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The Liar

By: Bazzza



It was a routine he'd stuck with for years. Every weekday morning, thirty two year old Matt Bremner would rise early, and after a piece of toast and an orange juice would hit the road for a thirty minute run round the harbour road. It was time he used to reflect on his days activities, as the sweat flowed freely he prioritised his workload to keep ahead of the pack and his uncompromising bastard of a boss off his back. To be fair, it kept him focused, driven and successful. Finishing his run, he would shower, shave and don one of his dark coloured suits and a tie. It was then into the car and a short drive towards the city where he would stop off at his favourite café for a cup of the best coffee in the world. Wild Plum Café was located on a busy corner overlooking the harbour. The interior was finished in a dark plum, the trim and furniture finished in deep mahogany providing unquestionable atmosphere. On summer mornings, the sun would glimmer off the water and in winter the usually brisk morning wind would skate visibly across the white breaking waves. While the coffee was worth every visit, there was even a bigger attraction for Matt. Being an early bird, Matt would always have the opportunity to sit at his favourite table. It provided a panoramic view of the harbour, but more importantly it gave him the opportunity to watch the coming and goings of his favourite waitress. 

He liked nearly everything about Toni, her long wavy flaming red hair which was always tied back in a pony tail, the way her pretty freckled smiling face would reveal white and even teeth. He liked the way that her plum coloured uniform shirt was stretched over her ample breasts and tucked into narrow waisted jeans. He liked how her full buttocks filled her tight jeans and how her strong thighs carried her effortlessly around the café to complete her duties. He admired her confidence and strong personality, sometimes with just a hint of arrogance. He liked her mannerisms, like stroking her hair and standing with one leg forward as she spoke with him. What he didn't like was the large diamond ring on her wedding finger which he tried to ignore as best he could. As time went on, he'd built up a rapport with Toni, she was friendly enough and if she wasn't busy she'd often stop and pass the time of day with Matt. 

Toni knew that Matt was flirting with her but took it in her stride. When she had enough of his flirting, she would politely excuse herself and Matt would admire her swinging buttocks as she retreated to the kitchen. Matt was always careful not to make a fool of himself for he enjoyed Toni's attentions. He was however fully aware of a likely uncompromising fiery temper that lurked underneath her pleasant manner, just waiting for some unsuspecting blithering fool on which to unleash it. He tried to be friendly and entertaining when she was around him, and then fantasise about what she would look like under those tight jeans and what he'd like to do to make her happy.

It was in early spring that Toni suddenly disappeared from the wild Plum, a concerned Matt asked after her to the owner's wife who was standing in for her absence. He was told that she was taking a well earned week or two's vacation. Matt counted down the days until her return, and on a Monday morning he was rewarded with her presence. Matt wasn't alone in the café that morning, and the first thing that he noticed as he took his chair was the spring was gone from her step, the second was the engagement ring was nowhere to be seen. She didn't look at him as she tended to her other customers but soon arrived at his table. It took but a second to realise that she looked different, her large green eyes had lost their sparkle and her face was a little puffy. A weight loss was evident as her once tight jeans seemed to just hang on her waist. She gazed into Matt's searching eyes for a few seconds and then looked away.

Matt waited until she looked impatiently back at him, and then he smiled, it wasn't reciprocated. 

"Hi, I'll just have the usual thanks."

She walked away without comment leaving Matt to feel concerned for her. Minutes later Toni returned and placed a steaming cup in front of him.

He looked up at her and smiled, "Thanks."

This time she held his eye for a few seconds, "Sorry if I was rude before. I'm not myself at the moment."

Matt smiled, "Its okay, I can see things have changed."

She followed his eyes down to her left hand where once sat a diamond ring, she rubbed her ring less finger with the other hand. 

"That obvious is it?"

"Yeah, it is." Matt replied as tears began to roll down her pretty face.

"Sorry." she whispered and hurried out of sight.

Over the next few weeks, Matt would arrive every morning at his table and always with a smile on his face. He watched as slowly but surely as Toni returned slowly to her old self. The sparkle in her eyes returned and her confidence more evident. On quiet mornings she would stand by the table and talk to him, although sometimes she would stare out across the water oblivious to his chatter. But to Matt it didn't really matter, for he simply enjoyed her presence. 

It was a fine Friday morning that thing's changed. Matt was halfway through his coffee and in discussion with Toni about the weekend ahead.

"So, have you anything lined up?"

Toni shook her head, "Nope, just a quiet weekend. I don't go out much these days. It'll just be me and my big black cat."

"Doesn't sound much like fun."

She shrugged her shoulders, "I don't think I'm good company these days."

"So you wouldn't be interested in a quiet meal out with a valued customer?"

Her eyes narrowed as she digested the proposal, but her response was prompt.

"Sorry, but I'm off men at the moment."

Matt took a risk, "What if I wear a dress and promise to talk girly stuff? I'll even shave my legs if it'll help."

It got a smile but the same result, "Thanks, but no thanks."

Matt cursed himself as Toni moved away to serve other customers. He hadn't planned to ask her out and wasn't prone to being impulsive, he had just blurted out the proposition without thinking. Now embarrassed, he walked to the counter to pay the bill and escape as quickly as possible. He looked down at the counter as Toni approached him and placed his coins into the till, then slipped the change onto the counter beside his hand.

"I'm free tomorrow night if the offer's still open, and you don't have to shave your legs."

Matt raised his eyes to her smiling face, "What about the dress?"

Her smile widened, "Nah, wouldn't look good with hairy legs. But just friends, okay?"

"Just friends." Matt lied for the first time.

"Here's my address and phone number." she said scrawling over his till receipt.

It was the first time that Matt had seen Toni in anything else but jeans. The emerald green dress contrasted with her thick red hair which now flowed curvaceously down to her shoulders. High shoes emphasised her slim ankles and tight calf muscles, a knee length dress hid the rest. The restaurant wasn't the best in town, but Matt didn't want to go over the top as he didn't want Toni to feel uncomfortable. Instead he chose one that he'd frequented before; the food was good and the atmosphere was usually noisy and fun. Their small table was near an outside window and they made small talk while waiting for their orders to be taken. Matt noticed her right hand rubbing her wedding finger as if searching for the engagement ring that was no longer there. She caught him looking and stopped.

"Sorry, force of habit." she stated apologetically.

Matt shrugged his shoulders, "Its okay. Do you want to talk about it?"

Her eyes shifted from his and looked out the window as if looking for escape.

"Do you really want to hear?" she asked making eye contact.

"If it helps." he replied honestly.

She hesitated and then looked again out the window, "Craig and I'd been together for three years. He was from around here but I met him overseas and moved here to be with him. We lived together for the last two years and I thought we were very much in love. We got engaged a year ago and the wedding plans were finalised. Then one night and out of the blue he told me he didn't love me anymore and wanted to call the wedding off. I had no inkling, it was devastating and so sudden it was just like being thrown off a cliff. It was a week later that I found out he'd been sleeping with someone from his work. He lied and betrayed me all that time. I hate liars."

Matt watched as tears formed around her eyes, "I'm sorry."

"Today was supposed to be my wedding day." she added.

Matt's heart dropped at the knowledge of how she must be feeling, he moved his hand over the table and placed it over hers. She smiled as the tears run down her face; she turned her hand over and took his hand in hers.

"And to make things worse, you're stuck here with me." he suggested.

To Matt's relief, Toni laughed, squeezed his hand and then withdrew it from his, "Well, it's not too much of a hardship. So, enough about me; lets hear about you."

"There's not much to know, just a single guy with a weakness for strong coffee and pretty girls."

Toni leaned back in her chair and grinned, "Sounds like a million other guys I know."

"That many?" I asked.

The grin faded a little, "That's dangerous ground, don't push your luck." she suggested. "What about the opposite sex?"

"I've never had many girlfriends." Matt stated.

It was a just a little white lie.

"Why's that? You're an okay looking guy. You're in good shape and certainly got the gift of the gab." 

Matt was saved by the arrival of their waitress to take their order, but Toni struck back quickly as the waitress left. "Okay, what were you saying about relationships?" 

"Well it's a bit embarrassing really." Matt replied.

"More embarrassing than me finding out about an unfaithful fiancé?" she quizzed.

"Potentially." 

"She grinned wickedly, "Now you've got me interested. Cough up."

"You don't really want to know."

Yes I do, it's you that doesn't want me to know. It's just a subtle difference but an important one."

Matt grimaced under her inquisitive stare, "Well, it's just that I'm not very well endowed down below if you know what I mean."

Toni stared at Matt for a few seconds and then burst out laughing resulting in stares from the other table. Realising the attention of others, she reined in her laughter and leaned across the table closer to Matt.

"Are you trying to tell me the reason that you don't have girlfriends is because you've got a little dick?" she asked quietly.

Matt just stared back at her with big sad eyes.

Toni stared at him and then broke out into laughter again.

"Most guys I've met brag about their attributes, you're the first guy that's ever suggested to me that he doesn't measure up."

Matt stared over the table at her beautiful face and promptly changed the subject.

As their entrée's arrived and were consumed, Toni thought about Matt. She was enjoying herself for the first time in a long while, and found him good company. She'd always thought Matt was a good looking guy, and she knew he was flirting with her at Wild Plum. While she enjoyed it, she thought it was prudent at the time not to encourage him too much with her being engaged to another. However, it was nice to have male company again, even though it was only ever going to be a friendship and not a relationship. Even so, she was heartened by his response to her tears. His confession to only having a small dick intrigued her. Was he telling the truth or was he just leading her along on an elaborate lie? She knew he possessed a reasonable sense of humour. She was more than interested in progressing the conversation but didn't want to give him the satisfaction of him having an opportunity of extending his suspected lie. As the night wore on they discovered a mutual interest in movies and music, they relaxed and slowly warmed to each others company. They left the restaurant just after midnight, Toni demanded to pay half the bill and Matt relented not wanting to avoid a stand up argument at the door. He then dropped her Toni at her apartment without making a pass.

Over the following two weeks they dated three times, once to a movie and a meal, and the other times to watch live music. Again, Matt was attentive but respectfully made no attempt to lure Toni into his bed, or even into his arms. This only further intrigued Toni who was beginning to think that Matt really did have size problem. Toni had lost her virginity at the age of seventeen and had a grand total of six lovers since. She loved sex but only gave herself to men for whom she had strong feelings for. It had been many weeks since Craig had destroyed her confidence, but she looking forward to being held close again. The size of a lovers appendage had never been an issue, all of her previous lovers were average in size according to anything she'd ever read. She had no desire to find out what a well endowed man would be like; she also didn't think it would really matter if a partner was small either. She liked Matt, he made her laugh and feel good, more and more she wanted to take him in her arms and hold him tight. But what if he didn't want her in that way? There had been times when she was tempted to take him in her arms and maybe drag him into her bed, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. She was fully aware that sex between good friends can easily lead to disaster.

It was a wet Saturday night, to escape Matt and Toni headed for the movies. It was just a mix of timing and coincidence really. After the movie, Matt was scanning posters for new releases while Toni visited the bath room. It had only been a few minutes when he felt an arm slip though his and a peck on the cheek. He turned to find Chrissie smiling up at him.

"Hi lover boy, what are you doing here?" she asked.

It was also the same time as Toni returned to find a strange girl holding onto to Matt's arm.

Chrissie gauged the situation perfectly as Toni joined them and withdrew her arm, "Oops, didn't realise that you were with someone." she offered in apology. 

Toni was more interested in the body language between the two than being jealous. Working at Wild Plum had made her conscious of body language of customers, it wouldn't be good to interrupt a wedding proposal or walk into an argument. An intrigued Toni waited to be introduced to the attractive female. An uncomfortable Matt completed the introductions as the two girls sized each other up. Matt and Chrissie were old but casual friends. While they liked each other immensely and had gone to bed together several times; they were simply unable to maintain a relationship for more than a week. They would periodically run into each other and go to bed if they both felt like it. Matt introduced Chrissie as old friend, but Toni knew it was more than that, they were or had been lovers.

"So how long have you known each other?" Chrissie asked innocently.

"A long time but we've only dated for a few weeks." Matt offered.

"I'm still working out whether he's worth the effort." Toni added.

Chrissie laughed and shifted her gaze from Toni back to Matt, "Oh, he's worth it alright."

"No inadequacies I should know about?" Toni asked innocently as Matt looked knowingly at the floor.

Chrissies eyes narrowed as she pondered the strange question, "None that I can think of. Anyway, I'd better catch up with my friends. Nice meeting you." she offered to Toni.

"You too." Toni said as Chrissie walked away.

Chrissie took a few steps, then turned and walked back to where Matt and Toni were standing.

"Just send him to my place if you don't think he's worth it, he can park his shoes under my bed anytime he wants."

Toni laughed, "Thanks, I'll keep it in mind."

Toni waited until Chrissie was out of earshot and turned to Matt, "Somehow I get the impression you're not quite the man you want me to think you are."

Matt laughed, "You should know that you can't believe everything a woman says."

Toni grinned, "Really, I think that comments more pertinent to men than women."

"It just shows what a sheltered life you've led."

"I don't think so, lets go." she said placing her arm in his for the first time.

A short time later they made themselves comfortable in Toni's small apartment with coffee and a box of chocolates. 

"So, tell me about Chrissie." Toni asked as she nestled down into the two seater beside Matt.

Matt told how her they liked each other but tended to argue if they spent too much time together, strong personalities with apposing views in politics, religion, relationships and world ecology don't go well together.

"But the sex was okay?" Toni asked when he'd finished.

He couldn't help but smile at her directness, "Yep, the sex was real good."

"Even with a small dick?"

"Even with a very small dick." he replied.

She laughed and they then sat quietly for the next few minutes.

"Do you like me?" she asked.

"You know I've always liked you."

"I like you too. How come you haven't tried to make out with me?"

He shrugged his shoulders, "I wouldn't want you to be disappointed."

She tried to look him in the eye but he looked down with the beginnings of a smile.

"Well I guess it's gonna be up to me to get things moving." she said while getting up out of the two seater. 

Standing in front of him, she slipped her shoes off and pulled her blouse over her head. Her hands dropped to her skirt and unbuttoned the band at the rear, it fluttered to her ankles in a heap. Matt sat dumfounded at the full and voluptuous figure in front of him. She then moved to him sat astride his lap. She took his head in her hands and kissed him on the forehead before gently shifting her lips to his. Matt tasted the sweet peppermint taste on her tongue; she withdrew her tongue and sucked gently on his top lip. Matt's hands explored her back, finding the catch on her bra, he expertly unclipped it and slipped it down her arms. Toni broke the kiss and leaned back so that the garment could be removed. Matt sat and looked at the heavy breasts inches in front of him, her pale skin was flawless, her small nipples dark and erect. Matt pulled her close and slipped her right nipple into his mouth sucking and nibbling it gently. Toni's breathing deepened immediately and he moved to her other nipple. His hands followed the contours of her waist and down to her thighs; they too were pale like the rest of her body. Toni eased her breasts away from his mouth and returned her lips to his. She pushed her panty covered pussy down onto the firm bulge in Matt's jeans and moved along it as if to gauge its length. A few seconds later Toni rolled off Matt and knelt beside him, her hands quickly moved to the belt of his jeans. 

She looked down at him from her elevated position and grinned, "The moment of truth has arrived."

The belt was soon undone and the zip lowered, her hand slid in under his briefs and closed on his rigid cock sliding up and down its length.

"I think you've been lying to me." she commented.

She moved down and knelt between his legs, gripping both sides of his jeans and briefs, she eased them downwards and then leaned back as they were removed from his ankles. Moving between his thighs she gripped his cock and stroked it slowly.

"This is the biggest little dick I've ever seen." Toni stated as she lowered her mouth over the head and sucked gently.

"How about I provide a little motivation for your explanation 'cause I reckon I'm here under false pretences." Toni suggested as she lifted her mouth from his cock and ran her tongue down its length. 

She then slipped a testicle in her mouth and looked up at Matt expectantly.

"I'm waiting and it had better be good." she mumbled with a full mouth.


The Liar



Matt realised he maybe in substantial trouble as he gazed downwards, his cock stood proudly to attention with Toni's head peering up at him behind it. Having a testy and angry woman's mouth around one's testicle just ain't a good place to be.

"Well, I think you're the most beautiful woman in the whole world and from the first moment I laid eyes on you I wanted to ravish your body. But if I'd been up front with my intentions you'd never have come out with me."

Toni released his testicle and smiled sweetly up at him, "You're right, I wouldn't have. But why the little dick story?" she asked and then slipped the other testicle in her mouth to roll it around with her tongue.

Matt grimaced knowing full well that a little pressure would be excruciating painful.

"I figured that you wouldn't feel I was any threat in trying to get you into bed, that you'd be more comfortable in spending time with me."

"So you lied to me?" she asked.

"Yeah, but it was only a little white lie." he pleaded.

"And only because you like me so much cause I'm the most beautiful woman in the whole world."

"Yes, yes, that's right."

"And there's nothing wrong with your eyes sight?" she asked.

"No, I've got twenty twenty vision."

Toni released his testicle and grinned up at him, "Explanation accepted. You should've seen the expression on your face."

Matt relaxed and looked down at her, "That wasn't fair."

"Yes it was, you lied to me." she told him while getting to her feet. "Now we've completed the preliminaries we can retire to bed."

Matt followed Toni into the bedroom admiring her swinging panty clad buttocks from behind; she pulled the covers down and stretched her body over the satin sheet. Matt lowered himself beside her and took her in his arms. She pulled him in tight to her and kissed him. Matt ran his hands over her breasts and then further down towards her pussy before running his fingers over her outer thighs. Her thighs opened slightly as he began to explore between them, first over the top of her panties and then he slipped his hand under them. His fingers slipped through her curls and then between her lips. At first he though she was dry but found her aroused wetness as he parted her inner lips. Toni adjusted her body to get more comfortable as his fingers explored her clitoris and then slipped inside her. She soon pushed her panties down and kicked them off before spreading her thighs wide. She lay back and savoured the excitement of his hand playing with her pussy; it had been too long to go without having the closeness of a man she reminded herself. She reached down and found his hard cock and squeezed it gently. Matt leaned over and kissed her, his body slowly rolling between her open thighs. 

She closed her thighs stopping his impending attack, took his head in her hands and looked up at him.

"I've got condoms in the drawer, I'm safe from pregnancy but do I need them?" she asked searchingly.

He grinned down at her, "No, I'm safe."

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely."

She relaxed her thighs and let Matt slide between them, she felt his cock touch her inner thigh before being directed to her pussy. She lifted herself slightly when it touched her clitoris and then pushed up onto it as it found her entrance. 

"Ohhh, that's nice." she whimpered as his cock slipped fully inside her.

Matt pushed hard inside her and rotated his pelvis before moving back and forth inside her warm tight pussy. Toni slipped her legs tightly around Matt's waist and began to move with him. Her arms round his neck and guided his cheek close so that she could nibble his ear. Then all of a sudden, her happiness became overwhelming and she began to sob loudly. Matt now concerned stopped moving, raised himself on his arms and looked own at her. Even in the poor light he could see her tears.

"It's okay." Toni said, "It's me just being silly."

"But."

"Shhh." she whispered placing her finger on his lips. "I'm okay, just make love to me."

They gazed into each others eyes for a second or two before she placed her arms around his neck and pulled him down onto her chest. Her salty tears were kissed gently away. A short time later, Matt eased his cock out of her and began to run his tongue over her breasts and downwards towards her navel, she giggled and wriggled as he explored her belly button. His tongue then continued downwards into her curls and below.

"You don't have to do that." Toni whispered.

Matt ignored her as his tongue slipped between her lips, she flinched as it flicked over her clitoris. Her pussy was warm, wet and inviting, Matt suckled on her large lips, taking each one in his mouth in turn; he noisily caressed the inner lips with his tongue. 

"That's real nice." Toni commented as she lay still for him.

He then slipped his tongue inside her and explored her silky interior before moving upwards and back to her clitoris. He sucked on it gently before taking it between his teeth and flicking his tongue quickly over it. Toni shuddered involuntary for a second, and then rolled away from his gasp. Guiding Matt onto his back, Toni straddled him and moved her pussy close to his cock, reaching down she guided him inside her and sat down hard on it. She grinned down at her lover below and rotated her pussy on his cock.

"You're a very devious man luring a poor girl like me into your bed." she accused while slapping his face with her breasts."

"It's actually your bed, not mine." he reminded her. "Anyway, this was your idea not mine, I would've been quite happy just to go home."

Toni stopped moving on his cock, "Well, you can still go home if you like."

"Nah, I might just as well stay now that I'm here."

"Only if you do it to me from behind, I just love it like that." she replied as she eased her pussy from his cock.

Toni pulled the pillows down to the middle of the bed and positioned herself over them; Matt moved in behind her and guided his cock back inside her. Toni pushed back against him for a few seconds and then slowly lay down across the pillows; her hand reached behind and guided Matt down with her. He made himself comfortable and then began moving slowly inside her.

"Mmmm, that's real good." she commented. "It just shows that a small cock can still do it for me." she added flippantly.

Matt laughed and answered with a playful slap on her buttocks.

Toni giggled, "That's nice too."

This is one playful gal, Matt thought as he settled down to into a rhythm. The few times that he pulled out too far, a friendly hand reached around and guided him back in. Then Toni manoeuvred her legs together inside his, her now closed legs squeezing her pussy even tighter on his cock. 

"You're not bad, have you done this before?" she asked.

"Nope, this is my first time."

He could feel her laugh, "I thought you'd say that."

For the next twenty minutes, they manoeuvred their sweaty bodies into different positions before ending up back in the missionary position. Sensing Matt was nearing orgasm; Toni reached over to bedside cabinet, removed a small towel and slipped in under her buttocks.

"Now we won't have to fight over who sleeps in the wet patch." she whispered playfully in Matt's ear.

Matt took the hint, with her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, he picked up the pace. Toni held him tight with her arms and stared into his closed eyes as he prepared to empty himself into her. He slowed his attack at the point of ejaculation as if to savour the pleasure. She pushed up hard against him and could feel the warmth of his cum flowing inside her; she ran her hand through his thick hair as he began to relax. After waiting a few seconds, she eased herself from under him and then snuggled in after adjusting the towel back beneath her.

"Don't think you're going anywhere, you're gonna have to stay the night after that." she commented a little later.

He gave her a hug, "I don't think I've got the energy to move."

"That's good." she replied and closed her eyes.

It was the light woke Matt; it took a second or so to remember where he was. He turned to find Toni missing and her side of the bed neatly pulled up. He lay back smiling as he contemplated the sweet memories of the night before. He'd spent many hours scheming how he might lure the pretty Toni into bed; he'd never once considered that she would initiate the proceedings. The bedroom door suddenly opened and Toni entered with a pile of folded clothing which was placed on a cabinet.

"So you're finally awake." she said walking to the windows and sliding the curtains open.

"Just." he replied unable to stifle a yawn.

She sat on the foot of the bed and look over at Matt 

"So, what happens now?" she asked.

He returned her stare while admiring her beauty. Even with no make up, she was attractive. The sun shone through the window highlighted her red hair. A black tee shirt hung loosely on her and a long denim skirt covered her legs. He broke her stare and she grinned back at him.

"Come over here and I'll show what happens now." he suggested.

Her smile faded, "We know the sex is okay. What about you and me? Are we an item or am I to be discarded now you've had your evil way with me?"

Matt realised that Toni was serious, but his reply was without hesitation.

"I thought you were the most desirable woman I've ever met, nothings changed."

Toni stared hard into his eyes as if searching for a lie.

"If we continue doing this, I want you to promise to tell me if you don't want me any more, for what ever reason. I don't want any lies. Promise?"

Matt made a cross with his hands, "Promise, but it goes both ways."

"Agreed, no lies from me either."

"Great." Matt replied. "So, if we're being completely honest with each other, how was the sex last night?"

Toni laughed as she knew full well where this was going.

"It was pretty damned good." she replied.

"What part did you like best?" he asked.

She looked up at the ceiling in exaggerated thought, "Probably when you licked me down there. It was a bit of a novelty; Craig wasn't too hot on it."

"Would you like me to do it again right this very minute?" he asked.

Her eyes sparkled as she smiled wickedly, "Do you want to?"

"Yeah, but it's a better angle for my neck if you sit on the chair over there."

"So you want me to sit on that chair, lift my skirt and spread my legs for you?"

"Yep." 

Toni grinned as she moved from the bed onto the chair near the door. She lifted her skirt upwards until it was mid thigh, reaching further up she slipped her white panties off.

"Okay, I'm ready, get on with it." she stated in playful impatience.

Matt moved across and knelt in front of her; she spread her thighs as he moved closer. Toni lifted her skirt higher providing him his first glimpse of her pussy in the natural light of day. A fine layer of light coloured curls covered her substantial lips. The lips were various shades of pink, the inner lips darker than the outer, her clitoris protruded proudly between them.

"Any damage down there from last night is your fault." Toni stated as he ran his tongue downwards through her curls.

He could feel the warm exuding from her pussy, a flick of his tongue between her lips brought the immediate but faint taste of soap. He buried his tongue inside her lips alternating between her clitoris and her opening before sucking on her lips.

"Mmmm, that's nice." she commented as she pushed against his face. 

He opened his eyes and looked up at her smiling face down at him as he worked; she winked at him and then closed her eyes. He removed his tongue from her pussy and ran it up and down a smooth white thigh. She twitched involuntary as he moved closer to her parted lips but teased her by going to her other thigh, a hand soon appeared to coax back his attentions back to her wanton pussy. She placed her thighs over his shoulders and pulled him in close. Placing a finger inside her, Matt's tongue continued to punish her clitoris.

"This is a great way to start the day." she whispered, "We should do this more often."

For the next few minutes, Matt worked happily away as her juices warmed his face.

"If you're waiting for me to cum, it probably won't happen." she commented.

Matt looked up at her questioningly. 

"It doesn't happen every time and I'm the only one who can do it." she said.

"Can I watch you do it?"

Toni was a little surprised by the suggestion, but grinned down at him, "You sure you want to?"

"Sure."

Toni lifted a leg over Matt's head and twisted herself off the chair, moving to the bed she slipped down and made herself comfortable. As Matt positioned himself at the foot of the bed, Toni opened her thighs and slipped her finger down to her pussy. Spreading her lips, she began rotating her finger over her clitoris and down inside herself. Her other hand pulled her tee shirt up, slipping her bra straps over her shoulders she eased her breasts out of their constraints. With one hand working on her pussy, the other began massaging her nipples.

"I can't believe I'm doing this in front of you, I should be embarrassed but I'm not." she said after a short time.

Matt laughed, "It looks great from here."

"Play with yourself too." she suggested.

Matt began stroking his cock as he watched; her eyes would periodically open and watch him before closing again. He concentrated on her technique, her hand lying low on her navel with two fingers rotating and rubbing her clitoris. He could sense Toni was closing on her orgasm by the expressions on her face; one finger was now concentrating solely on her clitoris. Her orgasm was quiet and almost subdued. She raised her shaking hips slightly from the bed and slipped two fingers deep in and out of her pussy. She was frowning in concentration and biting her bottom lip as her heavy breathing carried her through an orgasm.

"Mmmm, that was nice and quick." Toni said when she finally relaxed.

"That's good." Matt suggested as he moved up the bed beside her and kissed her on the lips, she pulled him in tight with her arm as their tongues found each other. Her other hand found and stroked his cock which was digging her in the shoulder. 

"What are we gonna do with this?" she asked playfully when they broke their kiss. "I'm not up for another screwing after last night, I won't be able to walk straight. You're gonna have to settle for a blowjob."

"It's a tough life" Matt thought to himself as he gazed down at her pretty face; Toni took her hair and pulled it over her face to hide her grin. She then pushed Matt down onto his back and kissed him on the forehead before moving downwards. Her hand found his cock and began to stroke it as she got into position; her mouth then slipped over his cock and began sucking on the head. He felt her tongue explore the inside of the eye before her mouth slipped halfway down his length and suck hard. Her hand and mouth began to work into a rhythm and Matt realised he was experiencing the best blow job of his life and it wasn't long before the end was near. He watched how her lips followed the contours of his cock, the shape of the head clearly distinguishable through her cheeks. When she removed it from her mouth, her tongue lapped around the head while her hand continued sliding up and down. She looked up and caught him watching, she lifted her mouth form his cock and poked her tongue at him. He laughed as her mouth again settled back on his cock as it wasn't long before he felt his orgasm building. 

"Here I cum." he gasped as he was about to explode.

Toni pulled her mouth away as he fired two long shots of cum into her hair, surprised at the velocity of his ejaculation she slipped her free hand over the end of his cock to catch the rest. She kept stroking his cock until his orgasm subsided and then wiped her hands over his chest.

Matt laughed as he looked up at her, globules of his cum in her red hair glimmered in the sun through the window behind her.

"Even with a hair full of cum, you're still the most beautiful woman in the world." he suggested. 

She returned his laugh, "Why sir, that's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me."

He reached over and pulled her down to him, she snuggled into him and kissed him on the cheek.

"It's nice to be happy again." she commented as the tears again rolled down her face.

He turned and returned her kiss, "I'm glad you're happy too."

Over the next few weeks, their relationship blossomed and strengthened. Matt made every attempt not to crowd her and left her to initiate any intimacy. Toni appreciated his attempts to make her feel comfortable, but she was more than happy to curl up in his arms or suggest they go to bed. She enjoyed his humour and his absolute desire to have fun, the fact that he was a wonderful lover between the sheets, or anywhere else for that matter was a plus. 

Hoping to even further enhance their sex life, Matt ventured one afternoon into a local sex shop where he purchased two vibrators. The first was a seven inch black solid machine with a curved end, the other pink, pliable and eight inches long. Armed with batteries, he later arrived at Toni's apartment with his plain brown paper bag. The dining table was set for two, and when Toni's was in the kitchen Matt stood the vibrators in the middle of the table beside the salt and pepper. She laughed when she noticed them on her return.

"What the hell are those?"

"That's dessert."

"That's the strangest dessert I've ever seen."

"It's genuinely calorie low." Matt suggested.

Toni chuckled as she examined one of them, "Really? Dinner's a while away yet, how do you feel about having dessert now/"

It was a new experience for Toni who managed multiple orgasms for the first time; her new toys were provided an additional dimension to her sexuality. Her orgasms were now more frequent and intense. She would sometimes experiment with her new toys when Matt wasn't around. She was pleasantly surprised when Matt was perfectly comfortable about her playing with them when he wasn't around; after all, it was her body he reminded her.

In one of their more humorous interactions, Matt was advised that he should behave himself at all times for he wasn't exactly indispensable now that she had her battery operated toys. Her comments were challenging and weren't to go unanswered, and Matt put his devious mind into action. The next afternoon, Matt returned to the sex shop and purchased yet another vibrator. It was less than two inches long and came with a cordless remote with four buttons, an on/off, low, medium and high speed. The idea was that the lucky owner could insert the vibrator into her pussy and go shopping, visit friends or go for a drive. If one got the urge, they could simply reach into their handbag, and with the remote, organise a pleasurable experience and an orgasm at their convenience. Matt experimented with the remote to find the maximum operating distance, which was around ten feet from the vibrator. The small battery would last a good five minutes before it gave any sign of dying. 

Matt presented it Toni on a night when they were going out for a meal. Before going out and after a drink or two to get her in a mischievous mood, Toni happily inserted the small vibrator into her pussy on Matt's suggestion. An hour later, they were sitting in one of their favourite restaurants when Matt's parent's approached their table. Toni was surprised when they joined them. After introductions, the parent's attention turned to their only son's girlfriend whom they'd heard about but not previously met. The usually confident Toni was feeling a little uncomfortable under their scrutiny; however, she put on her best smile for her.

"It was so nice for Matt to invite us to meet you tonight." Matt's mother commented as she reached for the wine menu.




The Liar



"I think so too." Toni replied as her eyes bored into her son while frantically asking herself what else was he up to.

"So, tell us all about yourself." the father chipped in.

"Yes, please do." added the mother.

Matt grinned, leaned back in his chair as his hand slid into his pocket. Finding the remote, he pushed the high button and then hit the on/off button. The effect was instantaneous, Toni jumped as the vibrator inside her leapt into action. Toni's eyes glared at Matt but he averted his eyes to his mother who was smiling sweetly at his girlfriend.

For the next minute or so, Toni rambled on as Matt toyed with the remote in his pocket alternating it between low and high speeds. Toni was almost beside herself, the intruder in her pussy denying her ability to control her speech or anything else for that matter. She tried to smile while halfway to an orgasm, she crossed her legs and squeezed her thighs tightly together but it only made matters worse. She was praying that Matt would have the decency to turn it off and release from her agony, but she knew he wouldn't. This was his revenge for her comments about making him redundant now she had her new toys. She could feel the vibrator slowing as the batteries slowly drained, but it wouldn't happen soon enough.

"Are you alright darling? You're looking a bit flush." Matt asked in a caring voice.

"Yes, she does. Are you okay?" his concerned mother asked.

"Yes, Yes, I'm just fine." Toni answered as Matt again hit the high speed unsettling her further. "Just a little woman's problem."

Seconds later, Toni knew that she was going to be unable to control her orgasm, knowing that it would be impossible to stay at the table, she made a quick decision. 

"Please excuse me for a moment, I have to go to the bathroom." she said standing and making her way quickly across the restaurant. 

Luckily she was alone in the bathroom. She moved over to the vanity and leaned on it as her orgasm surged through her body. She stared into the mirror in front of her and watched her face frown with pleasure. Her knees began to fold under her and she supported herself by holding onto the chrome tap on the vanity. Toni waited until her control returned and then entered one of the small cubicles, slipping her hand under her dress and into her panties, she removed the slippery intruder. It continued buzzing in her hand while she contemplated what to do with it. She was tempted to dispose of it, but then laughed at what had happened. And really, it was too good a toy to throw away and she placed it in her handbag. Matt was the real culprit and he was going to pay dearly for his actions. 

A minute later, Toni was back at the table and set about making a good impression. She smiled sweetly at Matt who quickly realised that he wasn't going to get away lightly for his actions. She asked his parents about Matt, like what was he like as a child? She was soon rewarded by all of his sordid past and embarrassing moments. 

Two hours later, Toni and Matt strolled through the busy mall towards the car. 

Toni nudged him into the concrete wall beside him, "That was a low down dirty trick, firstly inviting your parents without telling me, and secondly using that toy on me." 

"I don't think so. I was just trying to prove a point." Matt replied.

"Really, and what point was that?"

"You lied to my parents."

"What?" 

"You said you'd never tell a lie, you lied to me and my parents." he stated.

"What lie?"

"When I asked if you were okay, you told us that everything was okay."

Toni took Matt by the arm and pushed him against the wall.

"What did you expect me to say? I've got a pussy full of vibrator and your lovely son is trying to make a fool of me by giving me an orgasm at the table."

Matt laughed, "Well it was the truth. You said that you'd always tell the truth, but you lied."

"But it was just a little white lie."

"When I lied to you, you threatened to chew on my testicles."

Toni glared at Matt but then she began to laugh too. 

"Maybe I should've." 

Pulling him close she looked up at him, "How come I'm falling in love with the most devious man I've ever met?"

She coaxed his lips to hers and kissed him, first tentatively, then more passionately. They stood in a tight embrace both enthralled in the moment. They were oblivious to the looks and comments of those who strolled passed them. Most thought it was entertaining or romantic, some thought it was a disgusting example of low morals, but Matt and Toni couldn't have cared less.

Eventually continuing their journey to the car, Mat began to chuckle, "I'd loved to hear you explain to my mother what a vibrator was."

"Maybe one day I'll tell her what you did tonight."

"Really?" Matt asked.

"No, not really." she replied slipping her arm through his. "Maybe your mother shouldn't have to be subjected to her son's devious and corrupt mind. It's only for soul mates."

"My mother wouldn't believe you. She thinks I'm the most wonderful son in the world. By the way, any chance of me getting laid tonight?"

"Probably not." 



The Liberal Art of Massage



This all started because I decided, against all advice, to major in religious studies in college. I know, it sounds like a dumb choice, but it's what I was interested in and I decided to follow my grandmother's advice to pursue my passion rather than the practical choices everyone else thought I should make. Of course, my gram couldn't have anticipated the Great Recession, which made it all but impossible for anyone my age to find a job, much less someone with a degree that had no specific job preparation other than the "critical thinking skills" American educators love to prattle on about. I did enjoy my studies. I learned a lot and made almost straight A's. 

But I had the bad timing to graduate from college in 2005, just before the economy melted down. I had actually gotten a job at a law firm doing paralegal work and was making progress on my life when Lehman Brothers collapsed. Law firms were among the hardest hit in the general collapse and let me tell you, if I wasn't the first person let go by my firm, I was in the first five. They gave me a check for two weeks pay and a box to put my office stuff in and out the door I went. 

One thing I was determined to not do and that was to move home like so many of my friends. First of all, it would be an admission of defeat. But more to the point, my mother was a nut case who had driven me crazy most of my life. No way I was moving back into her house.

So I waited tables two nights a week, unloaded trucks at a Target three mornings a week, and traded with a local gym who let me work out and use the showers for free if I would sweep, mop, and clean the bathrooms after closing. The upside of all this was that I lost a bunch of weight due to the short rations I was on and packed on muscles I'd never had before by working out seven days a week. The downside was I was poor as dirt and could barely afford a sixpack of beer, much less to spend time hanging out with friends. But at least I wasn't back home in my old bedroom.

No matter what anyone might tell you about the nobility of the poor, that's bullshit. Being poor just sucks. 

Three years ago I was on the bus home from my job at the Target and saw a sign for a massage school. For just $600 I could get licensed as a massage therapist and be my own boss. Did I have $600? No. But did I want to be my own boss? Yes. Yes, I did. And I knew something about massage because when I was in college I'd pulled a muscle in my back and had several months of physical therapy and massage. I'd loved it and now the idea that I might make a living doing what the massage therapists I saw had done for me sounded pretty damned inviting.

So, against my better judgment, I put the tuition on my not yet maxed out credit card and went back to school. The classes were really fun and harder than I'd expected. For the first time I actually learned how the human body worked and by the end could name all the major muscles, tendons, ligaments, and bones in the body. And my instructor told me I had a knack for massage. In fact, she was sufficiently impressed that she recommended me to a chiropractor she knew who hired me part time. The year and a half I spent working for him was really great because as my hours increased I was able to ditch the waiter gig, which I'd always resented. And I learned a lot about working with clients of all types, shapes, and sizes.

After that first year I was constantly getting questions from people I worked with about whether I offered massages outside the chiropractor's office, largely because they thought he was charging too much, and, of course, because they thought I was good. I always, always said no because I really liked me job and knew he'd probably fire me on the spot if he ever found out I was soliciting business in his offices.

But the questions kept making me think. After all, that ad on the bus had promised me I could be my own boss. And I wasn't. Yet. But why the hell not? After all, I was working three jobs, all part time, and wasn't really getting ahead at all. 

Well, it was my gram who came to my rescue. Unfortunately, by dying. She left me $10,000 in her will and the wise course probably would have been to pay down my credit cards and catch up on a couple of missed student loan payments. Instead, I decided to lease a shared massage studio two nights a week, which required a $2,500 deposit, and to spend close to $500 more on advertising and promotion. And, voila, I was my own boss. At least on Tuesday and Wednesday nights. 

There were five therapists who shared the space I was in, all of us on a part time schedule. I rarely saw any of them except the woman who worked Tuesday and Wednesday during the day. Every once in a while she was still there when I showed up and we'd chat about the business. Like me, she was hanging on by her fingernails. Unlike me, she was in her late 40s and had two masters degrees. That was depressing.

With a website up and flyers out all over, I started to pick up clients slowly but surely. First one, then two then several. And I was getting great reviews online and that started to bring in more and more business. Pretty soon, I had enough work to dump the Target job too and was trying to decide what to do about my gig at the chiropractor when he decided for me. One day he came in, sat me down, and told me he was retiring early and was closing up shop and moving to Florida. Well, that gave me license to solicit business from all my regulars and so before I knew it, I was working pretty much full time and was, indeed, my own boss.

The money was good enough, but not great. In 2010 I made $42,000 give or take, and so had moved out of my group house into a one-bedroom apartment, and was even contemplating buying a used car. And would have, if I hadn't owed so much on my student loans. 

My fortunes changed one night when one of my regulars from the chiropractor days, a man in his early 50s name Stephen, was in for his regular 90 minute session. Stephen was a lawyer and came in twice a month for a long session to deal with lingering problems in his lower back and quads brought on by too much rugby as a younger man. He'd been a loyal client and was a very good tipper, so I always made sure he got a great massage.

Well, on the night that changed the direction of my career in massage, Stephen came in visibly limping.

"What happened to you?" I asked.

"Ah, I ran a half marathon on Sunday and my quads, calves, and hips are all killing me. If it's okay with you, I'd like to have the whole 90 minutes from the hips down."

"Sure thing," I said. "Go ahead and get undressed and I'll be right back."

Because he was just wearing wind pants and a t-shirt, and he knew the drill, I gave him less than five minutes to be on the table and ready for me.

"How'd you do in the race," I asked as I began to massage his legs through the drape. I always start people that way and then move to skin on skin after a few minutes of general movements to loosen them up a bit. I could tell right away his hips were very stiff.

"Beat my best time, which was great," he said. "I pushed it hard the last two miles, which is why I'm probably so beat up."

"Likely," I responded. "Well, I'll leave you in much better shape than I found you."

At that point I stopped talking. I've never been a chatty massage therapist unless the client keeps talking. Stephen wasn't a talker, and so I went to work. When someone comes in this stiff, I always begin with long flowing strokes before homing in on the specific problem areas, so I peeled back the drape from his right leg and began running my palms up and down from ankle to hip and back again. He spread his legs a bit more for me and that was the extent of our interaction for the next 45 minutes or so. I worked his hamstrings, which were like steel cables, his calves, which were only slightly less bound up, and then his glutes, which were about as bad off as his hamstrings.

"Alright," I murmured at last, "Time to roll over." 

I lifted the drape on one side and he forced himself over onto his back. I could tell that even after 45 minutes on the table he was still pretty bound up.

When I dropped the drape back down, it was apparent that in addition to loosening up his muscles, my work on his glutes had resulted in him getting a hard on. This wasn't anything new, because like more than two-thirds of my male clients, Stephen almost always got a hard on during his massage, either when I'd been working his butt, or when I started in on his quads. 

Hard ons are so common from my male clients that I'm generally surprised when a guy doesn't get one. If they mention it at all, I just tell them it's a sign their body is functioning normally. In the past I'd had a few hints from guys that they'd like a little more than just the standard massage, but since I refused to pick up on the hints, they always dropped it. Some of them wouldn't come back again, but that was on them. Not me.

Stephen's hard ons were always a little more distracting only because he was obviously very well endowed. So the drape always formed quite the tent when he was hard. I've never thought of myself as either gay or bi, but from time to time I would imagine what a guy's cock would look like if I pulled back the drape, especially given that I could mostly tell just from the semi-sheer nature of the fabric. I just wanted to see the whole thing once in a while. And given the size of whatever Stephen had under there, his was one I thought about more than some of the others.

Usually he deflates after a few minutes on his back, but for some reason, that night he didn't. Everything I did just seemed to keep him hard, even when I moved away from his mid-section and worked on his feet for a while. That usually brings an end to any latent excitement the client has, but Stephen's cock had a mind of it's own that night.

When I work on someone's hips I push the drape toward their crotch. In the case of women I just tuck it down between their legs, staying well away from any contact with their genitals, and with men I do the same thing, but have to be mindful of not uncovering anything important. That night it was going to be difficult to move the drape without forcing his rock hard cock to one side, but there wasn't anything I could do but do what I always did. So, when it was time to get to work on his hips, I used the drape to move him off to the side and to pin him down just a bit, which only made his cock jump under the sheet. But at least it was out of the way.

Now, work on the hips is always a bit fraught because it gets your hands very close to more sensual contact areas and on that particular night I was especially aware of being careful to remain away from what my original teacher had called the "danger zone." But damned if his cock didn't keep twitching under the sheet. And damned if I didn't keep noticing. And damned if it wasn't starting to affect me just a little bit too. Since I work in hospital scrub pants, if I got hard too there was going to be no hiding it, so I forced myself to look away from his cock and to just keep staring at the wall.

Did that help? Nope. Five minutes after I started willing myself to stay soft, I was almost as hard as Stephen. At least his eyes were closed and he couldn't see what was happening to me.

After a few more minutes on his left side, I moved to the right, which meant I had to use the drape to reposition his erection. Every man has a natural inclination to the right or the left and in Stephen's case, he naturally leaned to the right, which meant I got a little more resistance from his body when I tried to pin his down on the left side. And, of course, that made his cock (and then mine) jump again. But pin him down I did and then I went to work on that right hip, staring again at the wall and hoping my own reactions would end before much longer.

Whether he could sense there was something different about me that night, or maybe it was something else, but for the first time ever, Stephen gave me an indication that he would be open to more than the standard massage. As my fingers pressed into the triangular space at the top of his femur, his cock twitched again and as it did, he opened his legs just a bit more and let out a long breath, the kind you let out when you are really into what's happening with someone else. It was such a sexual combination of movement and breathing that I had to catch my own breath to avoid sighing. I was completely turned on by the situation and just hoping I could get through the last 15 minutes of his massage with nothing else happening. He wasn't helping. At all.

I had just about managed to refocus completely on what I was going to do to wrap up the massage, when he spoke. 

"Mark," he said, his voice as much a sigh as anything. "I'm sorry. But I'm really turned on right now. I tried to not be, but I am. I'm really sorry."

"That's okay," I said and was surprised to hear that my voice was as low and sensual as his had been. Jesus.

"It happens sometimes," I continued, hoping he hadn't noticed how I sounded.

He had. His eyes were open now and he was looking up at me, his expression a mixture of bliss and longing.

"I know that what I'm about to say is really inappropriate, but I've got to say it anyway..."

I knew what was next and my brain had already formulated my response. Unfortunately, or, as it turned out, fortunately, my cock had other ideas.

"Is there any way, any, that you'd be willing to get me off. Just a hand job. Nothing more. I just haven't had sex in close to two months and, well, you've got me as hard as I've been in I don't know when."

I couldn't speak. My brain and my cock were fighting to the death. My cock was winning, but just barely.

"I swear I won't tell a soul. I've never done anything like this, but you can see the state I'm in."

And then he made the winning argument.

"I'll give you $300 total for the night."

While my brain was calculating what $300 instead of $150 would do for my bank balance, my cock ran up behind my brain and hit it with a baseball bat.

In answer to his question, I stopped working on his hip, okay, I had actually stopped as soon as he started talking, and pulled back the drape to expose his beautiful, and oh so big, cock. He let out a sigh of deep contentment, closed his eyes again, and relaxed. All except for that cock, which was anything but relaxed. 

I stared for just a moment, mesmerized by its size and beauty, and then drizzled some oil on it, starting at the head and letting the oil run down between his very tight, and very large, balls. He sighed again, just as I would have at such a moment. And when I took him in my hand, the thought occurred to me that this might be the only time I ever gave another man a hand job, so I ought to make it a good one. 

Grasping him tightly at the base of the shaft, I leaned down to his ear and whispered, "There's no one after you tonight, so we're in no rush. And I have to insist that you stay quiet. Okay?"

He nodded and that was all I needed.

His cock was pulsing in my grasp, the veins standing out on the shaft, the head flaring outward, begging me to do something with it. But his stomach muscles were also contracting and I realized he was about to cum. That wouldn't do at all, because I was just getting started. So I released him and began to massage the oil into his balls instead, rolling them back and forth, enjoying their tightness. He sighed again and began to relax. Good.

It occurred to me then that probably the best way to prolong this was to give him a cock massage rather than a hand job. So, instead of stroking him the way I like to be stroked, I looked on his cock as a very tight muscle that needed relief. Moving back up from his balls, I began to massage the shaft with my fingertips, much as I would a knotted muscle in his back. There wasn't anything particularly sexual about what I was doing. I knew it felt good, how could it not, but I also suspected it wasn't moving him toward an orgasm either. Also good.

He didn't exactly get softer while I was massaging his shaft, but his breathing slowed, and I could see the tension leave his abdominals. Once that happened, I knew I could move further up to the head. I was particularly fascinated by the head of his cock, because it was so different from mine. Sure, I'd seen plenty of cocks in porn clips, but there is nothing to compare to having the cock you're interested in right there, in your hand, available for you to play with. And, where mine was broad and flat, his was more bullet shaped and thick. 

So I began my assault on the head of his cock by grasping him at the base once again and straightening his shaft toward the ceiling. Then, with my very oily index finger I began slowly, oh so slowly, tracing the very edge of the rim of his cock head. This earned me a long, deep moan. I decided to stick with this little move for a while, because I knew that in my own case, I couldn't cum this way, but that it would build up an almost unbearable feeling where my finger was working. I knew I was getting somewhere when his hips began to pump upward just a bit, signaling that he wanted more of me. Very good.

Instead of doing the thing I knew he really wanted - full and long strokes - I decided to keep teasing his head just a bit longer, by running my finger up and down in the crevasse formed where the two sides of the head come together. Now, this could certainly make me cum, so I was watching his bodily reactions carefully for any sign that he was getting close. Sure enough, after a few minutes of this, his abs started to contract again. Excellent.

Cumming was not in the cards for him. Not yet anyway. 

I released him and whispered, "Raise your knees up for me."

He did as I asked and I moved back to his balls, coating them with more oil, and rolling them around yet again. They were even tighter than before and as I played with them, I wondered just how much semen they held? Would he blow a large load? I hoped so. I wanted to see tangible proof that my efforts had paid off.

I continued to play with his balls with my left hand, but with my right I slid a finger down into that space between the base of his cock and his anus. I knew from a class I'd taken once that you can do an external prostate massage by pressing hard right there, so I tried that out just to see how he responded. What I felt was not his prostate, but the part of his shaft that lives below the surface, so I rubbed my finger up and down that as best I could, which he definitely enjoyed. Then I let my finger go lower, until it was right at his rosebud. 

As soon as I made contact with all those nerve endings around the opening, he moaned loudly enough that I had to shsssh him. 

"Sorry," he whispered, more of a croak than anything else.

So I began to trace small circles around his hole, playing with what I knew from my own body was a very, very sensitive area. I wasn't ready to penetrate him. Not tonight, anyway. But I wanted him to know that it could feel very good if I did. From the way he was moving his ass on the table, it was clear he'd gotten the message loud and clear. 

Glancing back at his cock I could see precum starting to ooze from the head. So I captured it with my fingers and smeared if all around the head, making him that much more slippery.

His breathing was pretty shallow now, and a peek at the clock showed me I'd been working on him for almost 20 minutes already, so it was time for me to release him from his agony. 

With my left hand I reached under his balls, grabbed the base of his cock, squeezed, and pushed his balls up against his shaft. With my right hand, I made a ring out of my thumb and index finger and began sliding that tight ring over the head of his cock and then down the shaft. Slowly. Slowly. As I did, I watched the expressions running across his face, from agony, to bliss, and then back to agony as I repeated the ring slide over his head and down his shaft. I knew the slow pace and the tightness of the ring I was making was feeling very, very good.




The Liberal Art of Massage



I wasn't in a rush, so I just kept up that torture. Even though I wasn't in a hurry, his cock was, and before I'd made 15 passes down his shaft, I felt him begin to pulse under my other hand, a deep, throbbing pulsation that signaled an impending eruption. So I released my grip, shoved his balls even harder up against his shaft, and started pumping his cock for all I was worth. Three strokes into the pumping and his hips came up off the table and a huge blast of semen shot out of the head of his cock, landing on his neck and chin. 

He groaned softly, and kept up that low, guttural sound with each spurt from his cock. It was really quite amazing how much came out of him and as I kept pumping, it occurred to me that he hadn't been lying about a lack of sex. This was a man with a lot saved up. 

Being the agent of that intense orgasm gave me a feeling of tremendous power, unlike anything I'd known in my life. I was in control. His pleasure was all because of me. At that moment he was my complete slave. It was an amazing feeling.

Suddenly his hand shot up and he grabbed my wrist. 

"Stop," he gasped. "Stop."

I knew the need he was feeling at that moment, so I did stop. But I kept up a rhythmic squeezing of his shaft where he'd left my hand. It felt so good in my grip that I just didn't want to let go. 

After a minute his breathing began so slow and I gently pulled his hand off of mine. Then I released his cock and let it fall back onto his belly. He was covered with semen, completely covered, so I stepped away and grabbed a wash cloth from my warmer.

"Don't move," I whispered. "I'm going to clean you up."

He nodded and just lay there as I wiped away all the evidence of his pleasure. Then I took up his cock and milked out the remaining semen. He shuddered just a bit at my touch, but then lay still again.

"That was fucking amazing," he finally managed to whisper. "Fucking amazing."

"Thanks," I said. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. I sure did."

"Seriously," he said. "That was by far the best handjob I've ever had. You are incredibly talented."

"Good for both of us," I responded. "Now, you can get up and get dressed. I'll step out for a minute."

"Wait," he whispered, catching me by the arm. "Look at you." 

I followed his gaze down to my waist. My cock was rigid against my surgical scrubs and there was a wet stain where I'd leaked out some precum of my own.

"Let me take care of you," he said.

"Oh, uh, I don't know..."

"I'll kick in another hundred," he said, a plea in his voice.

Now, when I said I didn't know, what I was about to say, was that I was perfectly capable of taking care of myself and he didn't need to. But when he offered to get me off for $100, well, I wasn't going to say no to that.

"Ok," I said. "Sure."

"Strip and get on the table," he said, his voice stronger now.

I looked at his face and his eyes had a greedy look, a look that said he was way more into this than I was. Which was ok by me. I just wanted to get off. So I stripped quickly and in under a minute we had reversed our positions and roles. Only he didn't pick up the bottle of oil.

"I've always wanted to try sucking a cock," he said. "So bear with me. I'm not sure how this will go."

He was right. He didn't know what he was doing, which was clear after about a minute. The pressure was all wrong and he was not really doing anything with his hands. But he was a quick study and after a few minutes things started to improve. His lips started to do some very interesting things with the head of my cock and I could feel the tip of his tongue probing all around my shaft. And he started to move the hand that was holding me. 

Before long I could tell he was going to make me cum and I was more than ready. I started to lift my hips toward his face and put an hand on the back of his head.

"Not so fast," he said, pulling off of me for a second. "I don't want to waste this chance."

I sighed and tried to relax as he turned from sucking me to just licking. First the head, then my shaft, then my balls, then back again. And once he had me nice and slick, he stroked me a few times with his hands, tentatively at first, but then with more authority. It all felt fantastic and my cock was starting to leak like crazy. After all, I'd been hard for at least an hour at this point, so it was no surprise that I'd be oozing like that.

"Okay. Your turn to cum," he said at last. 

His mouth descended onto me once again and this time he was sucking me like an old pro. I started to lift my hips again and this time he didn't pull away. But when my hand returned to the back of his head, he shook his head back and forth, so I took it back. I guess it made him nervous somehow. Who cared? At that point I just wanted to blow. So I let him do his work and in less than a minute I could feel my balls tightening up, a sure sign the end was near. He must have felt it too, because he pulled off of my cock and started stroking me like mad.

Just like his experience earlier, my orgasm suddenly ripped through me, surging up and out of my cock, spraying my chest with semen as he pumped me at a slow and steady pace. And while it wasn't the best orgasm I'd had in a long time, it was damned good.  

And he was paying me for it. Damn.

When there was nothing left in me, he stopped his stroking, but didn't stop staring at my cock. Finally, I pointed to the wash cloths and asked if he could hand me one.

"What? Oh. Sorry. Sure." 

Instead of handing me one, though, he cleaned me up as I'd cleaned him. When he was done, he stepped back but kept staring at my cock. 

I sat up and said, "Are you ok?"

"Oh yeah," he said. "I'm more than ok. I'm fantastic. That was amazing."

"Yeah," I responded. "It was."

"Listen," he said. "I'd like to do this again. Maybe every week if that's ok with you?"

"Um, sure. That would be great."

He was smiling now. "Excellent. Excellent."

Then he said, "Listen. I think I've always been a little bit bi, you know. And tonight confirmed that for me. Thank you so much for letting me find that out about myself."

"Hey, sure. I'm glad we could do that together."

"What about you," he asked. "Do you lean both ways?"

"Yeah," I said. "I always have. At least since college anyway."

"That's great," he responded. "Great."

We both dressed then and as I was getting him a bottle of water, he reached into his wallet and handed me $500.

"Wait," I said. "We agreed on $400." 

"I know," he responded. "And after tonight it will be $400. Consider the extra $100 a big tip. For letting me find part of myself. A part I like."

"Ok. Thanks," was all I could think to say. Who carries around that kind of cash? Lawyers, I guess.

And so it began. Stephen became my regular special service client and my financial situation improved markedly. My experiences with him convinced me that there were probably more people out there like him, people who had money and who wanted a regular, no strings sexual experience where they controlled most of the terms of the relationship. And, as it turned out, I was right to be convinced of that.



The Liberation



*All characters and situations in this story are entirely fictional. Any similarity it may share with a real event is purely coincidence. Also, I would like to thank AngelLove on editing this story, as it was a very exceptional job.*

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It was getting to be unbearable. Gregory Kaplan checked his watch to make sure the room's clock hadn't been deceiving him. Yep, it was still only ten after nine, barely into second period and the school day. Like most seniors, Gregory, or Greg as he was called by his friends, could not stand sitting through the final pointless months of high school. However, unlike most of his peers, the thought of high school finally ending was not the cause of Greg's immense impatience. If everything were to go as he had hoped, this day would be his final one as a virgin. 

Greg was gay and had known this for several years now. He never took an interest to girls because he knew he would have to be the rock and the comforting one in relationships. Greg wanted to be the one cuddled and taken care of. Ever since his parents bought him his new laptop for his eighteenth birthday, Greg took advantage of it to find the steamiest and most arousing gay porn he could find. He particularly loved seeing gay teens, such as himself, being on the receiving end of anal sex. Greg was most of all enthralled by the faces of the young men his age taking their lovers' cocks deep in their ass. Being the receiver of not only this wonderful act of lovemaking, but also the intimacy of their dominating partners was sometimes too much for Greg to handle. 

Greg's desires remained dormant throughout his high school years. He was raised by conservative Jewish parents, both of whom were well-respected in the community. Greg's grandfather had even donated money to his prep school, and has a computer lab named after him. Needless to say, outing himself would be damaging on several levels. This conservativeness played to Greg's advantage as well. None of his peers questioned his lack of interest in girls. They simply assumed it was a result of his strict faith and very studious nature. Greg also benefitted from not being a knockout either. His looks made him blend into the crowd, and aside from the other intellectuals, nobody really knew him until the school's headmaster made a special point of announcing Greg's acceptance into Princeton. 

So for the past several months, Greg gained notice as the school's Ivy Leaguer. Greg was rather pleased at this reputation due to the fact that everyone was completely unaware of Greg's growing urges. These urges were culminating on this early May Tuesday. Greg sat there trying to be interested in his English teacher's lecture on Dante, but it was futile. Greg gently rubbed the bulging cock in his pants as he replayed the chain of events in his head as to how this day came to be. How he conquered his fears? How he set things in motion? And of course, how he met him 

Everything had started the past Thursday. Greg was at home on his laptop and had just finished an essay for his Philosophy class. Satisfied with his work, he decided to treat himself to some of his favorite sites. Greg soon wandered into a chatroom for gay men in his area. Since turning eighteen, Greg frequented the room often. Usually, he just read the sometimes hilarious chatter, but once in a while he'd engage in a private conversation with someone eager for a quick hookup. Of course, Greg would chicken out and not meet any guys from online in person. 

"Knowing my luck, I'd end up meeting the rapist," he would think to himself. 

However, Greg was back at it. This time he was chatting with someone claiming to be named Lyle and twenty years old from a suburb a few miles away. Greg's cock stiffened at the sight of Lyle's nude picture. However, Lyle soon mentioned something about bondage, and Greg got frightened and almost immediately signed off. 

"You're a smart kid Greg. Fuck, you got into Princeton. You can arrange something with someone in school and not have anyone find out, can't you?" he thought. 

Greg just sat there thinking as he jacked off. How he wished for someone to give him this feeling for him. 

"The Rainbow Star Support Group," Greg softly muttered. 

The Rainbow Star Support Group was considered to be the gay club at Oakberry Prep. However its members didn't promote gay pride or rights at the school, but they served as peer mediators for students grappling with their feelings for people of the same sex. 

"If only I didn't have a high profile nowadays." 

Gossip was a major problem at Oakberry. The social circles were very complex and overlapped in quite unimaginable ways. Greg couldn't take a chance of letting anyone find out about him, unless it was the guy he was making love to. He couldn't go to a Rainbow Star meeting. 

"However," he started, "If I were to just sneak a peak in their room while walking past, then maybe I'll be able to see a promising target." 

Greg grabbed his cell phone and dialed. 

"Hello, Jodie" 

"Greg, you know what time it is?" replied a tired-sounding girl. 

"Jodie, what do you think about rescheduling the French Club meeting for tomorrow?" 

"I dunno, it'll be hard to tell all the members. They might have other plans." 

"We'll just have them make an announcement saying it's officers only. I mean all we're gonna go over is the procedure for the election of next year's officers at the end of the month." 

"Why does it have to be pushed up?" 

"My aunt and uncle are having dinner with us on Monday, and you know Mondays, Thursdays, and Fridays are my only days I can do French Club." 

"Okay then, it'll be brief. I have to work at five tomorrow. See ya tomorrow." 

"Bye, Jodie." 

"Bye, bye" 

Greg hung up his phone and sat back in his chair. 

"Perfect." 

Greg knew that the Rainbow Star Group met Fridays after school. All he would have to do is quietly take a glance inside to see whom he could pursue, as he left French Club. Aroused by this thought, Greg maddeningly stroked himself off and soon went to sleep. After breezing through another meaningless day at Oakberry, Greg proceeded from his last period class to French Club. 

Greg served as vice-president of the club. The only real reason he bothered participating in it was because it looked nice on his transcripts. He would just sit there while Jodie, the club's President, organized events and carried out the typical activities of an after school high school club. This meeting was no different. Greg couldn't care less as to what Jodie babbled on about. He only was waiting for her to end things so he could sneak his long awaited peak at the Rainbow Star Group. 

At around ten to four, Greg's boredom was quelled as Jodie announced the meeting was over. Afterwards she walked up to him. 

"You didn't seem to be all too interested," she remarked. 

"I just wanted to be there to oversee things, is all." 

"Okay, well I gotta run. I'm cutting it close as it is." 

"Bye." 

Once Jodie walked out of the room, Greg was alone. He peaked in the hall to make sure Jodie and the other officers had turned the corner and were headed to the parking lot. Greg gathered his books and walked past the turn and toward the room he had been told hosts the Rainbow Star meetings. Greg crept up and noticed a lit room with the door cracked open. Immediately he heard the flamboyant voice of Mitchell Rackers, one of the school's most open homosexuals. 

"This must be it," he softly spoke. 

Greg noticed that the people inside were positioned away from the door. He would now be able to make more than a quick peak. Greg stood a couple of feet from the door and peered inside and scanned the room. At first, Greg was chagrined. Most were known as openly gay and likely wouldn't be interested in anyone closeted. Greg might have been paranoid, but he wanted to know for sure that whoever he would take a chance on, it would not come back to bite him. Soon, Greg heard a voice with a broken southern accent coming from the corner of the room. Greg couldn't see who it was. 

"Huh?" said a puzzled Greg. "How could he be?" 

Living in an upper-class Long Island town, southern accents were few and far between. So when someone heard one, he could almost instantly throw a name and a face to the voice. This was the case for Greg. He knew in a matter of seconds that the voice belonged to Caleb Montgomery. Never in a lifetime would Greg have guessed Caleb of all people to be gay. 

"If he is, then he is closeted. He has to be," muttered Greg. 

All Greg knew about Caleb was that his good lucks tended to attract some of the most attractive girls in the school. This alone should have been enough to rid from one's mind the notion that Caleb Montgomery was gay, or even bisexual. 

"No, this kid's been said to have slept with Sophie O'Leary," Greg said, "There's no way he's even closeted."

However, the fact that Caleb was sitting in the support group for gay and lesbian students at Oakberry shattered all of Greg's logic. Greg listened intently to hear Caleb speak, but the previous time he just spoke his name to introduce himself. Greg stood there for several more minutes, trying to get any information at all out of Caleb. He knew that Caleb might be a very real possibility for him. Greg could not stand it anymore. He had to know more. At the height of his frustrations, Greg gave out a sigh. It was loud enough where it might have been audible to the people in the room. Nervous over the fact someone heard. Greg fled the scene. 

Pacing down the hall, Greg's cock began to stiffen. Caleb Montgomery. Here was a guy who, sexual orientation aside, Greg would pick possibly first of any of the guys in his school to sleep with. His slow, southern accent was intoxicating. Greg would always envy how girls dreamily stared into his powerful, dominating eyes. He knew they would be lovingly protected by Caleb's masculine embrace. But now it seemed Greg and not girls such as Sophie were better suited to receive Caleb's embrace. These thoughts sent Greg swimming into a sea of arousal. He darted for a nearby restroom, entered a stall and began to jack off his swelling cock. 

"God, Caleb!" He exclaimed, "Fuck!" 

His strokes seemed to exponentially increase in speed as he reached quite the gratifying climax. Cleaning himself up, he was amazed at something. He still longed for deep intimacy even after he came. He still wanted for Caleb's muscular chest to be pressed against his nude back as the lovingly snuggled. Usually after an orgasm, Greg's mind would venture to non-sexual thoughts. 

Leaning against the wall of the restroom, Greg was faced with a predicament, "How the hell can I approach him? Would he be pissed that I eavesdropped? Would he tell others I'm gay, too?" 

A million more 'would he's' crossed his mind as Greg played out scenario after scenario in his head on how he could screw this dream opportunity up. It is not every day that one's most specific and greatest sexual fantasy had even a realistic chance of coming true. Greg knew he'd regret it if he were to drop the ball on this. Walking out of the school, Greg made a quick-minded decision. 

"It has to be now." 

Greg exited the school and started to the library where he usually studied awaiting his mother who would pick him up on her way home from work. However, he paused at the bike rack pretending to unlock one of the bikes while he really kept his focus on the doors eagerly waiting Caleb. He needed to see him. He needed to talk to him. Greg figured that he could ask the right questions and not screw himself up. He realized that this was a delicate situation and that his reputation, Caleb's, and that of both of their families could potentially be ruined. 

An unseasonably cool breeze chilled every bone in the already nervous Greg's body as he saw Caleb walk out alone. The bright virgin's heart started pounding and his mouth went bone dry. Fortunately he did not have to get the conversation going. 

"Greg." 

Greg not trying to make direct eye contact swallowed hard. This he had not expected. He was tongue tied and could not think nor develop a cohesive thought. 

"Anybody homes?" continued Caleb. 

"Oh sorry. I was uh- just thinking about French Club," replied a flabbergasted Greg. 

"I guess the smart ones do get lost in thought a lot," Caleb chuckled, "Which is why I wanted to talk to you." 

"Shoot." Was all Greg could muster out. 

"You look a little flush. You okay man?" 

"I'm fine, just a bit too cold for shorts today I guess." 

"Yeah, you fool. I'm wearing a hoody and it's almost not enough." 

"Yeah. So what's your question?" 

"You're good at math right?" 

"Sure," said a humble Greg who scored nearly perfect on his SAT math. 

"Good, because I'm kinda on the verge of fucking things up." 

"What do you mean?" 

"See the math at my old school, I guess doesn't count for credit here." 

"Not advanced enough?" 

"I guess. So I had to double up this year and last to graduate. And it's been a bitch. I don't know how you do so good in calculus and statistics, and I can't tell the difference between isosceles and salene trianges." 

"Scalene" 

"Huh" 

"They're called scalene triangles," Greg corrected, nearly bursting into laughter. 

"Well whatever. I need to pass the final to graduate. It's so stupid. I'll never need math again after this, and here it is fucking me up." 

"So you want me to tutor you?" 

"Yeah, kinda. You want to at the library?" 

"That's where I was heading." 

"That's a bit of a walk. I can drive you." 

"Sure." 

Greg followed the unassuming Caleb in his car. The southern beauty explained to Greg how he had lied about getting good grades this quarter in math to his parents. They had been a nervous wreck that his poor performance in math would jeopardize Caleb's athletic scholarship to Syracuse. Caleb explained that he had panicked and just lied to his parents to appease them. 

"And if they find out, I'm fucked." 

"Well you needed help in geometry and what else?" 

"Geometry 1 and 2." 

"That wasn't too smart." 

"I got through Algebra 1 and 2 last year somehow." 

"The counselors are imbeciles at scheduling here. So what am I going to get out of all this?" 

"Nobody's gonna hear that you were snooping around the Rainbow Star meeting." 

Greg's mind hit a wall. Should he feel duped because he's being blackmailed? Or should he feel anger because someone he lusted for passionately was the one setting him up? His head went spinning. 

"Stop the fucking car!" Greg exclaimed, "What are you doing! You saw me!" 

Caleb parallel parked his car on the street. 

"Yes I did." 

"And you think you're gonna fucking blackmail me? What about you? If you out me, then you're kind of in the same boat I'm in. Our reputations might be different, but they're equally as damaging." 

"My family knows and they're proud of me still and know I'm mature enough to gradually handle coming out to others. I'm not a self-loathing closet case." 

"Fuck you. Fuck you. You think I like being closeted? No I fucking don't. But I don't hate myself for what I am." 

"Go to a meeting then. Surround yourself with people like you." 

"Yeah and let Rackers blab his ass off. My parents will find out and freak. I guess they're not as tolerant as yours." 

Greg's eyes had begun to water. He might not have been self-loathing, but he was ever fearful of the repercussions that would arise if anyone ever figured out his little secret. 

"People like me just can't be gay. Or live openly as one." 

Greg hit his head back against the passenger seat's headrest in dismay. He was choking up, holding back the flood of tears. 

"And people like you aren't afraid to fuck up someone's life because you're too stupid to save your own." 

"If it'll make you feel better, I'm the only one who saw you. You only have to worry about me." 

"Gee, wonderful only one person is blackmailing me." 

"For Christ's sake, it's only tutoring. I don't want fucking money or anything." 

"It's the point Caleb. It's the point! This isn't....." 

Greg's words broke off into an uncontrollable weeping. Caleb immediately became ashamed with himself and moved to console him, but then put his arms down, not knowing what to do. 

"This isn't what?" Caleb quietly muttered, "Greg?" 

"I was waiting for you outside." 

"Huh?" 

"I looked in the goddamn room to see if there were any guys whom I could go out with secretly." 

"And you saw me?" 

"Heard you. I was gonna talk to you and play it cool. Fuck Caleb, you're amazing. I wanted you before I knew anything about all this." 

Caleb sat there simply frozen in his seat. He felt like punching himself right in the gut. What could he possibly say that could fix any of this? Right beside him sat an inconsolable Greg. He gazed out his window fixating himself on the light drizzle that had just started to fall. 

"I think I'm gonna get going," started Greg. 

"Don't." 

Caleb squeezed Greg's thigh and moved in for a deep kiss. Greg was stunned by the sheer shock. This was his first kiss with anyone. He sat back allowing for an anger-ridden Caleb to maddeningly thrust his tongue into Greg's mouth as tears began flowing out of Caleb's green eyes. Soon Greg's own tongue responded and their loving mouths moved in harmony as Caleb reached for the handle to move his seat back. He moved Greg on top of him as he remained pressed against his car's vinyl lining. No words were spoken as the two frustrated young men, crying in both anger and newfound jubilance. Finally, after what seemed to be months locked in their mindless trance of passion, Greg broke through. 

"Oh God, Caleb. I love..." 

"No you don't. You love this. Now, shut up." 

The two resumed their passionate kiss as Greg soon began to paw at Caleb's bulging groin. 

"Not here, Greg." 

"What?" 

"You're a virgin right? Totally?" 

"Yes." 

"You're not losing it like this. My house is going to be free Tuesday. Meet me in the lobby after school. Tell your parents you're going to study." 

Greg could not believe these words. These blissful, magical words. It had all been spelled out for him right here, even an excuse to penetrate the parent problem. It was almost too sublime for Greg to consciously believe. He only nodded as Caleb's soft lips warmly breathed his sexual desires into Greg's tingling ear. 

"Tuesday?" Greg finally said. 

"Yeah, Greg. Tuesday." 

As the passion was reaching its crescendo, Greg was snapped out of his daydream by the sound of his teacher. 

"Do you have an answer Greg?" the teacher inquired. 

"Um...The Divine Comedy," responded Greg, who uttered the first thing he could think of related to the subject he thought they were discussing. 

Subsequently, the other students burst into laughter. 

"It appears our Princeton Tiger is taking a break from his scholarly pursuits in favor of a comedic one," said the teacher chucking. 

The bell rang a moment or two later and Greg was spared any more awkwardness. Throughout the seemingly endless school day, Greg searched the halls in hopes of catching a glimpse of his soon to be lover. He was only kidding himself as they never crossed paths in the hall. He himself had even sworn off contact with Caleb in hopes of having a perfect continuation of the raw sexual energy he had shared with Caleb in his car. At last, the school day's culminating two-thirty bell sounded. Greg darted toward his locker and discarded his books. A great swell of blood had rushed to his cock, and Greg simply ignored concealing it. He had grown too thrilled to care about anything other than Caleb. However, he couldn't become giddy with glee at the sight. He was still closeted and Caleb just about. 





The Liberation of Karen



"I love my wife. Really I do."

"Then why are you here?" she asked. 

"I dunno. There's just something... missing. Lately she just doesn't seem to want sex. I don't know what her problem is."

"Maybe it's you," she stated matter-of-factly, twirling a strand of brightly dyed red hair around her manicured finger. "When is the last time you made an effort to turn her on?"

"Good question. It's been awhile. Seems like life just gets in the way." I stroked my cock while talking to her, though it wasn't hard, and the thought of sticking it inside this whore was becoming less and less appealing based on our current topic of discussion.

"Honey," she stated, cracking her gum loudly, still twirling the ghastly colored hair around her finger, "Go home. You're lost right now, and if you let me show you the way you'll never forgive yourself. Go where you belong."

The cheap motel bed creaked as I shifted my weight uncomfortably. "Ah... What do I owe you for this – ah – counseling session?" I opened my billfold with shaky hands. 

The whore reached in and grabbed a twenty. "This'll do." Another crack of the gum. "Thanks for your business, and have a nice night. And don't forget what I said – try turning her on."

"Um yeah. Thanks. You too." I grabbed my hat off the bed and got out of that dingy room as quickly as I could. 

Driving home I nearly had an anxiety attack. My hands shook on the wheel, and my breath came in ragged gasps. I couldn't believe what I had done. I had told my wife I was working late, then stopped on my way home at a motel known for its – well – services. I had almost fucked a dirty prostitute. Good God, what was my life coming to? Thank God that whore had more fucking common sense than I did. 

It's not that I was unhappy. I was just bored, listless. Married life seemed to have fallen into this routine that somehow managed to exclude sex. Between kids, pets, and the endless list of things to be done around the house, there was no excitement left in our marriage. My wife, Karen, is wonderful. She takes care of me and every other aspect of our lives. The problem is that – well – she has let herself go, if you know what I mean. Man, she was a fucking bombshell when she was younger. Big fucking tits, long curvy legs, and a mischievous look in her eyes that made a man's dick hard with just a naughty glance from her in his direction. She used to drop to her knees without notice and suck my cock off. She'd bend over anytime, anywhere, and let me ram my dick in her wet pussy. She was insatiable, and I fucking loved it. 

She still has the big tits and the sexy legs, but that naughty look in her eyes has been replaced with a look of concern: concern over finances, concern over kids, concern over the fucking dishes in the sink and what's for dinner. The only time that old sexy demeanor that I miss takes over her body is when she's been drinking. She's a fox when she's had a few too many, but by then I've usually had twice as many more, and my dick betrays me and won't get hard. Yeah, it probably hurts her feelings that my dick is limp when she's at her hottest, but I can't do shit about it. Maybe if she would dress up around the house instead of wandering around in a big t-shirt and pajama pants I would get a hard-on more often. 

I pulled my truck into the driveway of our modest home with a sick feeling in my stomach. She's gonna know that something's up. She has this way of seeing right through me. I sighed heavily. She's probably standing by the front door, just waiting for me to walk through the doorway so we can talk. God, I get so tired of talking. Why can't I watch TV or even fucking sleep for a few moments? I don't want to talk about my day. I don't care what the kids did today, and I do not want to hear a twenty-minute story about her fight with the cashier at the grocery store. 

I stepped heavily through the front door, expecting the onslaught of domestic life to attack me from all angles. Instead I heard... silence. The lights were off, too. Fucking great, I thought to myself, She's probably out shopping. Spending more of the money that I work all fucking day to bring home.

I trudged tiredly into our bedroom, relieved that the house is empty and I can watch some TV without listening to Karen bitch about it. My eyes took a moment to adjust to the dimness in the bedroom, then my mouth fell open when I saw what was taking place on the bed. There was Karen, sprawled out and ass naked, going to town on herself with a bright green dildo. She hadn't noticed me in the doorway yet, so I stood quietly and watched her pleasure herself. Her wavy golden hair was spread out over the pillow like the halo of an angel – a very dirty angel. Her mouth was opened slightly, her tongue licking her pink lips in pleasure. Her body was writhing, as if in tune to some sexually charged tune only she could hear. One hand moved all over her body, tugging at her hard pink nipples, caressing her soft belly, and rubbing her clit. Her other hand rhythmically plunged the green vibrator in and out of her pussy. She masturbated with so much fervor, and I could hear the splish-splashing sound the dildo made as it entered and withdrew from her pussy. The wet noises, coupled with her feminine sighs and moans, created a sexually charged cadence.

Suddenly I was painfully aware of my own arousal; my hard dick was pressing agonizingly against my rough fabric of my work pants. Trying carefully not to alert her to my presence in the doorway, I slowly unzipped my fly. The relief from the excruciating pressure was immediate. I silently moved my hand into my boxers and gripped my rock-hard dick. I stroked it as I watched her pleasure herself. My desire grew, and my stroking became more and more forceful until I was beating myself hard and fast. A groan escaped from my lips before I could contain it, and, with a startled expression on her face, Karen made eye contact with me. 

"I... uh... I... just..." I stammered, trying to explain my presence in the midst of her dirty little session.

Karen just smiled seductively, and my cock got even harder from the look in her eyes – that same naughty look that used to give boys stiffies and wet dreams. She withdrew the green dildo from her hot, wet pussy, and slowly brought it to her lips. She licked the tip of the dildo, then swirled her pink tongue around it, tasting her pussy juices. Smiling at me knowingly, she tossed the dildo aside and dipped her fingers into her pussy. She twirled her fingers around, entering in and out in a slow, seductive rhythm, all the while staring deep into my soul with her mischievous blue eyes. 

In that instant I lost all self control. I have never undressed as quickly as I did on my way from the doorway to the bed. My cock needed her now. I reached the bed, and without even thinking I straddled her chest and stuffed my dick in her pretty pink mouth. Her blue eyes widened in surprise, then her eyelids drooped down in pleasure as she began to take my cock in and out of her warm mouth. The suction in her mouth caused me pleasure and pain at the same time. Her long tongue swirled around the engorged head of my dick, and her teeth nipped gently at my shaft. She took me to the breaking point, her wet mouth, lips, and tongue milking my dick like she was starving for my semen. I was about to explode in her mouth when she stopped suddenly.

"Don't stop," I gasped raggedly. "Put your fucking mouth back on me now."

"No, no," she whispered teasingly. "It's not time."

"Fine, then," I whispered harshly. I grabbed her hips and roughly pushed her big thighs open, ready to bury my cock in that wet pussy. "I'll just have to fill your pussy up." I was ravenous, and desperately needed to blow my load. 

But Karen did something I did not expect. She firmly, but gently, pushed me off of her. She rolled on her soft stomach and reached for something on the bedside table. I was shocked when I realized what she had in her hand – anal beads. My wife has never cared for anal stimulation – at least not as far as I knew. Like a pro, she reached behind her and inserted the beads into her ass. Then she slowly withdrew them, one at a time. My dick grew harder and more desperate for release with each bead that popped out of her tight asshole. Finally the last bead popped free. Karen looked at me over her bare shoulder with a look in her eyes that said, Want a turn?

Without further invitation I straddled her white, naked ass and slowly pressed my dick in, not wanting to hurt her. She arched her back, reached her hands behind, grabbed my ass, and pulled my cock all the way inside her tight asshole. The pleasure was immense. I began moving in and out, in and out, and she whispered, "Faster!" I was happy to oblige, and soon I was pounding her ass with my rock-hard dick. My mind lost control of my hands, and I suddenly realized that I was slapping her big ass repeatedly, pulling on her golden hair – her dirty halo – and digging my fingers roughly into her supple ass cheeks. 

Suddenly aware that I must be causing her pain, I withdrew my cock from her little asshole. "Oh God, I... I'm sorry..." I started to say, but before I could finish my apology she had rolled me over onto my back. She stood up and straddled me on our bed, then slowly lowered herself so that my dick slid without hesitation back into her tight ass. The insides felt like velvet, hot and smooth and milking my cock. She used the muscles in her thighs to move up and down, up and down my long shaft. She took me back to the breaking point, and just as I began to explode she moved down the bed and firmly placed her warm pink mouth around my huge cock. She fondled my balls and dipped her smooth-skinned fingers into my anus while she sucked every last drop of semen out of the tip of my cock. After she swallowed my load, she looked up at me, that wonderful look still glowing in her eyes. A little drop of semen escaped from the corner of her mouth, and she licked it away with her long pink tongue. Another small drop escaped from the tip of my penis, and she ducked her head to lick that away too, her golden hair spilling over my belly and soaking up my sweat. 

As I lay there, utterly spent and pondering what the hell had gotten into my wife, she stood up, threw her wet hair back, and matter-of-factly said, "Now, what shall I cook for dinner?"