked about what we were going to do over the next few days. In my head I know we talked about just having a night were we actually talk and have a good time and not just have sex on our mind. We wanted this to be the night we found out everything about each other. 

The night started out so good and you were so sweet. Not to mention that voice of your, always send tingles down me when you talk. I hope we stay up all night talking. We've sat and laughed for a good hour and half. Been through 2 pitchers of beer and a few shots by now; not sure who's going to drive home, but the nights still young and we've never gotten to laugh like this. You strike up the idea of putting a few good tunes on and having us a few good dances. I look around the place and laugh. There's a juke box in the back with a little room to dance. The bar up front has 3 customers and the bartender and the waiter/cook. We've heard them ask a hundred times if I've have been in here before, and just laughed it off. I love how they stare at us. It's like color vs. grey in there. I laugh at the thought of dancing, but I say what the hell after this much alcohol I don't think I could say not to much at all. Not to mention, I can't say no to you. You are so damn cute, and so sexy. Doesn't look like they've added any new good songs since 1975, but there's a few good ones in there. But we were both feeling a little tipsy and in the mood for some dancing. So I tell you to pick some songs, I'm going to go get us another drink. I head up to the bar. 

I can feel the drunken old men's eyes all over my body. Going from my shoes, looking right through my skirt and picturing what they can see under my shirt. Maybe they can since I'm just not from around here. I give a little laugh to myself and order us another shot. When I get back the songs have started. We clang our glasses together and shoot it down and head to our own world of dancing. The men in the bar laugh at us dancing but we just go on our way without a care. You pull me in close and we are all over each other from the get go. It's been all night and we had been so good, but I want you bad, and I can feel the way you look at me. 

You will have what you want to. Your hands with a firm grip on my ass I lean in and kiss you passionately. The taste of the shot still on both of our breathes. You pull me in close. Your hands cup over my breasts sliding down my body. You kiss down my neck and pull my shirt over to kiss my shoulders. Your hand slips up my skirt to find my wet & hot pussy just waiting on you. You slide your hand back and forth just teasing on the outside of my panties. I can't help but let a little moan out of pleasure, you turn to look up at the bar, and the only one in view of us still had his back to us. At that point you new it was ok, I felt you take my panties aside and run your fingers down my wet pussy. They were so cold compared to me and you felt amazing inside. I was so wet. You circled my hard clit by this time I had to bit your shirt to keep from screaming in pleasure.

As if it was possible, you pulled me even closer. You slid 2 fingers in me and out comes another moan. At this point you know to move over a bit just in case the old man does turn around to watch us dance but we keep dancing. I begin to unbutton your pants and slid my hand down inside and find your huge hard cock all ready for me, while faster you slide in and out of me. There's a chair in the back corner. Its dark back there, I've been watching it as we dance; picturing you fucking me on it. 

By this time, I can't take anymore, I pull you to it. Its out of site from all of the others, the only thing close is the back exit; it does not look like it has been used in 25 years. I pull your pants down and throw you on the chair. I bend over and give your hard cock a few licks; sliding it in and out of my mouth deep. Your skin so tight... wanting to explode... I pull it out of my mouth and position myself on top of you and slide you in me. Just then you kiss me to keep me from screaming. You angle yourself just right and we both begin to rock into each other. I'm so wet, and your dick so hard and so deep inside of me. With ever slide, I moan. Harder and faster, I moan for more. Our movements are equal and you moan my name sending me into an orgasm all over your hard cock. I lean into your ear and say thank you baby it's your turn. I nibble your ear and my hands wonder on down. 

I slide off your cock, my juices sliding down your balls. I pull you further off the chair to have full access to you. your cock now sticking straight out at me I get on my knees in front of you and you throw my head on your cock. I lick your shaft up and down, allowing myself to taste my juices from you. I slide my tongue back to your balls. My juices are everywhere. Licking my fingers I slide one around to your ass and pull my other hand back up to your shaft. Taking you in as far as you will go. All the way in and all the way back out. In and out, harder and faster, you push and pull my hair with my motions. Moaning in pleasure, you say baby I'm there. Your tight skin sliding so smooth in and out, and in one shot I feel you go. It takes a few swallows, and just at that point, we get up and you are pulling your pants up. The bartender comes back and says, folks your music was over 15 minutes ago and you were out of sight. Thought there was a problem.

I said no problem but we need 2 more shots. 



The Bar



I woke up that morning, like I always do, to my master's sexy voice. I knew I couldn't say anything because of our no speaking rule but I still love being woke up that way.

"My precious, today is the day I test you. I want to see if you are truly the whore I think you are. Now get up and get ready"

I knew I couldn't stay in bed, so without a word, I got up and when into the bathroom to take a shower. I'm not the prettiest thing ever, but I figure I'm hot. Standing about 5'5" with great curves I turn heads. I have very fair skin, shoulder length dark curly hair and piercing green eyes. As I jump in the shower I think of my master. His name is Brian although I never mutter it. He isn't very tall, only 5'8" with dark hair and eyes. It only takes one glance from him to melt me. We met in a bar and were instantly attracted. Perhaps it was the fact that we are both S&M freaks. It also helps that we both knew we were bisexual growing up, so we could help each other heal old scars.

I finished up my shower and got dressed. My master had laid out a super sexy black halter dress and heels. I knew if I wore underwear I would get punished, so I didn't.

He had left by the time I did my hair and makeup but had left me directions. I followed them and got to the bar where we first met. I found the party room I was to go to and walked in. The first thing I noticed was that I was the only woman there. 6 men were also in the bar, each a different type. I could feel their stares as they watched me walk. The bartender was a surfer with tan skin and blond hair, looking kind of sloppy. There were two men in suits, one shy and sweet, the other looked like a model. I saw a man in uniform talking with what looked like a normal, everyday man, but as I walked closer I heard that this man had an English accent. I then sat at the bar and looked to my right. There was a black man who was by far the most attractive man. His voice was like thunder as he asked me a question. I was so lost in his voice I had to ask him to repeat himself.

"Hi. I'm Leo. You must be Colette." I was shocked! He knew my name!

"Uh yea... Are you a friend of Brian's?" He laughed.

"You could say that." as he talked I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. When I looked again I saw Brian standing against the wall in a dark green shirt and tight black pants. Those pants were perfect! They fit him so well. Every curve of his ass was hugged. As he approached I almost forgot to look down. He liked his slaves to do that.

"Hello my precious. How are you this evening? You may talk."

"Sir, I am wanting,"

"Wanting what, my dear?"

"Wanting this slave to make her master happy." He smiled

"You have already proven yourself to me. This is just another test."

When I looked up all the men where gone and Brian and I were the only people in the bar.

"Enough talk my love. Let us leave." With that he took my elbow and led me away. When we got to the room he told me "You know the safe word. Now turn around so I can blindfold you." He took me into the room and I felt his hands all over my body.

"Undress, slut" The words were so sudden I didn't know what to do. "Now!"

"I....I'm sorry." The words came out so fast I couldn't catch them. I started to undress when I heard..

"Did I say speak slave?" All I could do was shake my head no. I felt hands pushing and pulling me to the bed and I was told to get on all fours with my arms and legs spread out as far as I could. When I felt the handcuffs close around my hand I got a little nervous. Brian knew I didn't like my hands cuffed. Then I felt a pair of hands on my back and another pair on my legs. There were hands roaming all over my body. Soon I felt a mouth on my right nipple and I gasp at the touch. There was a hand at my cunt and I was pretty sure it was my masters. All the attention on my body was taking its toll and I was fighting back the urge to cum, but the urge was wining. Not thinking I yelled out.

"Oh god master please let me cum!" All I got in answer was 5 sharp slaps to the ass. I started to whimper and rock against my chains. The had pinching my clit was covered in my juices. Then finally I heard it.

"Cum, slut"

I screamed out when I came. It was the most mind blowing orgasm of my life. The land that was at my cunt was coasted. After a few minutes I was pushed to my knees and a cock was shoved into my mouth. I welcomed the intrusion and sucked hard. My hands were placed on 2 more cocks and I got the clue and started to stroke them. I trailed my nails down the raging hard-ons, cupping their balls and back up. All I had to do was keep my mouth open and slide my tongue along the ridges as he pushed his rod in and out of my mouth.

I was so caught up in the heat of the situation it took a while for me to notice a man had slipped under me until his cock was into my hole. Just as the man under me was fully buried, I felt a man at my ass. Moaning around the thick cock in my moth, I felt him lube my puckered star and start to inch his way in. He grunted when he felt how tight I was. When he was all the way in the two started to establish a rhythm. I started to feel like a slut. A cock in every hole and 2 more in my hands. The sensations were incredible. Who were these men? I trusted Brian but, I still had to wonder. It didn't take long for the men to establish a hard fast rhythm. The men were soon slamming home one more time. I felt the explosions in my hands and ass first. After the men came, they cleaned up and left. I heard them leave , but there were still sounds of slapping, moaning and a hard cock moving in and out of my mouth. I felt a hand taking off my blindfold. It was my master's hard-on in my mouth and the man with the accent was fucking him hard in the ass, while talking dirty to him. I didn't hear him before because I was too involved with the 4 other cocks. I kept sucking Brian's cock while he got his ass reamed. It was obvious he was about to shoot his load, so I picked up the sucking. He screamed out when he came. The British man behind him came into his ass, cleaned up and left.

"How are you precious?" He said after taking in my cum covered breasts and sweaty skin. "You may speak."

"Wonderful," I replied, "I feel like your slut. Who were those men?"

"A fantasy of mine and yours. I'm proud of you. Perhaps a reward is in store." I felt a warm rush of pleasure at his words, along with the tingle of excitement.



The Bar



Jim's eyes watched as she slid slowly onto a barstool. Dressed in tight black pants and almost too tight red shirt, she was capturing the attention of quite a few men around the bar. Her long brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail, wisps of hair hanging loose near her face. He finished serving drinks to another couple and wandered down towards her. Her face lit up when he leaned across the bar to talk to her.

"Having fun, baby?" Jim asked his lover, Kat. She licked her sensuous lips and smiled, looking up into his gorgeous gray-blue eyes.

"Yeah. Lots of guys to dance with." She winked at him. "Can I get a rum and coke?" He nodded and quickly mixed the drink; light on the rum and heavy on the coke. He set it in front of her and slipped money out of his pocket to pay for it. Kat watched as he turned to the register. She took in the sight of his strong back, knowing that the only thing keeping her from seeing the scratch marks was the tee shirt he had on. She sipped her drink and let her gaze travel over his ass, missing the feeling of it in her hands. Jim had turned back around and caught her staring. She smiled lovingly. And finished her drink as she watched him work.

Kat went back out to the dance floor to find her friends and felt an arm encircle her waist. She was pulled close to someone and looked up in surprise. The guy holding her was not someone she knew. Dark hair, green eyes and good-looking.

"Let's dance." He pressed his body against hers and they danced moving in rhythm with each other. Her hands ran over the strong muscles of his back and down over his ass. She turned around pressing her ass against him, slowly sliding her body up and down along his. She felt his cock, hot and hard, pushing against her, when she slid along it. Kat turned her face towards the bar and smiled. Jim was intently watching her every move. She turned to face the stranger and smiled. Pushing her breasts against his chest as his hands slowly slid down her back and over her ass. He squeezed gently, pulling her closer. Kat stood on her toes and slid her tongue along his neck up to his ear.

"I'm Kat." She whispered softly, her breath warm as her tongue flicked his ear. She felt him shudder. He leaned down close to her ear and kissed her neck.

"Evan." He softly nibbled her neck as they danced. They continued to kiss and run their hands over each other's bodies as the music continued for several songs. Several times Kat glanced in the direction of the bar and found Jim watching her. Lust and knowledge of her body showed plainly on his face. 

As she kissed Evan's neck she thought back to earlier in the evening. Just before Jim left for work and she started to prepare to go out. They had been in the shower together, kissing and gently caressing each other under the warm water. Jim took the body wash and squirted some unto a washcloth. He turned Kat around and washed her back.

"Baby?" He asked as he slid the cloth over her skin.

"Yes, love?" She looked back over her shoulder at him, watching drops of water slide down his cheek.

"Bring someone home tonight." Kat smiled. Jim knew how much she loved it when he asked her that. He enjoyed watching her with another guy, especially when he was able to join in. In the months that they had been living together, they had brought each other to new heights of pleasure and shared their dreams and fantasies with each other. One of Kat's fantasies was to have a three some, her and two men, whose only effort would be to bring her ultimate pleasure. Since moving in together, they had brought another man into their lives a few times. He was a good friend of them both and willingly did whatever Kat asked of him. But tonight, Jim was asking her to bring a stranger home from the bar. Someone neither of them knew and neither could be sure if it would happen or not. That made the idea more pleasurable.

Jim finished washing Kat's back, ass and legs and turned her around so she could rinse off. She slammed her lips against his, pushing her tongue into his mouth. He sucked on it hungrily as he lazily slid a hand over her breasts and down her stomach. Kat wrapped her fingers around Jim's cock, pumping it a few times with her strong fist. Jim slid his fingers through the downy hair covering her pussy. A finger grazed her clit and she shivered against him. Kat slid her fingers over his hard cock, feeling it pulse against her fingers. Jim's skillful fingers quickly brought Kat to orgasm and she shuddered against him, moaning his name into his mouth. She released his cock and put her hands on his hips, leaning back into the water. Jim leaned down and kissed the valley between her large and beautiful breasts. Suddenly, cold air rushed into the shower as Kat pulled the curtain back and stepped out. He looked up in alarm and she smiled.

"Finish your shower." She closed the curtain as she wrapped a towel around herself. Laughing quietly as she heard him cursing under the water. She walked into their bedroom and dried off. She sat down on the bed and toweled her hair and then lay back. Knowing she was spread open to Jim's eyes as he came down the hallway. She slid a hand over her stomach and slowly ran it along her pussy lips. She listened as the water shut off in the bathroom and the door opened. She looked up and Jim was staring at her. He strode quickly down the hall, dropping his towel. He stepped between her spread legs and leaned over her as drops of water fell on her skin.

"That was not nice." He growled softly. He reached up and pinched her nipple hard. She jumped and looked up at him. She smiled and licked her lips, moving her hand away from her pussy so she could slowly spread her juices over his cock. He closed his eyes in pleasure as she slid the tip along her pussy slit. He grabbed a hold of her hips and pulled her to the edge of the bed. He reached down and roughly pushed his cock into her, sinking it in all the way out. She screamed softly, her back arching, pushing her breasts into the air. Jim leaned down and caught one of her nipples in his mouth. Sucking it as he pounded into her hot depths, feeling her juices spread on her thighs and his. He knew he was not going to last long, as hot as they both were. He pulled her legs up and she wrapped them around his waist, pulling him closer. He grabbed her hips and pumped his cock into her. He felt her orgasm in her pussy as she moaned and thrashed beneath him, scratching his back so hard that he knew she had left marks and even drawn blood. He couldn't take much more of the tight warmth surrounding his throbbing cock.

"I'm close." He moaned. Kat's legs released him and he pulled out, just as cum spurted from his cock, spraying her stomach and breasts. She slid a finger along his cock, watching it pulse as it released its seed over her body. Jim lay down beside her, a hand possessively gripping her breast. Breathing heavy, he watched as Kat slowly rubbed his cum into her skin. His cock began to harden, realizing that she was going to go out, with his seed still on her body. She turned and kissed him softly.

"You love it when I am not nice. You know it." He pulled her on top of him.

"You are such a fucking cock tease." He pulled her head to his and kissed her lovingly. He happened to glance at the clock and groaned. She rolled off him and sat up. She stretched and he watched her breasts bounce as she stood.

Kat came back to reality when Evan bit her neck harder then he had been. She looked up, surprised, and he smiled.

"Where did your thoughts wander off too just now?" He nibbled her ear and she could feel his cock pressed into her stomach.

"Getting out of here and seeing what you look like without clothes." Now it was his turn to look surprised. She smiled sweetly and gently kissed him.

"I thought that was what the guy is supposed to say?" She laughed and took his hand, pulling him off the floor, waving to her friends as they walked towards the bar. She approached the bar, Evan behind her with his hands on her hips. Jim watched Kat, envy in his eyes, wishing he could go with them right now, but he still had nearly an hour of work left. She blew him a kiss as she passed and mouthed the words, "I want you." And then disappeared out the door.

Evan led Kat to his car and opened the door for her. They talked quietly on the way to Kat's place; Evan's hand slowly trailing up and down Kat's leg as her hand gently rested on his.

Once at the apartment, Kat led Evan into the living room and asked if he wanted a drink. He responded by pulling her close to him and pressing his lips against hers. His tongue flicked against her lips and pushed into her mouth. She returned the kiss, her tongue gently massaging his. Evan slid his hands over her back and down her sides to the hem of her shirt. He tugged at it and slid his hands under it. Kat slowly unbuttoned his shirt, sliding her hands inside it and sliding it off his shoulders. She kissed his chest. He tugged her shirt off, moaning when he saw she had no bra on. She undid his pants and wasted in no time in sliding them down. She pushed him backward onto the couch and he sat down. She eased of his shoes and socks and then his pants. His cock was beautiful; about 7 inches long, thick and standing at attention with beads of pre-cum oozing from the tip.

Kat stood and slowly slid off her pants and left on her bright red see through panties. Evan moaned as she slid her hands over her breasts and pinched her nipples. He sat up and leaned forward, beckoning to her.

"Come here." She glanced at the clock. 20 minutes until Jim would walk through the front door. Evan noticed her look. "Roommate coming home?" She smiled.

"We have plenty of time." Kat sauntered towards him and sat down beside him, tucking her legs under her body. Evan put his arm around her and they cuddled, kissing and nibbling at each other's lips. Evan pushed Kat back and lowered his mouth to her breasts. He sucked her nipples into his mouth, biting gently. Kat held his head to her breasts, moaning loudly and pushing her breasts against his face. He slowly tortured one nipple and then the other, making sure to pinch the nipple that was not in his mouth. Kat had shifted around enough to be able to stroke his hard cock. Rubbing the pre-cum over the head as Evan moaned against her breasts. Kat glanced at the clock again. Less then ten minutes. Her body throbbed with excitement. Evan pulled back when he felt her shift.

"Did I hurt you?" She smiled and sat up, looking at him with as smile as she licked her lips.

"No. I want to suck you. I want to feel you throb against my tongue." She moved farther down the couch and stretched out, her head in his lap. She slowly ran her tongue along the shaft, bathing it with her saliva. Evan closed his eyes, resting his head against the couch, one hand in her hair and the other running along her side. Kat slowly slid her tongue over his cock and then sucked the tip into her mouth. Slowly she slid inch after inch into her mouth. Evan moaned and tightened his hold on her hair.

"I am not going to last long." She smiled around his cock and continued to suck it in and out of her mouth. She applied more suction and pressured and started thrusting his hips to meet her mouth. "Oh damn. You're fucking good." Kat kept sucking even when she heard a key in the door. She quickly slid him in and out of her mouth shutting her eyes when the door opened. She felt him explode into her mouth and she drank his cum greedily.

"Well, this is interesting. Coming home and seeing my girl's mouth wrapped around another man's cock." Evan's body stiffened with shock and fright as his eyes flew open. With an audible popping sound, Kat slid his cock from her mouth, licking her lips while she sat up. 

"Hi, honey." She got up and walked towards Jim. He put an arm around her and pulled her close for a kiss. He licked her lips.

"You taste like him." She smiled and looked at Evan. He was still trying to sort out the situation and she could tell he was starting to get angry.

"He tastes good." She stated as she walked back to Evan slowly. "I owe you an explanation." She sat down beside him and his eyes followed her, watching warily and occasionally looking back to Jim.

"While you explain, I am going to go shower." Jim left the room and Evan relaxed a little.

"You lied to me." Evan said angrily.

"I did. But you are still here, so evidently something has intrigued you." Kat reached out and brushed hair off his forehead. "Jim and I have an open relationship. I am allowed to screw any man I want, as long as I'm smart about it. But, there are times when I want to have two men to pleasure me. Tonight is one of those nights." Evan watched her face as she spoke. Her hand had fallen to his lap and his cock was hardening under her fingers expert caress. "I want you to be the second guy, Evan. From the feel of things, I don't see you minding to much." She smiled sweetly and leaned forward to kiss him. He grabbed her head and pulled her head back. Her look changed to one of pain.

"You are a cock tease, Kat. I don't like girls who tease me." He reached up and pinched her nipple. "But, you're right, I'm intrigued. And I want to help your boyfriend fuck your brains out. Cock teasers like you need to be fucked hard." With that he slammed his mouth against hers and bit her lip. He pushed her back on the couch and roughly pulled off her panties. He slid a hand up her leg, feeling her wetness on her inside thigh. He slowly slid a finger along her pussy and slid it inside of her roughly. Kat moaned and gripped his shoulder.

"If you're going to do that, lick her clit too. She goes nuts." Evan looked up at Jim, a towel draped over his shoulders.

"You're girl is a cock tease." Evan slid his finger in and out of Kat's pussy as his thumb grazed her clit. She jumped at the contact and moaned, her nails marking his shoulder. Jim lifted her head and sat down, settling her head on his thigh. He stroked her hair and cheek.

"Yes, she is. But she always makes sure to make the guy feel good, as well as herself." Jim caressed her breast. "I take it you are going to join us?" Evan nodded and picked up the pace of his finger thrusting in and out of Kat's pussy. She called out and arched her back, pressing her breast into Jim's hand. He massaged it gently, feeling his cock throb against his leg. "Do you want Evan to lick your pussy, baby?"

"Yes." She moaned.

"Ask him."

"Will you please lick my pussy, Evan?" Evan pulled his finger out of her and slid it up to her mouth. She sucked it into her mouth and licked it clean. Evan slid off the couch to his knees and leaned over Kat's pussy.

"Hold yourself open." Kat slid her hands down, opening herself to his tongue. He took one slow lick from her ass to her clit, tasting her juices. He looked up at Jim. "Is she always this hot?" Jim nodded. Evan went back to tonguing her pussy, sliding his tongue along the slit, but ignoring her clit entirely. He pushed his tongue into her a few times and then slid his finger into her. 

Jim watched as Evan's tongue grazed Kat's clit. He slid out from under her and knelt by her head. He ran his cock over her lips and her tongue slid out to lick it softly. She opened her mouth and the head slipped inside. Her tongue swirled around the head and every time Evan licked her clit, he felt her suck harder on his cock. Jim watched as Evan pounded his finger into Kat's pussy, knowing how wet and hot she must feel, the velvety softness of her enveloping his finger. Kat moaned louder as her orgasm began to explode inside of her body. She practically screamed around Jim's cock and he moaned. Wanting to stay in her mouth but knowing she needed to be able to breath he slid out and sat back. Evan continued tonguing her pussy, lapping up her juices. When the shudders in her body subsided, he pulled back, his face wet with Kat's juices. 

Jim stood and bent down, sliding his arms under Kat's body. He stood, cradling her to him and walked out of the room. Evan followed behind them. Jim led them into the bedroom, which was lit by a couple of candles and laid Kat on the bed. She stretched and reached out to take both men's cocks in her hands. Jim pulled free and walked around the bed, crawling up beside her and laying down, his body against her side. Evan did the same thing on the other side.

Both men started kissing her ears and nibbling and biting her neck. Without even talking about it, the two men moved in sync with each other as they kissed along Kat's skin. They each stopped at a breast, sucking the nipples into their mouths. Kat moaned loudly, loving the feel of two mouths on her breasts. She ran her hands through their hair and pushed her breasts against their mouths. It seemed like an eternity that they spent on her breasts, their hands running over her legs, pussy and stomach. She felt Jim's familiar finger push into her pussy and another finger on her clit.

"I need a cock. Someone, please fuck me." Jim pulled his mouth off her tit and looked down at his love.

"Soon, baby. Just enjoy yourself." She pouted and he kissed her lips. Biting the bottom one a little too hard. Evan bit her nipple and pulled back. He pressed himself against her hip. Jim rolled Kat so she was facing Evan. She draped a leg over his and pressed her pussy against his cock. She felt Jim's weight leave the bed and she watched as he walked out of the room. Evan kissed her, bringing her attention back to him. They kissed gently for a few moments before he deftly pushed his cock into her. He turned onto his back, forcing her to straddle him and sink farther onto his cock. She moaned and shivered, sitting up, her tits hanging in Evan's face. He caught a nipple in his mouth and sucked it. Kat turned as she heard Jim come out of the bathroom, a bottle in his hand. He knelt behind her and slowly spread oil onto her skin. Massaging it in gently, causing her to rock back and forth while riding Evan's cock. Jim watched Evan's cock slid in and out of Kat and he envied him. But he knew he could have her whenever he wanted. And tonight, he wanted her to have what she wanted. He poured more oil in his hands and slid them over her ass. She rocked her body over Evan's.

Jim moved back on the bed and leaned over Kat to gently bite her ass. She jumped and moaned his name. He smiled and then slowly licked from the entrance of her pussy, to her ass a few times. He slid an oil-coated finger into her ass, slowly pushing it in. He could feel Evan's cock and he pushed against it. Evan jumped, pushing further into Kat's pussy. Jim sat up and leaned over Kat's back.

"Do not cum in her pussy." Evan nodded and continued fucking Kat. Jim slid his finger in and out of her ass. He could feel her body tighten with orgasm and when she started to cum he pulled her off Evan's cock and slammed his into her pussy, pulling his finger out of her ass.

"What the fuck, man?" Evan asked, irritated. His cock was red and wet.

"Feed her your cock." Kat moaned, past the point of paying attention, as her orgasm coursed through her body. She loved Jim's cock above all others. He fucked her hard but slowed when Evan sat up and started feeding Kat his cock. She licked it hungrily, sucking her juices off it. When it was deep in her mouth, Jim fucked her hard again, his cock sliding in and out of her. He looked down and watched, listening to the sounds of her sucking cock.

"Fuck. She's going to make me cum." Evan called out. Jim picked up the tempo, wanting them all to cum at the same time.

"Me too."

"Fuck me, Jim. Make me cum again." He reached under her and rubbed her clit. All three people came to orgasm at the same time, Evan spraying Kat's face with his cum and Jim pumping wildly into her pussy as he came. He felt her pussy pulse and throb around him and she collapsed on top of Evan. He watched as Evan wiped hair out of her eyes and then wiped his cum off her face only to feed it to her. She sucked on his fingers. Jim pressed himself against Kat's back and ass, grinding, and then pulled out. He watched his cum drip onto Evan's leg and then the blankets.




The Bar



"Get out man. Let the girl sleep." Evan nodded and slid out from under Kat.

"Can I kiss her?" Jim nodded. Evan leaned down and softly kissed Kat's lips. She kissed him sleepily and murmured thanks. Jimmy slid off the bed and covered Kat with a blanket. He motioned Evan to follow after he wrapped a towel around his waist. The two men walked into the living room and Evan started dressing. Once dressed he turned to Jim, "Do you know how fucking lucky you are?" Jim smiled.

"She is something."

"Amazing is more like it." Jim handed Evan a piece of paper.

"Write down your number. She wants to see you again." Evan did handing it to Jim. He walked Evan to the door, wishing him good night and then shutting it. He dropped his towel on the floor and went back into the bedroom. Kat was almost asleep, but she opened her eyes as he blew out the candles.

"Thank you." Jim turned and then sat on the bed. He rubbed her back.

"Don't thank me, baby, I just want you to be happy. I love knowing you're satisfied." She opened her arms and her lay down, settling against her body. He kissed her neck and she sighed happily. "Rest baby." She nodded against his shoulder and was soon breathing deeply and evenly. Jim watched her face, brushing his fingers over her nipple. "Tomorrow is going to be even better." He said softly, a smile spreading across his face.



The Bar



The man walked into the bar and instantly his eyes were drawn to a dark haired woman sitting at the far end of the counter. She was dressed as though she belonged in some high society social club, yet here she was, in a dive bar...alone. She was wearing a white, silky blouse and a form fitting knee length shirt. As the door closed behind the man, a cool breeze swept through the bar momentarily pressing the blouse against the woman's breasts. He could see her nipples tightening at the cold. 

The bar was almost empty, only a few regulars sitting here and there. None acknowledge his presence with even a glance. So much the better for his purposes...Now that he has seen this woman, he will have her...tonight.

The man approaches the woman and moving around behind her, places a hand on either side of her on the bar and leans over her right shoulder, giving him a nice view of her round breasts under that sexy shirt. The woman shows no reaction, not even a surprised glance. She continues to sip at her drink as though nothing has happened.

After a moment, the woman leans slightly back into the man, giving him an even better view of her sexy neck and gorgeous breasts. She can feel him hardening against her. The man slowly runs a hand up her arm and across her chest, torturing her by completely avoiding her breasts. She can see the other patrons in the bar watching intently from the corners of their eyes as the man whispers something in her ear. The woman seems to melt into the man and reaches around behind her to run a hand up his thigh and across the front of his pants. His cock is clearly hard and begging for attention as her hand lightly passes up and down it.

The man continues to possessively run his hand over the woman, eventually bringing it to rest gently encircling her throat. He squeezes slightly and tilts her head to the side as he exerts just enough control over her to ensure she will do whatever he wants. The woman's legs part involuntarily, her muscles relaxing as her body responds to his commands. The man slips some money onto the bar to pay for her drink and slowly pulls the woman off her stool, leaving a damp spot behind from her excitement.

He turns her in the direction of the back room -- a deserted pool table in the middle. Without releasing her neck, he guides her into the room, ignoring the envious stares of the other patrons.

The man loosens his tie and releases his hold on the woman. She slowly, almost instinctively, begins to unbutton her blouse. He roughly slaps her hands away, grabs her by the wrists and forces her arms over her head and behind her neck. Using his tie, he ties her wrists together and wraps the remaining length around her neck leaving just enough for him to hold on to and steer with.

Pulling gently on her bindings, the man forces the woman to her knees in front of him.

His hard cock is inches from her mouth and she licks her lips in anticipation. Leaning forward slightly, she tugs at the button and zipper of his suit with her teeth...slowly but surely releasing his massive cock from his pants. Finally freed of its confines, it brushes the woman's lips. She reaches her tongue out to meet it even as the man pushes her forward within reach. Resisting his push, she is able to lick him and taste his cock before she takes him fully in her mouth.

The woman moves her head slowly back and forth, and the man begins to groan with pleasure...

he tightens his grip on the tie and pulls her head so that he can see her looking at him as she swallows his cock. He can see that the position is slightly uncomfortable for her, but he can also see her hips starting to move back and forth trying to create some friction and make contact with something, anything. With his hand still pulling on the tie, he moves his other hand to her chin and slowly raises her off the ground, against her slight sound of protest as his cock is no longer in reach of her mouth.

He turns her around again so that her back is pressed against him once again, and he starts to unbutton her shirt. She can now see that the other men in the bar are lined up across the entrance to the back room, watching her submit to this total stranger without protest

With an admonition to stay put, the man releases his grasp on the tie and uses both hands to open her shirt and expose her large breasts. Cupping one in each palm he squeezes her already erect nipples gently at first then a bit harder, until he can feel her hips grinding against him, looking for satisfaction. She struggles a bit in her bonds, trying to free a hand to stroke him with, or perhaps to finish the undressing process, but isn't able to break the tight bonds of the tie.

Her shirt is now off and the man reaches under her skirt with one arm as the other resumes its post around her neck. Bending her backwards slightly, stretching her almost onto her tiptoes, he slides his hand down between her legs to her already wet cunt. Her skirt gets in the way and he pulls it free of her body with a tug of frustration. The buttons roll across the floor and the watching men follow them with their eyes as they come to rest at their feet.

Now fully exposed, the woman's skin begins to redden into a blush, making the surface of her body hot. The man slides his hand back between her legs and starts to gently rub her clit between his fingers, occasionally pinching, while he watches her body undulate from over her shoulder. Every time her naked rear presses back into his still exposed cock, he feels a jolt of desire.

He slips a finger, then two, into her wet cunt and she groans and pushes harder against him.

She is so tight he can barely get both fingers in her. Clearly she hasn't been fucked in a while and wants it badly. Tightening his grasp on her neck he turns her towards him yet again and orders her to finish undressing him with her teeth. As she unbuttons his shirt slowly, she licks his chest, teases his nipples, and after some very interesting maneuvers, which the watching patrons thoroughly enjoy, she manages to remove the last of his clothing. 

Now kneeling in front of him again, she strains against his hold on her neck, trying once again to take his cock into her warm and ready mouth. She manages to lick his balls thoroughly before he regains control of her struggling and tosses her onto her back on the pool table. Her struggling ceases as he releases her neck and begins to move slowly down her body with his mouth, pausing to give some attention to each breast, and to bite her nipples roughly before moving on.

Her legs are still drooped over the side of the pool table facing the watchers, so the man parts them and steps aside just a bit to give everyone a good view. He explores her with his fingers yet again, exposing all of her to the cool air of the bar. He lowers his head and licks her slit, from cunt to clit, flicking her gently with his tongue before plunging it into her hot pussy again and again. She is practically dripping at this point, making him even hotter. She rocks her hips into his mouth, urging him to pay attention to her neglected clit, begging him to take her then and there.

He resists the urge and continues to tease, enjoying the way she is struggling towards him, unable to do anything with her hands tied. Lying in such a way that she can't even sit up without the use of her hands...

Finally, he can take no more of this. His cock is harder than it has ever been and aching for release. Pulling her hips slightly off the pool table, he places the tip of his cock at the lips of her cunt. Pushing gently he slides into her only a little. Her pussy is so unused to being entered that she tightens up even more, squeezing his head with her muscles. Forgoing even the convenient handhold the tie offers, the man grabs a fist full of the woman's hair on the back of her head, and pulls her head back, further arching her back, and distracting her from the pressure at the mouth of her pussy. As she gasps in pure pleasure at the way she is being manhandled, he slides full length into her. Pulling back, he teases her with slow short strokes before burying himself in her hot, wet pussy again.

He can feel her starting to come now, so he pulls out and drives himself hard into her again and again. Fucking her into an orgasm like she hasn't had in years. She cries out in pleasure over and over again and the waves of pleasure paralyze her body. The man can feel ever pulse of her orgasm gripping his cock and remains buried in her until the pulsing ceases.

Withdrawing his still ready cock, he forces her back onto her knees in front of him. She eagerly licks her own juices off his cock and his balls, both dripping with her pleasure. Again guiding her with the tie, he encourages her to suck his cock. She closes her hot mouth around his tip, flicking her tongue over the small hole, pressing gently into it. Slowly she draws him further into her mouth and begins to recreate the rythym he used to such great effect on her. Moving her head slowly back and forth before plunging him full length into her mouth. Quickly, she can feel his hard length start to pulse and twitch. He tenses up and grabbing her by the back of the head, forces himself deep into her throat. He comes hard, shooting hot, thick fluids down the back of throat, feeling her swallow with every spurt.

Both utterly exhausted and oblivious to their surroundings, the bartender places a warm, damp towel in the man's hand. Neither even notice his presence as the man gently cleans them both off. The man smoothly pulls his clothes back on, reclaims his tie, and walks slowly out the bar, leaving the woman sitting naked on the pool table, exhausted and surrounded by the other patrons of the bar. As the door swings closed behind him, he hears a faint moan of pleasure drifting out of the back room...



The Bar



Sitting on the edge of my bed I look at the clothes I have hanging out for the day. I smile to myself, a light blush touching my cheeks. I had made it a tradition of stopping after work on Fridays to this restaurant/bar that is in between my house and my work. I would stop and have a few drinks and listen to whatever musician was playing that night. It was a sort of unwinding thing for the weekend. 

A few weeks ago I saw this woman and she was amazing. She had short brown hair, stunning blue eyes, curves in the perfect places. Long story short she really got my pulse racing, my heart pounding, and all my thoughts on her. She was with a few friends the first time. I was trying as hard as I could not to ogle. She smiled my way a couple times. I tried to play cool and just nod my head. 

I was thankful at least I was in my work clothes, a professional business suit most of the time. By the time she saw me of course my tie was loosened, sleeves rolled up, jacket crumpled in a heap on the chair next to me so I wouldn't have any intruders. Nonetheless, I could have been in much worse condition. I sat there, rubbing lotion on my freshly shaved legs recalling watching her for hours.

The next week I came to the bar and at six she walked in again, alone this time. I took care to keep my appearance at least somewhat decent to be presentable in case she decided to come again, one never knows. I saw her look around casually as if she was looking for someone but didn't want it to be obvious. I took a sip of my drink and kept an eye on her, she looked in my direction and our eyes connected. I think my insides might have flipped a few hundred times but I didn't let my face show it, I curled up one side of my mouth in a half smile. I turned away slowly to act as if it was just a passing glance. 

I saw that she got a table for two, but by herself. I sat back and admired her for a while, mouthing the words to the familiar songs that the bar band was playing. I saw a young lady walk up to her and whisper something in her ear; I saw her smile, blush, and giggle. It took all the strength I had not to rip this girl's hair out. Then again, I wasn't making any sort of move so who could blame her. I crossed my legs as I watching this girl lead the woman of my dreams out onto the dance floor and press her rather unimpressive body against her and begin to gyrate like some excited school boy. 

A moment later I saw my dream girl look at me. I stared back, rather uninhibited. I got up from my seat leaving money on the bar and walk out. My black stilettos clicking the slick wood floor as I made my statement. Going home that night all sorts of thoughts were racing through my head. In my car I blasted my music trying to push her from my thoughts. I walk through the door to my apartment, which looks like something right out of a modern deco magazine. Black leather furniture, glass tables, grayscale sketches of naked women's torso and broken vases.

I threw my brief case on the table and flipped through the mail. I went to my bedroom and stripped of my clothes and stood before the mirror naked, running my hands over my shoulders, arms, breasts, and stomach. I get into a hot shower soaking myself, well at least the parts of my body that weren't soaked prior to this. I picture her naked in front of me. My mouth on her breasts, nibbling her nipples. I imagine my hands roaming every inch of her, dipping my fingers into her sweet hot pussy. When I open my eyes I have my fingers against my clit rubbing in small circles. I lean against the wall I slip my fingers inside of me, feeling my g-spot immediately. I imagine her sitting on my face. My mouth buried in her hungry cunt, her juices pouring on my face. 

I grab the removable showerhead and hold it against my throbbing swollen clit. I cry out. I imagine grabbing her ass and pulling her down onto my girl-cock watching her ride me. Watching it sliding in and out of her, over and over again. Guiding her up and down, pumping from beneath her, watching her face as she nears her orgasm. Wanting her to pound against me and explode on me as she screams my name. I want to fuck her like she never has been and never will be fucked again. I want her pussy to always remember me. With that thought I explode, my juices running down my thighs. My whole body shakes with this orgasm. It takes me a few minutes to regain my composure and shower. It would be another week before I could possibly see her again. 

Let me tell you that week was torture I found myself locking my office door midday because there was no way I could wait to get home to take care of this ache, I would masturbate sitting in my chair behind my desk. I had even done it through a conference call; they were talking numbers as I fucked my pussy hard and fast with pictures of her kneeling under my desk using her tongue to drive me to ecstasy. 

Now it's Thursday night and I am putting together an outfit because tomorrow is when I'm going to take her. I smile to myself as I set everything out. I climb into my bath and picture what she may be wearing and what she will end up not wearing when I take her. I shave myself until all of my body is smooth and soft. I get out and lather myself in lotion and wrap myself in a silk robe. I lie on my bed and reach in my nightstand for my favorite vibrator. I begin letting it vibrate on my clit, slipping my hand underneath the robe and slightly pinch my nipples. I bring myself close to orgasm and thrust it into my cunt with a swift hard motion and scream out. I begin to bang myself with my little friend and bring myself close that way as well. I keep switching until finally my entire body explodes into one gigantic orgasm. 

I fall asleep dreaming of the things I would do to her. I wake up with my alarm ripping me from her thighs. I let a frustrated moan come out into my pillow until I realize it would be a mere few hours until I get to have the real thing. I know she wants me. She wouldn't have come in so many times, nor have stared at me quite so intently. That was part of my game with her, to make her want me. To make her drip with passion for me. While I may have tortured myself in the process at least I knew I could take her at this point.

I tie my blonde hair back into a low bun, put on black eyeliner and red lipstick (very Marilyn Monroe), and spray myself down with my favorite perfume. I chose my jock-strap type harness with my nice 7-inch flesh colored cock. I adjusted it and pulled on my white Calvin Klein boxer/briefs adjusting my dick to the left. I pull on my black slacks and black leather high heel boots. I turn to the side to see my bulge and smile. I put on my black lace push up bra and white men's dress shirt, finishing it off with my black tie. Before I walk out the door I stroke my bulge a few times, moaning softly as it rubs against my swollen clit. 

Off to work I go, my mind geared on seeing her. I plan to come late to the bar so that she is there first. Our little game of cat and mouse continues. I go through my meetings, people complimenting me all day on my appearance I thank them accordingly when all I can think of is letting my girl-cock free and shoving it inside this sweet little sexpot. I almost explode at the thought. Five rolls around and let me tell you, it took its sweet old time doing it. I stay for a while longer, sorting through files to kill the time so I wouldn't be there early. I stay till 6 and leave. 

I park my car in the parking lot at the bar and get out. I'm not even sure she will be there; I know that if she is that she will be mine, that she wants me. I walk in through the small crowd of people. I complete my look with a black Men's dress hat, pulled down a little to the front and side for that mysterious look. I don't see her and for just a moment get discouraged. I spot her across the room her back to me, listening to the band. I see her look over to my typical seat at the bar every few moments. She is wearing a tight pair of jeans and a plain white T-Shirt, her hair spiked in the front and a black bra I can see right through the shirt. I smile to myself and walk up behind her and place the softest of kisses right in the crook of her neck. She turns rather quickly and I see her eyes dance when she realizes it's me. 

I take her hand and wrap her arm around my neck as I lead her in a dance, seductively and passionately pushing my body against hers, careful not to reveal my bulge just yet. I show her how a real woman dances with a woman, not like that twit tried to the other night. I lean over and gently nibble her earlobe with a small moan.

"You do know what you got yourself into by coming here tonight don't you?" I whisper. 

"I hope I do." She moans. 

I take her hand and the bartender throws me a set of keys. I take her into a back bathroom that is clean and immaculate. I push her up against the wall and slide my tongue into her sweet mouth. She tastes even better than I could have imagined. I moan as I slide my tongue in and out, circling her tongue, tracing her lips, nibbling, teasing. I grip her breasts and nibble them through her shirt before I pull her shirt off and un-hook her bra. I could not tell you what amazing breasts this girl had. I took them in my hands and sucked the nipple of each, nibbling, tasting, and making love to them. I take her and force her to turn around against the sink; she looks in the mirror at me.

I smirk at her in the mirror, she is flushed, her chest neck and face red with passion. Her eyes were sparkling, and uncertain. Was this to be once? Or was this to be what she really wanted? Every day, every morning and night. I grip her breasts and pull her ass against me finally revealing my hard girl cock to her. I let out a moan as she does the same. 

"I've wanted to bury my cock deep inside of you all week baby, I can only imagine how good you feel." I say in a sultry voice.

I turned her around and I begin kissing her from her neck to her navel and everywhere in between. I let my tongue trail every crevice and each lick tasted better than the last. I reach the waist of her jeans and I pull those off as well, revealing that my little minx was wearing no panties. Her thighs were soaked and I almost melted at that moment. I could smell her scent and it was amazing. I licked the juices from her thighs, savoring every drop before moving to the next small inch of skin. Once her thighs were licked clean I moved to her pussy lips, which were shaved clean, I licked them and sucked them into my mouth, she is leaning back against the sink. 

The moment comes and I slide my tongue from the top of her slit to the bottom. I press in at the bottom of her delectable pink pussy and enter her. She moans out, and I slide up, my lips circling her clit, bringing her into my mouth. I suck on her as I flick my tongue at her pleasure center I slide two fingers deep inside her pulsating cunt feeling a rush of hot juices fill my palm. I moan into her, within moments she is cumming and cumming hard. I stand up and lift her, sitting her on the edge of the sink, one hand leaning against the mirror as the other undoes my zipper and reaches in pulling out my shaft and wrapping my hand around it. I wipe my hand against her dripping pussy and circle my cock, jerking it slightly to cover it in her juices. She unbuttons my shirt and pulls my bra down to let my breasts free. She stared at my hand as I stroke, the friction rubbing my clit making me moan. 

I lean into her and whispered, "How badly do you need me to fuck you babygirl?"

She responded with a moan into my neck "Please I've needed you since I laid eyes on you, I need your cock inside of me, I need to feel you."

That was all the encouragement I needed and I introduced the head of my cock to her tight awaiting pussy and with a small smile I thrusted deep into her out of sheer carnal pleasure. She cried out, however not knowing my name yet, she called me Mistress. I began pumping her little cunt with everything I had. My pussy dripping and pulsating, the end of my girl-cock rubbing my clit furiously I knew I would cum with her. I gripped her hips and wrapped her arms around my neck, using her weight to drive myself even deeper into her. She felt amazing, she cried out as her sweet little body exploded and I exploded with her.

"Oh yes! God...Mistress!"

"Fuck! Yes Babygirl that's it cum for me baby."

She collapsed against me and I held her for a few moments. I kissed her forehead and tucked my cock back into my pants. Straightened myself up as she dressed. I reached into my back pocket and grabbed one of my cards and handed it to her with a smile as I put my hat back on and nodded and walked out of the bathroom, tossing the keys to the bartender with a wink.



The Bar



The bar was dark and he hoped that the dim light, along with the whiskey, would ease up the headache. His head had been pounding since he had gotten off the plane hours before. There had been some strange encounter on the plane, but he couldn't seem to remember what had happened. All he could think about now was the pain behind his eyes.

Well, that wasn't all he could think about. Behind the bar was a plump little honey of a bartender with curly light red hair and a massive set of natural looking tits. He thought about that too. As she set a new glass in front of him he thought; "I'd love to se those tits."

The bartender looked confused for a second and he was afraid he had stared a little too hard. Then she stepped back into the little alcove behind the cash register, looked around to make sure none of the other customers in the booths could see and lifted her shirt and pink lace bra. Her enormous tits were fantastic, capped with upward poking light pink nipples that could've been covered with a nickel, if the nickel could've balanced on them as hard as they were. She grinned at him, and slowly lowered her clothes.

He felt a rush of blood to his cock, and to his amazement, the headache seemed to ease up a little. The bartender acted as if nothing had happened. He thought, "Come tell me your name and flirt with me."

"Hey," she said, leaning onto the cooler showing a lot of cleavage, "I'm Kim." She reached out her hand, making her tits swing.

"Matt." He said, shaking her hand. Then he thought, "Tell me about your love life and be totally honest."

She looked serious and sort of sad.

"I'm married, second time. He's alright, I guess. He works a lot and..." she paused as if trying to give herself permission to go on, "he's got as pretty small dick and he doesn't...um...treat me the way I want."

"Tell me how you want to be treated." He thought, the headache receding even more.

"I want..." she looked around and then ran her hands across her tits, her nipples driving through the peach button down and the pink bra, "I want a man to treat me like a whore."

Bingo.

He couldn't believe that he was really causing this, but every time he gave her a mental order he felt better. He looked around the bar. There were five other people in the room, three men sitting together and a young couple playing pool. He mentally instructed the young girl to be as sexy as she could be while she was shooting. As he watched the girl unbuttoned her blouse all the way to her white bra, made a show of chalking her cue and then leaned as far over as she could to shoot. Her ass was in the air and her tits pressed into the table. She said something to the guy that made him smile and adjust his crotch.

Something wonderful was happening.

He mentally instructed the men to pay and leave, tipping at least 100%. He saw the delighted look on Kim's face and realized what ever it was it worked on men too. 

He mentally instructed Kim to go where she wouldn't be seen and remove her bra. She was gone and back within a minute, the beauties swinging free. He told her mind that she was getting very excited being near him. She sat on the cooler and asked him about himself. While he spoke, telling her about his boring job, he told her mind that he was the sexiest man she had ever seen. She became flushed and her nipples looked like they were so hard they hurt. "Pinch them." He thought. "Pinch them hard."

This time she didn't hesitate, she grabbed each nipple in a fist and squeezed. She gasped and then sighed deeply.

The couple at the pool table were getting pretty worked up as well. He touched her as she walked by. She pressed her tits into his back while he was shooting.

"You are alone in the bar." He told their minds. "Take off your clothes and fuck."

As they started tearing one another's clothes of he told Kim that she could not move or speak. All she could do was watch and enjoy. In no time at all the boy had the girl laying on the table and was slamming his average cock into her. She clawed at the table and at her own tits.

"Cum" He instructed her and she exploded, screaming. When she had clamed down, the boy still pounding into her, he told her she would cum again, even hared, if she could make the boy cum on her face. She frowned a little, having always thought that was the grossest thing ever, but she had to obey. She pushed to boy out of her, making him whimper, then knelt in front of him. Mat couldn't hear what she said but the boy started stroking for all he was worth. Suddenly his cum splattered the girls face and tits, some of it flying into her hair. The girl had another screaming orgasm as she was plastered with the mess.

"Dress, leave the cum on, and go. You will forget you have cum all over you. You will always cum when he shoots on your face." And just to be cruel. "And only when he cums on your face."

The couple hurriedly dressed and left, forgetting to pay, but Kim was too far gone to notice. He looked at her, she had apparently been sitting, frozen, and watching the couple. She was beyond excited. She was panting. Her face was bright red. He shot images into her mind. She felt a dog collar around her throat. She felt herself kneeling on the cold concrete floor, begging to suck Master's perfect cock. She was herself dancing and stripping for him. She saw herself leaning on the bar. She saw Matt holding his belt. She knew he was going to whip her, and he made her want it more than she'd ever wanted anything in her life.



The Bar



It was a gorgeous day; the sky was a lovely baby blue covered with white, fluffy cumulus clouds. What awaited me around the next bend was much, much darker indeed. 

I had been cycling for hours, riding my way across the country on bicycle, and decided that I needed to get a drink and refill my water bottles for the next leg of my trip. 

I must have looked really out of place in that bar. I mean, here I was, a sheen of perspiration making my body glisten, wearing skintight top and shorts that were all but see-through as wet as they were with my sweat, slightly out of breath after riding the last 250 miles. 

The bar, a backwoods one at that, in the middle of nowhere, was filled with patrons to overflowing. It did not hit me at first, but eventually, I realized that there were no female patrons at all in evidence. 

As a matter of fact, most everyone in the place was in either some form of undress or dressed completely in leather, rubber or some other exotic type of clothing. The shock of it was just settling over me when it happened.... 

Boom!!!!! 

The next thing I know, when I awaken I am bound on all fours, blindfolded and have a hole cut in my cycling shorts and a very hard, thick cock is slowly pressing itself into me. Thankfully, they were kind enough to lubricate my asshole somewhat, though I know by the end of the evening, or whenever they let me go, my ass will be exceedingly sore, very wide and well used. 

"Slut!!!!" I hear, "Open your mouth. Your new Masters command it. Do not close those lips unless you have a cock or two within them and then only to suck them well. Understood?" 

"Yes Master," I reply most sluttily. 

My mouth immediately opens, only to be filled by a very large cock that fills my mouth completely. It fucks me hard and fast, my lips pursing themselves, hollowing out as they suck as best they can. 

Then the rain begins. A hot, wet, sticky rain of cum as I feel the results of numerous men jacking themselves to completion on me. My face, back, ass and anything else they can hit is covered completely. 

Hands begin to massage it into me. Into my mouth. Into my skin. Into my mind and soul as my submission becomes complete. Or so I think. 

Really, things are only just beginning. 

As the blindfold is removed I see what I have become to them: A sex toy. A object of lustful attentions. Something to beat. Something to use. Something to discard, give away or violate repeatedly. I think all this while looking over the large, black 10" sausage protruding from my mouth, while my ass is violated by another equally as large. 

A large circle of men, of all races and endowments, surrounds me. I think there must be at least fifty, but I am not allowed that much time before another cock is forced down my slutty throat nearly gagging me to death. 

The two cocks currently in me have established a rather fast rhythm. They repeatedly surprise me; sometimes thrusting together into me simultaneously, sometimes one is on the in stroke as the other is on the out and vice versa. 

Noone has even touched my cock yet and I am already on the verge of exploding. 

I moan, trying to beg to be allowed release from my Masters. Alas, the cock filling my mouth forbids clear, audible speech so I must hold off until I am able to beg release. A most difficult act. 

Words hang in the air and I revel in them. Words like "cocksucker, whore, slut, slave, boytoy," I haughtily try to remain stoic, but without success. 

I am lorded over by these men, these Masters, these Gods of mine. I now know I will do whatever they require of me. 

One by one, sometimes, mostly, in multiples, my body is used. I lose count of how many times my mouth and ass have been filled to overflowing with the cream of these men. 

The sticky coating of cum on me is drying and I need to be used more and more to keep it wet and prevent it from hardening on me. 

One of the men notices my rather hard and evident 9 and a ½ incher bobbing underneath me. He grips it harshly and jacks me savagely but never allows me release. 

One of the men, a roughly 6' 5" tall black man, puts a collar tightly on me and then tells me later it will be welded into place. The metal is heavy, hard and just like the men I am forced into servicing repeatedly. 

I have completely lost track of time and space now. 

When I finally awaken, I had lost consciousness for an unspecified length of time, I am greeted by every submissive, straight man's wet dreams—not that I can be considered straight at this point—a large group of long-legged, blond and raven-haired beauties, dressed in everything from nothing to wearing only a leash to dressed in black leather and wielding various types of crops and implements of torture. 

My eyes widen thinking, "Maybe I am saved," at least until their pet female slave sits down on my face and urinates on me until I am forced, reluctantly, to swallow some of her golden nectar. 

"At least it washes down the cum," I think. 

Then, the raven-haired slave leans over and begins cleaning up every last drop of cum on my body; whether it is dried on or not. Her mouth starts in my midsection, but avoids my cock. She forcefully flips me back and forth until all but my cock is cleaned up. 

"I am truly the lowest of the low," I think, "I am the toilet and plaything to another slave no less." 

Then I reach another level of degradation, a male slave sucks my cock clean alongside the female slave. Then he lifts me up enough to put his rampant member in my ass, which now needs no lubricant because it is so wide, and fucks me until he cums within me and then makes me clean his cock as she licks his cum from my ass until none remains. 

My degradation started rapidly and shows no signs of lagging anytime soon. 

I have no idea if this has occurred over the course of minutes or weeks. And I no longer care. 

The female Dommes order their male slave to suck off every cock in the place slowly and instruct me the best way each one likes it as he goes. We even lick the cocks presented before us simultaneously, thereby tasting our Masters and each other in doing so. 

One of the Dommes starts flogging each of us as we suck, thereby forcing us to take more and more cock into our mouths. The Dommes call us the same things the men called me before, "Whore, slut, slave, bitch, dog, boytoy." 

I hear their shouts and only suck the harder. Proving them right. 

A good yank on my leashed collar takes me from the cock I was working on. I beg for it back as they continue to call me the names I love to be called. 

"It is time for you to eat slave," one of the Masters says, as he leads me to a dog bowl and makes me drink the various fluids left in it; cum, piss, spit and sweat. 

Being the good slave and slut I am I finish it all in record time. The Doms and Dommes laughing at my ass shake as I drink up their golden juices, the juices a slave is privileged to drink. 

Hands push my face in it as I drink, then, afterwards, haul my face to their cocks and savagely force themselves within me and face fuck me hard. And I hear that voice in my head saying, "Damn, I need more black fuck juice. Give it to me." 

"Suck," I hear. And then I am being used harshly some more. 

As night follows day, I am left alone for a short time but not as most would be left to sleep. I am placed on my knees, cuffed repeatedly, locked into place against the floor and into the floor, my mouth spread and kept wide with a funnel. The funnel is hooked up so that anything that misses it is feed back into my mouth through the use of a pump, a pump that also feeds my own urine into my mouth. 

I sleep like this all night long. But sleep does not come easy when you are forced to drink your own urine and others. Some of them even go farther and degrade me by force feeding me their feces. I fight it will all my might but to no avail. 

I am theirs, they use me, abuse me, pass me around and let everyone do anything they wish to me. I am truly a slut now, with no way out. And I don't want one!! 



The Bar



Allie was ready for a girl's night out. It was the first time in a couple months that she could get her parents to baby sit her daughter over night so that she could go out. She got ready in her blue jeans, white tank top with lace around the top edge, jean jacket and her sexy boots, she liked to call them. The girls had agreed to meet at the bar at 7 so that everyone had time to get the kids situated with babysitters and such. 

Allie was the third to arrive, with Jade, wearing a low v neck tank and a black mini shirt and stilettos and Alex, wearing jeans and a cute lace top over top of a white tank and heals as well; already waiting at a table, drink in hand. The D.J. didn't start until 8 so they were listening to the juke box to kill time while the others arrived. After the first 2 drinks, the girls were ordering their third drinks and then heading to the dance floor. 

The D.J. had just started while they were in line for drinks. This guy is the best in town and this bar was the best in town for all the younger groups. The average age in here was probably 25 or 26. The girls head out to a small crowd. They danced somewhat apart since there was plenty of room. Within the next 20 minutes the place would be packed. The girls danced without any interruption from people bumping into them or anything else. After the first song, the girls went and sat for a minute until another great song came on. They were now on drink 4 and starting to have fun. Everyone had loosened up now and was ready to hit the floor again. 

By now, the floor was starting to get crowded a little so the girls had gotten a little closer. The place was so loud you couldn't even hear yourself sing, let alone anyone else talk. The girls danced with each other and their guy friends who would stop over to say hi, dance on them a second, then be on there way. The girls had to take a break after that song because it was naturally potty break time for a few of them. The alcohol was going down smooth tonight. After the mass potty break, the girls stopped back at the bar for another drink. This time they head straight to the dance floor to find it nearly to capacity. The only way to dance anymore was extremely close. The girls didn't care. They were feeling pretty good by now and were dancing right up on each other. 

Allie was dancing alone when Jade came up to her and started grinding her ass right up on Allie's front. Allie instinctively put her hands on Jade's hips. Jade was grinding her as hard on Allie as she'd bend over, revealing the top of her thong out of the back of her pants. Allie was getting hotter by the minute. Jade stood up straight and leaned back on Allie's chest and dropped her head backwards onto Allie's shoulder. Allie, feeling frisky playfully bit Jade's neck. Jade, also feeling really good by now, turned right into Allie's lips and kissed Allie. Allie was a little taken back by this, but then she quickly got over it. Who cares, she thought, it's my night out and I'm gonna have fun! She returned the kiss. 

The girls soon turned facing each other, dancing up on each other, sharing kisses here and there along the way. Allie would lean up next to Jade and say, "You are so fucking hot girl, the things I'd love to do to you!" Jade would just smile, almost like saying, the feelings mutual. Hands would slip to the others sweaty breasts here and there for a quick tease. The floor was packed and the place was hot. The girls decided to slide back to their table in the corner, which happened to be extremely dark. The dance floor is where all the lights were so the tables weren't really paid much attention to at this point.

The girls slipped back to the table together, where they sat on the same side drinking their new cold drinks. Jade leaned over to Allie's ear and softly whispered, "Well, show me what that mouth has been asking for all night." The girls embraced in a steamy kiss. Allie was so horny from the teasing that Jade's body has been giving her all night. She could barely control herself. She grabbed Jade's hair in her fist and pulled her neck to the side, letting Jade first feel her breath on her neck and then she gently bite her again. She'd kiss and bite Jade and then run her tongue up Jade's neck to her ear. She'd nibble Jade's ear lob as Jade was still accepting everything Allie was giving her. 

Allie had her right hand holding back Jade's hair while her left hand traveled down Jade's neck to her chest. She grabbed tight, Jade's nearly exposed breast. Jade threw her head back again trying to catch her breath. She was breathing heavily from the dancing and wasn't able to catch it now that she was being seduced by Allie. Allie had her fill of Jade's chest and wanting to feel Jade's pussy on her fingers. Jade directed Allie's eyes to her and mouthed, "I'm not wearing any panties!" with a devilish grin. Allie slid her hand down Jade's stomach and down the top on her thigh. She reached her knee and slid her hand to the inside of Jade's thigh, then slowly slid her hand up Jade's leg under her skirt. Jade opened her legs a little to invite Allie's hand in further. Jade pulled her skirt up with a clinched fist around the bottom of her skirt. She needed something to grab and hard. She was ready to come unglued any second. 

Allie played with Jade's wet pussy lips, teasing her pussy hole with each swift motion of her fingers near the hole but then going around it. Jade would thrust her hips forward slightly as Allie would get so close but never go in. Allie was still massaging Jade's ears and neck with her tongue and occasionally Jade's lips as she'd turn to Allie's lips with her own. Allie slid waited until it seemed Jade could no longer take the torture of those fingers skipping over her hole and Allie slid them in, deep. Jade moaned loud enough that Allie heard her over the music and felt the vibration on her lips, which were on Jade's neck at the time. Jade wanted her so bad. She wanted Allie to fuck her right here, right now. Allie could tell. 

Allie slipped under the table, unnoticed by the rest of the bar crowd. She was still gliding her fingers in and out of Jade's wet pussy. Jade was enjoying every minute of it. Allie slid Jade's legs wider. Jade loved not being able to see what Allie was doing. It was such a welcomed surprise when we'd change up what she was doing and Jade didn't know ahead of time. Allie pulled her fingers from Jade's pussy and licked them clean. She grabbed Jade's legs with both her hands, squeezed gently and shoved her face into Jade's waiting pussy. Jade couldn't hold back her moans. 

Thank goodness the music was so loud and the corner was dark or they'd have an audience for sure. Allie had her face so far into Jade's pussy she'd have to stop to breathe every once in a while, just before ramming her face back into Jade's pussy. In the seconds it took her to breathe, she's slide her fingers back into Jade's sweet hole. Jade was getting fucked just as she'd begged for just a few minutes earlier. Allie tended to every need of Jade's pussy. She'd fucker as hard and deep as she could with her tongue and then slide her tongue out and up Jade's lips, separating them just enough to reach Jade's clit. She'd flick her tongue all over Jade's clit. Then she'd latch onto her clit and suck hard and thrust her fingers into Jade's pussy. Jade was getting closer and closer to cumming ever thrust of Allie's fingers. Allie released Jade's clit stuck her tongue out and shook her head violently from side to side catching jade's clit with every pass. Allie would then put her wide tongue out as far as she could and lick Jade's wet pussy from the back to the front. 

Over and over again she'd repeat these patterns. Jade couldn't stand it anymore, she was ready to cum. It was like an eruption inside of her that was building up and she couldn't wait to explode. She screamed at the top of her lungs as Allie sucked her clit hard inside her mouth and fucked her hard and fast with her fingers. Allie could feel Jade's pussy contract around her fingers. She didn't want to stop until Jade was satisfied. She sucked harder and harder still as Jade was thrusting forward with pleasure. Allie fucked harder and harder through Jade's immense orgasm. 

Allie's hands were now full of Jade's juice and her mouth trying to capture every drop. Jade tasted amazing on her lips. She had relaxed her body to the back of her chair as Allie pulled her hand out of Jade's content pussy. Allie licked through every crease of Jade's pussy and then she cleaned her hand with her own tongue. She kissed Jade's clit one last time before returning to her seat next to Jade. 

Jade was sitting there recovering from her intense orgasm, smiling waiting for Allie. She grabbed Allie and kissed her, licking any juices off that Allie may have missed on her face and lips. "You are fucking amazing!" she insisted to Allie. 

"Thanks!" Allie smiled. "So, you're staying at my house later, right?" 

"Oh, hell yeah! This isn't over by a long shot." Jade said. The girls smiled and regained their composure before returning to the dance floor with the rest of the girls. 

"Where did you two go?" Asked Alex. "And you didn't even bring beers back with you? What the hell?" Alex asked laughing but yet a little confused as to where the girls had gone. Alex rubbed past them and went to the bar for more drinks. The girl just stood there smiling, not saying a word, like they had no clue what Alex was talking about. Needless to say, the night didn't end there.



The Bar



Hope was deep into her friend's latest murder novel she had just published and didn't hear the door. When she felt eyes on her, she looked up and was shocked to see it was the guy from the hotel. Oh my God, she thought.

Mark couldn't believe his mystery girl was sitting on his sister's couch. What the... "How did you get in my sister's house?" He suddenly blurted out. Great, he groaned to himself. You spend three weeks trying to find her and the first thing you do is jump down her throat. Good move.

Hope had no idea what to say. She had never expected to see him again, least of all at her friend's place...Wait. If this was her friend's house, but also his sister's house, then that would make her friend his sister which would mean...

Oh, my God. I screwed my friend's brother...twice; she wanted to die of embarrassment.

Hope was saved answering when Kelly came back in. When she saw her brother she flew into his arms, hugging him like there was no tomorrow.

"You jerk! You should have told me you were in town," she said as she punched him on the shoulder.

"I wanted to surprise my baby sister," he told her. "Who's your friend?" he asked, shooting daggers at Hope.

Kelly got Hope on her feet and dragged her over to make introductions. Then she excused herself to check on the food, leaving Hope and Mark alone.

"You gave me a false name, huh, Hope," he said. Hope didn't know what to say.

She wanted to say: "Well, you see, I ran out of material for my book. I thought I'd like it to have a bar scene in a hotel where the woman gets hit on. So I decided to do some research. I got dressed up and went to a classy hotel bar to see how long it would take and what kind of men would hit on me. After a guy hit on me, I was going to leave but you persuaded me to stay and the rest is history...well, an historical five orgasms, at least." 

"Umm," she said instead.

"'Umm?" You sleep with me twice, take off in the middle of the night, and give me a fake name and all you can say is 'Umm?' Mark's eyes flashed.

"Well...erm...you see... has your sister ever mentioned me?" Hope stalled for time.

He scowled at her, Oh, yeah, his sister had mentioned Hope. The friend who wrote fiction and always had her head in a book or a laptop. He snorted. She hadn't that night. She'd dressed differently as well; she stood in front of him wearing baggy jeans and an oversized jumper. The woman he had met at the bar was a femme fatale, a Valkyrie. That woman had worn a slinky red dress that looked painted on, showing off curves to die for, and spiked black heels that made her legs go on forever. Which was the real Hope?

"So your name's not Julie, you don't drive a Porsche. You don't have a dog..." he said.

"No, I do, I mean, I..." Hope stammered. " I just changed my name; the rest was all true."

"Why lie?" he asked, still angry, but now also curious.

"I really hoped you wouldn't ask that," Hope said, fidgeting. "Erm, I was out doing research for my next book." She couldn't meet his eyes. As she tipped her head down her hair fell about her face. With her long, ebony, naturally curvy hair and brown eyes she was the classic Italian beauty. However, she didn't know any Italian and had never been to Italy. Her mother was Italian and her father Scottish. Her mother had died giving birth to her and her father couldn't live without her so drank himself into a coma. Her father's parents raised her in Scotland. 

His expression turned dark. "You sleep with men for research." He looked at her, disgusted.

"No!" She nearly shouted at him in frustration. He was making her sound like a prostitute, or worse.

"I was writing a bar scene for my novel... Well, I was at the time, it's finished now." She finally got the courage to glance up at him. The look on his face seemed to indicate he either didn't care or hadn't heard her, and then he started laughing.

When he stopped, he took her chin between his finger and thumb and turned her face up to him. "Scrap it," he said his eyes flashing in anger.

Moving away, she glared at him and protested. "I only used our meeting at the bar, nothing after." Feeling panicked, she said, "You can read it if you don't believe me."

Hopefully he would agree and see that it was nothing. Can he force me to scrap it? She wondered. She couldn't believe it; the one time she decided to do some research in the real world instead of just using her imagination and this guy could screw her -- and not like before. She blushed wildly just thinking about it. She had been so inhibited, and he had the most amazing hands.

"Okay, out." Mark had been so busy glaring at Hope that he missed Kelly returning to the room.

"What? I just got here!" he protested after he realised what she said.

"Yes, but Peter will be here in half an hour and I need to change. We will go for coffee tomorrow. Okay? Okay. Bye," she said, steering Mark to the door. Hope followed, hugged her friend, wished her good luck and told her to phone. Then she walked out quietly behind a very pissed off Mark.

"So do we take my car or yours?" Mark asked when she caught up with him at the elevator. Hope realised he was talking about how they would get to her house; she blushed and looked down, pretending her shoes were extremely interesting. 

"Mine," she said needing to feel in control of something. Hope liked to drive, especially her little Porsche which was parked at the back of the building she bought it after her first book got published.

Mark knew he should be walking away. He found her, and she wasn't the woman he thought her to be, but he couldn't deny his attraction. He wanted one more night and hoped that would finally get her out his system.

When they got out off the elevator, Mark took Hope's arm. She felt warm and her breasts felt heavy, why did she have this strong reaction with just a touch, she thought exactly like that night at the bar. Mark was hot under the collar himself and forced himself to let go of her when they where clear of the flat. Hope led the way to her car, belted up and got ready to take Mark to her house. Wow, she thought, as she eased out of the parking bay. I've never taken a man home before. This could be weird

"So why use a different name if all the rest was true?" Mark asked after a few minutes on the road.

Sighing, Hope said she had been trying to walk in her character's shoes.

Half an hour later, Hope pulled up outside her house. Nice pad, Mark thought.

After letting him in, Hope told him to make himself comfortable while she went into her room to grab her laptop. He browsed her book collection to pass the time, and was intrigued when he saw a bunch with her name on them.

Interesting, he was thinking when Hope came back in. She looked at him nervously, wringing her hands. She knew men probably read her stuff but she didn't know any of them personally; she knew Mark.

"It will take time to load, but not too long," she said. "Erm, would you like some coffee?" He nodded.

"Sure. Hey, why do you do that?" he asked. Hope stopped halfway into the kitchen and turned back to him.

"Do what?"

"Begin nearly every sentence with 'erm?'"

"Erm...it lets me think, it gives me time--" He cut her off.

"Time for what?" he asked, giving her a look that pinned her like a butterfly.

"Time to think up a reply that's not straight off the top of my head. Sometimes I say things without thinking. It used to embarrass my grandparents," she said then went to start the coffee.

Mark couldn't figure her out. He decided he would just read her story and then leave.

"Where's your dog?" he asked sarcastically, "Or was that a lie?" he said looking at her now bent over the laptop.

"He's in Scotland, a friend's looking after him till I go back. I usually bring him with me but I'm not down here long," she replied sadly. She missed her dog, Max. He was a rescue pup, now a fully grown Dalmatian, with black paws so it looked like he wore shoes. When her Grandparents moved to Spain they left the house to her. It was in the middle of nowhere, but it was peaceful and only an hour from St Andrews if she wanted to go to the beach. It had a big garden so he could run and there were walks down by a lake. Her London flat was in a good part of London but small but with her dog she didn't feel so alone.

"Here, it's loaded if you want to look..." Hope began.

"Sure," he said before she finished.

"You seem nervous." He observed her shaking fingers. Blushing, she told him her writing generally wasn't done with men in mind. 

Opening the file, she scrolled down till she found the page she wanted. She sat back to let him read. She could smell his aftershave as he sat beside her.

While Hope was trying not to combust, Mark was reading and getting more turned on by the minute. 

He picked up the story in the middle.

While she was distracted with her phone call, the gentleman beside her started sliding his hand up her leg. Slowly travelling higher under her skirt, he discovered she was wearing stockings and said under his breath, "Sweet Jesus."

Julie couldn't believe it. Here she was, talking to her boyfriend on the phone in a hotel bar, and a complete stranger was feeling her up. But it felt so good that she said nothing, didn't try to stop him.

While Jonathan chatted away, she had to bite her lip to hold back a moan. When the stranger started stroking her through her underwear, she got even wetter. Then the stranger whispered in her ear.

"Hang up," he said in a low voice that sent shivers down her spine.

She had a choice: keep boring, sensible, okay-in-bed Jonathan or go with Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome... there was no choice.

"Jonathan, I don't think we're working out and I gotta go, bye," she said. Then she turned her phone off and turned to look into the stranger's eyes. She knew she had made the right choice.

When Hope turned to the side to tell him that was all she had written, Mark took her mouth in a wild, passionate kiss. Hope kissed him back, grabbing his shirt to pull him closer. She opened her mouth so he could take the kiss further. She still knew little about him, but just as at their first meeting, she didn't need to. They had a connection -- call it chemistry, lust or soul mates -- that she had never felt with another man. 

Mark was thinking the same thing. How can a woman affect me like this? he wondered as he ran his fingers through her hair, cupping the back of her head to make the kiss deeper.

Mark pulled her to stand up and Hope started unbuttoning his shirt; she wanted to run her hands over his chest. Mark nibbled at her lips and kissed down her jaw until he was found her neck.

"Your perfume has tormented me since that night," he murmured.

"It's my shower gel, I don't like perfume...its papaya," she replied breathlessly.

"Mmm," he muttered, breathing her scent in. "What say we move to the bedroom?" he asked as he began to unbutton her top.

As his hands touched bare skin Hope pulled back as though she'd been shocked and looked up at him.

"What am I doing? You're my friend's brother. I...we shouldn't...you should go." The words tumbled out as she pushed him away.

"What?" Mark exclaimed. "You were all for it a few minutes ago and you didn't complain that night."

"You were just a stranger then, not my best friend's brother!" she retorted.

"So, if I was still just a stranger you would sleep with me?" he asked angrily.

"No...that's not what I meant." Well it kind of is but not the way you would think, she thought. Hope pressed her hands to her eyes. How had this gotten so complicated? He was the first guy she had slept with since Neil. She had meant it to be a one night stand -- sex with a stranger -- but it wasn't anymore.

"That's what it sounded like to me," he said, turning away. Without looking back, he stormed out.

Standing looking at the door, Hope was fighting herself not to run after him and explain her actions. Its better this way, she thought everyone. After a few minutes, Hope closed down the laptop and went to fill the kettle. While she waited for it to boil, she started to remember the night at the bar.

Three weeks ago

Okay, maybe I have had better ideas than this, Hope thought as she walked into a hotel bar in Edinburgh wearing a tight crimson dress and spiked black heels she got for her birthday from Kelly. Just sit. Talk if someone says anything, then get some ideas and get out, she kept repeating in her head.

She sat down on the tall stool, trying to tug her dress down so it didn't ride up. Definitely had better ideas, she thought as the bartender came over. 

"What can I get you miss?" he asked, looking her up and down.

"Erm...a white wine please," she replied. The only time she had drunk wine was at parties when there was nothing left. She sat for an hour waiting for inspiration to hit, looking around taking in the architectural work.

"I've never seen you here before," a man said, putting his glass next to hers and sliding onto the stool next to hers. "I'm Jonathan Smith, and you are?"

"Oh, erm, hi," she said, a little taken back at how strong his after shave was.

"That would be your cue to tell me your name," he said as he stared at her chest. He turned his body towards her, his right arm on the back of her stool.

"Erm, I'm waiting for someone," she said instead. 

"Oh, really?" he said, leaning closer. "Well, I've been sitting over there for the past hour and no-one has come up but the bartender."

Out of the corner of her eye she saw someone pull out the stool on her other side and sit down.

"He's just running a little late," she said, feeling a little creped out that this guy had been watching her. She was aware of the irony that that was the point.

I think you have been stood up but I don't believe anyone would stand you up," he said looking her up and down, "So you're lying to me...

Before he finished Hope was spun around to the right and a gorgeous man took her face in his hands and kissed her on the lips. Too shocked to say or do anything she just, well let him.

He pulled back then sliding one hand into her hair and the other lightly on her shoulder in a non-threatening way he looked at the guy behind her. 

"Hey beautiful sorry I'm late traffic, he said laying his hand on her thigh, then bringing his mouth centimetres from her mouth, "Want to go?" he said looking in her eyes.

Shocked by the kiss and the heat of his hand on her thigh she just nodded, he trailed his hand down her arm to her hand, clasping her hand he stood up and led her back thorough reception. 

*

Present day

Shaking her head to stop those thoughts she decided she wanted to just go to bed forget the day and first thing in the morning she was phoning Sabrina her lawyer friend to find out if Mark could make her scrap the book or do anything to stop the book getting published.



The Bar



Sharon walked through the door and went straight to her kitchen. She grabbed the half empty bottle of wine out of the cabinet and poured herself a big glass. She had a feeling that she might need it to watch this. While she occasionally enjoyed the thought of an audience when she had sex this time it felt so embarrassing.

It had been weeks since that night at the bar and finally, she had been given a DVD of the shoot and was feeling pretty nervous to watch it. It had been pretty intense emotionally and physically during. But still she had done it and felt just a little pride about herself after wards. But that was then and in the weeks since, she felt that the owners and everyone else kept staring at her and it was beginning to get on her nerves.

So she clicked the remote and started the DVD running.

After the initial credits rolled by, she immediately recognized the stage and that it was her tied down to a bench. The back lighting showed just the outline of her body with her rock hard tits sticking straight up since they had been bound so tight. The mask covered her face so hopefully, if anyone she knew ever saw this she had plausible deniability. As the camera moved in the lights came up and she could see the gag in her mouth with drool running down her cheeks.. She could remember the ache in her shoulders since her hands and feet were attached to the bench legs and her torso was stretched out tight.

You couldn't hear it on the TV, but she remembered the voice in the background saying, "OK, Bobby move in closer and just hang your dick above her face."

Seeing it happen onscreen was creepy and gawd, that was a huge dick!

Several weeks earlier............

Sharon just had to make some extra money. Christmas was just around the corner yet she didn't really have enough to buy her whole family a decent present. So she was hoping that this call to drop by the bar where she worked might help.

It was strange though since they all had been told last week that the bar was closed for a "special" party tonight and no wait staff was needed. So when her boss, Bev called and asked if she could drop by for a few minutes, she was surprised.

She enjoyed working there although the people running it were kind of strange. An ex-husband and wife opening a business together! Odd enough. Plus the mysterious man she hung out with. The cane and leather boots were sexy, but those bright blue eyes were kind of piercing at times. She occasionally felt them on her as she worked the room and his cool gaze seemed to undress her. She just bet he could make a very accurate description of her body if he had to. Spooky!

Odd, the parking lot seemed deserted.

Sharon knocked on the outer door and Bev let her in. They walked over to a table where her friend was sitting and as she glanced around the place was empty. Just a few guys hanging around the stage adjusting some lights. And was that a video camera set up?

"Sharon, have a seat and let's talk for a minute."

Once again felt his eyes wash over her like appraising a side of meat.

"You know, we're I kind of in a bind here and I hate to ask this of you."

"We rented out the place to some friends to make a shoot and now their "star" is sick with swine flu or something and can't make it. So we thought......."

"That you might like to make some extra holiday cash," blue eyes finished.

"Doing what."

Bev had a little smirk on her face as she said, "An adult movie."

"What the hell makes you think I'd do that."

"Your ex-husband did. He came in a few weeks ago one night when you were off. Got drunk and showed everyone who'd look some really kinky and nasty pictures of the things you two liked to do."

"The kind of kinky sexual play that we enjoy too," blue eyes added.

"How about $500 for a few hours of , uh, work."

She knew her face was blushing red, but still......"No way"

"You might want to reconsider that. After all, you need the job right? Plus some extra holiday cash."

He held up a leather mask just like the one she had at home and smiled as he said, "I promise, we won't tell anyone and no one will recognize you. Plus we use European distributors. Most likely no one on this side of the pond will see it. How about a thousand?" Then he pulled out a wad of bills and waved it around.

Sharon's mind flashed full of images; being filmed naked having sex with strange men; being paid for it too and a leather mask so it's anonymous.

Geez, most of her favorite fantasies.

She smiled; they smiled.

"Well............................"

"OK, guys we're on, finish setting up.

After that it seemed that in no time she was naked headed out of the office towards the stage with just a blanket to cover her and the full leather mask hiding her face and hair.. The two guys had undressed and geez, those were big dicks! Some nerdy looking fellow was behind the camera and everyone was looking at her expectantly.

So she dropped the blanket and got up on the stage. .In minutes, they had tied her tits tight as instructed by Mr. Weird, the gag in her mouth tied tight and had her down on the bench on her back strapped down she she couldn't move.

"Action"

So he instructed them in what to do; one guy stood over stroking is rock hard dick and playing roughly with her tits and nipples; the other worked with a flogger on her thighs and pussy. She had always been a little bit of a pain slut so the combination of pain in her crotch and tits worked like magic to make her pussy wet along with the whole scene.

Out of the corner of her eye she cold see the red light flashing on the camera and felt a twinge of humiliation. But along with that came a throbbing in her cunt.

Eventually, the were told to slip the gag down and she felt her mouth stretch to accommodate a penis.

She started sucking harder and trying her best to swallow that cock. At the other end, she felt one slide into her dripping wet hole and start working on her. Gawd, this felt good, the most sexual fun she'd had in months.

"Perfect, look at her throat widen as it slides in deep. Keep it up, you're all doing great."

After what seemed like ages, he called for a break so they stopped.

"Ok, turn her over and tie her down again.."

Her tits were mashed tight against the hard wood, but in her excitement she didn't care. Immediately, they started again, this time beating her back and ass with a leather strap. It hurt much more than the flogger so naturally, she became more excited. Eventually, the man at her rear stopped beating her and pushed his cock inside of her dripping cunt. Handing over the strap to the one fucking her mouth, he continued whipping her back as both of them punished each end of her with their cocks. She could feel the heat of the bright lights on her welts as the excitement in the big room grew.

"Seems long enough; fuck her ass now and lets see some jizz."

Sharon felt the pressure in her ass as it was penetrated. It slid right in since she was so excited and as she listened to everyone watch her and she enjoyed the fullness in her mouth as well her excitement begin to build.

"Not yet, people, keep it going."

Geez, what a sadist!

It seemed like hours of both ends being pounded before she heard the voice tell the men to go ahead and cum. Her hair was grabbed and her leather clad face shown to the camera as the hot jizz squirted across her cheeks and mouth. She felt a huge load being deposited in her anus as both men moaned and groaned out their pleasure.

After a minute or two, she felt fingers spread her ass cheeks wide and involuntarily, she felt his come slide out of her ass and drip down onto the floor.

"That's a wrap, folks. Let's take a break before we start the next scene."

Next? Oh, this was going to be a long night!

The break seemed to be over before it started...

Sharon had wrapped back up in hr blanket for a few minutes drinking some coffee and water to get her energy back while the nerdy one checked his lights and camera. Then a huge rubber dong was attached to the bench and blue eyes asked her to put a condom on it and start sucking it for the camera. 

Being a good girl, she did. It filled her mouth rather obscenely and she just knew that it would be stuck in one or more of her holes soon.

Sure enough, she was told to lube it generously and try to impale herself on it. Well, after the fucking she just had, that certainly wasn't a problem; her juices and KY were still running down her thighs and so it slid right in easily enough. So she enjoyed the feel of her tightly filled pussy while the camera tacked back and forth recording her pleasure for the world to enjoy.. Then both men were told to get next to her so she could suck and jack them off. Mmmmmm, she really did enjoy stroking a hard cock and with two to enjoy in her mouth, she was feeling downright insatiable.

So after a bit, she got tired of that and decided to enjoy herself some. So without being told she rearranged her body and started to put that monster dildo into her anal canal.

"Oh yeah, that's great. Go for it, sweetie."

She could feel everyone's eyes on her as she struggled to stretch her anus wide enough to take it. The two guys stood aside and played with themselves as they watched too.

"Get the whip out and encourage her, fellas."

So one of them did; with the verbal encouragement from everyone there plus the sting of the whip on her back and ass, it pushed her over the edge and soon she felt her ass cheeks hit the cold bench as she had fully sucked the rubber dick deep into her ass. Now she started sucking and jerking the two men for real with them lifting her up at times and pushing her back down to help her fuck her ass.

Sharon eventually reached the point where their pleasure was immaterial so she quickly jerked both men off so their hot cum spurted all over her tits. Then she started concentrating on her own self pleasure holding on to both men for a handhold as she fucked her anus brutally for that incredible anal orgasm that she felt just out of reach.

She dimly heard someone say, "I think she needs a little help. Here use this." She never saw what fell on the stage, but felt fingers fumbling around her nipples then an incredible biting pain on first one then the other nipple. She looked down and saw the skirt hanger's clips pinching the hell out of her nipples as one of the men held the hook out and tugged on it. The humiliation of it just sent her soaring over the edge. Her screams echoed around the big room as her fingers diddled her clit in tune with fucking of her asshole..................

Sharon watched the credits roll down the screen in a haze. 

At some point she had pulled her pants off and started playing with herself. She felt a combination of embarrassment knowing that thousands would see her like that, yet was incredibly turned on. Blue eyes had mentioned that they could do more if she wanted and she had said no at the time.

And yet, the thoughts of being perversely used for others to watch and enjoy was highly exciting. So much so that with one last grunt and shove her fist slid into her cunt and she once again started screaming out her pleasure.. 



The Bar



I walked into the place thinking a nice, light Miller Draft was what I needed to chase away that little bit of dust in my throat. First time in this town, I decided to come down to Phil's, as I was staying at the Regency up then street. I always liked the local pub shops. The ambiance of these places is always friendly and comforting while away from home, Wisconsin.

I ordered from a table, as the bar was just a bit too crowded that night...I wanted a little relaxation, not necessarily talk and chatter. I ordered from the waitress, and paid her plus a tip when she brought back that cool, tall bottle. "No glass," I'd asked her, and she complied with a smile. Like I said, I like the friendliness and comfort of these places. I sucked down half the beer before I realized it. As I set it down on the table, I looked around the room for a pool table...again, to relax.

I noticed some of the folks here. Plain and ordinary patrons with the same plan as me to just sit and let their hair down with a laugh or talk of local events. I saw you, then, with you female companion. I looked at you again, and noticed you were looking my way. You looked away, seemingly nervous that our eyes met. So, I thought I would just see if you were scanning the room same as I, or if had already noticed me prior to that and had to get a second look. I kept my glance in your direction, and you did look again. I matched your stare, and your eyes latched on this time. I had seem that there were just enough people here to not notice too much extra activity, as they were all into their own instances of life. I took a chance next.

I moved my eyes to the facilities that I had seen a moment ago, for when I would need them. You followed the look and went back to your friend for a moment, and then you were on the move. I know you had excused yourself, so I waited until you were in the ladies room. I made my way unpretentiously in that direction also, but snuck a peek over my shoulder. No one was paying any attention, so I slipped into no-man's land. Like it had never been done before, eh?

As I came into the room, you had your back to me with your elbows resting on the sink. I locked the door behind me with a click. You didn't move. That was plenty of acquiescence for me. I slid my hand into my left blazer pocket for a little something I had picked up for the girlfriend back home. The scarf would prove to be good for a clandestine affair such as this, to keep both our true identities unknown for that added little thrill. I slipped it over your head and onto your eyes, then gave it a slight knot to keep it in place, but not too tight, yet to remain comfortable.

It was then that I started to lose control. I hadn't done anything like this before. My pulse raced; I could feel my veins pulsating under the skin of almost my entire body. I leaned up against you to smell for perfume. You had a wonderful scent of Love's Baby Soft...My favorite! My heart skipped a couple of beats as I pressed against your body for a full feel of you, all the while inhaling the intoxicating smells of your perfume and natural body scent. It was sweetly heavenly and completely erotic at the same time.

I wrapped my arms around your body, gently at first, but the passion pushed me into a more aggressive sense of strength than I had intended. I had to draw my arms up and reach for your beautiful breasts, as I had seen a few moments ago outside. I felt your lacy brassiere and immediately pushed it upward to release your lovely assets, and found your newly-exposed nipples. Oh, they were already SO hard. This was a cue that your were as intensely turned on as I. I rubbed and rolled what were now large, hard pieces of womanly flesh. You let out a gasp of pleasure, so I kept going, pushing the envelope a bit further. I tried to whisper in your ear, but came a little rough, teasing "You like that?" You replied "Yes Sir." Oh, you were giving me respect? Was I that pleasing? It only proved to excite me even further.

I lunged my body a little harder against yours and gave one last pinch before lowering my hands to your other arousing areas...arousing for the both of us. I gave a bit of a tease by going once over your fine ass with my now trembling hands. I had to at least touch it! It itself was causing such a stir between my own legs, the same as I had hoped I was giving you. I lifted your sexy skirt to allow me to view your impressive rump that was wrapped in black-laced thigh highs and a matching G-string. That was the end of self-control!

I ripped the underwear off you and push my fingers along the soft, sensual separation of your ass and down to find your freshly-shaven mound. I pressed on to find your very wet and oh-so-tight opening to your pussy, which indicated to me that I was finding your pleasure areas and treating them the way you wanted. I knew you were ready for more, and you gave no indication that you wanted me to stop. Instead, your body told me to please go on.

I quickly undid my trousers, as I was more than ready to meet your desires with mine. I brought my hard cock to the opening of your love channel, and when I pressed my erection into you; your cunt gave way with only slight resistance. Once started I could not hold back at all! I shoved myself all the way up into you. I reached around to find your clitoris very hard, so I complied with the invitation to give it loving as well. With the combination of fucking you hard and rubbing your clit, I noticed that your body was starting to buckle from the wonderfully intense pleasures that we were both experiencing. That idea of pleasing you SO MUCH caused me to pump my cum into you without any more hesitation. God it felt so good! Then, as I slowed my pumping of your body with my hot semen, I enjoyed the most physically and mentally pleasurable feelings that I could remember having, well, ever! I could feel you cumming with such deep, strong contractions of vagina.

I had to stand still for a moment to savor the most gratifying and complete sexual experience of my life. Then, as quickly as it started, I felt I show withdraw. It was only to keep the few moments of our encounter so memorable - without any of the perfunctory apologies, thank-yous, or fake promises of later contact. I quickly gathered my composure, if only slightly, to thank YOU with a soft kiss on the neck, so as to keep our anonymity. Oh Hell! I spun you around and kissed you on the lips like you really deserved for giving me the pleasure of pleasing you, and for you returning in like kind. I was a long kiss, as I found you mouth to be as hot and satisfying as the rest of your steaming body. I had to go though. I didn't want this to end in any kind of future disappointment for either of us. What happened was fabulous, and I wanted to keep it that way. So, I returned you to you rear-facing position.

I refastened my pants, and then you said something truly heart-warming..."Thank you Sir." Again with the "Sir". And thank you? No, my sweet, thank you. I had to go before I lost my mind. I wanted you more, then. But, I made up my mind. I turned and left you there. I left the bar without hesitation, but still without drawing attention to either of us; at least I tried to be nonchalant. My heart was still pounding in my temples, and my cock, as I went out the front door. I walked back to my hotel, took a long, cold shower, the whole time reliving that short-lived affair of ours.

I will always cherish the unknown woman who made me feel like a man should feel.



The Bar



Just another in the long list of diversions which keep me from finishing things I have promised. This time around, my sarcastic nature got the best of me, and I decided to take a look into the world of the characters in the stories some of us like to read and write. What do they do when stories aren't being written?

No sex, not really erotic, and meant to be nothing more than a light piece of humor.

*

I could say the lounge was dark and smokey, perfect for secret rendezvous, but that would be like saying it was a dark night out. There are only two types of drinking establishments, it seems. Either it is a family run bar with a couple of secluded booths and a waitress who will eventually sleep with you depending on the situation, or it is a lounge somewhere where office people go after work to drink, dance, and relax without their significant others. Lounges always have a place where one can hide while watching or listening to a cheating spouse. I guess that was the major difference.

Between the time I entered and when I made it to the bar, Sam had a beer waiting for me, and I grabbed it and walked to our regular Wednesday night table. I figured I was early, but Mary had beat me there. And yes, before you ask, Mary is one of my co-workers. And yes, I have had sex with her. A lot.

I settled at one of the empty seats at the far end, next to Mary. From where we were, we could observe the entire bar without being seen, and had a perfect view of the doorway. Just like I said earlier. She was dressed in a skimpy leather outfit, which showed off her round ass and new 38DD breasts to their fullest extent. No bra lines marred the smoothness of her top, and I assumed no panty lines were visible down below. If you are wondering how I knew her bra size, well, let's just say I have a knack for such things. I think you will figure out why soon enough. I could tell from the smell that she was drinking vodka, straight up. It must have been a rough day for her.

"Hey, Mary," I said, to the utmost of my wit.

"Hey, Bob," she replied. She wasn't in the best of moods, but at least I could tell it wasn't my fault.

"Looks like another dominatrix scene, eh?"

"Yeah. John is my wimp husband. We were working on chapter four today, so I am supposed to break out all the stops." She toasted me with her drink, took a deep sip, then said in a weary voice, "We're doing the gangbang later tonight, if you want to join in."

"Another gangbang? Didn't you do one just last week, in that 'housewife revenge on the bachelor party' gig?"

She took another hit of the vodka, and gave me a half smirk. "Yup. What I wouldn't do to get called in for one of those 'erotic coupling' bits. You remember the one we did for Halloween last year?"

"In the hayloft? Yeah, I remember. That was before your, um, enhancement."

She looked down at her gravity defying bust. "Yeah. Impressive, aren't they? It's really weird to have your boobs enter a room five minutes before you do. When I lie on my back, they point to the ceiling like missiles or something. You know, they never describe chest sizes in 'erotic couplings'. Not the ones I've been in."

"It could be worse. " I said. "I hear that they shrunk John to three inches, hard." She smiled in empathy at that. She had come up with his nickname, 'Bungee', after a run of stories last year where the size of his manhood was noted every time, and every time it was different. "Where is he, anyway?" I asked.

"Back at the set, refilling all the whiskey bottles with tea. After the gangbang, he is supposed to down half a bottle of Jack Daniels in order to drown his sorrows."

"That'll kill him!"

"Thus the tea. He hopes nobody notices, and he can sneak it through. With the drugs I use to knock him out so I can tie him to the chair, we figured that he should be careful with the alcohol."

Diane and Jill joined us, and brought another round of drinks with them. Diane was dressed casually in jeans and a sweatshirt. She didn't look a day over eighteen, and was always stuck in the role of babysitter, niece, daughter, or soon-to-be-deflowered-next-door-neighbor. Jill was in a nicely tailored black silk suit that emphasized her pale skin and bright red lips. She looked at me, then Mary, then Mary's tits. "Mind if we join you, or would the four of you like to be alone?"

I shot her a sarcastic glance, which she was fully prepared for and returned. Mary ignored the comment and piped up. "Wait, wait! Don't tell me - Jill, you are playing the 'mysterious woman in the bar who turns out to be a vampire, and..."

"Succubus."

"Okay, Succubus. Toh-may-toh, toh-mah-toh. I was close. And Diane, you are... 'the best friend'? Or maybe 'the woman the husband hooks up with when he discovers his wife is having an affair'?"

"Both," Diane replied. "And I have to give him my anal cherry, too. Again. You'd think some people never heard of straight coitus. It's always amazed me that anybody has any kids, what with all the anal sex people have. At least it's Dave this time, and we make love instead of the 'revenge fuck'. I always have a problem walking the day after those. Speaking of walking - Jeez, Mary, how do you stay balanced in those boots with tits like that? You need a license to carry those?"

"Gee, Di, I wouldn't know," Mary sniped back, looking at the 'innocent' girl. "If you want, I'm sure I could get you written in as the 'stripper with a heart of gold', and we could get you a set of your own."

Diane ignored the reference to her short term in the 'fetish' section, when she did a series of foot fetish stories. Everybody knew she couldn't walk correctly for a week after wearing those heels. She turned back to Bob. "How 'bout you, Bob. Anything going?"

"I've got a 'common man hero' gig coming up, where I am doing a lawyer bit to Dave's computer geek revenge fantasy, and next week I play the husband who was actually an ex-special forces trooper, but kept the fact hidden from his wife for twenty years. That one was in rough draft this morning. There is a possibility I might end up being a wimp, though, and take it in the ass from another guy."

Jill smiled at the lawyer comment. "I did the lawyer thing last week. I'd never remember the whole list of things you have to go through now if I hadn't written them down. Videotapes and pictures to everybody, credit cards, bank accounts, lawsuits for alienation of affection, does your state do 'adultery' as a cause for divorce, yadda yadda yadda. I still have the notes if you want them."

"That would be great. Thanks. I think my writer is lifting the plot from somebody else, but a little help wouldn't hurt."

"What's the discovery motif?" she asked, as she reached for one of the recently delivered hot wings.

"Nosey neighbor sees the lover naked by the pool while I am out of town, and emails me pictures."

"Ooh, haven't seen the neighbor bit in a while," she said, excitedly. "Who's the lover? And has the wife been cast? And I thought you weren't in to other guys?"

"Nothing on the wife, yet. We are still working out the background paragraphs; my ex-college roommate seduces my wife while I am away, so we have to establish the whole 'college days' experience. I'm trying to get a stand-in from the Gay section for the anal scene, if it comes down to that, but they got a new union rep over there they call 'the professor' and she's being a bitch. 'Nobody' she says,'gets to give it to one of my guys unless he is willing to take it himself.' And I don't mean a strapon. As it isn't part of the storyline that the Bull gets it, too, I don't see the point, and the negotiations aren't going well."

Diane's ears pricked up at the mention of the open role. "So, the roommate has been picked?"

"Yeah," I said. "But you might want to reconsider auditioning. Alex got the roommate part, and he isn't too happy."

"Why not?" she asked innocently. Mary, who had a view of the bar entrance, stifled a giggle as she put two and two together. 

"Here he comes now. You can ask him yourself," snipped the dominatrix.

Alex was a big black man, and was walking with a rather pronounced limp. In fact, he was dragging his right leg behind him as he walked. He grabbed a cold draft as he passed the bar, drank enough that he wouldn't spill any as he walked, and made his way to the table.

Mary stifled another giggle, but Diane hadn't caught on yet.

I broke the ice by standing and offering the man a seat. "Yo, my brother, what it be?"

Alex shot me a dirty look which faded into a smile. "You know, it almost sounds as ridiculous when it comes out of your mouth." He took a long pull on the draft, closed his eyes as he swallowed, and let out a contented sigh as he smiled in relaxation.

Diane couldn't wait. "Alex, Bob says you are taking the part of his roommate in a story next week? Is it true they haven't cast the wife part yet?"

"No, they haven't. But you don't want it." He took another draw and looked at the expectant faces staring back at him. "I see Bob didn't tell you; it's a 'wife becomes slut to black cock' story. It should be in 'fetish', or 'interracial loving', at least, but I think they are going to push for 'loving wives'. If they had a 'cuckold wimp' category, it would be in there for sure. New writer, and he doesn't have an ending yet. Bob may or may not wreak revenge at the finish."

A number of the group broke out in sympathetic laughter, but Diane still didn't get it. "What's not to want? About the part, I mean. A gig is a gig."

Alex took another drink, emptying his mug. He signaled for another round for the table, then turned to Diane. "First draft has me nailing my roomie's girlfriend while he is in class one day. She becomes a slave to my 'big black cock'. Why there aren't any black guys that want a black woman, I don't know. But once she's had a taste, well, you know she'll want a second helping sooner or later."

Diane caught on now. "How bad?"

"He wrote that I get hard at the drop of a hat, I have at least a foot of man flesh, and it is so thick that the girlfriend can't wrap her hand all the way around and get her fingers and thumb to touch. And when I come, I not only have enough to fill whatever orifice I am in, but extra squirts out around the sides."

Mary let out a guffaw at that one.

"Oh dear," Diane said. "Last week, weren't you 'as big as a textbook'?"

"Yeah. That guy really needed an editor, that's for sure. Worst part about it this time is trying to fit the damn thing down my pants leg. If the wind blows hard enough, I get an erection." 

Well, I thought, that explained his limp.

Mary was laughing so hard she was in tears. He shot her a dirty look, then slowly returned her smile. He was still talking to Diane, but he stared at Mary as he spoke. "But I'll tell you right now, the writer is looking for the perfect wife to lose her anal cherry to my new cock."

Mary stopped laughing and her smile started to fade. "Er, um, that's okay. I think I got a line on another story. Really."

He continued, "One with '38DD tits that haven't started to go flabby despite her being in her thirties'. Somebody who 'gets opened up so wide that her ass echoes when I pull out' is what the current draft says. Preferably somebody that knows how to 'dominate her wimp husband...'" He let the intent finish the sentence for him.

"Shit," Mary said, as she emptied her glass. "Who writes this stuff?"

*end*



The Bar



"I'm so sick of this bullshit!" Amy shouts, slamming down an empty bus tub full of dishes. Sam looks over at her and rolls her eyes, knowing exactly what Amy was yelling about.

"Oh great, what did he do now?" Sam asks.

"No, no, no! It's not what he DID do, it's what he hasn't done! He told me he'd call on my break today and he didn't, he said he would take me out last night and he didn't... I don't know how much more of this I can take!" 

"So dump his ass! You know I think you're too good for him anyway," Sam tells her, grabbing her own bus tub and taking it to the back of the kitchen. Amy follows her closely, still ranting and raving.

"I know you're right, Sam, I just... I've never been without a man in my life. I'm not sure I can do it on my own; even a man who treats me like shit is better than having no one at all." Sam turns around and grabs Amy by the shoulders after hearing this.

"Are you serious? Ugh, I'm so sick of your bitching... Okay, I'm not saying you have to break up with him NOW, but at least come hang out with me tonight. I'll take you out and we'll have a good ole' fashioned girl's night out. Please?" Sam pouts her lips and Amy smiles sheepishly.

"Alright, fine. Pick me up at 8?"

"For sure, I'll see you then, dear."

Sam was incredibly nervous taking Amy out tonight. She was pretty sure Amy had no idea that she was a lesbian and she certainly didn't know Sam was taking her to a lesbian bar for their night out. I hope she doesn't get freaked out, thought Sam, as she was digging through her closet for something to wear. 

She decided on something cute but casual: a nice pair of jeans with a tight-fitting, black V-neck shirt. It went well with her short, black pixie-cut hair. She honestly looked more like a straight girl and that was how she liked it. She hated when people judged her as soon as they found out her sexual orientation; it didn't define her so she kept it quiet, especially at work.

She'd always had a thing for Amy, but Amy was always so stuck in her straight-girl drama that Sam was sure the hints she had dropped over the months had fallen on deaf ears. Amy was your typical blonde beauty, very thin but with gorgeous eyes and full lips. Sam always had a thing for the unattainable girls; they were her poison and she loved the thrill of the chase, even if it amounted to nothing. She figured if she were ever going to pull out her best moves on Amy, tonight should be the night. 

Sam had no expectations... but she had gone over and over in her head all the things she wanted to do to Amy. Just the thought of it now made her wet and she had to shake those thoughts from her head. Maybe tonight will be the night to make those fantasies comes true, she thought to herself as she walked to her car. With a devilish smile, she jumped in and drove to pick up Amy.

When she pulled up to Amy's house, Sam saw that she was already waiting outside on her steps. As she walked towards the car, Sam took in her every step. She was wearing skinny jeans and heels, with a teal blue blouse; her hair was long and straight... and beautiful. Sam could feel her heart start to beat a little bit faster so she took some deep breaths to calm herself down. Amy got in the passenger side and smiled brightly at Sam.

"Are you ready for some fun tonight? Because I so need this right now... Thank you so much for getting me to come out with you," Amy said. 

"I hope YOU are ready, girl. I'm taking you to my favorite place tonight." With that said, they set off into the night.

They pulled up near the bar and Sam parked her car. Amy was fidgeting with her makeup in the mirror so Sam got out and opened up her door for her. The confused look on Amy's face was priceless.

"What?" Sam asked. "Does no one open doors for you?"

"Well, no actually, especially not girls... But thank you," Amy said with a smile.

As they walked into the bar, it was obvious that it was a busy night. There were females of all shapes and sizes everywhere. Nervous to get this night started, Sam grabbed Amy's hand and lead her to the back near the pool tables. Some butch ladies gave them the once over before returning to their game. They found a couple open stools and sat down.

"What would you like to drink? It's on me tonight," Sam said. She looked over at Amy and saw that she was too busy looking around at all the women to answer her question.

"Huh? I'm sorry I didn't hear what you said... I was just looking around here at all these... females! Why are there no men here?" Amy asked, honestly and innocently looking confused.

Sam swallowed nervously. "Uh... Well... This is a lesbian bar."

Amy looked over at Sam, raised her eyebrows, and then laughed.

"Oh my God! Wow... I feel so dumb! Of course you would bring me to a lesbian bar!" She continued to laugh, almost hysterically at this point.

"Wait... you mean, you know I'm a lesbian?" Sam asked, completely surprised by her knowledge and her reaction.

"Oh Sam," Amy started, still smiling and laughing. "I may be blonde and totally wrapped up in myself but I'm not completely stupid! You have been dropping little hints since I met you! I find it cute, actually." With that said, Amy blushed and dropped her head.

"Wow, I totally underestimated you, girl! Umm, okay before we continue this conversation, I am in dire need of a drink. What would you like?"

"Anything strong and fruity," Amy said with a wink. As Sam got up to walk away, Amy grabbed her arm. "And hey... just so you know? I don't care that you're a lesbian... and... I am looking forward to you coming back and talking with me more about this." Sam smiled widely and briefly held Amy's hand before walking towards the bar. She breathed a huge sigh of relief and shook her head as she walked. This girl is full of surprises, she thought.

She decided on vodka and cranberry for the both of them. She tipped the bartender extra to make them stronger; a tip she learned from years of coming to this bar.

As she was walking back, she saw Amy talking to one of the butch lesbians playing pool. A surge of jealously rose within Sam but she shook it off quickly. She's not mine, I can't feel this way, she told herself. The butch walked away just as Sam sat down with their drinks.

"So, funny story to start off this lesbian conversation," Amy started as she took a sip of her drink and cringed at how strong it was. "That woman just asked me if she could buy me a drink... so I kindly told her I was with you and she backed off. Am I really that attractive to females too?"

"Haha, is that a serious question? Of course you are! Not all lesbians like their women to be short-haired and butch, you know. Like me, for instance... I like the femmes, the straight-looking girls." Sam said this calmly but she was still stuck on the fact that Amy told another lesbian she was here with her. Already this night was going better than she expected.

"You're sweet," Amy said smiling. "So, at the risk of making you nervous, why don't you tell me about your experience as a lesbian?"

Sam almost choked on her drink. "My experience? Haha... Um... Okay, I'll do that, but on one condition: you tell me about your feelings for women, if you have any. If you don't, that's okay, I just want to know how much I should tell you about me based on YOUR experiences." Amy drained the rest of her drink and set it down, fiddling with the plastic cup as she spoke.

"Fair enough, but let's move to the bar. I feel like we're going to need more liquor for this, and quickly," she said, giving Sam another wink and grabbing her hand as they both walked to the bar area. Sam loved how quickly this was escalating but she knew she had to play it cool if she was going to get what she had always wanted from this girl.

"Okay, so my experiences..." Amy started as they each received their second drink. "Well, when I was in middle school, I had this crush on my best friend. We kissed a few times but she shrugged it off as nothing so, in order to maintain our friendship, I did the same. But I loved her, I just didn't quite know what to do with it, you know? Since then, I've had girl crushes, I've made out with some girls at parties just to get the attention of some hot guy, but I've never loved another girl since I was little. I just date hot guys who treat me like shit, but you already know this." She suddenly looked a little sad and stared into the bottom of her drink, as if she could see her past in the mix of ice and liquor. Sam reached over, feeling a bit bold from the drinks, and grabbed Amy's hand. 

"Thank you for being honest with me. I actually have a similar history with girls, except mine was something I couldn't just shrug off. My love for my best friend ate at me for years until I finally figured out that I couldn't run from it anymore. I was brought up to trust my heart and I have ever since. Of course, it wasn't easy... I had enemies and haters in general but I never let them get to me. I went to college, I had some flings, and I had one long-term girlfriend. She was great but we wanted different things from each other so we decided to mutually split. Since then, I decided I was just going to be casual with my relationships until the right girl came along. At least I know who I am, that's more than most people can say, right?" 

Sam took a deep breath after this speech, knowing that she sort of sped through it. She had never really talked about her experiences before and it was sort of unnerving to hear it all in such a short explanation. 

"Let's do a shot. This talk got more depressing than I wanted it to," Amy said with a smile. She snapped her fingers at the bartender and we immediately got a couple of vodka shots. "I hope you really like vodka because this is top-shelf and it's guaranteed to make this talk much smoother." Sam slammed the shot with Amy, thinking to herself, and she knows how to drink? Wow, I lucked out for sure tonight with this girl. 

Amy never let go of Sam's hand, either.

After a few more drinks and two more shots, both Sam and Amy were feeling pretty drunk. Amy's cheeks were flushed but Sam could not stop smiling and talking; they were having a fantastic time... so much fun in fact that they didn't realize it was closing time until the bartender kindly told them what time it was.

"Oh shit! We've been here all night! Wow, I can't remember when I've had this much fun just drinking and chatting with a girl... this was been... well, very special, to say the least," Amy said to Sam. Their hands were no longer cupped together, but their fingers were intertwined and had been for some time.

"I totally agree, girl. But... I am way too drunk to drive you home," Sam replied, stifling some hiccups in between words. Amy laughed at how cute she was.

"Well how about this... let's take a cab back to my house, have another drink, and then I'll take you home in the morning. Sound fair?" Amy asked. Sam nodded her head and they walked outside, after tipping the bartender generously. Amy found a cab right away and Sam let her slide in first.

They were both silent on the way home, both lost in their own thoughts. Sam had moved her hand to Amy's thigh and Amy placed her hand on top of Sam's. I know we're both drunk but... wow, I really think I'm falling for this girl, Sam thought. Suddenly, she felt Amy move both of their hands... up. Sam played along, not giving any response, just letting it happen. She started to feel the heat from Amy's pussy and Sam couldn't help but fidget a little bit in her seat. She felt Amy open her legs wider, giving her better access to move both of their hands to the seam of her crotch. Sam finally looked over at Amy and watched as Amy, with her eyes closed, started breathing heavier. She felt herself becoming wetter with every breath that Amy was exhaling, her fingers lightly pressing into Amy's pussy through the jeans.

"We're here, ladies," the cab driver said smiling, obviously enjoying the show from the rear view mirror.

Sam quickly removed her hand and grabbed Amy's, pulling them both out of the car. Amy stumbled up her steps and fumbled with her keys. Sam patiently stood next to her, one hand lightly around her waist. Once they were inside, Amy hurried to the kitchen to pour herself and Sam another drink.

"I don't want to ruin a good thing by asking questions but... what just happened was incredibly hot, Amy. Did you feel it too?" Sam asked, knowing that if she said no, she'd be lying; she knew a warm, wet pussy when she felt one, even if it was through jeans.

"Of course I did... And, honestly, it's the most turned on I've been in years. And you weren't even touching me! How is that possible?! It was just so... erotic, the thought of you actually touching me made me want to cum right there in the cab," Amy replied. Sam slammed her drink, tiring of these games, and decided to make a bold move. 

She walked slowly over to Amy and said, "Then tell me how this makes you feel," and kissed her hard. Amy was caught off guard but she adjusted quickly and relaxed, letting Sam take the lead. She was surprised at how insistent Sam's soft lips were; they made her weak at the knees. Soon their tongues were clashing and the soft moans coming from both lips were growing rapidly.

Sam lifted Amy up onto her counter and started kissing her neck, making her way down to her breasts. Amy grabbed Sam's hair and shoved her into them, making Sam growl in response. 

"Oh God Sam! I don't know what you're doing to me but I want more of you... please..." Amy cried out, unable to keep it in any longer. Sam looked up at Amy with pure lust in her eyes.

"I like to hear you beg for it," Sam responded. She then pulled Amy's shirt off in one swift move, leaving her breasts exposed. They were small but with gorgeous brown nipples, standing erect, ready for Sam's mouth. She took one into her mouth, making Amy gasp out in delight.

"Ohhh Sam... please... please give me more!" Sam glanced up at Amy and smiled devilishly.

"Then take me to your room." Amy jumped off the counter, grabbed Sam's hand, and led her down the hallway to her bedroom.

Once inside, Sam attacked Amy's mouth again, coaxing her to lay down on the bed. Sam then took off her shirt and climbed on top of Amy, loving the feeling of their naked breasts touching. Amy pulled away from the kiss and looked Sam in the eyes.

"I want to please you too... but, I don't know how. Teach me?" Sam smiled and shook her head.

"I will show you... but only after I show you what I've wanted to do to you since I met you," Sam told her. Amy responded by leaning up to grab Sam's neck and pulled her in for another deep kiss. Sam immediately grabbed Amy's hands and pinned them above her head, forcing Amy to moan loudly.

Sam traced down Amy's stomach with light kisses, only stopping when she had reached her destination. She slowly unbuttoned Amy's jeans, slipping them off with one hand while the other continued to fondle one of her breasts. Sam loved the feeling of Amy writhing underneath her, making small sighs and inaudible sounds. 

Amy wore a cute pair of blue underwear, low-cut with lace on the edges. Sam could already see how wet she was and it made her hungry. She placed small kisses up and down her thighs while slowly sliding off the panties. She was completely shaved, which drove Sam over the edge; she had to taste her. 

She started off by placing a kiss right on Amy's clit, making Amy start to shake. Sam then proceeded to lick slowly, up and down, taking in the sweet taste of her juices; she couldn't help but moan.

"Fuck Sam, that feels so good! Mmmm that's it, eat my pussy good..." Amy said, moaning in between dirty phrases. Sam gripped Amy's legs and threw them over her shoulders, hoisting her up so Sam could eat her out at a better angle. She then withdrew one hand and starting playing with Amy's pussy hole, teasing her by never going in all the way.

"Ughhh damn it, Sam, please fuck me! I need to feel you inside me while you eat my pussy... please, please, please!" Amy said, starting to get louder with her demands. Sam decided then to finally give her what she wanted, shoving two fingers deep inside of Amy. Amy started bucking against her hand immediately, which in turn made Sam suck on her clit even harder.

"Ohhhh fuck I'm going to cum! Ohh yeah baby, just like that, I want to cum all over you! Uhhh shit!" Amy screamed, letting her juices flow all over Sam as she continued fucking her hard. When Amy stopped moving, Sam pulled out her fingers and proceeded to lick them one by one. She was definitely the tastiest of all the girls Sam had fucked.

Sam moved up to Amy's lips and kissed her passionately. 

"Fuck Sam... That was easily, hands down the best fucking I've ever had. And no guy has ever gone down on me like that before... Just, wow, I'm speechless," Amy said with a relieved and relaxed smile on her face. Sam just smiled back and rolled over next to her.

"But I do believe I owe you something in return..." Amy said, climbing on top of Sam. "I'm not sure what to do though."

"Just do what feels right to you... feel my body and judge by how I move to tell what feels good to me," Sam explained. Amy nodded her head and leaned down to kiss Sam, but then pulled away and kissed her neck instead. Oh she's a tease! How incredibly hot, Sam thought as Amy was sucking hard near her collarbone. 

Amy moved her hands up and down Sam's thin frame, never lingering too long in any one spot. When she reached her pants, she undid them slowly as Sam had done to her, still kissing Sam's neck. Anxious to be touched, Sam helped her slide them off. 

Amy immediately slipped her hand inside Sam's boy shorts and moaned when she felt how wet Sam was. Sam, who hadn't been fucked in a long time, braced herself for the pleasure that was about to come. Amy gingerly slipped one finger inside Sam, but she never took her eyes off Sam's face as she moved in and out slowly.

"Mmmm, you are a tease, aren't you?" Sam asked Amy, her breathing becoming more rapid with every inch that Amy went deeper.

Amy smiled. "Oh I'm sorry, did you want more from me? You're going to have to ask nicely if you want more." Sam groaned in frustration; she wasn't used to someone else taking control... but it turned her on even more to know that Amy was getting a kick out of her defeat.

"Girl, please... I want you to fuck me harder and faster. I want to feel more of you inside me... please baby..." Sam begged, starting to quiver at the thought of Amy giving her what she wanted.

"Oh so THAT'S what you want, is it? Well I suppose I can do that... and possibly a little better," Amy said with a wink. She slipped in another finger and Sam gasped at the change. She felt her pussy open up to adjust to Amy's fingers, moving just a bit faster and making her even wetter. She resisted the urge to cum, knowing that she wanted more and hoping Amy would give it to her.

"Mmmm Sam... You feel sooo good on the inside," Amy said quietly, twitching her fingers now as she moved them faster and faster inside Sam. "I think... I think I want to know what you taste like, baby." It was all Sam could do not to thrash around, she was on the brink already but she was now so close she had to bite her lip to stop from losing it.

Amy moved up to kiss Sam once more before moving down between her legs. She licked her clit tentatively, making Sam shudder and moan. 

"Wow... you taste amazing, Sam," Amy said before diving into her pussy full force. Sam reached down instinctively, grabbed Amy's head, and shoved it into her, reveling in the fact that Amy was moaning uncontrollably at the loss of control.

"Oh my God, I love your tongue... please, lick all of my wetness up... It's all for you, baby, all for you," Sam groaned. Amy then placed a third finger inside of Sam and she shoved all three deep.




The Bar



"Oh shit... Don't stop, I'm going to cum! God, please don't stop! Here it comes... Uhhhh oh fuck!" Sam screamed as she came all over Amy. Her body started convulsing as her most epic orgasm flowed through her entire body. It took her at least a few minutes to finally calm down and Amy finally took her face and fingers out of Sam's pussy. Amy collapsed next to Sam on her bed, smiling like an idiot.

"...Sam?" Amy asked, quietly.

"Yeah, babe?"

"... This was amazing. Everything... what you did, what I did... What does this mean?"

Sam looked over at Amy and grabbed her hand, still slightly wet with her juices.

"It means whatever you'd like it to mean, Amy. I'm used to flings, so if you want this to be a fling, I understand. I'm leaving this all up to you," Sam replied, being honest and slightly heartbroken.

Amy heard the break in Sam's voice and leaned over to kiss her, softly but with fire and intensity.

"All I know right now is that being with you tonight has been the best night I have had in a very long time... And although I'm not sure what I want to do with us, I know that I don't want this, whatever this is, to stop," Amy told her. Sam felt her heart skip a beat, knowing that this might not be the last time she gets to spend the night with this beautiful girl.

"Let's talk about it tomorrow. You wore me out, babe; I'm so ready for sleep," Sam said with a chuckle. Amy smiled, kissed her new lover, and rolled over. Sam followed suit, curling up around Amy, and falling asleep with grin on her face.



The Bar



Max and Cata met on a business trip a few years ago and were of great interest to each other. However they lived in different cities and were never able to connect. Also it seemed that their relationship statuses were always out of sync. One of them was always in a serious relationship or sometimes both. They were both slated to be in the same city for a couple of days and begin to exchange emails and talk. It seems that they both had a love for being in a dominant / submissive interlude and they began to discuss it further. Both wanted to make it happen on Friday night at a Bar on the corner of 19th Street and Wilson called The Monroe. It was very upscale, somewhat off the beaten path and Max and the owner went to undergrad together. 

Max relaxed with toward the left side of the bar. Cata sat at small cocktail table on the opposite end near dining area. Wearing a custom made charcoal suit, he stirred a dark drink while glancing across the room. As he stirred his platinum cufflink would catch the light. The thoughts that were running through his mind. After years of wondering, he found himself challenged by the current situation. Was he really in the same bar with Cata? Was this the evening he thought about for years? He alternated between smiles and glances and attempts to look away. She was far more beautiful now that what he recalled from their previous meeting several years ago. Clearly life was treating her well. They had recently exchanged photos, but he suddenly realized that the photos had not done her any justice. Cata was 5'-3" and extremely sexy. Everything about her was perfect from her hair to her make-up to her nails. Seated alone and wearing a black fitted and plunging silk dress and a black 3" heel, she had the place abuzz. So many men attempted to garner her attention – politely she said no to their overtures. Max and Cata continued to text across the restaurant. Each text more steamy and explicit. The thought of being Max's submissive really turned her on deeply. She loved tall men and the way he walked in and just dominated the room was a real turn on. Max looked to always be in control in any setting. He had great power, grace and charm. She could not help but to stare. The prospect of being her dominant to him was such turn on for Max. He still wondered if a woman that beautiful and sexy would be able to submit completely. He knew that he had to build her trust, which usually takes time. However, he was preparing to take her on an erotic journey not before experienced by either of them. 

He had the bartender take care of her with whatever she wanted. It seems that brandy and cream were the drink of choice for this steamy night. With the passion at an extreme level he sent one more text. Go to the front, go up the stairs, you will see a room with a sign "Private Office – Do not enter." Meet me in that office in 7 minutes. Cata looked at Max immediately and her excitement level was at an all time high. She knew things would become far more interesting.

Cata entered and was very impressed. Scented candles were burning throughout the office as the quiet storm played in the background. There were several bouquets of freshly cut flowers in the room as well as a bar in the corner. She loved the level of planning by Max. She soon received a text asking if she liked the office? She responded that she loved it. She soon poured herself a glass of wine and had a seat on oversized sofa. Another text arrived. Open the drawer to the left of the sofa. She obeyed. In the drawer she saw an assortment of new toys and accessories. There were vibes, dildos, plugs, clamps, oils, lubes, and restraints. She knew that this would be a very intense night. Next text - select one of the oils and one of the other toys - get acquainted with the toy. 

Cata's mind was spinning a little bit more. She was truly trying to grasp the magnitude of the moment. The flowers – the candles – the music, were all very romantic and seductive. She was

more than eager to continue with the adventure. She did not know what to do next and what to select. She tried a few of the oils and soon settled on one that seemed to have sexy blackberry type aroma. Selecting a toy would be more of a challenge. She wanted one that would be enjoyable but was also considering what Max may think. She soon settled on a mid-size vibe. It seemed to have some nice features and she was sure she would enjoy it. The whole evening with the setting, the drinks, and the steamy texts had made her quite excited. Maybe it was the drinks and maybe it was the evening, but she began to feel more and more bold. She was outside of her comfort zone and welcomed the change. She also became more and more horny. She had a seat on the oversized sofa, pulled up her black dress, slid her panties to the side and began to play with the vibe. She was almost lost in the moment when she saw Max enter the room. 

Bald and clean shaven other than a pencil mustache, he had an even more dominant presence than he did at the bar. He smiled when he saw that she was obeying the order. He did not say a word. He walked over to her and took her hand to have her stand, as the dildo dropped to the floor. He pulled her closed and engaged in a very long, and very deep kiss. He whispered into her ear "Thanks for obeying." Max then filled a tall glass with ice and poured in a small amount of water. He then went to the toy area and pulled out a glass dildo and submerged it into the tall glass. Cata knew that something would be very cold very soon. Max then approached Cata again and pulled her close. He whispered into her ear, "Take your panties off, but keep on your dress and heels". She immediate complied with the request. He soon turned her around and pulled up her black dress to expose Cata's full ass. He rubbed it deeply with the oil that she selected. She loved the sensation; and he soon he rubbed in more oil. 

He then gave her a few firm spanks. Cata winced but enjoyed the sensation greatly. Max then said "Have a seat on the sofa." Cata again complied with Max's request.  She relaxed on the sofa and soon found that Max was leaning in and kissing her softly but passionately. She thought that this was the smoothest man that she ever met. Max then went over to a chair and pulled out the silk scarf that was in his breast pocket of his jacket and used it as a blindfold. Cata's senses were on edge. Max borrowed a piece of the ice from the glass and began to rub her lips with it and allow a few cold drips of water to run down between her breasts. Cata felt Max take her right leg and rest it on the top of the seatback for the sofa, while placing her left foot on the floors. He pulled up her black dress such that she was fully exposed to him. Cata soon felt the icy chill of a melting cube begin to travel up her inner thigh and back down the other leg and back up and then back down. She let out a soft scream from the sensation. This was repeated twice with more emphasis placed on the area between her legs. Her excitement grew as she soon felt Max's tongue began to trace the same path. The teasing was almost too much for her. Soon his tongue began to settle down in the right area as he began to eat her out expertly. Cata was flowing. Max continued to pleasure Cata with his tongue and allow it to work its magic. She erupted in complete pleasure twice and Max managed to quickly determine what made her reach a climax. She truly enjoyed the sensation and the environment. 

Max then went over to the tall glass of ice water and pulled out the glass dildo. It was frigid from being in glass for so long. Max touched it to Cata lips and she could feel the coldness as well as the smoothness. She soon felt the dildo rubbing inside her thighs. She let out a soft scream each time in touch. The cold smoothness of the glass was truly new. After warming slightly from her body, but still very cold, she could feel the glass piece move between her legs and start to part her lips and slowwwwwlllly enter. Her eyes opened widely but were shielded by the scarf. As the dildo entered more deeply she began to scream with pleasure. It was sooo cold and sent a deep chill deep inside of her. She screamed "Stop" not knowing if she could handle this new sensation, and tried to move her legs closer together. Max paused and reached for both hands and held them for a moment and said "shhhhhhhh" to quiet her. He then placed the leg back on the sofa back - opening her again fully. Soon he begins pushing the chilled dildo in deeper. It felt not quite as cold, but still chilly. He pushed it in more ... she screamed again ... and in deeper .. and the screams were ones of pleasure. As the sensation continued Cata felt another wave cresting and soon erupted into her 3rd climax of the evening. Max then took her by the hand and said follow me.



The Bar



The morning sun was just breaking over the horizon and he was tired, but oddly, wide awake. He fumbled for his keys, but once he found them he entered the building swiftly. Can't be too careful these days, he thought, as he secured the door behind him. He switched on the lights, and readied himself to walk in without ruining the floor by slipping paper booties over his work boots. The minute he turned around he froze, and gasped at the sight before him. 

There on the pool table lay a naked woman. His first thought was that she was dead and he needed to call the cops, but just before he started forward, and pulled out his phone, she moaned. He quickly put down his equipment and rushed to her side, trying not to admire her boobs, but finding it very difficult. Sam had been doing this job for many years, and although he'd seen his fair share of unbelievable sights, he'd never witnessed anything quite like this. 

She was lying on her back, with her legs at an angle, drifting to one side, with a purple vibrator just visible in-between her legs. It was protruding from her crotch. The site of her round buttocks, so creamy in color, her nicely shaped breasts, with big, dark nipples appointed so perfectly on her chest, and that gorgeous red hair atop her head set his desire churning. 

Another moan escaped from the beauty before him jarring him into action. "I'm calling an ambulance." he told her.

As if she'd been jolted by electricity she sat straight up emphatically stating, "Don't you dare!" then let out another moan as she dropped the glass she obviously didn't realize she was holding. She grasped her head in her hands. "Ohhh my head.....I should know better than to drink with the customers at closing time." 

Finally putting two and two together, Sam let a nervous chuckle escape, and reached for the black clothing lying on the floor next to the pool table. He looked away, and handed it to her. Hearing her laugh he turned to face her, and found the most brilliant smile on her face. 

"Thanks, but I am not too worried. If you meant me any harm you already missed you chance." Although she took the clothing, she seemed in no hurry to put it on. Sam was in utter disbelief. He stared at her, and tried to ignore the rather large vibrator that was now left lying on the table. She slid to the side and hopped off onto the floor. Realizing how far off track he was, Sam cleared his throat, announced who he was, and why he was there.

She laughed again, and told him she knew all that. After all, she was the owner of the bar, and had been the one who called for his services. Dropping the black dress onto a nearby bar stool, she snagged a robe from a hook behind a door just to the side of the bar, and deftly slid it on, tying it before returning to stand in front of him offering her hand. "I'm Nellie. It's nice to meet you Sam." 

A sly grin spread across his face as he took her hand and replied "The pleasure is all mine." 

She smiled and licked her lips. "Not yet" she said, and the pause which followed nearly killed him. Sam was a good looking man, for sure, but he wasn't an arrogant man. He could hardly believe this lovely creature was making such an obvious pass at him. He was equally terrified and thrilled.....what exactly was he getting into?! 

Nellie sensed as much and told him to follow her, if he liked and wanted what he saw, but only if he could be a good pupil. He did without hesitation. He found himself led through a door, and into a room just behind the bar. He stopped short just behind a small two person couch and surveyed the room. 

"Have a seat." she told him, motioning him toward what looked to be a very comfy blue suede chair next to the couch. He watched her disappear into another room which he deduced was a bathroom as soon as he heard the water run. 

When Nellie returned, she was popping pills into her mouth and swigging water. Then, setting down her glass on a small table nearby, she raised one eyebrow questioningly, and pointed him into the chair he had yet to take a seat in. She fished out a box of condoms from her robe's pocket, and held them up, simply stating "Looks as if you're ready for this now." 

Sam's rock hard penis was way more than obviously ready. His pants felt so tight and restrictive, he was itching to unzip them and have her. He took his cue and walked toward her, but as he reached for them she moved her hand putting them out of reach. Their faces were inches apart now as she explained that he was to sit as instructed so the aspirin had time to ease the ache in her head. 

"I can't enjoy a man thoroughly with a raging headache like this so first thing first." Eager to follow orders, and have her sooner rather than later, he practically ran to seat himself. 

"I apologize if the sight of me on the table scared you at first. I needed a little me time so I enjoyed my body after locking up last night. Fantasized.....a lot. It was good." A knowing grin spread across her face as she watched Sam lick his lips without realizing what he was doing.

A little embarrassment showed through in her small laugh, but she went on. "I had so much fun playing, in fact, that I fell asleep when I stopped to savor the way I was feeling. I come down slowly. " She tossed her long hair seductively over her shoulder, watching him, carefully looking him up and down for a reaction, and finding one. 

His dick was throbbing painfully in his pants, and he could hold his tongue no more. "It's very nice to meet you indeed Nellie. Now. What do you intend to do with me?" He squirmed in spite of himself.

Nellie walked over to him untying her robe slowly so that it fell open just enough to see her bush, and make him wish her nipples were visible. 

"Whatever I please." she informed him.

Sam was ecstatic. This woman was ready to have her way with him! He leaned back and unzipped his pants, then reached for her hand, put his dick in it and said "I am all yours. Do whatever you want." 

Nellie responded with a purr of sorts, "I thought you'd never ask." And instantly she was on her knees, his cock was in her blissfully warm and wet mouth being sucked like a straw. He watched her move her lips, felt her tongue lick him all around, and grunted his appreciation. 

She stopped after a few minutes and gave him a good stare. "Now I expect you to return the favor and pleasure me the way I instruct you when it's my turn. Is that clear?"

Sam nodded, even though he wasn't entirely sure he knew what he was promising. Nellie returned with a flourish that nearly made him cum within seconds, and now he knew what her words meant. He was to control himself. 

He had enjoyed watching her, but now with this most difficult mission in front of him, he leaned his head back on the chair and closed his eyes in an effort to sustain himself. It didn't help. 

He grunted again, and against his will his hips began to rock and move to meet her mouth, as she sucked him off good and hard. He caught himself just in time. "Stop!" he told her and he stood up. 

"Good boy." she cooed, as she untied his boots and slipped them off, all the while tickling and teasing the tip of his penis as it dripped with precum.

Sam knew he wouldn't last much longer, it was all so exciting, new and wonderful so he lifted her to her feet as soon as she had freed him from his pants, having every intention of taking her on the couch. 

To his great frustration she shook her head and took his hand leading him back into the bar. "I don't want a drink. I want your wet pussy to swallow my cock so I can pound you into oblivion!" 

She stopped walking, turned to face him and shook her head, "You need to service me the way I want or I won't pay. I am the customer after all." 

He followed her gaze as she slowly turned toward the bar. Surely not, he thought, but oh yes, she walked him over to it and asked for his assistance. He held her hand tightly as she stepped up onto the stool. 

It swiveled slightly, but it didn't faze her, and it made him wonder how many times she'd done it before. He didn't allow himself to wonder anything else because then it was his turn. 

Once he stood next to her on the bar, his swollen cock pulsing with urgency, she instructed him to lie down in front of her. He obliged, his eyes searching her out for his next order, but unnecessarily because she made her intention known as she moved into position above him. 

Nellie tasted so sweet, and he reveled in hearing her pant as his tongue probed in and out of her vagina, making her juices flow harder. 

"Now my clit." It was not a request. "Suck it......hard!" she commanded, and although she distracted him with her mouth on his cock, he managed to do as he was told. 

The long, wide, and newly installed marble bar felt refreshingly cool beneath his very hot skin, which he now realized was sweating, from head to toe, ever so slightly with his desire for her. Although it wasn't exactly warm outside, he felt no chills due to room temperature, but rather a very highly aroused state of sexual gratification. 

She began rocking her hips, riding his face, and ordering his tongue to lick her up and down. A spasm of pure and raw pleasure rippled throughout his body as his orgasm overtook him. He loved the sweet taste and thoroughly enjoyed eating her out. 

Nellie yelled her satisfaction "YES!" and also came now, squirting into his mouth as she rocked her pussy over his face. Their orgasms washed away and she stood, turning around to look down at him, while cum ran down her leg. Panting, her face ablaze with color, a wild look in her eyes, Nellie spoke. "I'm not finished with you yet."

Emboldened, Sam slid up to a sitting position, grabbed her hips and pulled her down to sit on him just behind his still rock hard, pulsing dick. He reached over for the box of condoms now on the chair buried within the robe she had discarded there long ago without much notice from either of them. 

He could tell Nellie was debating whether or not this loss of control over the situation was a good thing; although it was so obviously pointless for her to deny it. He got the feeling she couldn't dispute the fact that she had never been so highly aroused before this......situation. 

Her clitoris, and even her lips, were so sensitive she doubted that she'd have much strength left! Without ever losing eye contact, Sam found what he was looking for, opened it, slid it on, grasped her hips with his hands and lifting her up, pulled her down impaling her on his firm, thick cock. 

He bounced her on it as if she were a rag doll and Nellie writhed with enjoyment, loving how it felt......he wanted to make her cum and feel her get tighter. 

He squeezed his eyes shut rather than continue to enjoy the show her breasts were giving him. They swayed side to side, and the nipples pointed to the heavens, expressing their gratitude as Nellie fingered them repeatedly. 

She also held her breasts, then allowed them to move freely, releasing them in turn, playing them like the finely tuned instruments they were. Now Nellie took control again, "Open your eyes and watch!" she commanded as she began grinding her hips down and squeezing her inner muscles around his cock. 

Sam did and found himself rapidly losing the will to wait until she came. "Cum! Now!" he yelled and she did. 

The screechy grunt she bellowed took him by surprise, but he didn't have long to reflect on it before his own yelling overcame her, "FUCK!" He buried his dick so deep within her, lifting his hips, pressing her down onto him, he had no doubt he had filled her with cum regardless of the condom, and sure enough.

When she stood up, her long legs had thighs that glistened white with his juices. "You should've told me you needed a bigger size." she commented off hand. 

"That has never happened before." Sam replied and then he noticed the time. "OH! I have to work!" he exclaimed as he jumped up and swung his legs over the bar to lower himself down, and find his pants. Realizing they were in the other room, he went to fetch them, pulled them on quickly and returned to the bar. 

He found Nellie lying on her side, still on the bar, and her body covered in a most attractive sheen. Her face was glowing and Sam smiled up at her, leaning in for a kiss, which she seemed to know was coming and readily accepted. 

"Does this mean you'll be coming back?" she asked, to which he replied, "I always do, don't I?" winking at her. 

He started to walk away, then turned and asked, "So how many guys did you fuck on that table last night?" glancing at the pool table and back at her. His wife gazed at him lovingly and answered. 

"Three. Next time, don't stay out working so late, and you can watch." 

Sam smiled at his wife of thirteen years and decided that role playing really had added to their sex lives, not to mention, fantasy fulfillment. Knowing she had fulfilled a fantasy of her own last night, on that very pool table, and then played out one of his many unscripted sexual encounters was a huge turn on. And they loved one another all the more for it.



The Bar



Yet again my friends have dragged me to the bar. I really don't want to go, but they still manage to drag me there every week. My friends think that I really need to find a new guy or at the very least to get laid, but I doubt I will find what I look for in this bar.

The bar is pretty full when we get there, but we find some seats anyway. After a quick glance around the room, my concerns are validated. Mostly drunk people, dancing badly to the music. My friends order drinks right away and I realize that soon they will become part of the same crowd. I decline the drink and just continue getting comfortable in this uncomfortable situation.

After a while, I start to get bored at my friends dancing and getting more drunk and I anticipate that soon they will try to set me up with some obnoxious drunk dude, who will continue to stare at my cleavage and not my face. I am deep in thought trying to think of an exit strategy for that inevitable situation, when I realize that my eyes have caught something unusual. Across the room, sitting in a similar way as I am, I see someone who doesn't appear to fit in with the rest of the room.

His face is calm and relaxed, as if the music is not pounding in our ears. What sets him apart even more is his posture and composure though. He almost looks like he could be a businessman in a meeting right now. Something about him just instantly makes me intrigued.

I realize that I have been staring at him for quite a while now and before I start to feel creepy, I turn my attention elsewhere again and look at the crowd. However, over and over my eyes return to him and I can't help but feel attracted to him.

I am interrupted again by some guy trying to buy me a drink, which I decline in a frustrating manner, my brain annoyed at the interruption of my staring exercise. When he is finally gone again, I find my intriguing stranger again in the crowd and this time, he is staring back at me.

My instinct is to look away instantly, so that he does not see me staring, but this time I directly see his eyes and the beautiful blue color of them makes it impossible to look away. I instantly feel like he is looking right through me. Seeing all my insecurities and all my secrets. After what seems like an eternity, I finally will myself to turn around and look away. I realize that my cheeks are now flushed and as much as I try to convince myself that it is the heat in the bar, I know deep down that I am lying to myself.

Minutes go by and I am starting to wonder about my friends again, when I realize someone standing next to me again. I turn towards the person and want to start to decline another drink when I realize it is my blue-eyed stranger and my brain just freezes.

He just looks at me for a moment and then he leans forward. My heart seemingly stops and I wonder what he is about to do. His face comes down close to mine, but to the side. Due to the loud music, he is speaking directly into my ear:

"I know you have been staring at me all evening long. I know you like what you see, I can feel it. Your eyes give you away. I will be here for another hour. If you want to keep ignoring your feelings, then that is your choice. If you dare to have an adventure, you will come over to where I am and place your panties into my pocket without anyone noticing. This will be my sign that you want me. Make your choice."

As quickly as he was besides me, he is gone before I can answer or protest. I sit there in shock and feel my heart race. I don't even dare to look in his direction anymore and just sit there waiting. My mind is racing, trying to consider what to do. A huge part of me is obviously thinking that I am crazy to even consider it. He could be the worst person in the world for all I know. But my body is reacting to his words strongly and my mind is weakening.

After an eternity I finally decide on going through with it. I just have to find out more about him and experience whatever this is. I am lost in this world and have to find out what will happen. As I get up, I look at my clock and realize that I likely only have a few minutes left until he leaves so I try to make my way to the bathroom quickly.

A quick glance in the mirror tells me that I at least look presentable to him. I decided on a very cute black dress that shows off my curves well. As I take my panties off, I can't help but laugh that I picked this dress specifically because it made me look classy and now here I was, taking my panties off to give them to a stranger. Very classy indeed.

I try to hide the panties in my hand as I make my way through the bar, frantically searching for my stranger. I am almost feeling sad because I feel like he must have already left, when I finally spot him. I walk over as confidently as I can, but my racing heart tells a different story. Anyone in this bar would believe the fake confidence, but I know instinctively that he won't.

Finally I stand in front of him and he smiles at me, waiting patiently as if he still doesn't believe I actually will do it. I can feel my blush rise again as I shift next to him and push my panties into the pockets of his jeans. As soon as they are in there, he takes my hand and leads me over the dancefloor.

For the first time, I regret my decision. All the possible scenarios run through my head and I panic a little, but his fast pace over the crowded dancefloor makes me focus more on keeping up with him. Finally we reach the area of the bathrooms where I just came from and I wonder for a second what we will do here.

My eyes go wide as he heads towards the Men's room, pushing the door open and leading me into it. It is the first time I have ever been in one and as odd as the situation is, I can't help but look around. The urinals look instantly disgusting to me, but at least no one is standing at them and noticing me in this room. He leads me to a stall and pushes me inside, following a second later and shutting and locking the door behind us.

I start to speak, trying to ask what will happen but he places a finger against my mouth urging me to be quiet. I instantly hush and can't help but feel happy when he starts to smile at me for following his subtle command. For a moment we just stand there, staring into each other's eyes, his finger still motionless against my mouth, both of us anticipating what is about to happen.

He takes control again and makes the first move, by shifting his finger and placing it directly against my lips, pushing it softly in. I get the hint and allow his finger into my mouth, instantly sucking on it and licking around with my tongue. He smiles again and I feel happy for pleasing him.

After a moment, I feel his other hand on my shoulder and he withdraws his finger from my mouth. I feel his hand urging me downwards with a slight push, but the push is soft enough that I have to make the decision myself. I know what he wants in a heartbeat and as much as I cannot wait to see and feel his cock, I also realize we are in a dirty bathroom and that I will ruin my dress a little or feel nasty at the very least.

I look into his eyes once again, silently pleading with them, but his hand stays on my shoulder. Finally I give him, because the urge to please him is overwhelming me. I slowly shift down onto my knees in front of him, trying to ignore the setting. Looking up at him, I wait for further commands but he just looks at me, waiting. He is pushing me to show him that he is not forcing me to do anything. I am doing these things out of my own will, pleasing him with them.

I break the eye contact and focus on what is ahead of me. I can see the outline of his hard cock in his Jeans, tempting me so much. I stare at it for a minute, but finally I can't hold back anymore. I need to have it. I unbuckle his belt and open his Jeans, pushing them down slightly to reveal his boxers underneath. The door opens and some man starts to use the urinal, but I am too lost in my thoughts to care anymore and pull his boxers down as well, finally revealing his magnificant cock.

All inhibitions are gone at this point. I need to have that cock in every way possible. I instantly grab it, taking it in my hands and quickly my mouth follows, trying to lick, suck, nibble and swallow all at the same time. It is like I am obsessed already. Nothing exists to me anymore besides his cock and finally I fully take it into my mouth, trying to show off my technique. I swirl my tongue around his tip, but also try to take all of him into my throat, which only works to a degree. I gag a little as well, as I try to take his entire cock.

When I feel like he is getting closer to cum, I feel his hand in my hair and I wonder if he is going to fuck my throat now. A second later, I realize that wasn't his intention, as he pulls me off his cock and drags me up by my hair until I am standing again. He shifts me around until we switch positions and pushes me against the door of the stall. He is much taller than me, so I know he won't have a problem fucking me this way if he wanted to.

Just moments later I feel my skirt being hiked up a little, enough to expose my pussy to him. I feel a little shy and try to close my legs to at least remain somewhat dignified, but his feet push them apart right away again. I don't dare to look back at him now.

I feel something against my pussy, but it doesn't feel like his cock. It takes me a moment to realize it is some sort of cloth. His face is suddenly next to mine again, whispering into my ear once again. The suddenness of it makes me realize he has still only said a few words to me and I don't even know his name, but I have already sucked his cock in a nasty bathroom stall in a bar and am about to be fucked by him. I also realize I haven't even said a single word to him!

"I expect that in a moment you won't be so quiet anymore, so I will be nice and grant you some silence. I think using your panties makes the most sense. It will also show you just how wet you are for me and how much this whole situation turns you on."

Right after he is done saying these words, I feel him stop pushing my panties against my pussy and he pushes them into my mouth. I instantly recognize the strong smell and taste of them, knowing and realizing for the first time how incredibly turned on I truly am. I also know that that taste won't go away as long as I have those panties in my mouth.

Deep in thought, I almost do not realize that his cock is already starting to push against me. He is just holding it against my ready and waiting pussy for what feels like at least ten minutes, but probably was only one minute. He is torturing me, teasing me and showing me how much I need his cock.

Finally he pushes in and just his cock in my pussy matters. I realize that at least he has a condom on, thankful that I won't be getting an STD, but almost a little sad that I can't feel him shoot his cum deep inside of me. His cock is driving me insane right away and fills me up completely. He is easily bigger than any other guy I had ever been with.

He is getting more and more into it and I can feel him go faster and harder. He is also now pushing my head against the stall door, which adds to the forceful nature of this experience for me. I become lost in the situation, my eyes rolling back in my head and I can feel myself getting closer and closer.

Just when I think I am about to cum, he stops and pulls out. I groan out in frustration around my gag, but I also feel like he will not stop altogether. He shifts me around again, facing him now. He just looks at me again, staring deep into my soul and seeing how turned on I am. His hand goes around my throat and chokes me there, all while we keep staring into each others eyes as I struggle to breathe.

Finally he lets go and I try to get as much air as possible, since the gag makes breathing hard in general. He pushes me back down to my knees, this time more forcefully and I don't even dare to hesitate anymore. He uses his hand around my throat again to push me back against the stall door, jerking himself off now after the taking the condom off. Every time I feel like I am about to pass out from not getting enough air he will let me recover for a moment.

Eventually he lets go of my throat and pulls out the panties, making me come really close to his cock. I understand that he wants to cum on my face and prepare for his load, craving his cum so badly and wanting to taste it. After a short moment he cums and the first spurts go onto my cheeks, forehead and even my hair. As the cum hits my face for the first time, he commands me to cum for him and as I feel the hot cum hit my skin, I can feel my own orgasm starting. The next few spurts of cum hit a bit lower, thankfully getting some into my ready mouth, while others drip onto my chin. His cum tastes amazingly and my own orgasm completely drains me and makes it impossible to be quiet, but at this point nothing matters anymore.

We both finally are done and just stare at each other again, but this time my face is covered in his cum. He pulls me up from my knees and for a moment it feels like we are both too exhausted or shy to say something. Despite the cum on my face, he leans forward and passionately kisses me and my knees go weak again.

He leans into me again, his face close to mine and I can feel his mouth close to my ear again. Finally he whispers: "My name is Michael. What is yours?"



The Bar



It is important I am chaste and conservative in my dress. My makeup is moderate even for the day, my hair carefully done and covered by a scarf and headband. My nails are polished in a natural shade and I wear only a single bangle, a plain ring on my right hand, and a fine strand of gold around my neck with no charm. For earrings, only tiny gold studs. 

I enter the bar to noisy music and laughter, looking about frightened and confused. At the bar, he sits, chatting happily with the bartender, a curvy woman with as much skin showing as is legal in most states. She flirts and laughs with him, and as I watch, bends over to invite a peek even further inside her dress. She looks up and catches him, covers herself with her hand briefly to punctuate the moment, then locks eyes with him and removes her hand before standing again. It is as blatant an offer as could be imagined. She opens a beer, places it before him, and walks away to display what else is available.

He turns away, happy, and sees me. He grins, pats the chair beside him, calls for a glass of wine for me. He watches me walk across the room to him, obedient to his wave. I take the seat primly, smile at him. Neither of us says a word.

I sip my wine, put it back down. He leans over, kisses my ear, nibbling just the tiniest amount. 

"Show me your breasts," he whispers.

I unbutton the bodice, fold it back, revealing my cleavage. I unbutton the rest of the top and pull the dress open for him, letting him see my plain white bra. I pull the top down, let it fall away revealing my shoulders. Impatient, he squeezes my hand, releases it. I reach behind, release the clasp, pull the bra away, let my breasts show fully for his gaze. This embarrasses me fully and he savors my red cheeks and chest. Others are watching but our eyes are only for one another.

"Finish your wine," is all he says. He pulls the stool next to him, puts his arm around me, the show only for him and the bartender. I am visible to the room via the mirror behind the register. I hold my shoulders back, just as he has taught me. I sip my wine, hold myself naturally, my face neutral. 

I glance about the room. Men are interested, fascinated by the only topless woman in the place but try to appear unaffected. Some are surprised, pointing and laughing with their friends, others have seen it before, or worse. 

I'm not the only wife to be punished in this way.

This is not my first punishment.

My husband goes back to flirting with the bartender. She pulls her top down, flashes him and they laugh. 

"We have a private room in the back. We could do a threesome. She's pretty, I'd like to..."

"Shush," my husband says, "Not tonight. This is enough." 

They speak as if I'm not there. It's part of the package, ignoring me, and I understand I am to remain silent unless addressed by my husband, asked to respond. My wine is empty, she looks at him, he nods, she pours me another, giving me the tiniest glance of sympathy before returning to my husband. He tips her a twenty, she turns, pulls up her mini dress, shows her bottom to him. She's not wearing panties, bends over, exposing her hairless cunt for him. I watch him, knowing he's had sex with her as he pays just a little too little attention to it.

She is coarse, vulgar. I wonder where such women come from. I do not hate her, find more in common with her than with him. 

I turn and he is watching me, enjoying my curves, my pink nipples, erect in the chilly air.

"Excited?" he asks.

"Yes, very," I say, turning fully to him. My embarrassment has ebbed, I lock eyes with him, wiggle in my seat for him. "When will you spank me?"

The music stops, a curtain draws back, revealing a small stage with a single chair. Propped against the chair is a polished but worn paddle known to schoolchildren everywhere.

This brings laughter and catcalls.

My eyes are on my husband. 'Must you do this?' is what they say but I am silent.

"The dress" is his only response.

I stand, pull the dress off, revealing my panties and modest heels, something a housewife wears shopping with friends. My hose are thigh highs, which I straighten, then stand before him.

The bartender hands him a collar and leash. He fastens it about my neck, our eyes on one another. I can't help it but I so, so wish he'd relent, decide I've had enough, let me dress and go home. I need him to hold me, to cuddle me, to just love me in a quiet, private place. I try to show this in my face. He notes my plea, blinks it away, and turns to walk around the room. 

He leads me slowly past each table.

"You may touch her," he announces.

Hands reach out, pinch my bottom, stroke my belly and thighs, caress and squeeze my breasts. The hands are male and female, the women enjoying this humiliation as much as the men. Some touches are tender, loving, while others are cruel, even a painful pinch from time to time. 

No one spanks my bottom, though. That privilege is reserved for him.

This takes forever but everyone here gets a touch or two. One woman licks her finger, strokes it down my chest slowly, her eyes on mine, filled with lust. She offers my husband an obscene sum to let her have me for the rest of the night, spanking and later. She is obviously quite serious. When my husband shakes his head, she has her companion stand, a young athletic man of moderate height with powerful upper body and shoulders. At her signal, he pulls his fly open, reveals a huge organ so long and thick it doesn't look like a cock. "She'll learn," the woman offers. Again, my husband demurs. "She's mine," he says, and resumes our walk.

When everyone has had a taste of my flesh, he takes us over next to the bar. The bartender removes my panties, fastens them to the wall next to others. Dozens of others. She asks him to wait a moment, for the waitresses are busy, running the last orders. Everyone wants refreshment to accompany the spectacle. 

When the rush slows, the bartender nods, and my husband leads me to the stage. He has me assume a position kneeling beside the chair, facing him, my hands behind my back in supplication. He is miked so everyone can hear our dialog.

"Say your name for the record," he says.

"Camilla, Sir," I offer, meekly but I keep my voice strong enough that he won't make me repeat it.

"Camilla," he asks, "What is our relationship?"

"You are my husband, Sir," I say, "and I am your wife."

"How is our marriage, Camilla?" he asks.

"Our marriage is happy and I am content. You are a good husband and I try to be a good wife."

"Why are we here, Camilla?"

"I am to be punished, Sir, for ____________," I say. The audience gasps. My offense is significant and women have been harshly treated here for less. Some watchers are gratified, here for the cruelty. Others look around for their things, prepare to leave should things get out of hand. A spanking is one thing...

"And, have we discussed this offense before now?"

"Yes, Sir," I say, "and I have apologized and you have forgiven me. We have made love since that time but I knew you might punish me publicly. I have accepted this punishment which is offered and accepted that our marriage might be made stronger and our love for one another continue."

"What offenses have I made you during our marriage?" he asks, the room so quiet I can hear water rolling down a sweaty glass."

"You have had sex with seven women other than me. Each time you told me beforehand and shared the details with me afterward. You took precautions that you would make none of them pregnant and that you would bring no disease home to me. You hit me once, mildly, for your amusement. We agreed privately that would not happen again and you apologized to my satisfaction." We smiled at one another as I paused.

"You have forgotten my birthday only once during our marriage but you have never forgotten our anniversary. You love me and support me and provide for me. You have helped me care for my family and worked to make our intimate life loving and fulfilling. I made a mistake and I want to atone for it fully that we might resume our life together without blemish. I do heartily and mightily apologize and acknowledge your right to do this and my desire that it be done."

"And?" he asks.

"I deserve it," I said, our eyes on one another, "I submit to you, Sir."

The audience applauded. They'd heard various versions of this catechism before, it was part of what they paid the cover charge for. A small part. The bitch bartender came over and placed a blindfold over my eyes.

"I fucked him, honey, I fucked him good," she whispered in my ear, taunting.

"I know," I whispered back, "He told me. He wants to do it again while I watch and then have me clean you with my mouth. I'll do it if we can sixty-nine." I couldn't see her face but she squeezed my hand. Date? She fastened my wrists out of the way. They'd had injuries, he told me before.

He took charge, arranged me over his lap. He smoothed the slight panties over my bottom lovingly, evincing catcalls and suggestions of what he might do with his fingers or hand first, given the intimate proximity of my orifices, but he is a single-minded man and paid no attention. With a single movement, he pushed the panties down my thighs and popped me hard with the paddle. I cried out in surprise and pain and terror. More followed.

I think the blindfold was the worst. I tried so hard to feel the muscle arrangement that came before the slash of the paddle but finally couldn't concentrate and just kept screaming and crying and finally begging him to stop.

I think I promised him a lot, trying to get him to stop, but I won't know until we watch the tape. It's part of the tradition, the husband and wife split a bottle of champagne in a hot tub and watch the spanking. By law, it lasts no more than 15 minutes. All promises are binding. 

As I said, I don't remember, but I tried to promise things I like to do. I love him and submitting to him is part of my love. I don't do it because I have to, I do it because I love to. I'll wait on him attentively, lovingly, but standing for the next few days, until the soreness goes away. I don't have to do missionary until I want to, either. We'll both miss that but I'm sure we'll find alternatives.

My sin? That'll be our secret, here. The crowd knows. 

That's enough.

It won't be repeated.