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The Big O2

By: Ice_Phoenix



Lisa’s cunt slipped up and down his shaft, riding him for all she was worth. She could tell that he was close. She could feel his body tensing, and so she made the appropriate noises, but she felt nothing.

The man beneath her groaned out, and his load shot up into her. She cried out in fake pleasure, wanting to at least make him feel good about the experience. He pumped for more moments before his body sagged back onto the bed. At least he was fully sated, a serene smile playing on his face. She smiled down at him – that too was fake – before moving off his body and sitting on the bed, her back against the headboard.

Lisa sighed inwardly. Another failed night, another failed attempt at passion. She’d had a good night with this man – what was his name? Oh, yes, Mark. She’d had a good night with Mark once, but only once.

Like every other. Lisa had, in her short twenty-two years of life, had at least thirty boyfriends. Each of them had given her gifts, had taken her places. Each of them had loved getting her into bed, for she was very good at sex. But none of them had been able to give her more than one orgasm. It wasn’t just more than one orgasm a night, but they had never been able to bring her to orgasm after their first time together. Mark was no different. He was reasonably good in bed, but still, the one orgasm was all she had gotten from him. It was frustrating enough that she wanted to cry, but she didn’t. Mark would not understand, and how to tell him that the last five times had been bullshit to her?

She waited the appropriate amount of time before getting up and going to the bathroom. She had to get home soon; she had to be at work in the morning, and she never let her search for a man interfere with the proper functioning of her duties. Not that she was a crucial company employee; a secretary for a medium-grade executive, if she didn’t show up at all, it wouldn’t be the end of the world, except perhaps for her. Still, it was all she had in life at the moment, and she would not foul up the one thing she was doing well with the other thing that she was barely doing at all.

“Call me?” Mark asked as she finished getting dressed. He did not move from the bed.

Lisa made a noncommittal noise. Chances are that no, she would not call him again. He would almost certainly call her, though, and she’d once more have to go through the ritual of having to dump yet another guy. The process grated on her nerves. Why couldn’t she just tell him now? But, no, you didn’t do that sort of thing after good sex, and it had been good for him, anyway.

She made her way out to her car, and drove home. Once there, she showered, to remove the reminder of her failure as a woman.

===<<<+>>>===

“Hi, Lisa,” he said, disturbing her morose little reverie. She jumped, and he lightly set his hand on her shoulder. “Wow, geez. I didn’t mean to startle you. Didn’t get much sleep last night? You’ve been sitting here staring at your lunch for ten minutes.”

His name was Jack Bennett. He was an executive assistant with the corporation. This really meant that he was a highly paid gofer for his boss, but that didn’t seem to bother Jack very much. Lisa smiled at him; he was a friend, and she could use one of those just now.

“Oh, hi, Jack. I slept okay, it’s just... life.”

“Oh, that old thing,” he said with a chuckle. “We’d all be better off without it.”

She smiled at the joke, but she didn’t feel like her usual chuckle. Jack noticed.

“Hey, what’s wrong? C’mon, you’ve got...” he checked his watch theatrically, “... forty-two minutes to spill your guts. After that, we both have work to do.”

She looked at him, trying to decide whether he was serious, or just trying to get her in a good mood. The look on his face proclaimed that she had his full attention. Lisa decided, What the hell.

“Another failed relationship, Jack. I can’t seem to find a guy who suits me.”

“What was wrong with this one?” he asked.

“Same as usual; incompatible in bed.”

“Oh.” Jack had to be careful. For one thing, this wasn’t the kind of discussion you had in the lunch room at work. For the other, if he said the wrong thing in the wrong way, she could have him up on sexual harassment charges. Not that he thought she’d do it, but he wasn’t taking the chance. “Maybe you’re just putting a little too much emphasis on it.”

She looked at him as if he’d sprouted a third arm. “How many girlfriends have you had?”

“Well, three.”

She just stared at him. “No offense, but you don’t yet really know relationships. Sex is important. Sex may be the most important part of it all.”

Good Lord, does she really think that?

“Hmm. I haven’t found that to be the case. Look, what else do you do with your boyfriends?”

“What do you mean, what else?”

“Movies? Dinner? Dancing?”

“What guy wants to do that kind of bullshit? They want sex. It’s what I give them.”

Jack nodded. “Okay, I see your point, I guess. But Lisa?” he asked as he finished off his coffee.

“Yeah?”

“Any real boyfriend would want more than sex. You take it easy, okay? I’ve gotta go, I’ve got some errands to run before my lunch break is over. Think about it.”

As Jack walked away, she was confused. What does he mean, a ‘real boyfriend’? I’ve had real boyfriends, haven’t I? She didn’t know how to answer that question, and that disturbed her more than Jack’s comment.

Maybe I need to talk to him some more.

===<<<+>>>===

It took Lisa a full two days before she got up the nerve to approach him. This was odd for her; she was usually very take-charge around men. She made her way to his office, which was two floors above her own, and waited until he got off the phone.

“Hey, Lisa. What’s up?”

“Jack... I, uh... you remember the talk we had the other day?”

“Sure. What about it?”

“You think maybe we could continue that conversation? Over dinner?”

Jack chuckled slightly. “Kind of a weird way to ask a guy out, ain’t it?” He smiled at her, and she dipped her head, blushing slightly. He said, “Okay, no problem. When should I pick you up?”

“Seven?”

“Works for me. I...uh, need your address.” She handed him a business card, which belonged to her boss, but she’d written her address on the back. “Okay, see you at seven. Lisa?” he said as she turned to go. She turned back.

“Yeah?”

“Dress casual, okay?”

She smiled, and then headed for the elevator.

===<<<+>>>===

Jack arrived promptly at seven, and, unusually for her, Lisa was actually ready for him. She considered just primping for another fifteen minutes, but decided that would be the wrong way to treat this. After all, it wasn’t really a date, was it? No, she was just having dinner with a coworker to get some advice.

Right.

She walked out to where he was sitting in the living room, waiting for her, and he rose. She looked stunning in her thin, nearly see-through, white blouse and tight blue jeans, a dark blue bra beneath, covering everything, but hinting strongly. Her long blonde hair was washed and brushed, and it bounced as she walked in her medium heels.

“How do I look?” she asked automatically.

“You look outstanding,” he answered, with far more sincerity than any of her previous dates had bothered with. She flashed him a warm smile, and he said, “Shall we go?” He held out his arm to her, and she took it daintily. It was far more manners than she was used to dealing with, and she wasn’t sure how to react.

He led her out to his car, a nice but not ostentatious sedan, and he opened the door for her, holding her hand as she climbed in the car. He moved around to his side, got in, and they were off.

“Hungry?” he asked as they got on their way.

“Very,” she said. He couldn’t know there was more than one meaning in her reply. She looked at him without staring, but for the first time she noticed that Jack was quite handsome, his medium-brown hair kept in a fairly stylish if conservative cut, his jaw strong and his nose well-proportioned but angular. He seemed to have a fairly nice body, without any muscular bulges. He was dressed casually in a sweater and slacks, with what she figured was a pullover shirt under the sweater. He looked very nice, but... not the type she would normally have picked up in a bar. He seemed too perfect, like he would be hiding something.

Is he hiding something? she asked herself. She decided that, yes, he probably was. Most people were. She also decided that, at the moment, she just didn’t care.

===<<<+>>>===

Dinner had been a pleasant enough event, but it was clear that Jack did not want to have their discussion over dinner. Lisa bowed to his wishes, and simply enjoyed the meal and his company. They talked about work, and about families. They talked about dreams and hopes for their futures, and where they might be in five or ten years.

Soon enough, the meal was over, and they were back in the car. She didn’t ask where they were heading. She had almost thought he might take her back to his place, or, better yet, to her place, where they could... but, no, they weren’t heading to a home, but into the nightlife portion of the city.

They pulled into a bar. It took her a moment to realize it was her bar. She turned to him in surprise.

“How did you know?”

“Janine saw you go here a time or two.”

He was asking around about me? What does that mean? Is that sweet, or is it creepy? Shit, I don’t even know, do I?

She let the thoughts drift out of her mind as he helped her out of the car, and they walked into the bar together. They chose to sit at the bar, since it was mostly empty. It was fairly early in the night for this place. Jack had known that, and that was why he’d brought her here; it would allow them a comfortable place to talk.

“A Slippery Twister for me, and...” Jack turned to Lisa.

“My usual, Ronnie.” The bartender nodded, and he stepped over to mix the drinks. In a few seconds he was back. Sensing that this was an intimate conversation, he stepped down to the other end of the bar.

“So,” Jack said, lifting his pink-orange drink. “To your good fortune.”

“And to yours,” she said automatically, and took a sip of her drink, a simple rum and Coke. Setting her drink down, she said, “I thought we were going to have a talk...”

“Lisa, at this point in most of your dates, where would you be?”

In bed, where else? was what she thought. “I’m not sure I understand the question,” was what she said.

“Yes you do. I can see it in your eyes. Now, come on, answer me.”

“In bed, okay? We’d be in bed by now. Usually it’s just dinner, or a movie, or I pick them up here, and we go back to my place. Isn’t that what it’s supposed to be?”

Jack took another sip of his drink. “No, it’s not, Lisa. That’s not dating. That’s being an unpaid prostitute.” She looked as if he’d just slapped her. He couldn’t blame her; he wasn’t sure why he’d said that, except that it was how he felt. “Look, I don’t want to hurt you, I really don’t, but you’re better than that. You deserve better than that.”

“All men want is sex,” she said guardedly.

“Maybe the men in here, sure. Then again, maybe you’re looking at the wrong guys.” He didn’t let slip his other thought, that she was rather advertising for sex, the way she was dressed, nice as it was to look at.

“Where am I supposed to find the right guys? Work? Church?”

Jack cringed. “God, no. Please, not that old routine. I’ve never met a decent woman through my church... they’re all a little preachy. No, I know what you’re saying; you haven’t got time for social organizations or clubs, so your choices are limited. But you need to make yourself a little less available, and a little more choosy. You’ve got a hell of a lot going for you. You’re smart, attractive, ambitious.” He’d learned that last at dinner: she was hoping to be an executive some day, and was taking correspondence courses in an effort to move up in the company.

“But, Jack... how do I know who the right guy is?” She couldn’t believe that she was leaning on someone like this; not her, not Miss Independent.

“Well, take a look at the guys you’ve been going out with.”

“Yeah, then what?” she said, almost testily.

“Pick someone different,” he answered simply.

The thought stunned her. Her head was spinning, and it sure as hell wasn’t from the drink. So simple as that? Pick someone different. She needed time to think it over.

Getting up, she said, “I’ve got to go to the ladies room. I’ll be back in a couple minutes.”

“Sure, take your time.” He’d seen the look on her face, and knew that she was trying to deal with some new thoughts. He knew people didn’t like that. He motioned the bartender down. Ronnie came quickly.

“Yes, sir, can I help you?”

“You work here regularly?”

“Yes, sir. Four or five nights a week.”

“How often do you see her in here?”

“Lisa? Almost every night. ‘cept Saturdays. She has some kind of class or something she does on Saturdays. You her new fling?”

Jack smiled. “No. I’m just a friend from work. She wanted to talk some things over.”

“Always nice to have friends, sir,” Ronnie said, and walked slowly back down the bar.

I think Lisa could use a few.

===<<<+>>>===

Lisa was dressing to go out. She wasn’t sure whether she was insulted or flattered by Jack’s behavior the previous night. He had barely noticed her body at all! What, am I too damned ugly for him or something? On the other hand, he’d treated her very much like a lady, been polite and attentive, and had not had his hands all over her, like most guys did. But he hadn’t even kissed her! When they’d said good-night, he’d given her a hug, told her he’d see her at the office, and then he’d left. She’d gone inside and masturbated herself to orgasm in frustration.

I’ll show him, she thought to herself. She put on a half-halter, and decided to do without the bra. Her skirt came only halfway to her knees, and she’d have to be careful sitting, or she’d be flashing her panties at passing men.

Not that she had any intention of preventing that from happening.

After a half hour of primping and final adjustments, she headed back to her bar. It was called Little Joe’s, which was odd, because Joe was about 6’ 4” tall, and weighed at least 275 lbs. Not that it mattered to her; he was married and didn’t pay her any mind at all. She settled onto her bar stool, her back to the bar so that she could watch the crowd. It was much later at night than it had been when she’d walked in with Jack. Now, she could see there were plenty of prospects for her to go home with.

It took less than an hour before a man she’d never met sat beside her.

“If you were the last thing on Earth I looked at, I’d die a happy man,” he said to her. It was a sappy line, not that she cared. She looked him over. He was about 5’ 9” tall, with short black hair and dark green eyes. He was attractive enough, which is to say he didn’t make her barf.

“Buy you a drink, darlin’?” he asked.

‘Darlin’?” “Sure,” she answered, and gestured to Ronnie, who brought her a rum and Coke. She sipped at her drink and asked, “What’s your name?”

===<<<+>>>===

His name turned out to be Bert. She rode with him back to her place. She’d quickly learned to take the bus out to Little Joe’s, since going and getting her car every morning was a pain in the ass. She unlocked the door, and let Bert enter behind her. She locked the door, and turned to him.

“You want a drink first?” she asked.

Bert was a little put off by her somewhat cold attitude. On the other hand, she was a fine piece of ass, and he was looking forward to fucking her. “No, that’s okay. Get yourself one, if you like...”

She just shook her head slightly, and gestured for him to follow her, which he did. She led him back to her bedroom. He took in the spare furnishings. It didn’t look like a woman’s room at all; there were no decorations, no frills. It was just a simple bed with a plain comforter covering it, and a nightstand. There was nothing else in the room.

She turned to him, and stepped close. He forgot about the room as their lips touched. His hands came up to rest on her hips, pulling her body tightly into him. Her tongue snaked its way out of her mouth, and pressed against his lips. He opened his mouth, and her tongue assailed his own, pleasantly wrestling it as her body writhed against him.

Bert’s hands moved to her ass, pulling her yet more tightly against him. Her thigh slipped between his legs and gently massaged his crotch. Bert felt an urgent need to have this babe naked. He broke their kiss, and his hands slipped upward, beneath her halter-top. She raised her arms as his hands continued upward, the half-halter lifting off her body. It was thrown unceremoniously in a corner, as Bert’s eyes were glued to the magnificent tits before him. Her areolas were dark and tight, and her nipples were large, and already erect. He ran his fingers gently over one, and Lisa murmured in approval. His other hand moved in to caress the other nipple, and Lisa moaned, tilting her head back in pleasure.

Bert took the opportunity to lean in and kiss her neck, licking and lightly nipping at her tender flesh as his fingers continued their dance. Lisa was lost in a wave of pleasure. Her hands reached up and began to pull at his shirt, until she’d loosed it from his slacks. She continued to tug on it, but couldn’t get it past his arms without making him stop his massage of her tits, and she absolutely did not want to do that.

Bert knew what to do about this, though. He removed one hand from a nipple, and pulled his arm and head through, quickly returning the now-freed hand back to her tit. Now he exchanged his other hand for his lips, allowing the accursed shirt to fall to the floor while his lips and tongue worked over Lisa’s swollen nipple. He switched to the other nipple, just to give equal time, and Lisa was moaning continually by now.

Bert used his free hand to undo his slacks, kicking off his shoes in the process. It took him some time to get his pants undone, but Lisa neither noticed nor cared. Finally, they came loose, and fell to the floor. Bert stepped out of them, and then pulled Lisa to himself, crushing her large tits against his chest and arousing him even further. He kissed her again, and as his tongue worked inside her mouth, his hands undid her skirt, shoving it off her hips so that it could spill to the floor. His hands slipped beneath her panties, now fondling her ass cheeks directly. Lisa moaned in pleasure, enjoying the feel of his fingers on her body.

She broke their kiss, and pushed Bert away. Kneeling, she gripped his underwear and peeled them down off his hips. She smiled to herself at the hard cock that she wanted so badly. He was of average size, but that didn’t matter to her at the moment. Just having something hard pounding into her cunt, that was what she wanted.

She pulled off Bert’s socks as he stepped out of his underwear, and now he was naked. She took little notice of any part of him other than his dick, as her lips engulfed the head of it. Bert groaned at the sudden pleasurable sensation she was causing. Her lips worked their way down, her tongue sliding wetly over the skin of his shaft. She didn’t stop until he was buried fully in her mouth. Then she reached up to play with his balls as her mouth slid slowly off his cock.

Bert was struggling to control himself; he’d never had a blowjob like this. Every nerve in his cock was in overload. Soon, Lisa began to bob her head more quickly on his dick, and that was just more than Bert could take. He grunted out in warning, but she paid no heed. Her lips and tongue continued their dance until he couldn’t control it anymore, and his cum poured from his dick into her mouth. 


The Big O2



Lisa stopped her movements, but continued to suck, pulling all of his jism from his balls. She swallowed all of it, not letting a drop go to waste. She loved giving blowjobs, loved having a cock inside any part of her. She continued to massage his prick with her lips, bringing him back to hardness from his semi-soft state. Bert looked down at her in awe, already having had one of the greatest sexual experiences of his life.

Lisa stood back up, but she didn’t kiss him. She knew that most men didn’t want to taste their own spunk on her tongue. She led him to the bed, and pushed him down onto it. Bert, getting the idea, climbed fully onto the bed, his hard dick waggling with his movements and inviting Lisa to play.

It wasn’t long before Lisa was straddling Bert’s waist, her pussy lips resting against the tip of Bert’s prick. She sank down onto him slowly, massaging his dick with her cunt walls as she slipped further onto the shaft. Bert was in heaven, and loving every minute of this treatment. It took her only a minute before she was fully impaled upon his cock, her pussy grabbing at it with a million little fingers.

She didn’t wait for him, but instead began to move on him immediately. Her hips and legs moved in rhythm, and Bert’s eyes went wide with the wonderful sensation this caused. He watched as her magnificent tits rolled on her chest, and then he reached up to take them in hand, fondling the wonderful flesh. He pinched her nipples, and Lisa moaned.

She rode him faster, and Bert’s hips began to thrust up at her, slamming his hard shaft deep into her twat. Lisa growled in pleasure, fully absorbed in the act of fucking. Her mind was completely occupied by the job of screwing Bert hard and fast.

Bert, wanting to try a different position, took hold of Lisa’s torso. She looked at him in annoyance, but he pulled her to him and rolled. Her look returned to one of lust as Bert, now on top, began to ram into her fast and furious. Lisa’s legs came around his hips, and helped to pull him deeper into her pussy. Bert watched as her face contorted into a look of bliss.

Their pace grew more frenzied, and the two began to grunt and growl in unison, each riding the wave, approaching the crest. Then, Bert was over first, his cock spewing its load deep into her cunt. The feel of his climax triggered her own orgasm, and Lisa screamed out, her body wracked with spasms and her mind filled with colored lights.

After a few moments, Bert pulled his softening prick out of her. He rolled over onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

“My God, that was great!” he said in a gasp. Lisa said nothing.

Bert waited a few minutes, but could see that, unusually, this woman was not interested in any cuddling after sex. He got up to go to the bathroom, and wondered, while he was there, just what he should do now. Stay? Go? Ask her to do it again?

Lisa answered the question for him. When he returned, she was sitting on the bed, her feet pulled up, and a robe covering her body. He looked at her for a moment, but it was if she didn’t even see him. He wondered if there was something wrong with her, but decided that, if there were, he didn’t want any part of that kind of problem. Bert dressed quickly, and, without more than a cursory farewell, he made his way to the front door. He was at least polite enough to make sure it was locked.

Back in her bedroom, Lisa was staring at the wall, seeing not her bedroom, but the man she’d just fucked. And following him, going back in time, were all the men she’d fucked in the past. Standing off to the side of this scene, not in any judgmental context, but just as an observer, was Jack.

What would Jack think about tonight? I went to that bar, and picked up a guy, just like I always do! I did just exactly what he told me not to do!

Lisa’s tears flowed freely as she sat on the bed, sobbing herself to sleep.

===<<<+>>>===

Over the next two weeks, Lisa worked herself into a complete mess. She’d dated every kind of guy she could think of that came into the bar. Of course, to Lisa, ‘date’ meant ‘screw’, and so her dates were no different than they had been before. What had she misunderstood about what Jack had told her? She was so desperate now that she would try anything to find happiness. Somehow, having bared her soul to someone else had made this a much more urgent dilemma. How would he look at her, now that she had failed, even after his help?

Well, there was only one thing to do. She’d have to talk with him again. She caught him in the lunch room, but she had to wait until a couple other coworkers took a hint and headed to the other side of the room.

“Hey, Lisa. You look a wreck,” he said as lightly as he could.

“Jack... can we go out tonight? I really need to talk to you about some things.”

Although Lisa had been Jack’s friend for a while, she’d never really asked him out. He, of course, wouldn’t dare, in the climate of sexual harassment that pervaded the day. He looked at her for a few moments, and then nodded. “Seven o’clock again?”

She nodded. Jack got up to leave, having finished his lunch. She put her hand on his wrist to stop him. When he turned, she said, “Thanks.”

“No problem. I’ll see you at seven.”

===<<<+>>>===

Lisa was ready and waiting when Jack showed up at five minutes to seven. This told him more than anything else could have; he’d never not had to wait for his date. He looked her over quickly. She was wearing a burgundy blouse with a tight black skirt. She looked very nice, but it was also what he often referred to as a ‘fuck me’ outfit.

Jack considered, as he walked her to his car, whether that was a possibility. Did she think of him in those terms? Perhaps she did. Did he think of her in those terms? Well, yes, he admitted to himself, he’d had his share of fantasies. But this was supposed to be about her finding the right guy, and how would it look if he in essence told her that he was the right guy? Not cool.

His thoughts proceeded along these lines as he got in the car and drove downtown. “Have you eaten yet?” he asked. He’d had a light meal, just in case.

“Yeah,” she said, lying. She just didn’t want to go through another dinner, trying to keep up decent chatter. She wasn’t good at small-talk.

“Okay. Then we can go right to the entertainment portion of the evening.”

She thought, for the briefest moment, that he might be taking her to his place. After a second’s consideration, though, she rejected the idea. He’ll at least take me for drinks first.

They went to a place she’d never been to. It was just on the edge of town, a club called The Frontier. He was just as mannerly as last time, opening doors for her and letting her sit first, the whole routine that none of her other dates gave even lip-service to. She wondered how he remembered all the rules that were supposed to go with chivalry. It never occurred to her that he didn’t have to remember them.

The waitress came over, and they both ordered drinks. She noticed that the drink he ordered was very light on alcohol. What does that mean? She’d ordered her usual drink, empty stomach and all. She needed the illusion of calm right now.

“So,” Jack said after the drinks had arrived. “I take it that the dating scene has not improved.”

“No,” she said, a tremble in her voice. The drink wasn’t calming her as much as she’d hoped it would. Jack’s hand reached out to touch her own, a gentle, feathery contact, just to let her know he was there for her.

“Hmm,” he said. “Did you try dating different kinds of guys?”

“Jack, I’ve dated nearly everybody in that bar now.”

Uh-huh. I’m sure your bed is getting worn out. Jack didn’t judge her over her promiscuity; that didn’t bother him. He knew, however, that she would never find the right guy to settle down with if that was her plan of attack.

“Lisa...” he started to ask, but couldn’t bring himself to ask that question. “Would you like to dance?”

The question startled her. She wasn’t a good dancer, at least not vertically. It would be rude to say no, though. “Um, sure.”

Jack gently took her hand, and led her over to the jukebox. The bar was nearly empty, and so the jukebox was silent at the moment. He fed some quarters into it, and picked a selection of moderate-to-slow music. As the first song started, he led her to the center of the dance floor.

Jack put his hands at her waist, and pulled her, very gently, to him. They didn’t quite make body contact, but it was close enough that they could feel each other’s body warmth. Lisa put her arms around his neck, and they began to move. She was grateful that he didn’t seem to be doing any particular dance, as much as just moving slowly back and forth. This, she could do. If he started something even as complex as a waltz, she was doomed. They were silent through the first three songs, just being together, moving as one.

“Jack, what are we doing?” she finally asked.

“Dancing. They call this dancing,” he said light-heartedly.

“Yeah, but I mean...”

“Lisa, this is part of dating. Not everything has to lead somewhere. It’s just time together, doing something pleasant. I could have taken you bowling, but you weren’t dressed for it.” She was pretty sure he was kidding, but Jack was so different from what she was used to...

Would he have actually taken me bowling?

“My dates don’t usually have much interest in doing things like this.”

“Do you give them a chance to?”

“Of...” She was going to say, of course I do, but she stopped. Did she really? She had to face the fact that most of her ‘dates’ were less than an hour long before they ended up in bed somewhere.

Jack correctly interpreted her silence, but he didn’t press the issue. He’d never been one to just slap people in the face with their problems. He would let her figure this out in her own time. Meanwhile, he was having a wonderful time holding her like this. There were a few other couples on the dance floor, but he didn’t notice. He could smell her, feel her. This was how one of his fantasies started. He couldn’t live that one out, though; the cops would be called. That thought brought a slight smile to his face.

Lisa’s mind was churning over the questions Jack had asked... and some thoughts he’d implied, but left unsaid. She closed her eyes against the torrent of confusion washing over her. She didn’t want to think about this now. She didn’t want to think, only to feel. Lisa stepped closer to Jack, making body contact. She laid her head on his shoulder, her arms still wrapped around his neck. Jack’s hands slipped around to her lower back, caressing her gently as they continued to dance. Lisa had to admit, this was a very nice thing to be doing with him. She also knew he was aroused; it was impossible not to feel his erection with her body pressed against him.

Maybe he’ll bed me tonight, she thought. She was excited at the prospect of getting him into bed, getting to really know him. She didn’t realize that it was this thought pattern he was trying to stop her from having.

A few hours later, they were back at her house. They had spent the evening dancing and talking, each having only a couple of drinks. She had found the evening so pleasant that she had barely thought about the nervousness that had been bugging her at the start of the night.

Jack walked her up to her porch, and there he stopped. She turned to him, looking up into his eyes and seeing warmth and compassion there; something she rarely saw in any man’s eyes, at least when they were aimed at her. She also saw the underlying tone of arousal and interest, and so she asked her question.

“Would you like to come in?”

Jack smiled very warmly, to help ease any hurt his reply might cause. “I can’t. It’s getting late, and we both have to be at work early. I had a really nice time tonight.”

“Yeah,” she said. Her voice didn’t reveal any pain, though he was sure he heard some disappointment.

He wasn’t sure if he should do what he wanted to. After thinking it over, he decided, well, they were dating, so it shouldn’t be too far out of line. He leaned in, and she immediately responded, tilting her head up to meet his advance. Their lips touched gingerly, moving against each other. He worked hard to keep it from building into something more passionate, and he broke contact after several seconds.

“I’d better go,” he said. Before I take you up on your offer, and spoil every damned thing I’ve tried to teach you about dates! “See you tomorrow?”

“Yes,” she said, her eyes a little glazed. He wasn’t sure what that was about, and didn’t have time to consider it. He ran his hand along her hip as he stepped away from her, and then he was down the porch steps and in his car. He noted that she watched him leave before turning and going into her own apartment.

Lisa closed the door, locked it, and then slumped back against it. The night had been so perfect... why hadn’t he wanted to have sex?

Does it matter? He didn’t, and that’s that!

Maybe I’m just not trying hard enough?

Okay... maybe next time we should just show up at the door naked! I damn near threw myself at him tonight, with this outfit!

There were tears running down her face as she made her way to the bedroom.

===<<<+>>>===

Lisa avoided Jack for the next week, unable to face him. Her mind was so torn over the feelings she was having, she couldn’t come to any rational decision about what to do. One half wanted to walk right into his office and slap him. The other half wanted to walk into his office, strip naked, and have him fuck her on his desk. Somewhere in the middle was what she was supposed to do, she knew, but she couldn’t get her mind to settle on any course of action.

Jack, on the other hand, was worried about his friend. He knew that this had all started just because he felt the need to give her advice. He did that with everyone, though, and it had never led this far. He was feeling a growing protectiveness for her, and a fondness. He wondered if she would make a good lover, girlfriend...wife? Whoa, Jack, my man. Back off!

The two of them went about their lives for another week before Lisa couldn’t stand it anymore. Jack was the only man who had ever turned down sex from her. He had to know that’s what she’d been offering. He had to! She was determined, now, that she would seduce him. He would not win this battle of wills. The next time they went out, her outfit would fairly scream “Fuck me!”

That decision made, Lisa felt much better, and was finally able to focus on her work. She’d see Jack soon enough, and ask him out again, and then... well, she’d worry about their relationship after she’d fucked him. It was the most important part, after all.

She finally saw Jack in the lunchroom the next day. It was a good thing; it was Friday, and she didn’t want to wait over the weekend. She came over and sat next to him. When he turned his head to her from talking to someone else, she smiled seductively at him. He smiled in return and said, “Hey, Lisa. Haven’t seen you here in a while. Everything going all right?”

Her face wavered. So much of his tone suggested that he cared for her, but her seduction seemed to pass right by him. She strengthened herself, and moved on. “Sure, everything’s great. I was wondering if we might go out tonight.”

Jack’s eyes looked a little brighter, but his smile didn’t change. His hand did, however, run across her back softly. “Sure,” he answered, his hand massaging her back wonderfully. “Seven again?”

“Yes,” she said, purring at his touch. It felt so good.

“Okay. I’ll see you then.” He’d long ago finished his lunch, and so he got up to head back to his office, his hand straying across her back until he was out of reach. She felt butterflies in her stomach, and she knew that was completely out of character for her.

Nerves? Before a date?

===<<<+>>>===

Jack showed up promptly at seven, just as he had the last time. Lisa knew she was dressed like a slut, wearing a thin, very sexy, halter top, and a tight skirt that didn’t make it half-way to her knees. She enjoyed the look Jack gave her when she opened the door.

Jack was a little surprised at Lisa’s outfit. Okay, it was their third date, but he had not expected her to announce her interest in him so brazenly. Then again, it’s what she thinks dating is about. There was, however, a problem, and it showed on his face.

“What’s the matter?” Lisa asked, concerned that he disapproved of her outfit.

“Um... where we’re going... you might want to change. You might be a little cold in that.”

“Oh? Where are we going?” she asked playfully.

“To Riverside.”

Whoa. No one had ever taken her to Riverside. It was an upscale, but outdoor, club, right on the river, where dancing, eating, and lounging were all done under the stars, as it was well outside of town. Given the chill of the evening, he was right; she’d freeze to death the way she was dressed, and that would not serve her purposes.

“Okay... give me a few minutes?”

“Take your time,” he answered, taking a seat on the couch. As soon as she was out of the room, he picked up a magazine to read while she changed. He’d feared she might be dressed that way, and he was ready to wait for the next half-hour while she changed. 

He was surprised when she came back out only ten minutes later. She must have thought about it ahead of time. What she was wearing was hardly less sexy. His eyes roamed her form. She was wearing pale blue pants made of a shiny, tight material, and a white blouse which was thin enough he could see her pale skin beneath it. He could tell she was not wearing a bra. Over the blouse, she’d pulled on a button-up navy blue sweater, which she did not, however, button up.

“Better?” she asked, enjoying how his eyes roamed her form. Yes, tonight he’ll be mine.

“Should be,” he finally said when he’d regained his voice. “Shall we go?”

The ride out of town was quiet, but swift. He pulled into the parking lot, and stopped. This club had valet parking, and so he handed his key to the young man, while another helped Lisa out of the car. She thought it was funny how the boy helping her was trying not to drool.

Jack took her arm very gently and led her into the club, where they were led to a table for dinner. The dinner area was covered by a roof, to protect against weather, but there weren’t any walls, and so the breeze of the evening blew through the area. It was a very nice place, and the service was top-notch, as was the food.

As they ate dinner, she noticed for the first time that Jack was actually eyeing her. Previously, he’d taken great care not to stare at her chest, or to ogle her openly. Tonight, he seemed not to worry so much about it, which was okay with her.

She’s incredibly beautiful, and it’s obvious she’s willing to sleep with me. But dammit, doesn’t that defeat the purpose of this whole thing? On the other hand, perhaps there are other ways to show her how she should be treated by the right guy.

Am I the right guy? Do I want to be? She seems nice enough, except for her predisposition about sex... Not that Jack would mind having a girlfriend who liked a lot of sex, but he was trying to show Lisa that it wasn’t supposed to be all about sex. Can I continue to show her that if we sleep together?

When they finished their dinner, they relaxed for a few minutes, but then Jack led her out to the dance floor. This was not the kind of place that had a jukebox; a full ensemble was playing actual dance music, and there were many couples out on the floor, some of them doing some very complicated dances.




The Big O2



“I... don’t know how to dance, Jack,” she said with some vulnerability in her voice. It made her uneasy, but it was what Jack had been hoping to see for three dates now.

“Neither do I,” he said with a chuckle. “And we don’t need to, unless you’re trying to show off for someone. All I need is this.” Jack put his hand on her waist and easily pulled her toward him. His other hand brushed some hair out of her face before joining his other down on her hips. Lisa slipped her arms around his back, and looked up at him as they began to move together to the soft music.

“I never really knew how nice this was,” she said after the song was about half over.

“This is called a date, Lisa. This is what people are supposed to do on dates; get to know each other. I love taking my dates dancing. It just makes things more comfortable.”

“Mm-hmm,” she said with a smile, then she pulled herself close, and laid her head on his chest. Jack turned his head slightly, and closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of her warmth against him. He could feel every inch of her, and it felt great.

The two danced for quite a while, just being together. They didn’t even say much to each other out on the dance floor, just held on and enjoyed the moments. Finally, though, Jack felt it was time to move on to the next part of their date, and so as the song ended, he pulled away from her.

Lisa looked at him with a look of distaste; she’d enjoyed being in his arms, and didn’t want it to end. He understood that, but they couldn’t stay here forever. He took her hand, and led her out past the gardens, out to the walkway built out over the water. They held hands as they moved further out the pier, until they’d finally reached a spot where no one else was standing. They stood in silence, taking in the lights of the city, the stars in the sky, and the soothing sound of lapping water.

Jack let go of Lisa’s hand and put his arm around her waist, pulling her into him. She came willingly, turning her body in toward him, wrapping her arms around him. There were no words for this moment in time; the couple stood together, not wondering what the other was thinking, not thinking themselves, just being.

Finally, Jack took notice of the slight shiver that was running over Lisa’s body.

“Cold?” he asked softly.

“A little bit,” she admitted.

“Mm. Maybe it’s time to take you home, then.”

She both thrilled and fretted as he said that. She wasn’t able to read any meaning into his statement. Would he simply drop her off, as before? Would he take her to bed? She so wanted him to fuck her... no, what she really wanted was for him to make love to her... Was that what he’d meant all along? No one has ever actually cared about me when we’ve had sex, it’s always just been to get their rocks off. Oh, hell, I don’t know. Stop worrying over it, Lisa!

Jack led her up to her door, and then she turned to him. She was actually trembling now. “You want to come in?” she asked, careful to keep any quiver out of her voice.

It didn’t matter. Jack could see in her eyes how important his answer was to her. He’d already essentially rejected her twice. At least, that’s how she saw it. If he did it again... No, he couldn’t do that to her.

“I think I’d like that,” he answered softly. She smiled seductively at him, and then opened the door. She led him into the living room, turning on a couple of soft lights, while he closed and locked the front door. She shed her sweater onto the couch, and he could now quite clearly see her nipples, even in the dim light.

“Do you want something to drink?” she asked.

When she was close enough, he stepped to her and said, “This is what I want.” Very slowly, he leaned down, his hands softly cupping her head, and their lips met. It was far better than the simple kiss they’d shared at the end of their last date, and he could actually feel her heartbeat as they kissed. Lisa’s hands came up to rest on Jack’s sides, but she couldn’t really manage anything more than that. Their lips continued to move against each other, but Jack let his hand slide off the back of her head, down onto her back. He pulled her tightly into himself, and she came eagerly.

Eventually, he broke the kiss. Lisa was glassy-eyed, and a little out of breath. He knew he wasn’t that great a kisser, so did this mean she wasn’t used to being truly kissed? What had this poor girl subjected herself to?

Finally, Lisa got her bearings and said, “Take me to bed, Jack. Please.”

Jack nodded, but didn’t move for a few moments. He was enjoying the feel of her, pressed against him like she was. Ultimately, he had to let her go. She turned to lead him into the bedroom, and she could feel his eyes watching her ass sway. He followed slowly, keeping a little distance, so he could enjoy her body.

When he entered the bedroom, he frowned. It looked more like his younger brother’s bedroom than any woman’s sleeping quarters. There were no decorations at all, and it was clear this was a room designed for two things: sleeping, and fucking.

Lisa turned to him, and saw him looking around at the room. She saw the twinge of a frown at the corners of his mouth, but then his eyes returned to her, and the warm smile he’d shown her so often returned. She went to him, and he embraced her, their lips connecting with even more passion. Jack slid his tongue out and very gently probed her lips. She parted them, and allowed his tongue to enter her mouth, soon to engage her own tongue, and then those tongues soon began dueling passionately.

Jack continued to kiss Lisa as he walked her over to the side of the bed, and then they sat. Very quickly, they lay down, still kissing. Jack allowed his one hand to play with her hair, his other held her waist. That hand slipped from her hip back onto her ass. Lisa moaned softly into his mouth, enjoying the feel of his touch.

After some minutes, they broke their kiss, and Jack sat up. Lisa didn’t quite feel the strength to move at the moment, and so just lay there, watching him. Jack removed his shirt, allowing it to fall to the floor. He turned to see her watching him, and smiled. He kicked off his own shoes, and reached down to pull off his socks. He didn’t want to go any further just yet; he wanted this to be a long, slow session for her. He was sure she’d never done it that way, and he knew it would be a surprise to her. He reached down, lifting her foot off the ground, and slipped off her shoe, then repeated the action with the other foot. He considered giving her a foot rub, but, no, that would have to wait; she’d never tolerate him taking that much time just now.

He lay back down beside her, leaning on his one elbow. She had rolled onto her back, and looked up at him with anticipation. He rested his free hand on her stomach, making light contact. Lisa inhaled sharply at the feel of his hand against her, and she was hoping it was going to move. Whether she wanted it to go up or down more, she couldn’t say, but she wanted it to move.

Move it did. Jack gingerly moved his hand up to her breast, very gingerly passing his fingers over the swell of her tit, allowing the very tips of his fingers to brush against the side of her nipple. Lisa moaned softly, arching her back to force more contact between her tit and Jack’s fingers, but he was having none of that. He pulled his hand away just enough to keep the contact the same, a very soft, arousing touch.

His hand slipped across to her other breast and continued the caress, driving Lisa mad with lust. She was trying to twist into him, but he read her movements, and continued to stroke ever so tenderly. She refused to bring her hands into it, mainly because she was enjoying the hell out of this. Any other guy she’d been with would have already been screwing her.

Jack’s hand eventually worked its way up to the top button on Lisa’s blouse, and unfastened it. His fingers tickled the newly exposed skin as they slipped down to the next button, and the next. Lisa was already sweating from arousal, and her attempt not to make him go faster. Her body was screaming for contact by the time he had her blouse fully unfastened. He’d even taken the time to undo her cuffs, to make it easy for her to get it off, when the time came.

Laying open the blouse, Jack exposed Lisa’s wonderful breasts to his view at last. They were as gorgeous as he’d imagined: large but firm, with tight, dark areolas. Her nipples were erect and standing a good half-inch off her tit. His hand, the one that had been doing all the torturing so far, returned to her abdomen, and then began its slow dance back up her body.

Lisa groaned loudly as his fingers found her nipple. He ran them, one at a time, over the sensitive little nub, and then he moved across to repeat the performance on her other nipple. Jack leaned down and kissed Lisa as his fingers continued to slither across her chest, doing incredible things to her body. Their tongues were soon dancing as rapidly as Jack’s fingers were, and Lisa was completely lost in the sensations.

Jack let their lips part, and his mouth then moved across her chin, and down to her neck, where it kissed and licked at her fair skin. Lisa was mewling at his ministrations, loving the feel of what he was doing to her. Slowly, his mouth continued to slide downward, across her chest and onto her tit. When his lips found her nipple, Lisa cried out, “Oh, yes!” Her back arched, thrusting her tit deeper into his willing mouth. He didn’t fight her this time, but continued to lick and suck at her nipple. When he switched over to her other breast, his now-free hand wandered down across her abdomen. As his tongue worked its magic on her nipple, his fingers worked their own magic on the fasteners on her pants. He soon had them undone, and his hand was massaging the panty-covered area of flesh just above her mound.

Lisa knew what he was doing, though she was barely capable of thought at this point. She lifted her hips repeatedly, hoping he would remove her damn pants. She took matters into her own hands, pulling them down past her hips, and exposing her entire crotch to Jack’s hand, if it so chose to wander.

Jack’s hand wandered further down, but slid past her groin onto her upper thighs. She parted her legs as much as she could to allow him access, but he didn’t yet make the move. Removing his lips from her nipple, he looked into her eyes. He could see the wanting, the needing, there, and he was ready to give it to her, but he wanted her to know just how good it could be when the other person cared. He slipped off the bed, his hands tracing along her body as he moved. As he stood up, his hands pulled her pants down. She moved her legs to help him get the tight garment off, and he let this, too, fall to the floor. While standing, he removed his own pants, but not his boxers. He didn’t want her to focus on it, just yet.

Lisa, however, was already pushing her panties down off her hips. Jack bowed to her initiative, and gently took hold of them, and pulled them off her legs. He quickly slipped back onto the bed next to her, and started to kiss her again. His hand now rested on her inner thigh, making small circles with his fingers and driving Lisa wild. His hand was ever so slowly inching its way upward, and Lisa was almost holding her breath, waiting for contact.

Finally, Jack’s fingers brushed against her pussy lips. Lisa groaned into his mouth, her body twitching in pleasure. He continued with feathery strokes, watching her body’s heat rise toward her summit. When he figured she was about half-way there, he broke their kiss.

Jack moved down her body, and it took Lisa a moment to figure out what he was going to do. When she did, she brought her hands to cover herself. Jack carefully and gently removed her hands, looking at her wonderful pussy, wet and ready for his attention.

“Jack, you don’t have to – Oh, my God!” her cry of pleasure cut short her protest as Jack’s tongue slipped along her outer lips, parting them in search of her inner heat. Lisa began to moan continuously as Jack’s tongue found its target and pressed in. He used his tongue as a small cock, pressing into her cunt with it, and then he pulled it out, licking around her hole and teasing her lips, then back in he’d go. Lisa was beginning to buck her hips at him, and she was crying out in joy.

Sensing the time was right, Jack moved his tongue upward, seeking and finding her clit, teasing it out of its hood, and then sucking it between his lips so that his tongue could flick it back and forth rapidly.

Lisa’s mind was in overload, and finally she succumbed to the pleasure she was feeling. She screamed out, and her body convulsed, her back arching and her head twisting to one side as her pussy flooded Jack’s face with her juices. Jack continued to suck throughout her orgasm, holding on as she bucked and writhed beneath him. He let go only as she was coming down from her high, and was panting heavily, barely able to move.

Jack moved up beside his lover, not wanting to make any unwarranted touches until she was a little more relaxed and ready. She had her eyes closed, and her chest was heaving in a fashion that was very pleasant to watch, at least for Jack. He laid his hand very softly against her abdomen, just to let her know he was still there. She opened her eyes and turned her face toward him, and smiled. It was the kind of look a woman only gives to a lover, and only when they have pleased her greatly. She reached up one hand – that seemed so hard for her to do – and cupped his cheek, and then pulled him down to her. She kissed him, tasting her juices for the first time. It wouldn’t have mattered what it tasted like, for she had never felt anything like that before.

Their kissing grew more passionate, and it was clear to Jack that she would soon be ready for more of his attention. His hand slipped back up to her tit, and began to fondle it just slightly more aggressively. He rolled the flesh in his hand, and gently pinched the nipple. Lisa groaned against his lips, her body obviously enjoying the sensations he was giving her. His hand slid down, off her breast, and moved for her mound. Her legs parted and her hips twisted in anticipation of where his fingers would dance next. When they crossed over her clit, she broke their kiss and cried out.

“Oh, God, Jack! I need you, please!”

He wasn’t going to deny her. He hadn’t been teasing, he simply wanted her to know how good it could be, if both partners tried. He rose from the bed only long enough to shed his underwear. Lisa watched as his erect cock was revealed. She hadn’t wanted anyone inside of her so badly since the first time she’d been laid. Jack clambered back onto the bed, sliding between Lisa’s legs. As he moved into position, he held his dick with one hand, positioning it at her cunt lips. He paused for just a moment, the pressure holding his prick in place, and he slid his hand up along her abdomen, across to her side, and then up, past her breast and finally coming to rest on her cheek. She turned her head and kissed his palm.

Jack slowly pushed forward, and Lisa mewed as she felt her pussy being filled by his hard cock. Jack moved his hand off her cheek, and down onto her breast, softly caressing the outside swell of her glorious mound. Gently but persistently, Jack pressed his dick into her gripping cunt, until he was finally buried in her depths.

Jack paused for a moment, just studying the beautiful girl beneath him. She looked up at him with hunger in her eyes, her pussy twitching against his cock, both urging him to continue. Slowly, Jack pulled out, leaving only the head of his cock in, and then pushed back in. He was moving a little faster than the first time, but not that much. Lisa began to ripple her pussy, trying to pull him into her faster, but he was unrelenting. He kept up the slow pace, watching how she moved, twisting and wriggling beneath him, her body loving every second of this kind of torture.

Jack leaned down and kissed her, their tongues immediately seeking each other out. He moved a little faster inside her as they continued to kiss. He used one hand to play with her nipple while the other hand supported him. Lisa brought her legs up to wrap around his thighs, holding him inside of her.

They kept up their rhythm for some time, Lisa becoming more and more aroused as Jack circled his hips during his thrusts, sliding into her from slightly different angles. She was in ecstasy, loving every second of their coupling.

Suddenly, Jack stopped, and shifted himself. Then he rolled to the side, pulling her with him. Her top leg came over top of his top leg, which was in turn curled over her bottom leg. His bottom arm held her strongly against him, and he began to thrust again. The change in position was nice, and it allowed his free hand to softly caress her side, and her back. Soon he was sliding into her with the same force he had been before, and he returned to kissing her as his hand roamed her body.

Lisa had never felt feelings this intense. She never wanted this to end, and yet she could feel her body building to a tremendous release, and she welcomed that. Jack was moving with her, complementing her body, rather than forcing his will upon it. Her hips pumped with his, her back arched as he pulled her against him. The two worked as one, and they were both engulfed in bliss.

After a little while, Jack could sense they were both close. He pulled her over, rolling onto his back so that she was on top of him. He didn’t let her sit up, but held her tightly to his chest. Her legs slipped outside of his, and then he lifted his knees. In this position, he finally began to ram into her harder, bucking his hips up at her.

Lisa was more than ready for the added strength of his thrusts, and her hips slammed down to meet each of his upward moves. Their mouths were tightly locked now, and they both had their eyes closed, waiting for the coming flood, hoping it would wash over them.

It wasn’t long in coming, and Lisa came first. Her body was wracked with spasms, even held in place by Jack’s strong arms. She screamed against his lips, and her pussy muscles clamped down on his pounding cock, milking it for all she was worth.

That sensation was more than Jack could take, and he slammed up into her one final time, pouring his spunk deep inside of her grunting back into her mouth, and holding her tightly to him. He was awash in the pleasant sensations of his climax and the wonderful girl held to his chest. She was lost in the ecstasy of her second orgasm of the night.

Finally, as had to happen, they finally came down. They broke their kiss, and Jack rolled them back onto their sides, not letting her go, but easing his hold on her. She smiled up at him in a way he didn’t quite understand, but she said nothing. Neither did he. He leaned down and kissed her again, this time softly, and she responded. When they broke the kiss, they each relaxed, Lisa held tenderly in Jack’s arms, and they slept.

===<<<+>>>===

Jack finally left Lisa’s home late the next morning. They’d slept, and showered, and then made love again before he’d gone. Lisa was in a haze for the entire weekend, and nearly danced her way into the office on Monday. The other workers noticed, but let the matter ride, figuring that if she wanted them to know about it, she’d tell them.

For Jack, the experience had also been pretty good. He spent the rest of his weekend trying to figure out just how he felt about the beautiful woman with the screwed-up love life, and whether he wanted to become a permanent part of her world.

The office, at least, got a clue at lunch that day, when Lisa came over to sit by Jack, and kissed him on the cheek before she sat down. Once she was sitting, he discreetly put his arm around her waist and gave her a firm squeeze. She smiled at his touch. 




The Big One



A couple of weeks ago my wife and I settled down to a quiet night in with a couple of videos and some wine. The rain had been lashing at the windows all day and had just turned to snow. Every so often, I would get up and have a look though the curtains to see how bad the weather was. 

"It looks pretty rough out there," I said to Susan. "I'm glad I'm in here and not stuck out there," I added.

"So and I," she said smiling. She had that twinkle in her eye, which meant that she was getting horny. Once she has had got through a bottle of wine she gets pretty uninhibited. She was slouched sexily across the couch. She was wearing a semi-transparent blouse with no bra on underneath. I could make out those gorgeous dark nipples straining against the fabric. Her short black skirt had rode up and her little lace white panties were clearly visible. I slid onto the couch next to her and as I leaned over to kiss her, I slipped my hand inside the blouse and gently tugged at her nipple. She moaned softly and grabbed the back of my head as she tongued me sexily.

Just then there was a knock at the door. I cursed the interruption as I got up to answer it adjusting my trousers so as to hide my already erect cock. I opened the front door and there standing in front of me was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She was in her mid twenties. Her long curly red hair, which was falling down over her shoulders, was already covered in snow. She was wearing a long black dress coat and she smiled at me from behind the collar which she had turned up to protect her face from the blizzardous conditions. Just then, a guy appeared at her side. He had just run up the drive to catch up to her and was a little out of breath. The woman smiled and informed me that their car had broken down. She asked if she could use our telephone to contact a garage. They had tried their mobile but could not get a signal in the storm. I invited them in to the house and showed the woman who had introduced herself as Samantha where the telephone was. The guy who was also in his twenties came in to the room with me while Samantha used the phone. He introduced himself as Chris. It was then that I noticed him casting furtive glances at Susan's tits. I had totally forgot that she had that see though blouse on. Susan did not seem to mind and had made no attempt to cover herself up. In fact I could see her eyeing Chris up. He was quite tall with fair hair and piercing blue eyes. He looked like the sort of guy who was into sports and keeping fit. 

It was then that Samantha came back into the room. She said that she had tried quite a few numbers and that no one was prepared to come out in the storm. They all said that it would not be until the morning that they could have a look at her car. Chris asked if there was anywhere locally where they could stay the night. I was just going through the different hotels and B & Bs in my mind when Susan announced that she would not hear of it. The pair of them could stay the night at our house. Chris and Samantha took off their coats and I noticed that they were soaked to the skin. They must have walked for a while in the rain and snow because their clothes were dripping wet. Susan quickly took charge and gave them some bath robes and towels and showed them where the shower was. While they disappeared, I asked Susan if she did not want to change her blouse. She brushed off my suggestion saying it was okay and that I was being a prude. 

"Anyway, you can't see that much" she said getting some more wine out from the rack. After about ten minutes, Samantha and Chris appeared wearing our bathrobes looking suitably refreshed. Susan gave them a huge glass of red wine each and quizzed them on all the things that women like to know. It transpired that they were newly married and that they were going out to a party when they broke down. As the night went on and the wine flowed, it became more apparent that they were newly married. They were snuggling up to each other holding hands and as the night wore on they started kissing each other passionately as if we were not there. Susan was getting in the same mood and we kissed a little. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that Chris had slipped his hand up Samantha's robe and was gently stroking the inside of her thigh. This was getting hot. Samantha suddenly stopped and asked Susan why she thought she had married Chris.

"Well, he's a good looking boy," my wife suggested.

"Yes, and because he has the biggest cock I have ever seen," added Samantha. 

It came as a bit of a shock to me hearing this sweet and innocent looking girl come out with such a statement.

"Oh, I see," was all that Susan could manage.

"You can have a look if you like" said Samantha. "I love showing it off to people. Would you like to see it?"

Without even looking at me, Susan nodded. Samantha who was now sitting on the floor looked up at Chris. She reached up and undid the tie on his robe and slowly opened the front and slipped it off his shoulders. I heard Susan gasp. Hanging loosely down from Chris's groin was the largest thing I have ever seen. It must have been about eight inches long and it wasn't even hard! His big balls were hanging down behind it from the effects of the hot shower, no doubt. I was right about Chris. His body was muscular and well toned. This guy obviously worked out. But it wasn't his physique but his cock that was the most impressive. Samantha reached up and gently tickled his balls. Susan and myself watched mesmerised as his cock slowly started to twitch and rise up to Samantha's ministrations. She then slowly, but firmly pulled his foreskin back tightly until you could see his glans, as big as a plum glowing an angry red colour. His cock was totally erect now and standing up past his navel. It looked as hard as granite.

Samantha looked at Susan. "Would you like to feel it?"

Susan looked at me and I nodded. I could feel precum oozing from my cock at the thought of watching my wife handling someone else's cock. 

"Yes please" she said smiling. She moved over the floor until she was kneeling next to Samantha. I followed her, my heart pounding with excitement. The thought of my wife fondling some other man's cock was giving me the biggest hard on my life. However, it was nothing compared to Chris's. This thing was huge. Samantha took Susan's hand and placed it on Chris's cock. She could not get her hand all the way round it. She just sat there hypnotised by its size. Samantha then started moved Susan's hand up and down the shaft for her and she snapped out of her daze.

"You want to touch it as well?" Samantha said looking at me. I felt a bit guilty and looked at Chris.

"It's okay mate," he said. I reached over and wrapped my hand round it higher up than Susan's and began wanking him off. Susan followed my lead.

"Do you want to suck it?" Samantha said. Susan who normally does not suck me off unless she is really drunk immediately placed her mouth over the end of Chris's cock taking those massive glans in her cheeks and started sucking. I took my hand off and watched in awe as she really got down to giving him a blowjob. Samantha joined in licking the underside of his shaft and taking his balls in her mouth. I looked up at Chris. He looked like he was in heaven and who would not be with two attractive women sucking their cock. Susan just stopped sucking to take a breath when Samantha caught her arm.

"Would you like to feel what it is like inside you?" she asked. Susan looked at me and before I said anything Samantha added that she would be missing the experience of a lifetime. Susan looked pleadingly at me. 

"Okay then, call it a late birthday present" I said smiling. Samantha took this as a signal to start unbuttoning Susan's blouse. 

"We've both been ogling these tits all night. We might as well see them in the flesh" Samantha said smiling. She slipped my wife's blouse away from her shoulders and her tits fell into view. Chris immediately reached for them and started expertly rubbing her nipples and gently squeezing her tits. Susan stood up and dropped her skirt to the floor. She was now standing there in just her lace panties - a small wet patch clearly visible through the silken material.

"You will need to get her very wet" Samantha said to me indicating Chris's huge cock bobbing around inches from our eyes. I gently pulled my wife's knickers down and she sat down on the couch opening her legs wide enough so that everyone had a good look at her jet-black crotch. I quickly got to work flicking her clit with the tip of my tongue the way she liked it. I ran my tongue up and down the full length of her lips for a couple of minutes before driving it up inside her like a little cock. Samantha came over and inserted a finger into my wife's crack and announced that she was wet enough.

"It's best doggy style" she said smiling at Susan. 

"Well I want the best" said Susan quickly slipping onto all fours on the carpet. Chris positioned himself behind her and gently rubbed the top of his cock around Susan's entrance. 

Susan let out a low moan. "Oh that's nice" she murmured. Chris took this as a signal and gently began sliding his monster inside her. "My God" Susan gasped as she took all of him in. She let out a loud deep moan as it kept going in. "God, this is incredible" she gasped.

Samantha told me to get underneath her and lick her clit the way I was doing before. I slid underneath her and what a site greeted me. My wife in all of her glory being rammed from behind by this thumping great monster. I started to lick her clit and then suck it into my mouth. I suddenly felt Samantha's hands pulling at the belt on my pants and sliding both my trousers and shorts down.

"Wow, you are excited" she said as I felt my cock spring into view. She started wanking me to the same rhythm as I was sucking Susan's clit. I then felt the unmistakable warm wet sensation of a mouth sliding over my shaft. At the sight me being sucked off by another woman, Susan collapsed into a crashing orgasm. Chris's cock started spasming before my eyes, which signalled that he was pumping his thick hot cum into my wife. I just got out from Susan before she collapsed in ecstasy on the carpet.

"You two carry on" she said between gasps of breath. Samantha stood up and dropped her robe. God, she was gorgeous. She had nice big firm tits and her crotch was neatly covered with a well trimmed thatch of copper curls. Her lips, however, had been expertly shaved smooth.

"I don't think I'll be much of a match for your husband" I apologised. 

"That's okay" she said "there are more things to fucking." She lay down on the floor and positioned me so that I was straddling her tits. She pushed them together and ordered me to fuck them. The way she ordered me around started to really turn me on. My cock was so wet it slipped easily in and out of her tits. My wife is not big enough to do this and it was a whole new experience for me.

"You, lick me now" she barked. At first I thought she meant me but when I made a move she grabbed my thighs. "Not you, your wife" she said. I was just about to tell her that Susan would probably not want to when I looked round and saw Susan eagerly licking her crotch. At the sight of this I nearly exploded. Chris was sitting cross legged watching us tend to his wife while he masturbated like fury. "Cum on my tits" Samantha shouted, "cum on my nipples." 

"I am going to" I grunted between thrusts. 

"You must do exactly as I tell you" Samantha gasped "cum on my nipples and then suck it off, will you do that?"

"Yes" I said being slightly bemused by the request. At this point I think I would have said anything.

"You promise?" she asked again.

I nodded. I looked round to see Susan licking away, her rear was in the air and Chris was positioned behind her clearly fucking her from behind for the second time that night. At the sight of this I felt myself starting to cum. I took my cock out from between Sam's tits and wanked it for all that it was worth, taking care to point it at one of Samantha's nipples. The first jet covered it in creamy cum. I quickly swapped it to her other nipple and gave that a blast. I repeated this a couple of times and drained the remnants over the rest of her tits.

"Lick it off now!" I heard Samantha yell, "make me clean."

I bent down and sucked her nipples dry savouring the not too unfamiliar taste of myself as Samantha shuddered to an incredible orgasm.

I cannot wait until April. My birthday is in April and Chris and Samantha have promised to come round and help me celebrate it.



The Big One:...



The Big One: A First Time Story

I lead a pretty mundane life, or at least I did until last week when I had an experience that changed my life.

I'm a digital photo editor and web designer, and for the last few years, I have worked in the adult industry, making web sites and taking/retouching photos for adult entertainment clients. Most of my friends bust my balls on a regular basis, "I bet you get laid all the time, taking pictures of naked chicks.", etc. In fact, nothing could be further from the truth.

Last Monday, I kissed my wife, patted the kids on the head, and went to work like every other day. I wasn't even thinking about the shoot for that day, it was a single male model doing nude glamour poses. I see 10-12 models a week, and they are fairly evenly mixed male and female.

I got to the studio, and I was the only one there. Usually I have a light tech or one of the bosses there, but I was on my own...which happens about half the time. I went about setting up, and right on time, the model walked in. He was a very average looking guy. Not a particularly great body, or particularly good looking, I briefly wondered exactly why the site owner was paying for professional photography, but then, it's not my job to judge, just to line 'em up and make the pics.

I introduced myself, we shook hands, and I explained that the dressing area was in the corner. Rob walked over and quickly undressed. It immediately became apparent why he had been sent here. He was hung like I had never seen before. I mean, I see a lot of naked people, but I had never seen a cock that big before. It had to be ten inches and he was just hanging...not even slightly aroused. He also had the thickest patch of pubic hair surrounding the base of his shaft I had ever seen.

The site owner had asked us to have him shave his pubic bush for the shoot, so I said over my shoulder, "They wanted you to trim your pubic hair for the shoot, Rob, the clippers are in the top drawer."

After a few minutes, I hadn't heard the clippers running, so I glanced over at him. He was standing there holding the clippers, looking at me kind of sheepishly.

"What's up?" I asked.

"I've never done this before...got any pointers?"

I walked over. "Just attach this length guide and kind of drag it against the grain of your pubic hair. It does all the work". He looked at me holding the clippers and the length guard, "Where does this go?" I took it from him and started to attach it to the business end of the clippers. "Listen", he said, "Could you do this for me? I never did it before, and I'm afraid I'm going to butcher it."

So I kneeled in front of him. My face just inches from the biggest cock I had ever seen. I'm not gay, I have never had any kind of sexual activity with a guy, but I have to say I was a little aroused being that close to that cock. I was also a little embarrassed that I had those feelings.

I turned on the clippers and awkwardly ran them through the top of his pubes, and a little shower of hair fell between his legs. "I'm going to have to make a little contact here to do this right," I stammered, "Just wanted to apologize in advance."

He smiled kind of sheepishly at me, "I guess it goes with the job, do whatever you have to do."

So here it was. The first time I had ever touched another man's cock, I rubbed my hands together and blew into them to warm them up. "That's mighty considerate of you", Rob chuckled. I laughed, too and took his huge member in my left hand. I heard him suck a quick breath in as I made contact and felt his cock stiffen ever so slightly as my fingers wrapped around the shaft. I pulled it down slightly to draw his skin taught and began to trim his pubic bush. The more hair I cut, the bigger his cock looked in my hand.

I lifted his mammoth penis so I could trim the hair growing around his shaft. The buzz of the clippers against his cock, and my warm hand started to make his cock grow harder and longer. I couldn't believe how big it was getting.

"Damn, Rob. Not for nothing, but that's gotta be the biggest cock I've ever seen." He was blushing, "Sorry it's getting hard...what you're doing down there feels pretty damn good." "I'm sorry", I said, "I'll try and make it go as quickly as possible."

"Take your time."

So I did. I didn't want to admit it, but I was enjoying it at least as much as he was. I had never felt someone else's cock get hard in my hand before. Mine was getting hard, too.

I held his cock tighter and ran the buzzing clippers over his balls. I heard him moan and his huge cock was reaching it's full potential in my hand.

"Did you use one of those pumps? Or do some kind of exercises to get this so big?" I asked.

He laughed, "Looking to increase your size?". I looked up at him and nodded.

"Well," and he leaned back against the dressing table, "maybe that saying that you are what you eat is true...couldn't hurt to try, huh?". We both laughed.

I was done trimming him and I set down the clippers, but I still had his cock in my hand. I started to rub the loose hairs off the shaft and a little bubble of precum oozed from the tip. That cock had to be 13" long if it was an inch. I smoothed the precum around the head and I could feel his huge shaft throbbing in my hand.

I was still trying in vain to maintain the pretense of cleaning the trimmings off his crotch, but he had thrown caution to the wind, was leaning back and really enjoying having his cock stroked.

As recently as 20 minutes earlier, I had never touched another man's cock before, and here I was, actually considering putting the biggest one I had ever seen in my mouth. I gently blew the last couple of stray hairs off the head of his cock. He gasped. His cock was throbbing in my hand. "Dude...please...help me out here", he stammered.

I slowly started to really stroke his shaft in earnest. He placed one of his hands on top of my head and started to gently pull my face towards his cock head. It was put up or shut up time. I wrapped both hands around his shaft and licked the head of his cock. "Oh shit!" I heard him gasp. I had never even thought how I would suck a cock before. I took the head in my mouth and swirled my tongue around the head. I began sucking on it, stroking his shaft, like I was milking it into my mouth. My saliva made his shaft glisten and get slippery. My hand was pumping fast. I loved the taste of his precum in my mouth. I was sucking the head of his cock like a rib bone at a barbecue.

I felt him tense, but I didn't realize what was happening until I felt his first blast shoot between my lips. I was surprised and gagged a little; because I was sucking so feverishly that his load was spurting right down my throat. But I liked it. I kept sucking. I pushed about 5 inches of his huge cock into my mouth and squeezed it to make sure I got every last drop of cum from his shaft.

He kept spurting. I couldn't believe how much cum he made, or how much I loved it. He finally pulled his cock from my mouth and seemed a little embarrassed. "I'm sorry, man. I'm not like gay or anything." "Me neither", I replied, "I've never done anything like that before. We still have to do the shoot, you know, you better go get cleaned up, huh?"

He went into the bathroom. I licked some cum juice off my hand and started checking my digital camera, not even pausing to clean up the load I had creamed in my pants.



The Big One



A lighthearted flash story of a man who becomes insecure with the size of his penis.

*****

I was 25 when Joanie and I got married. She was a tall, very attractive 23 year old and I loved her dearly. Her first copulation was uncomfortable but she was deep and I knew she'd get used to it. After all, most women I'd known learned to enjoy it. She was no exception, so after about a year, we fit together perfectly. She was tight and had the most explosive orgasms, particularly when she rode on top.

I began to tease her, asking how she enjoyed owning the biggest cock in the neighborhood. At first, it merely added to our sex play, but after awhile, she smirked and rolled her eyes whenever I mentioned it.

One Saturday afternoon, I was doing my outside chores and began to get horny. What I badly needed was a little afternoon delight. There were a bunch of Joanie's neighborhood girlfriends sitting around the kitchen table, drinking wine and snickering.

When I fetched a glass of water, the snickering stopped and all eyes gravitated to my crotch, admiring my bulge, maybe a quarter hardon. It was obvious Joanie had been talking to them about my package so I gave them all a big smile and my best 'eat your heart out' grin, then returned to my outside duties.

My quarter hardon turned to semi after the women left. I grabbed Joanie's ass and screwed her right there on the living room rug. After she washed my dick with her cum, I asked her, "Did your friends get turned on from the bulge in my shorts?"

"Might have got them horny," she chuckled, "They left for home early in search of their husbands."

"Too bad they'll never know what a real dick feels like," I lamented smugly, "Now, how about squeezing those incredible pussy muscles and we'll go around again."

She did and we took it to our bedroom for another very pleasurable coupling. Again, I let her know how lucky she was to have the biggest dick in the neighborhood.

--

It was the next Saturday afternoon when she dragged me into the bedroom, "Honey, I want to give you something very special," she tittered, "Do you trust me?"

"Of course."

"I'm going to tie you down to the bed and have my way with you. OK?"

Sounded great! I nodded and she handcuffed my wrists to the bedposts.

"You know, honey, I do love you dearly... But I'm getting just a little bit tired of you bragging about your dick."

"Well, if you've got it, flaunt it," I chuckled, "You know it's the truth..."

"Maybe... maybe not," she interrrupted, "I've got a few women here who are going to look it over and give me an opinion."

"How are they going to do that by just looking at it?"

"Well... ummm... I might let them play with it a bit too," she smiled.

"Joanie, don't you think this is a bit dangerous. I mean, what if they decide to... well..."

"Don't worry, they'll be very gentle, but I've given them carte blanche to do anything they need to do a proper evaluation."

"But Joanie, what if they decide to play cowgirl and ride?" I asked incredulously.

"It'll be OK this once. That way, we'll both know the truth."

This was surreal, but at the same time, I'd always wondered about some of her friends' pussies. My dick began to rise, "Well, if you're OK with it, then bring 'em on. I'll give them a little fun they'll never forget."

"One more thing, honey, I'll have to blindfold you. It wouldn't do if you recognized them. They must remain anonymous."

"I can live with that... and I won't disappoint them, I promise..." I let out a horse laugh.

After the blindfold was in place, I felt a pair of small hands surround my cock, stroking it. She didn't dally long before crawling up on top of me and steering my cock into her love hole. She was a small woman and not very deep so I guessed it was her friend Melissa.

She bounced and grunted until her juices flowed down my pole, her very tight pussy bringing me with her, clenching her muscles, trying to drain every drop of my essence. Then with a shudder and a sigh, she dismounted.

More whispers and giggles coming from the hallway next to our bedroom. Soon I felt a warm washcloth clean my dick and a mouth cover my cockhead. It wasn't long before I was again fully erect.

The bed sank when she climbed over me. This had to be her fat friend Audrey. She grabbed my dick, poking it into her hole, sinking down on it... And what a big sloppy hole it was too. Her body ground in a circle on top of me, her big clit digging into my pubis. My cock flopped around inside her until she managed to get herself off... but not me.

I was still hard when the washcloth again performed its ministrations and another mouth went down on my raging hardon. Again I felt the mattress shift as she sank down on me. A tit brushed against my mouth and I latched onto an extra long nipple. 

This had to be big titted Barbara. She slid back and forth on me, being careful not too disengage her tit from my mouth. Struggling, I tried not to come in that snug hole until her pussy fluttered, then I let fly. I heard a loud 'pussy pop' as she disengaged... Best one so far.

The fourth took a lot longer to get me up even though she had a very talented mouth. Long bony fingers wrapped around my dick and my balls. This had to be her tall skinny friend, Alice. Another sloppy hole, but she came after only a few strokes, leaving me high and dry.

There was giggling at the front door as the women left and I heard the door close.

Joanie came into the bedroom and removed my blindfold, then pulled off her clothes.

"I see the last one didn't get you off," she laughed as she sank down on my meat. God, I loved her pussy, we fit together so nicely.

"Who were they? Melissa, Audrey, Barb, Alice...?"

"Heavens no, none of those, all my friends are happily married."

"Then who? Your mother's friends?"

"No, don't be silly... what would my father say if he found out?"

"OK, now I understand. You hired some hookers..."

"Nope, too expensive, I was going on the cheap... Please, honey, I'm just about there... Please suck on one of my puppies," she whined, intent on shutting me up until she got her satisfaction.

She had a perfect hole; hot, spongy, deep, tight, well muscled. It was the best fuck I'd had that afternoon. I actually felt sorry for the mates of those other women. They would never know anyone like Joanie. At least, I hoped not. We were so perfectly tuned, she never had to tell me when she was ready to come. She used a little body and pussy language and we came together as always.

"Perfect," she exhaled with a big grin, as she unfettered me, "Just fucking perfect."

"You didn't answer my question, Joanie, who were those women?"

"Honey, why don't you just let it go? You don't need to know."

"But I do. What if I run into them someday?"

"That's exactly what I'm worried about. You looked like you were really enjoying yourself... You may decide to do it again if you meet up with one of them," she laughed.

"Not a chance, they can't hold a candle to you, sweetheart," I cajoled.

"OK, promise you won't get mad?" she sighed. 

"I promise."

"It was my grandmother's bridge club."

A pail of ice water would have felt better at that moment. I jumped off the bed and stared down at her.

"For chrissakes, those old hags? No wonder I couldn't feel any teeth on my cock..."

"Don't get mad, honey, they were only providing an opinion," she smiled.

"Well, at least they had the thrill of a big cock," I surmised.

"Actually," she giggled, "a couple of them were disappointed. They hoped you would have been a lot larger, at least as big as their deceased husbands."

I was in shock... dethroned, humbled. Never again would I be able to brag mine was cock of the walk. And to be sure, Joanie would never let me forget it either.

--

She tried to arouse me that night in bed. Nothin' doin', limp as a wet noodle. 

The next day was Sunday and her girlfriends came over. I hid in the study and listened to them laughing in the kitchen. Every giggle and titter stabbed at my heart... Surely, they were discussing me.

That night Joanie tried again, more aggressively this time. She took my limp dick in her mouth and sucked like a vacuum... No response.

--

Monday morning, I walked to work as usual. Every old lady I passed smiled at me, stealing a glance at my crotch... Anyway, I thought they did. By now, the news must have spread all over town. I began to walk down side streets and alleys, trying to avoid meeting anybody.

Joanie was exasperated. She played with my noodle every night, but as usual, there was no reaction, "Honey, please try harder, I need you badly," she whined.

"Doesn't seem to want to stand up," I apologized.

"What's wrong with you? Is your ego that fragile?" she asked.

"Joanie, now that you know I don't have the biggest cock around, are you going to find a bigger one?" I was thoroughly depressed, afraid she thought I owed her one for screwing those old broads.

"I just MIGHT HAVE TO, if I can't get this one up," she replied angrily.

"That's what I thought. Just spare me the humiliation by not doing it while I'm around... OK?" 

"Fuck you," she swore and rolled over away from me, the bed shaking with her sobs. I spooned and tried to comfort her, my limp dick in the crack of her ass... How the hell were we going to get past this?

--

A week later, it was her grandmother's turn to host the bridge club. Since her house was too small for the four tables of sixteen ladies, they used our den. There was no way I could face those women and listen to their taunting laughter so I grabbed my jacket and made my exit through the back door, heading for the neighborhood watering hole.

The place was busy so I sat down at the bar next to an old guy with the biggest nose and ears I'd ever seen, "Hi, you from around here," I tried to make some conversation.

"Yeah, don't get out much anymore," he chuckled, "Wife keeps me pretty busy, y'know."

"Doing?"

"Doing what a man is good for," he grinned.

We talked and kidded and drank several beer. When he went to the bathroom for a whiz, I followed. Standing next to him, his thunderous piss hit the back of the urinal as I leaned over to have a look at his dick. His hose was longer than mine when I was hard.

"What's with you? You some kind of a pervert?" he asked as he caught me peeking.

"Uh... no... just curious..."

"Well, don't make a pass at me, fella, I'm not built that way," he scolded as he zipped up and headed back to the bar, "I'd better get going, I still have a duty to perform before bedtime," he said, draining the rest of his glass.

"Let me buy you one for the road," I begged, wanting to know more about his dick.

"OK, one quick one," he consented.

After the beer came, I asked, "Were you born with a big dick?"

"What's wrong, young fella, yours too small for your wife?"

I must have blushed.

"Don't worry about it," he sympathized, "it'll work out."

He tipped his glass up for a sip, his probiscus so big, it dragged in his beer.

The epiphany hit me like a thunderbolt. No, of course he wasn't born with that big schnoz and elephant ears, those appendages grew with age. And if those grew, then ALL appendages grew.

--

The bridge club was still in session when I crept around to the back deck and laid down on a chaise lounge, waiting. When they all left, I found Joanie in the kitchen, crying.

"You're back," she sobbed, looking surprised.

I grabbed her ass and pulled her into the bedroom. I dropped my drawers, my hard dick pointing to the ceiling.

"Yes, you're back," she reiterated, staring to my dick, shucking her dress, and splaying herself on the bed. I loaded my meat into her delectable love hole.

"Oh, my, you ARE back," she squealed as she felt my hard cock stroke into her welcoming pussy.

"Yeah," I grunted, "And don't EVER worry about the size of it, it'll grow with us."

JOANIE

I can read my man like a book. If he wants to believe his thingy will grow with age, then let him. Right now, he's a thick seven inches and it fills me perfectly... By the time he finds out he has an ordinary cock, I'll have gotten a lot of mileage out of it... Now, please excuse me, I gotta get back to my man...

"YES... YESSSS... fuck me with that big horse cock... Right there... Oh God... I'm gonna die..."

THE END



The Big Pay Out



The wind blustered through the man made canyons of the city, the reflection of the street light struggled out of a muddy puddle in the road, a bedraggled cat hissed at my feet from the soggy pile of garbage that littered the sidewalk, Fifth Avenue it isn't, and two in the morning isn't a good time to be here.

In the distance a trumpet wailed its sorrow into the night. The note had said to follow that sound. I turned my head from side to side trying to decide from which direction it had come. I turned right into an even more depressing alley and, as I got nearer, the trumpet was joined by a bass, drums, guitar and piano. From what I could hear of the notes that fought their way to my ears through the other night sounds, the band wasn't half bad.

A flickering red neon led me to a bar at the very end of the alley. It was surrounded by trash bins that overflowed onto the pavement. Pushing the door open I entered a world of smoke, of beer smells and the sounds of despair. The trumpet player lay down his instrument and began to sing in a voice that told of too many cigarettes, too much bad whisky and too much sadness, John Lee Hooker he wasn't but the small crowd sat in rapt silence while he sang, empathizing with his lament.

I grabbed a stool at the bar, "What's your poison?" The woman behind the bar matched the ambience of this place, her once blond hair tinted yellow by the smoke, her once pretty face scarred by age and lack of sleep, the only thing that seemed to have survived the ravages of time was her figure, or at least the part of it that I was allowed to see.

"Whisky, straight up." I slapped some money on the bar. "I don't suppose you tell me where I can find Laura Lee Jones?"

She served me an extra shot of whisky and passed the glass to me. "You've found her. You must be Johnny."

I took a business card from my pocket and passed it over, "This card says I am and it's my card so I guess I am." I took a swig of the whisky and wished that I hadn't, I hated to think of the damage this was going to do to my guts on the way through. "Whew!" I winced to show my displeasure. "When was this made, yesterday?"

"You some sort of connoisseur are you? My regular customers don't complain."

"They probably don't have any taste buds left."

"Hang around, the band will be finishing their set in ten minutes or so and then the crowd will clear off and we can talk. Why don't you take a load off in that booth over there." Her nod indicated a booth occupied by a woman who looked as she too had seen better days.

I slid in opposite her and put my glass down. A quivering hand reached out and grabbed it, the glass rattled against her teeth as her unsteady hand tilted it up, emptying it in one gulp. "Help yourself, why don't you."

"I just did. Got a smoke?" I shook a Camel out of the pack for her and one for myself, she grabbed it like it was her last and stuffed it between her lipstick smeared lips. I took the Zippo out of my jacket and torched hers before I lit mine. Snapping the lighter shut I tried to ignore her. "You looking for some action?"

"Nah, I gave it up for Lent."

We sat in silence, each lost in our separate world, me thinking about what Laura Lee wanted from me and she, well I couldn't tell what world she inhabited.

The band finished their set and put down their instruments, the fact that they weren't packing them away tells me that this was their regular gig. The customers shuffled out as the band moved over to the bar for one last free drink before heading out to wherever.

My companion stood shakily to her feet, "You sure you don't want to take me home?"

"Sorry Sweetheart, but I've gotta get home to the little lady." It was a lie but she wasn't to know that, in fact in an hour she will have forgotten all about me.

Laura Lee locked the door and came and sat down in the booth. "I see you hit it off with Sadie." She put another glass of whisky in front of me, "That's to replace the one she took."

"You did that on purpose didn't you?" I held it to my nose, it didn't singe my nose hairs so I knew it was a different brew to the other stuff, probably last week's batch. I took a sip and it slid down smoothly. "Nice, private stock is it?"

"Yeah, I keep this for special clients."

"How can I help you?"

"I want you to find my no good husband." I could tell by the tone of her voice that there was no love lost between her and the missing husband.

"I gather that you would prefer it if he came up dead."

"You gather right. The no-good son-of-a-bitch was not only stealing money from me but he was putting it about with just about anyone and he didn't care if I knew it. He even fucked your friend here."

"You're kidding me right?"

"No. I went out into the alleyway to chuck some trash in the dumpster and there he was up to his balls in that scrawny slag."

I get the picture. "When was the last time you saw him?"

"Right after I chucked him out the door last Monday night. I had just had a visit from a couple of very big and mean looking guys who were collecting on behalf of one of the local bookies. It seems he was into them for several grand and these guys suggested that if he didn't pay up, and soon, he would regret it."

"I don't suppose you know the name of this bookie do you?"

"Benny someone or other, I didn't quite get the last name, but I gather he is big time."

"They don't come much bigger. There's a good chance your husband is currently feeding the sharks in the ocean."

"If he is can you prove it?"

"Probably not, but I might get lucky you never know. I don't suppose you filed a Missing Persons report."

"I did, but it's probably not much use, the cops didn't seem terribly interested, especially after I told them that he owed Benny money. I figure they came to the same conclusion you did."

"I'll call by tomorrow night to let you know how what investigation turns up." I got up and walked out into a night of misery. It had come to this, my partner had left to set up his own agency about six months ago, with my wife. He was the money man of the J&T Detective Agency, (Discretion guaranteed), and I was the poor schmuck who did the detecting. I drew wages and he drew what was left, that wasn't the deal when we started out but after he left I found out that he had done a damn sight better from the business than I had.

I grabbed a couple of hour's shuteye before hitting the pavements. It didn't take long for me to find out that my man had run up a large tab at the track and was stalling for time hoping for a big enough pay out so that he could clear his debts. Like all gambling fools he had lost sight of the fact that his chances of that big pay out was on the same level as a snowball's chance of survival in hell. The word on the street was that Benny had lost patience with him, and we all knew what that meant. All I had to do was prove it. So I paid a visit to Benny.

My first hurdle was to get by the goon at the front door of Benny's office. "Whachewant?" He made the Neanderthal man look intelligent.

"I wish to see Your Boss." Straight forward enough request I thought.

"The boss isn't seeing no-one, so shove off."

I gave him a hard right to the bread basket that doubled him over then a swift knee to the face, he stood there with blood streaming from his nose and a bewildered look on his ugly puss. He thought about having a slug at me, a minute later he had a second thought and decided against it. "Why don't you be a good person and go and speak to your boss, all you have to do is tell him that Johnny Anderson would like a chat." I could hear him muttering my name over and over as he left. After several minutes he came back.

"The boss'll see ya." He looked hurt but he let me by.

I didn't knock, "Hiya Benny, long time no see." I held out my paw for him to shake. He ignored it and nodded towards a chair. I sat.

"What do you want?" He made it sound as if I was wasting my time even talking to him, which I probably was.

"I'm looking for one of your clients who's gone missing. You wouldn't happen to know where Andy Jones is, would you?"

"Why would I, I don't get involved in petty hustlers like him."

"I didn't ask if you'd seen him, what I asked was if you knew where he was?"

"What makes you think I'd know where he is?"

"Rumor has it that he was into you for a lot of money so I would hazard a guess that he has met an untimely death and is shark bait, I could be wrong mind you, but it seems to me that when anyone owes you as much as he does they seem to end up that way, or at least there are rumors to that effect."

"Wise guy aren't you. Okay, let's just say that I know what happened to him but I don't know where he is. You should ask your ex-partner about that."

"Why, what has he got to do with this?"

"He was contracted to carry out the hit, and I won't say who asked him to, and dispose of the body."

I thanked him for his information and left, getting a nasty stare from the gorilla at the door. For fun I shaped as if to have another shot at him and he cowered against the wall. Benny will have to look for another goon.

My next port of call was at the new, swish, modern office of my former partner. His receptionist looked familiar, after all I had been married to her for several years. "You look great sweetheart, now can I have a chat to Terry?"

The look that she gave me told me that she still couldn't stand my efforts at sarcasm. She pushed a button on her intercom and his voice came through the speaker, "Yes, what is it?"

"Johnny is here and wants to speak to you."

"Send him in." I went in and found him sitting at his desk trying to look as if he was flat out with work. I knew better and it didn't fool me.

"What do you want?" I don't know why he should be angry with me, I didn't walk out on him and take his wife with me, I didn't take the company's client records with me, thinking that I would have all of the business sewn up, and I'm not having to live with the fact that the clients remained loyal to me so that when he called on them they told him to shove his agency up his arse.

"Nice place you've got here, must be costing you a fortune, more than you're earning, but even I didn't think that you'd even sink so low as to do Benny's dirty work for him."

"What do you mean?"

"I understand that you took Andy Jones for a ride and fed him to the fishes."

"Who told you that?" I noticed that he didn't deny it.

"A little canary sang an interesting song."

"Why are you telling me this, what's in it for you."

"I figured that I'm due for a big pay out."

"Is this blackmail?"

"No, I've bigger fish to fry, if you'll pardon the pun." I could have stayed a little longer exchanging witty repartee but I couldn't be bothered wasting my time. I left him there puzzling about my next move. I didn't keep him in suspense long. I called into see my friend Lieutenant Callaway at the precinct house. "Hey Lou, did you ever find Andy Jones?"

"No, we figured if we ever found him that there would be so little left of him that he'd be just another John Doe with no means of identification. What do you know?"

"I don't know where he is but I do know who took him there, and probably rubbed him out as well. I think you should go take a look and Terry's Chevy, if you look around in the trunk you might find some blood which will match Andy's blood type."

"What makes you think your old partner had anything to do with this?"

"Business hasn't been all that good for him lately and he needs money badly, badly enough to do this job for Benny. If you can finger him for it you might get Benny as well, lean on him a little and he'll squeal like a stuck pig."

"Sure thing." I knew that Lou had been trying to pin some sort of rap on Benny for a long time but every time he thought he had him, Benny showed up with his lawyer and a whole bunch of people who were prepared to swear on a stack of Bibles that Benny the upright citizen was somewhere else at the time the crime was committed.

I had the answers I was looking for and all that remained was to pass the message on.

The wind blustered through the man made canyons of the city, the reflection of the street light struggled out of a muddy puddle in the road, a bedraggled cat hissed at my feet from the soggy garbage that littered the sidewalk, Fifth Avenue it isn't, and two in the morning wasn't a good time to be here.

In the distance a trumpet wailed its sorrow into the night. I didn't need the note to tell me to follow that sound. I turned right into the even more depressing laneway and the trumpet was joined by a bass, drums, guitar and piano. What I could hear of the notes that fought their way to my ears through the other night sounds, the band wasn't half bad.

A flickering red neon led me to a bar at the very end of the lane. It was surrounded by trash bins that overflowed onto the pavement. Pushing the door open I entered a world of smoke, of beer smells and the sounds of despair. The trumpet player lay down his instrument and began to sing in a voice that told of too many cigarettes, too much bad whisky and too much sadness, John Lee Hooker he wasn't but the small crowd sat in rapt silence while he sang.

I sat at the bar and Laura Lee reached under it for a bottle of her special whisky, poured a generous one for each of us and came over to me.

"What news have you got for me?"

"I have either good news or bad news, you decide." I couldn't think of a gentler way to break the news to her so I came straight out with it. "What does it feel like to be a widow?"

"You mean?"

"That's right Babe he's dead. I know who did it and the police will probably arrest him soon, and they might even have enough to charge Benny over it."

"That's great! I know this sounds callous but I'm not sad that he's dead. He was a worthless bastard living so he can't be any worse dead. I had a look at his insurance policy and there's a large amount of money coming my way, enough to pay off what's owing on this place and leave me with a little funny money just for myself, I might even be able to hire someone to look after the joint while I take a vacation."

"Well it seems like a satisfactory result all round and I guess I have another satisfied customer."

"Are you? Satisfied I mean."

"As satisfied as I can be under the circumstances."

"Stick around, I would like to pay you tonight."

I stuck around. We were in her office. She gave me a wad of notes that was more than I was going to charge her. "Now I'll give you your bonus." She came into my arms and kissed me hard on the lips, her mouth opened and her tongue snaked forward between my lips. My tongue met hers with a hunger that scared me, I hadn't realized that I needed sex so bad.

My hand went to her breast, I could feel her hard nipple through her blouse and bra. She moaned and pushed herself against my hand, her hips pushed forward and ground against my hard cock. One of her hands released itself from my neck and she reached between us and undid my trousers, her hand pushed under the waistband of my shorts and grabbed hold of my cock. "I want this inside me now." There was an urgency in her voice that told me that she was as hungry for sex as I was.

I swept aside the papers on her desk and picked her up, laying her down I took off her skirt and blouse leaving her with only black lace panties and bra. From my angle she looked very inviting so I slipped her panties down over her hips and she opened her legs revealing her dripping wet pussy, even more inviting. I lifted her legs up over my shoulders and pushed my cock inside her. She was tighter than I'd expected, I had thought that by her looks she had been around the block a few times but her pussy was squeezing my cock as it went in and out.

"Oh this is so good, you are much bigger than my bastard of a husband, not that I got that much from him, he was too busy spreading it around." Her eyes closed and her breath was coming in short gasps "Oh God this is good, I'm coming, quick, harder, harder." I was an obedient kind of guy so I fucked her harder and we both came in a fireworks display that was equal to any Fourth of July. 

I took my cock out of her, bent down and licked her pussy clean. So of course she reciprocated, licking the juices from my cock and balls. We adjourned to her apartment over the bar and were side by side on her bed. I looked at her closely for the first time under a decent light, she must have been something of a beauty not that long ago because she wasn't as hard looking as she appeared under the lighting of the bar, in fact she was still good looking and I could get used to this. I kissed her softly on the lips and she rolled over onto her front and lifted her hips into the air. Moving behind her I mounted her and fucked her until we both came again.

Laying back and enjoying a post fuck Camel, she rested her head on my shoulder and exhaled a cloud of smoke towards the ceiling. "Here I was thinking that I would give you a bonus by letting you fuck me, but it was me that got the bonus. We, Stud, are going to have to keep this up until you catch up to me."

Like I said I'm and obedient kind of guy so I agreed with her that we should keep going. We've been at it now for two years and Laura Lee tells me that I still haven't caught up. That's my big pay out.

The Big Pay Out

The wind blustered through the man made canyons of the city, the reflection of the street light struggled out of a muddy puddle in the road, a bedraggled cat hissed at my feet from the soggy pile of garbage that littered the sidewalk, Fifth Avenue it isn't, and two in the morning isn't a good time to be here.

In the distance a trumpet wailed its sorrow into the night. The note had said to follow that sound. I turned my head from side to side trying to decide from which direction it had come. I turned right into an even more depressing alley and, as I got nearer, the trumpet was joined by a bass, drums, guitar and piano. From what I could hear of the notes that fought their way to my ears through the other night sounds, the band wasn't half bad.

A flickering red neon led me to a bar at the very end of the alley. It was surrounded by trash bins that overflowed onto the pavement. Pushing the door open I entered a world of smoke, of beer smells and the sounds of despair. The trumpet player lay down his instrument and began to sing in a voice that told of too many cigarettes, too much bad whisky and too much sadness, John Lee Hooker he wasn't but the small crowd sat in rapt silence while he sang, empathizing with his lament.

I grabbed a stool at the bar, "What's your poison?" The woman behind the bar matched the ambience of this place, her once blond hair tinted yellow by the smoke, her once pretty face scarred by age and lack of sleep, the only thing that seemed to have survived the ravages of time was her figure, or at least the part of it that I was allowed to see.

"Whisky, straight up." I slapped some money on the bar. "I don't suppose you tell me where I can find Laura Lee Jones?"

She served me an extra shot of whisky and passed the glass to me. "You've found her. You must be Johnny."

I took a business card from my pocket and passed it over, "This card says I am and it's my card so I guess I am." I took a swig of the whisky and wished that I hadn't, I hated to think of the damage this was going to do to my guts on the way through. "Whew!" I winced to show my displeasure. "When was this made, yesterday?"

"You some sort of connoisseur are you? My regular customers don't complain."

"They probably don't have any taste buds left."

"Hang around, the band will be finishing their set in ten minutes or so and then the crowd will clear off and we can talk. Why don't you take a load off in that booth over there." Her nod indicated a booth occupied by a woman who looked as she too had seen better days.




The Big Pay Out



I slid in opposite her and put my glass down. A quivering hand reached out and grabbed it, the glass rattled against her teeth as her unsteady hand tilted it up, emptying it in one gulp. "Help yourself, why don't you."

"I just did. Got a smoke?" I shook a Camel out of the pack for her and one for myself, she grabbed it like it was her last and stuffed it between her lipstick smeared lips. I took the Zippo out of my jacket and torched hers before I lit mine. Snapping the lighter shut I tried to ignore her. "You looking for some action?"

"Nah, I gave it up for Lent."

We sat in silence, each lost in our separate world, me thinking about what Laura Lee wanted from me and she, well I couldn't tell what world she inhabited.

The band finished their set and put down their instruments, the fact that they weren't packing them away tells me that this was their regular gig. The customers shuffled out as the band moved over to the bar for one last free drink before heading out to wherever.

My companion stood shakily to her feet, "You sure you don't want to take me home?"

"Sorry Sweetheart, but I've gotta get home to the little lady." It was a lie but she wasn't to know that, in fact in an hour she will have forgotten all about me.

Laura Lee locked the door and came and sat down in the booth. "I see you hit it off with Sadie." She put another glass of whisky in front of me, "That's to replace the one she took."

"You did that on purpose didn't you?" I held it to my nose, it didn't singe my nose hairs so I knew it was a different brew to the other stuff, probably last week's batch. I took a sip and it slid down smoothly. "Nice, private stock is it?"

"Yeah, I keep this for special clients."

"How can I help you?"

"I want you to find my no good husband." I could tell by the tone of her voice that there was no love lost between her and the missing husband.

"I gather that you would prefer it if he came up dead."

"You gather right. The no-good son-of-a-bitch was not only stealing money from me but he was putting it about with just about anyone and he didn't care if I knew it. He even fucked your friend here."

"You're kidding me right?"

"No. I went out into the alleyway to chuck some trash in the dumpster and there he was up to his balls in that scrawny slag."

I get the picture. "When was the last time you saw him?"

"Right after I chucked him out the door last Monday night. I had just had a visit from a couple of very big and mean looking guys who were collecting on behalf of one of the local bookies. It seems he was into them for several grand and these guys suggested that if he didn't pay up, and soon, he would regret it."

"I don't suppose you know the name of this bookie do you?"

"Benny someone or other, I didn't quite get the last name, but I gather he is big time."

"They don't come much bigger. There's a good chance your husband is currently feeding the sharks in the ocean."

"If he is can you prove it?"

"Probably not, but I might get lucky you never know. I don't suppose you filed a Missing Persons report."

"I did, but it's probably not much use, the cops didn't seem terribly interested, especially after I told them that he owed Benny money. I figure they came to the same conclusion you did."

"I'll call by tomorrow night to let you know how what investigation turns up." I got up and walked out into a night of misery. It had come to this, my partner had left to set up his own agency about six months ago, with my wife. He was the money man of the J&T Detective Agency, (Discretion guaranteed), and I was the poor schmuck who did the detecting. I drew wages and he drew what was left, that wasn't the deal when we started out but after he left I found out that he had done a damn sight better from the business than I had.

I grabbed a couple of hour's shuteye before hitting the pavements. It didn't take long for me to find out that my man had run up a large tab at the track and was stalling for time hoping for a big enough pay out so that he could clear his debts. Like all gambling fools he had lost sight of the fact that his chances of that big pay out was on the same level as a snowball's chance of survival in hell. The word on the street was that Benny had lost patience with him, and we all knew what that meant. All I had to do was prove it. So I paid a visit to Benny.

My first hurdle was to get by the goon at the front door of Benny's office. "Whachewant?" He made the Neanderthal man look intelligent.

"I wish to see Your Boss." Straight forward enough request I thought.

"The boss isn't seeing no-one, so shove off."

I gave him a hard right to the bread basket that doubled him over then a swift knee to the face, he stood there with blood streaming from his nose and a bewildered look on his ugly puss. He thought about having a slug at me, a minute later he had a second thought and decided against it. "Why don't you be a good person and go and speak to your boss, all you have to do is tell him that Johnny Anderson would like a chat." I could hear him muttering my name over and over as he left. After several minutes he came back.

"The boss'll see ya." He looked hurt but he let me by.

I didn't knock, "Hiya Benny, long time no see." I held out my paw for him to shake. He ignored it and nodded towards a chair. I sat.

"What do you want?" He made it sound as if I was wasting my time even talking to him, which I probably was.

"I'm looking for one of your clients who's gone missing. You wouldn't happen to know where Andy Jones is, would you?"

"Why would I, I don't get involved in petty hustlers like him."

"I didn't ask if you'd seen him, what I asked was if you knew where he was?"

"What makes you think I'd know where he is?"

"Rumor has it that he was into you for a lot of money so I would hazard a guess that he has met an untimely death and is shark bait, I could be wrong mind you, but it seems to me that when anyone owes you as much as he does they seem to end up that way, or at least there are rumors to that effect."

"Wise guy aren't you. Okay, let's just say that I know what happened to him but I don't know where he is. You should ask your ex-partner about that."

"Why, what has he got to do with this?"

"He was contracted to carry out the hit, and I won't say who asked him to, and dispose of the body."

I thanked him for his information and left, getting a nasty stare from the gorilla at the door. For fun I shaped as if to have another shot at him and he cowered against the wall. Benny will have to look for another goon.

My next port of call was at the new, swish, modern office of my former partner. His receptionist looked familiar, after all I had been married to her for several years. "You look great sweetheart, now can I have a chat to Terry?"

The look that she gave me told me that she still couldn't stand my efforts at sarcasm. She pushed a button on her intercom and his voice came through the speaker, "Yes, what is it?"

"Johnny is here and wants to speak to you."

"Send him in." I went in and found him sitting at his desk trying to look as if he was flat out with work. I knew better and it didn't fool me.

"What do you want?" I don't know why he should be angry with me, I didn't walk out on him and take his wife with me, I didn't take the company's client records with me, thinking that I would have all of the business sewn up, and I'm not having to live with the fact that the clients remained loyal to me so that when he called on them they told him to shove his agency up his arse.

"Nice place you've got here, must be costing you a fortune, more than you're earning, but even I didn't think that you'd even sink so low as to do Benny's dirty work for him."

"What do you mean?"

"I understand that you took Andy Jones for a ride and fed him to the fishes."

"Who told you that?" I noticed that he didn't deny it.

"A little canary sang an interesting song."

"Why are you telling me this, what's in it for you."

"I figured that I'm due for a big pay out."

"Is this blackmail?"

"No, I've bigger fish to fry, if you'll pardon the pun." I could have stayed a little longer exchanging witty repartee but I couldn't be bothered wasting my time. I left him there puzzling about my next move. I didn't keep him in suspense long. I called into see my friend Lieutenant Callaway at the precinct house. "Hey Lou, did you ever find Andy Jones?"

"No, we figured if we ever found him that there would be so little left of him that he'd be just another John Doe with no means of identification. What do you know?"

"I don't know where he is but I do know who took him there, and probably rubbed him out as well. I think you should go take a look and Terry's Chevy, if you look around in the trunk you might find some blood which will match Andy's blood type."

"What makes you think your old partner had anything to do with this?"

"Business hasn't been all that good for him lately and he needs money badly, badly enough to do this job for Benny. If you can finger him for it you might get Benny as well, lean on him a little and he'll squeal like a stuck pig."

"Sure thing." I knew that Lou had been trying to pin some sort of rap on Benny for a long time but every time he thought he had him, Benny showed up with his lawyer and a whole bunch of people who were prepared to swear on a stack of Bibles that Benny the upright citizen was somewhere else at the time the crime was committed.

I had the answers I was looking for and all that remained was to pass the message on.

The wind blustered through the man made canyons of the city, the reflection of the street light struggled out of a muddy puddle in the road, a bedraggled cat hissed at my feet from the soggy garbage that littered the sidewalk, Fifth Avenue it isn't, and two in the morning wasn't a good time to be here.

In the distance a trumpet wailed its sorrow into the night. I didn't need the note to tell me to follow that sound. I turned right into the even more depressing laneway and the trumpet was joined by a bass, drums, guitar and piano. What I could hear of the notes that fought their way to my ears through the other night sounds, the band wasn't half bad.

A flickering red neon led me to a bar at the very end of the lane. It was surrounded by trash bins that overflowed onto the pavement. Pushing the door open I entered a world of smoke, of beer smells and the sounds of despair. The trumpet player lay down his instrument and began to sing in a voice that told of too many cigarettes, too much bad whisky and too much sadness, John Lee Hooker he wasn't but the small crowd sat in rapt silence while he sang.

I sat at the bar and Laura Lee reached under it for a bottle of her special whisky, poured a generous one for each of us and came over to me.

"What news have you got for me?"

"I have either good news or bad news, you decide." I couldn't think of a gentler way to break the news to her so I came straight out with it. "What does it feel like to be a widow?"

"You mean?"

"That's right Babe he's dead. I know who did it and the police will probably arrest him soon, and they might even have enough to charge Benny over it."

"That's great! I know this sounds callous but I'm not sad that he's dead. He was a worthless bastard living so he can't be any worse dead. I had a look at his insurance policy and there's a large amount of money coming my way, enough to pay off what's owing on this place and leave me with a little funny money just for myself, I might even be able to hire someone to look after the joint while I take a vacation."

"Well it seems like a satisfactory result all round and I guess I have another satisfied customer."

"Are you? Satisfied I mean."

"As satisfied as I can be under the circumstances."

"Stick around, I would like to pay you tonight."

I stuck around. We were in her office. She gave me a wad of notes that was more than I was going to charge her. "Now I'll give you your bonus." She came into my arms and kissed me hard on the lips, her mouth opened and her tongue snaked forward between my lips. My tongue met hers with a hunger that scared me, I hadn't realized that I needed sex so bad.

My hand went to her breast, I could feel her hard nipple through her blouse and bra. She moaned and pushed herself against my hand, her hips pushed forward and ground against my hard cock. One of her hands released itself from my neck and she reached between us and undid my trousers, her hand pushed under the waistband of my shorts and grabbed hold of my cock. "I want this inside me now." There was an urgency in her voice that told me that she was as hungry for sex as I was.

I swept aside the papers on her desk and picked her up, laying her down I took off her skirt and blouse leaving her with only black lace panties and bra. From my angle she looked very inviting so I slipped her panties down over her hips and she opened her legs revealing her dripping wet pussy, even more inviting. I lifted her legs up over my shoulders and pushed my cock inside her. She was tighter than I'd expected, I had thought that by her looks she had been around the block a few times but her pussy was squeezing my cock as it went in and out.

"Oh this is so good, you are much bigger than my bastard of a husband, not that I got that much from him, he was too busy spreading it around." Her eyes closed and her breath was coming in short gasps "Oh God this is good, I'm coming, quick, harder, harder." I was an obedient kind of guy so I fucked her harder and we both came in a fireworks display that was equal to any Fourth of July. 

I took my cock out of her, bent down and licked her pussy clean. So of course she reciprocated, licking the juices from my cock and balls. We adjourned to her apartment over the bar and were side by side on her bed. I looked at her closely for the first time under a decent light, she must have been something of a beauty not that long ago because she wasn't as hard looking as she appeared under the lighting of the bar, in fact she was still good looking and I could get used to this. I kissed her softly on the lips and she rolled over onto her front and lifted her hips into the air. Moving behind her I mounted her and fucked her until we both came again.

Laying back and enjoying a post fuck Camel, she rested her head on my shoulder and exhaled a cloud of smoke towards the ceiling. "Here I was thinking that I would give you a bonus by letting you fuck me, but it was me that got the bonus. We, Stud, are going to have to keep this up until you catch up to me."

Like I said I'm and obedient kind of guy so I agreed with her that we should keep going. We've been at it now for two years and Laura Lee tells me that I still haven't caught up. That's my big pay out.



The Big Payback



Tall dark and stunning Tisha was the epitome of today's young black woman. Her skin was chocolate brown. 18 years old, her features were crisp and alluring. Soulful brown eyes, full soft lips contoured her face. She wore her hair in silky braids. Her body was typical of girls her age and her heritage. Her bouncy 38D breasts and were firm and true. She flaunted a flat stomach and her hips sashayed left to right swinging the absolute hottest black teen ass ever known to man. Watching her walk was virtually obscene. It didn't take much imagination to envision her round thick ass when she wore low riders or tight dresses as she hypnotically swayed her sweet backside. It was only natural for any man to instantly imagine Tisha on her hands and knees while your cock disappears between her cheeks on every stroke. Tisha was undoubtedly a walking wet dream.

Unfortunately she was also something else. Tisha was a bitch. Tisha was hot and she knew it. Tisha was a dime and she had no problem letting you know it too. She was argumentative and prone to making a scene if slightly provoked. She had a black girl's attitude. She laughed at the advances of the neighborhood boys and hissed at the ogling "old fiends" as she liked to call guys like me. She was sometimes downright disrespectful. Somehow to me it was also a quite a turn on. The idea of taming this young black bitch was intoxicating. I often thought of how I would like to shut her up by shoving my dick deep in her throat and fucking her face and making her gag. I'd love to teach her a lesson.

I was employed as a landscaper in Tisha private housing complex. Her mother was president of the town bank and a trusted community leader. Tisha took full advantage of her status and frowned on everyone around her. Her favorite quote was "Can't touch this". My partner Anthony and I worked Tishas sector and encountered her spoiled brat routine many times. The most recent incident was the one that changed everything.

Tony was hosing a bed of flowers near the entrance of Tishas house when the door suddenly was flung open and Tisha started to exit. She wasn't paying attention as she gabbed on her cellphone as Tony swung the hose in her direction and he splashed her. Tisha was wearing a T-shirt and jean shorts and the water caught her right across her brown jugs. She was livid.

"You dumb motherfucker. What are you doing? You didn't se me coming? I can't fucking believe you."

Tony was shocked. It was after all an accident and there was no need for her to speak to him this way. 

"I'm sorry Ms.Taylor but it wasn't intentional. I apologize but I'd appreciate it if you didn't use that language."

"Fuck you, you fucking asshole. I'll saying anything I damn well please. Look what you did to me. Now I have to go upstairs and change. I'm going to be late for my appointment because your remedial reading ass can't handle a garden hose!" I looked at Tony and could see he was turning red and about to explode. If I wasn't also looking at her big tits I would've stopped him but it was too late.

"Suck my dick you prissy bitch."

"What did you say to me? Suck your dick? I'm quite sure your pencil dick whites ass didn't say that shit to me. You wouldn't know what to do with this pussy you old pale faced punk. As a matter of fact you can go clean out your stinking ass locker cause neither one of you fucking idiots will be employed here by the end of the day. Looking at me she said,"Have a nice day, brother!" With that said she whirled and stormed back into her house. Tony and I were both numb. I couldn't believe that small gaffe had turned into this. We both knew that we would be out of a job by the end of the day. We had seen it happen too many times before with Tisha. 

"What's that cunts problem Bobby? I can't afford to lose this job man I've got bills to pay. I can't believe this is happening."

"I know what you mean man. I need this gig too. She's gonna fuck over the wrong guy one day, you'll see." At five o'clock Tony and I received our walking papers. She said she'd do it and she sure did. Just as we were walking out of the office Tisha comes zooming by in her convertible Mecredes Benz and as she screeches off she salutes us both with the finger.

"Fucking bitch", Tony whispers.

As we left the complex Tony and I agreed we should get together later that night and blow off some steam. Tony was big on strip clubs and said he heard about a new underground spot that recently opened two towns away was the place to be. He said there were all kinds of ladies and you could even pay for "personal one on one services" to be performed at a nearby hotel. We were going to meet at about 9pm and take the two hour drive to the club.

I was looking forward to hanging out tonight and getting my mind off of my troubles. Tony was sure to liven up the evening because he loved the ladies and he loved seeing them shake their naked asses even more. I was definitely ready for a night full of lap dances and handfuls of tittys. Hey maybe losing my job would turn out to be a good thing.

On the drive to the club all Tony would talk about was making Tisha pay. "That little cunt has got to pay man. I can't let her get away with this."

"Don't even sweat it dude. What goes around comes around. She'll get hers. I don't even care anymore. People like her always get away with that shit. Sooner or later it'll catch up to her. I still would love to fuck the hell out her. Job or no job I want fuck that piece of ass." We both laughed at that thought as we made our way to the club. When we finally arrived I was itching to get inside. 

We stepped inside and the music was thumping shaking the walls and it was heaven. Everywhere you looked there were naked young ladies of all colors shapes and sizes. Smiling faces and jiggly asses. This was my kind of place for sure. Tony was all teeth as he fawned over a gigantic titted blonde in a pink thong. Tony peeled a couple of bills off of his stack handed it to blondie and buried his head between her melons twisting his head back and forth sucking on her nipples and kneading her breast flesh. I had to hit the head so I set slid off in search of the mens room. As I squeezed my way through the crowd I scanned the ladies looking for the one I might try to get "a little extra" from before the night was over. 

There were several viable candidates including a petite Asian woman who I would love see ride my black pony and a luscious Latina mami who had the sexiest legs I'd seen in a long time. As I stood on line to get into the bathroom I could see on the far stage a lovely sister with her back turned to me grinding away on stage. Her body was sensual and seductive. She definitely knew how to work it. This sweet bodied sister had chocolate flavored skin with an ass to die for. It was round and thick. Full and firm. I couldn't believe how good her ass looked. Damn I haven't seen an ass like that since… Wait a minute. Naaaaah. Couldn't be. Could it? No fucking way. But what if? I gotta see for myself.

I got out of the line and headed in the direction of the nubian seductress. The crowd was thick and tight as I elbowed and weaved my way through. It seemed as though she was getting farther away from me the closer I got. I kept making my way there never taking my eyes off of her as her body was a slave to the rhythmic haze on stage. Now I was getting there and her ass was familiar. I had seen that perfectly shaped ass somewhere before. She turned slightly sideways and I could see he outline of her face as well as a set of big firm black tits. No it couldn't be! Oh my God I think it's…. Just then she turned fully in my direction and there she stood 30 feet away on stage.

"Tisha Taylor was a fucking stripper! This was going to be a helluva night. Tony! Where the hell is my boy!" I quickly turned so she wouldn't see me and pushed my way back to where Tony and I had been standing earlier.

"Tony you gotta see this. You'll never believe it in a million years. Guess who's here on stage!"

"Take it easy Tiger. I have some news for you too. I was talking to the bartender and he told me how it works. If you're interested in purchasing some one on one loving just write down the stage number or the girls name bring it to him with 5 bills and he hands you keys to a room and she's yours. I'm gonna ride blondie all night." 

"I got something better for you buddy. Something a whole lot better. Just follow me." Tony looked at me quizzically and followed my lead as I led him to the big surprise. I was officially a man on a mission. Tony and I pushed our way through the revelers making our way to Tishas stage. When we arrived at a distance safe enough not be recognized we stopped and looked at our chocolate candy girl. 

"There she is dude. I can't fucking believe it. This is just too good to be true. Prissy Tisha a common stripper whore. I bet she thought working two hours away from home would keep her safe."

"That's where she's wrong Bobby boy. This is it. She really fucked up now. I'm gonna pound the shit out of her black ass. Somebody up there still likes me. Let's see this stage number five right? Let's go talk to the barkeep."

Tony damn near ran back to the bartender he was so excited. He wasn't the only one as I could feel my cock stirring around in my jeans in anticipation. Tony started talking to the bartender setting things up. Apparently there was a slight problem. Tisha was in high demand and we had to do something drastic to make it happen. Tony ran out to the ATM and cme back in with another wad of cash.

"Bob what kinda cash you got on you?"

"I've got about $400"

"Ok that will work. Let me have it and we'll be ok." Tony walked over to the barkeep and handed him $3,000. The bartender smiled and said "Sold to the highest bidder at three big ones. She's yours for the night buddy."

"Beautiful." The bartender handed Tony a card key for the Holiday Inn a couple of miles away. We jumped in the car and took off. Tisha was to meet us there in an hour.

"This is it buddy boy. We're finally going to get in that ass Tony. I can'' fucking wait. I'm about to bust one in my jeans right now."

"Yeah I know what you mean Bob. I still can't believe that whole high and mighty role she plays and meanwhile here she is shaking her ass for a couple of bucks. I'm going to make sure I go all out tonight. I'm gonna fuck her for every man she's ever disrespected in her life." 

When we got to the room Tony and I checked it out and then went down to the lounge. We wanted to get nice and liquored up for the festivities. "Bobby imagine the look on her face when she sees it us. She might drop dead right there."

"Don't make me any difference I'll still fuck her." It was about 15 minutes before she was to show up and we headed upstairs. 

We watched a little of the porn channel to get in the mood when there was a knock at the door. I got up and went into the bathroom and Tony opened the door.

"Hello big spen…Oh no fucking way!"

"Yes way slut. Get the fuck in here!" Tony grabbed her by the arm and snatched her into the room. 

"You must be fucking crazy if you think you're gonna even touch me you fucking loser." Tony reached back and slapped Tisha right in the mouth.

"Shut the fuck up. Not only are we gonna touch you. We're gonna fuck you silly." She looked up up holding her stinging jaw and realized I was now also in the room. Still dazed from being smacked Tony threw her onto the bed as she struggled to regain her senses. 

"We paid $3,000 of our hard earned money for this night and we're gonna get every cent worth." Tisha tried to get up but Tony was quick and pounced on her. She started to scream and I covered her mouth. Tony sat on her stomach and pushed her arms above her head. She was wearing a brown trench coat and Tony popped it open to reveal she was wearing a hot pink belly shirt with no bra as her tits stood to attention. I took my free hand while she struggled to move and scream and started to maul her luscious rack. My god her tits were so big and juicy I could just squeeze and knead them forever. Watching her squirm was half the fun. Tony snatched the belt off of her coat and proceeded to tie her hands above her head to the headboard. As she kicked at him he opened her coat to reveal a matching hot pink mini skirt. He reached under dress and ripped off her pink thong and stuffed it in her mouth.

"Ok bitch this is how it's gonna go down. Me and my boy here are pretty pissed off at your black ass. You see we don't have a job anymore thanks to your bullshit. So we figured that you should be our severance pay. We're gonna fuck you one way or another. Either you cooperate or I'll turn you over and fuck that black ass of yours until you pass out. Doesn't make us any difference at all. Either way you're ours tonight. 

Tisha pulled at her restraints and thrashed her head form side to side still showing resistance. "That's the way you want it? Okay. Bob I'll be right back." Tony walked out leaving me alone with this supreme piece of ass. I walked over to her as she recoiled and yelled into her panties and reached under her dress and began to finger her hairless snatch. I rubbed around her clit and slid my fingers in and out. She tried moving but I would pinch her nipple hard every time she tried to get away. My dick was harder than it had ever been in my life. I began to speed up my finger action while she twisted and I squeezed her tits like an angry brute. 

The door opened and it was Tony carrying a briefcase. He laid it on the bed and popped it open. It was filled with sex toys of all kinds. Dildos, anal beads, vibrators, rubbers, edible panties and such. Tony pulled out a wooden paddle. 

"This will do the trick. Bobby loosen up her hands so we can turn this bitch over." I untied her briefly and she tried to get up. I slammed her down onto the bed face first and retied her hands. Tony hiked up her mini and there it was in all it's glory. Tisha Taylors sweet round and brown ass. My god what a perfect ass. Tony picked up the paddle and let loose with a vicious blow to her bulbous butt cheeks. Tisha threw her head back and howled in obvious pain. I followed Tonys whack with one of my own with my bare hand. I hit her in the same spot as Tony and again she howled biting down on the thongs stuffed in her mouth.

"That's what I'm talking about. You've been a bad girl Tisha and you need a spanking. How does it feel?" Tony was taking great pleasure in her discomfort. 

"Want some more slut?" Tisha shook her head furiously as Tony wound up. 

Whack. Whack Whack. Three brutal swings bouncing off her fat brown orbs. Tisha screamed over her thongs and tears began to well up in her eyes. I reached under her and began fingering her snatch again and Tony grabbed both of he ass cheek and squeezed them. Tisha quietly sobbed as we violated her. It was an intoxicating feeling of ultimate power. We had this black teenager tied to a bedpost and were humiliating her. But she deserved it. We were determined to tame this young filly by any means necessary.

Tony leaned over and whispered in her ear "This is what prissy little bitches like you get. You think you can get away with anything but tonight we prove you wrong. Then he hauled off and paddled her ass again. Tisha closed her eyes and gritted her teeth in agony.

"Are you gonna behave now bitch? Or do I have to discipline you again?" Tony pulled the panties form her mouth and she said softly spoke.

"Yes. Please I'm sorry. Pl...please don't hit me anymore. Please." My dick grew another 3 inches seeing her reduced to a begging whore. Tony was very pleased. There was a twinkle in his eye. "That's a good little slut. Just what I wanted to hear."

Tony kneeled down behind her and propped her up on her knees while I fingered her. He took off all of his clothes and started to squeeze and knead her pillowy ass. I was working three fingers in and out her when I noticed something. She was getting very wet. 

"Tony check it out man she's getting into it. The bitch is getting off."

"Is that so? Well lets see if she like this. Tony bent over and started to eat her pussy from behind. Tony moaned and hissed as her ate her. I spanked and squeezed her ass and reached under her to get a handful of titty while he worked on her wet hole. She was trying to fight it but it was obvious she was getting more and more turned on. 

"Please stop. Don't do this to me. I..I..I'll do anything."

"You got that right sugar. You're gonna do any and everything tonight." I stood up and dropped my jeans. I couldn't wait any longer and I slid to the top of the bed and under Tisha. My nice inch snake was inches from her mouth. 

"Open wide sugar and suck it all in." She closed her mouth and shook her head. I reached down and pinched her nipples and Tony grabbed the paddle and pounded her ass again. "Suck it right now slut." She opened her mouth and took in about 4 inches. That's not what I came here for. There wasn't going to be any tame cocksucking tonight. I grabbed her head in both hands and shoved her further down on my engorged weapon. It was heaven hearing her gag on my thick cock.

"Suck it slut. Suck it right or I'll shove it into your stomach." I kept a hold of her head as I felt her start to bob up and down. She was still going too slow and wasn't getting enough of me in her mouth. I pushed her down farther until I could feel myself getting to her throat. She tried pushing her head up off of my cock but her effort was useless and I pushed the head into her throat. I wrapped my hands in her braids and started to drive her head up and down raping her mouth and throat. I thrust my hips up and slammed her head down repeatedly. I was fucking the black princesses' face and loving every second of it. The room was filled with the sound of her choking and the wet sloppy facefucking I was giving her. Ever so often I would snatch her head up off my cock completely and watch her gasp for air as her saliva drooled all over my raging cock. I can't begin to tell you how erotic the sight of this black beauty out of breath and drooling on my pole was. 

Tony stood up and stroked himself a few times and lined himself up with her juicy hole. He placed both hands on her ass and dug his fingers in as he thrust forward. Her comfort was of no concern as he buried all 9 inches of himself into her in one stroke. She obviously wasn't ready for this big dick invasion and she instinctively tried to lift her head while wailing over my black pole in her mouth. This just turned me on even more and I gripped her braids tighter and slammed her face down on my cock to the hilt. Tony was driven by revenge as he started to pound her.

"I've waited a long time for this you little whore. Watching you walk around shaking your fat ass teasing every man that comes along, disrespecting anyone with the balls to approach you. This is what a prissy cunt like you needs. A good hard fucking to put you in your place." Tonys hands were dug into Tishas ass using her ample butt cheeks for leverage as he began his assault on her cunt. He fucked her with long immensely hard strokes. He'd pull his cock out until just the tip remained inside and them slammed his self home. Tisha was moaning over my cock as I tried to impale her face. Tony picked up the paddle and whacked her ass as he fucked her. I let go of her braids and her head popped up.

"Aaaarrrgh. Y..yyyour d..d..d.dick i..i..is sooo b..b..big.!" I broke into a sinister laugh and grabbed her braids again. But instead of pushing my dick into her mouth I just started slapping her mouth and face with my meat while she screamed in agony. Tony spanked her some more and released the paddle. Then he clutched her hips and began to work her pussy in earnest. I was mesmerized as he picked up his pace and began to power drill her tight black pussy. Her mouth hung open but she could speak no words as Tony fucked her with all his might. I slapped her face silly with my big cock while she tried to brace herself for the forceful penetration.




The Big Payback



"I know your black ass likes this shit. Little cunts like you need to get used. I know your type whore." Tony's words only drove him deeper into depravity as his hips became an absolute blur and pounded her quivering pussy relentlessly. Tisha gritted her teeth and threw her back when it happened.

"I'm ccccuuuuummmmmmmming!" The little bitch did like this shit. She was absolutely getting off on being treated like a cheap whore. It was a beautiful thing.

"That's what I'm talking about. Cum you dirty little slut!" I slapped her face a few more times I slid out from underneath her. I stood next to her head a pushed my cock into her mouth. Now she was obediently sucking my cock without any encouragement from me. I watched as Tony deep dicked her. Her ass was like a massive tidal wave as it shook and jiggled on every stroke. Her giant tits clapped together under her from the force of the assault.

"Come get some of this good pussy man." I snatched my cock from her mouth and untied her hands. I laid her on her back and pushed her legs all the way up to her ears. I steadied myself and dove in. Tony stood at her head and held her legs in place. I placed my hands on the back of her thighs and started working my dick in and out of our conquered slut. Seeing her legs crushing her fat tits was wonderful. Tony got on his knees by her head and pushed his cock into her mouth. He used one hand to hold her ankles together and mauled her tits with the other. He was viciously squeezing her tits as I pounded her pussy and her was fucking her mouth. Once again the room filled with the sweet sounds of flesh crashing together and the muffled sounds of agony and pleasure of a mouth stuffed with a big cock. I was really trying to make her scream as I dug her out with all of the strength my 6 foot 220lb body could muster. I wanted to break through the back wall of her pussy. I was jack hammering her tight pussy now and Tony took his cock out of her mouth to let her scream.

"Yyyyeeeeeeesssssss! Fuck my black pussy. Ffffuck mmmeeeee hhhhaaarder!"

"Your wish is my command whore." I moved my hips at warp speed now absolutely fucking this chocolate teen senseless. I was trying to make her scream at the top of her lungs and when she started to Tony took the opportunity to shove his cock into her mouth tonsil deep. Once again the room was filled with the muffled moans of our conquest. She looked like a wide eyed sex devil as we abused her teenage body. I withdrew my cock form her and Tony came around and slid underneath her and pulled Tisha on top of him. He slammed his cock vertically into her quivering hole. He held her midsection close to him as he pistoned his hips upwards into his willing prey. Her ass bounced up and down on his dick enveloping the entire length of his meat. Tony took one hand and grabbed an ass cheek tightly spreading it wide and smiled a devilish grin at the same time. I knew exactly what he was thinking and I felt my cock twitch at the mere thought. 

I reached out and grabbed the other side of her ass and spread it wide. I then spit on my fingers and ran them across her asshole. Tony picked up the pace on his end pumping her harder and harder while she threw her head back in wordless ecstasy. This allowed my sneak attack to happen. While she was lost in lust I climbed behind her and put my cock right at the entrance of her ass. Her head jumped when she realized our intentions.

"Noooooo. Y….Y…You c..c..can't do that. Please don't. Your dick is too big. I can't take it." Tony smacked her ass repeatedly and as the pain of that settled in I pushed forward. "Nooooooooooooo!"

"Yeeeeessssss baby. I'm fucking this big black ass now. Gonna give you a good ass fuckin just like a bitch like you deserves. I kept pushing my cock in as she pleaded for mercy. Mercy that she would never receive of course. Her helplessness only fueled my sexual fire. I kept pushing getting deeper and deeper in her thick ass reveling in the way her luscious cheeks seemed to swallow my cock whole.

"I know you love this. Every bitch needs a big dick in her ass to straighten her out." Tisha squealed as I pushed further. Finally I was all the way in her tight ass. I can't explain the euphoric feeling of fully subduing this sassy whore. I withdrew almost entirely and then pounded my way back inside of her.

"It's too fucking big!!!!!!!" Music to my ears were these words. Instinctively I began to drill her black ass. Tony and I were working in unison impaling the helpless teen on two meaty poles. I went to work burrowing myself into her hard and fast. I was clapping against her ass on every stroke and loving it. I dug my hands into hair and began to ride her as she screamed and squirmed. My hips were moving like a hydraulic hammer battering her thick brown booty.

"Let me get some of that ass partner." I drilled her with a few more mean spirited cock stabs and pulled out. Tony slid from underneath her and Tisha collapsed in a heap. "It ain't over yet slut," Tony informed her. With that said he pulled her up to her knees and shoved his cock in. This woke Tisha up and she bit down on the bedspread as Tony started to plow her backside. Tony showed no regard for her comfort and began fucking her as hard as he could filling her ass with his malicious cock. Her slapped her ass and pulled her head up off the bed as he violated her. 

"What am I doing to you slut?"

"F..F…Fucking…my..a...a...ass."

"That's right baby. I'm fucking your black ass. I bet you want me to fuck it harder don't you?" He smacked her ass for emphasis.

"Mmmmmmmmm" Tisha was letting go. Getting into her predicament.

"I knew you would love this." Tony went into overdrive and was absolutely pounding the living daylights out of her backdoor. Her ass clapped and shuddered as Tony power slammed her. Tisha mouth hung open in a never ending scream and I considered it an invitation. I shoved my cock in her mouth and began to fuck her face once more. Her mouth was hot and wet as she closed her eyes trying to wish it all away. I tried to get every inch into her throat wanting to see her impaled from both ends. Tony continued his butt plugging while I massaged her tonsils.

"This is one tight ass dude. I could fuck her forever. Let's give her a reward for being such a dirty fucktoy." Tony pulled his dick from her ass and I did the same from her mouth. Once again Tisha collapsed into a sweaty pile of used up flesh. We had broken this sassy cunt and broke her the way a foul mouthed bitch should be. We pulled her off the bed and placed her on her knees at the foot of the bed. 

She was still dazed and confused when we started slapping her face with our cocks. When she seemed to regain her senses again, I pushed my cock in her again. Tony snatched her off of my cock and did the same. We passed her head back and forth forcing her to suck us hard and deep. Finally Tony began to stroke his cock furiously. 

"Look at me bitch. Look what daddy's got for you." Tisha looked up at just the right moment. "Here it is!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" Tony unleashed a thick white rope of cum right between her eyes that splattered her forehead and ran down her cheeks. She looked so sexy like that. I held her head in place and while he literally hosed her down I felt that familiar tingle in my balls. Before Tony was finished I joined in on the cum party and splashed her mouth, lips and nose. Rope after rope from both of us soaked the brown princess. Cum shot into her nose and when she opened her mouth and tried to breathe I blasted her tongue and had her spitting cum. As the blasting subsided her face was completely covered in goo. She had nearly drowned in our semen. Tony grabbed her by the arm and dragged her limp body to the mirror. He placed his hand on her cum slick chin and lifted her head up. 

"Look at you. Go ahead look at yourself. What a fucking mess. Cum dripping from your face, a sore ass. What a filthy whore you are. This is what you are supposed to look like." Tisha saw her reflection in the mirror and stared at the unrecognizable reflection almost making me want to fuck her again. But there was no need for that. We had all night. This was just the beginning. Tony snapped a few polaroids to mark the occasion and insure future fun. 

We had our jobs back at a higher pay rate plus a few extra perks. Tisha from then on received special visits from Tony and I until she moved out of town. You better believe she learned her lesson and I had a helluva time giving it to her too.

Feedback and comments are not only welcome but also encouraged.



The Big Performance



"You're such an exhibitionist," he said in a fond voice, smiling at me. I smiled back as he nudged my cheek with his nose and whispered in my ear,

"You'd like it if we had an audience for this, too, wouldn't you?" I nodded fractionally, a sigh escaping me at the thought.

"It'd turn you on if a group of big, burly men were all standing there, in the shadows of the auditorium, watching you, naked on a public stage as I fuck you. Wouldn't it?" I nodded again, his words coursing through me like whisky down a dry throat.

"Well," he said, moving his hips to position his cock at the entrance to my aching pussy, "keep looking out there, because the lighting crew said they'd be here for 11 and it's nearly quarter past."

He thrust forwards as he said those words, timing it so that the meaning of what he said registered in my consciousness at the same moment as the sensation of him inside me.

My head snapped to the left, even as my body rose in an arc to allow him to enter more deeply. Were there people standing out there, watching me being fucked? I strained my eyes into the darkness to try and distinguish any figure. Perhaps that dark spot over there was a person -- perhaps that click was someone taking a photograph on their mobile phone.

My mind was panicking as I pictured all these unknown men standing out in the theatre watching us, but my body only responded the more eagerly. A moan escaped me, then grunts as he drove into me harder and harder.

"You're looking for them, aren't you? Don't you believe me? I texted them when I saw you getting yourself off on stage and told them to meet me in here instead of the foyer. You seemed to be enjoying your audience of one so much I couldn't deny you a larger audience."

My breath came in pants and gasps. Every fibre of my body strained to reach that elusive zenith of pleasure as the friction of his cock increased. I slid my hand in between our bucking bodies and started to stroke the burning, hungry point above his cock. 

I could feel orgasm building now: was I being watched? Was this wanton, slutty behaviour being observed? I couldn't see anybody, but his suggestions had taken root in my imagination and as far as I was concerned I was the star of an on-stage porn show. 

I could feel momentum building now, every muscle in my body was tensed and straining to attain that heady peak. My legs quivered with the tension and I pulled my stomach in, tightening myself to get there faster. It started to happen then; that first flicker of spasm, followed by a deeper fluttering, then that sucking, pulling, all-over concentration of your awareness into the physical sensation.

I must have cried out as I came, because my throat was raw for hours afterwards and I know that my body heaved and bucked, because I remember fighting against his weight as he subsided on top of me, his own satisfaction reached.

I have maybe had better sex in the past, as far as technicalities go, but that was the hottest, most raw and sexy sex I have ever had. I gave over control and dominance to him and revelled in the physical sensations gained by the mental submission. 

We lay like that for a while, my body suffused with heat and feeling limp. He, too, was limp which made him heavy; crushing my chest and breathing hot pants of air against my neck. 

In a daze I struggled to stand up, every muscle crying out as I did so. I pushed him off me and let him lie on the rostra, tucking himself back into his jeans while I gathered up my clothes from the stage.

Bizarrely I felt more uncomfortable about dressing on stage than I had undressing. I don't know whether it was the post-coital anti-climax kicking in or whether it really did seem that much more personal to get dressed in public, but I took all my clothes into the wings to put them back on again.

I wiped myself down as best I could with some tissues, then slowly and thoughtfully started dressing. Obviously he'd just said that there were people watching because he knew it got me off. I watched him getting up and walking to the front of stage. Would this go any further? I hoped so... he was a sexy man and obviously had some of the same kinks as me, but whether it would go beyond sex was another matter. I knew nothing about him.

I finished pulling my top over my head and tried to smooth my hair down with my fingers. I could hear voices now, gruff, male voices. Thank God we'd finished when we had or we really would have had an audience. I smiled smugly to myself and ran my fingers under my eyes to remove any smudged mascara.

Feeling vaguely presentable I walked out onto the stage again with my best attempt as confidence and insouciance.

"Hi." I said, trying not to overdo it lest they guessed something was up.

"Alright love," said one of them with a grin, while the others stood around avoiding my glance. "That was quite a performance you gave. Shame this Valentine's malarkey isn't going to be something more like that."

He smirked at me while some of the younger men tittered. My face flamed with a sudden blush. I had been watched after all. All these men who I now had to work with had been watching me naked and squirming, being fucked by... one of their co-workers? Their boss? Christ -- hadn't I heard a camera? Did one of them have photographs?

I looked for my partner in crime, but he was going over the lighting plan, and wasn't standing with the technical crew. His face was hidden by his hand, but I could see that he was smiling.

There was nothing for it, I was going to have to tough it out or I wouldn't be able to work with them any more.

"I know," I said, my voice shaking a little, "better than some schmaltzy fucking poetry, wasn't it?" I felt stronger now, some of them were looking a bit wrong-footed and that gave me the confidence to finish what I was saying.

"Now we've finished fucking about maybe we can get down to some work. If you do it well perhaps you'll get a repeat performance."

The dark-haired man jerked his head up and looked at me in shock. I wasn't sure if I meant it or not, but it put me back in control and ensured they'd all work their bollocks off for the rest of the run. They all stared at me as I calmly ran through what we had to do that day, but I just ignored it and kept talking.

As they dispersed, whispering amongst themselves, I realised someone was still staring at me. It was Mr. Blue-shirt and his eyes held a question. I smiled mysteriously to myself before walking away and ignoring him.

Yes I was embarrassed, but the prospect of more fucking like that with him was a far more intriguing Valentine's prospect than the usual 'anonymous' card you know was sent by your slightly obsessive ex, or, even worse, nothing at all. Fuck a day of romance, perhaps what everyone needed was a day of fucking fucking!

Perhaps I'd wear a skirt to work tomorrow. With stockings...