0 comments/ 9229 views/ 0 favorites The Limousine By: Sweety1946@aol.com Although Carla had been out with Joel several times, this was the first time he had been mysterious about where they were going. She had only known him for a few weeks, but already she knew he was someone special. As a matter of fact, she had just finished speaking with her best friend, MD, on the phone and told her just that. "When he is with me, he makes me feel like I am the only woman in the world", she had gushed. Even though she was on the phone, MD could see the smile on her friend's face, and the sincerity in her voice was coming through loud and clear. She was genuinely delighted for Carla, she deserved to be ecstatic. Her last relationship had been a very lengthy one, and the breakup was agonizing. The sub sequential recovery time had been equally as long and arduous. Carla had finally begun dating again. Nothing serious, just a couple of fun dates with acquaintances at work. While shopping at the mall one day, she happened to walk into a popular woman's boutique. Behind the counter was Joel. He was gorgeous in charcoal gray fine pinstripe, his blue eyes bright and beautiful, and they had followed her from the time she had entered the store, until the time she left. She could feel them. As she strolled around the store, she kept sneaking looks at him, and was almost astonished at the immediate rush of moisture to her pussy as she did. It had been a long time since she felt that way. She could feel herself blush, and busied herself with looking through a rack full of dainty lingerie, which was making her hornier yet. She grabbed a sexy looking black lace bra, lacy black panties to match, a pair of black thigh highs and a seductive low cut black dress to complete the outfit. She had no idea when or where she would ever wear such things, she just knew she wanted them at the moment. As she walked toward the counter, she made up her mind to open an account at the store. Maybe he would be there again when she came back. He smiled broadly as he handed her the paperwork to fill out, and her juices started flowing again. She could hardly take her eyes away from him. As she stood filling out the application, she kept crossing and uncrossing her legs, squeezing her pussy as she did. She couldn't get over the feeling of complete sensuality he seemed to exude over her. There was definitely something different about him, something that made her want him. When he spoke, his voice was warm as a summer breeze, calm, quieting, and slightly sexual. "Ah,", he said, "I see you are a local woman". She nodded, unable to answer, her cunt was dripping now, she was extremely aware of the wetness between her legs. She clenched her thighs tighter together, and when she did, a tiny moan escaped her lips. He picked up on it immediately, and looked up from the application smiling, "Excuse me"? Trying to hide the blush in her cheeks, she grabbed the bag from the counter, and asked him when she would know if the credit went through. He told her she would be notified. That was the last thing she heard as she hurried through the exit doors. Her heart was pounding, almost as much as her pussy, the puddle in her panties spreading as she quickly walked to her car. She couldn't believe how wet she was, how horny. Had it been that long since she had been so excited? She didn't care, she threw the bag in the car with her purse, got in the driver's seat and pulled out of the parking lot. At the first deserted looking street she came to she turned down it and parked. She opened her jeans, and slid her hand down between her soft stomach and her silk panties to her pulsating crotch. Her fingers found her shaven slit entirely wet. She gripped the steering wheel with her other hand, while she pushed two fingers into her wet love canal. At the same time, her hips lifted off the seat meeting the thrust of her fingers. Her thumb came to rest on her throbbing clitoris. It was only a few minutes of that manual manipulation until she felt the familiar heat, the warning of impending explosion. A moment of stillness, and the rush of waves, convulsions of nerves, seepage of fluid. Her breathing was hard and quick, she uttered something unintelligible, gripping the steering wheel, her hips still in the air as she orgasmed. After the spasms subsided, she relaxed a few moments, her head back on the headrest with her eyes closed. It was at that moment she realized what she had done. She started to look around, hoping that no one was witness to her wanton display of masturbation. No, no one had seen her, or at least was still there watching her if they had. She shook her head, as if to wake up, as if it was almost a dream. She had never, ever done anything like that before. She was both excited and repulsed at the same time. She started the car up, put on the lights, and headed home, still thinking about what she had done. She could see her breath as she waited for him to arrive. The weather had turned cold so quickly, her full-length black cashmere coat felt wonderfully cozy against the early winter chill. He had always come to the door before, but tonight, he specifically requested that she be outside, she didn't question him, she did as she was asked. That was what made him unusual. He had a way of requesting, asking things from her that she could not, did not want to deny. Just simple things really, like the first time he asked her out. It had been two days after she had put the credit application in at the boutique. She had just gotten in from work, and the phone was ringing. As soon as he started speaking, she knew it was him. "Carla Wilson please", he had said. "That's me", she responded quickly. He laughed, a melodious chortle greeted her ears, and he became even more desirable at that moment than he had been the first time she saw him, if that was possible. "So," he said, "now I know two things about you, one is that I have the right number, and two that you pay your bills on time because you didn't ask who was calling first." She had to laugh at that herself, of course she didn't want to let him know she knew who it was, so she played his little game. "I will have you know sir that my credit is excellent, but I will, at this point, have to ask who is calling now". For some strange reason, she was getting that same reaction again. The tingle in her breasts, the moisture between her legs, she started to tremble a bit and had to sit down. "I am so sorry Ms. Wilson, this is Joel Winters from The Tempting Triangle Boutique at the Westside Mall." I am calling to let you know that yes, you do have excellent credit, and your application has been approved." Again, that soft smoldering voice seeming to put her at ease, and yet at the same time aroused her. "I must apologize for this intrusion, we normally don't call our applicants, but since you were local, and might want to stop by again in the near future, I thought you might like to know before you got the official notification in the mail." If she closed her eyes, she could see the smile on his face, her hand involuntarily moved to her breast. "Well thank you Mr. Winters, I appreciate the special attention." "You may call me Joel, if I can call you Carla". Her nipples were pointed and pushing through the soft material of her blouse, and her lace bra. She was unconsciously rubbing them while he talked to her. He had asked the usual casual questions at first , how was she, had she just gotten home from work, did she enjoy the early winter chill in the air, and then he asked. "Carla, do you think you might be interested in joining me for dinner on Friday?" It was that quick, that straightforward, and her answer coincided with a super hot rush to her already wet pussy, "That sounds like fun Joel, I would like it very much." That was the beginning, only a few short weeks ago, it seemed longer, but then they had seen each other quite often during that period. He was so attentive, always at her side, offering his assistance if she needed it from opening her car door for her to unlocking her door at night. But in all that time, he had never pushed for anything physical, other than one deeply passionate, arousing kiss at the end of the evening. One kiss, per date, he was driving her insane with penned up frustration. Even after that very first call, she had gone to her bedroom, undressed totally, and fingered her swollen cunt to orgasm. It was the second time she had spoken to him and the second time she had done that. It was becoming more and more obvious to her, she wanted him desperately. The first date was everything she could have imagined, he came to her house, picked her up, took her to a fine local restaurant where they enjoyed a wonderful dinner together. Their leisurely dinner was enhanced by some genuinely lively conversation, some personal, some intellectual, some just downright silly. He had a way of making her giggle softly, or he could make her put her head back and laugh vociferously at some slightly off color joke he was telling. At the end of the evening, when he took her to her porch, he unlocked her door, turned to her, and took the pins out of her upswept hair. He merely stated, " you look wonderful with your hair down over your shoulders". That was when he took her in his arms and kissed her astonished, unspoken reply away, and replaced it with a hot burning desire between her legs. Every time after that, when she was with him, her hair was softly flowing over her shoulders. His adoring eyes upon her always showed his approval thereafter. There had been other less than subtle requests, like the night they went to a famous women's lingerie emporium. He said he needed something from the office at the mall, but as they were leaving, he guided her into the lingerie shop. She was embarrassed at first, he walked over to a rack of very short skirts, and picked one out in her size. Her questioning eyes were greeted by the response of "but my dear, it is my job to know women's sizes, and now wouldn't you love to try this on for me?" She only nodded, not questioning, just like it was a routine shopping tour. When she got into the fitting room, she pushed the crotch of her panties aside and slid her fingers around her swelling clit. She so wanted release, he was teasing her, she knew it, but wanted to play his game. She reluctantly replaced the crotch, licked her fingers, and put on the skirt. As she walked out of the room she had only to look at his face to know he approved wholeheartedly. After she removed the skirt and returned to him, he took it and some other things he had gathered together, and paid for them at the counter. He got the bag and they left the mall. That night they went to the movies, when they got in their seats, he handed her the bag. Without a word, she got up, and went to the ladies room. There she opened the bag and removed the contents. A cup less bra, a pair of thong panties, the skirt, and a see through blouse. She could never do it, but she knew that she would anyway, to please him, to please herself in the end. She dressed in the obscenely decadent outfit and returned to her seat. What he did next astonished and excited her. He put his arm around her and took his cock out of his pants. It was hard, erect and looked incredibly edible. His arm upon her shoulders was the barrier, he neither touched her nor spoke to her, he only stroked his cock as she watched fascinated. He was evil, he was wicked, he was the most sensual, erotic man she had ever encountered. She knew if she spoke or moved, she would regret it, she did not move a muscle. His hand moved slowly, almost agonizingly up his long shaft, she could see the grip of his hand on the base, applying pressure as his fist rose closer to the head, and then a quick snap over the head, and a light return to the base. She could see the first hint of pre cum on the head, it gleamed like diamonds in the dark. It was all that she could do to not touch him, not lean over and press her lips to his male hardness. He stroked for a few more minutes, and then did another amazing thing, he stopped, and returned his swollen cock to his pants. He handed the bag with the clothes she had worn into the theater back to her and asked her to change back before they left the movie house. His game was becoming a bit much, dress, undress, watch , don't watch. She was so frustrated, she finally blurted out, "Did I do something wrong?" He patted her hand, and told her, "No my darling, you were perfect, please change now". She was more perplexed than ever, but she did as she was asked, because he was so charming, so alluring, so full of promise, she had no defense against him. That brings us to this evening, the request for the evening was two fold, one was to wear the outfit that she had purchased the first time he saw her in the boutique, and to accompany the outfit with two items that would be arriving at her door that day. One was the lovely cashmere coat she wore, the other was a pair of black five-inch stiletto heels that she hoped she could wear without falling over. The other was to be outside waiting at precisely 8:00 p.m., and she was. The bright lights of the limousine captured her outline as they neared their destination. The driver pulled over to the curb right in front of her and immediately got out of the car to open the door for her. She was so unprepared for this that she hesitated momentarily, until she heard his voice from inside telling her it was all right, the limousine was to be at their beck and call for the duration of their date. As she entered the softly lit limo, she was taken back momentarily by his handsome appearance.. Her desires peaked instantly, first at the sound of his voice, second by the look on his face. She knew without a word being spoken that she would be his tonight. The soft close of the door behind her brought her out of her momentary daydream, and despite the warmth of the coat, she shivered as he took her face in his hands and kissed her softly on the lips. "You look like a dream, darling" was what was whispered in her ear, her pussy screamed back to him, I want you so badly you can't know. But he did, he had enticed her, he had manipulated her into this position, she had played his game well, and was about to be rewarded for her efforts. He placed one hand behind her back at her shoulders, and the other at the other shoulder, and lifted the coat slightly so she could remove her arms as she leaned forward. He took the coat, folded it and placed it over the seat. Her nipples were hard, they had been hard all day, knowing that something special would happen, but not knowing exactly what. "Are you comfortable Carla?" he queried. She murmured a soft purring sound, that excited him. He took her into his arms, and pressed very closely to her kissing her face gently first, then pressing his lips to hers, opening her mouth with his warm tongue. Sliding it into her waiting, receptive, wet mouth. She groaned instantaneously, her arms holding him tightly around the neck, her fingers pushing through his hair at the base of his neck. Oh God how she wanted him. Her body, her chest, her hips wanted to melt into him, become one with him. She needed him. His kiss was becoming more urgent, more heated, their faces were sprinkled with the combined moisture from their tongues and mouths. Had the windows not been blackened, they would have been completely fogged. The driver from his far away vantage point watched intently from his rear view mirror, he had a front row seat to be sure. Carla didn't notice him at all, not at that moment. She was too occupied, too intent on enjoying the pleasures her new lover was bestowing on her. His hands slid gently around her waist, reaching to the back of her dress, she could feel him pulling down the zipper, she leaned forward to make it easier for him. Never letting his mouth leave hers. She lover the taste of him, his lips strong yet soft, his tongue deft at doing all the right things to make her excited. His warmth, his wet wanting was intoxicating. The way he pulled her soft pink tongue into his mouth was exciting, reminding her of sucking deeply on a hard cock. Her panties were becoming wetter by the minute. He asked her to lift her arms, without any hesitation she did, the fully lined dress rushed past her face and up her arms. He placed it with the coat. She sat in the limo in just her bra, panties, stockings and heels. He slid off the seat, turning on one knee, placing himself in front of her. He gently pushed his palm to palm hands between them and spread them out between her legs. She had to push out on her vaginal muscles to keep from cumming, she knew what was coming, she needed him for so long, he would know exactly how to please her. Her imagination had had his face in her pussy a thousand times. She was more than ready. He removed her heels, and licked her toes through her stockings, the sensation was incredible. No one had ever done that, she tried to think of other things, maybe she could see through the windows if she looked, but she couldn't take her eyes from him. And every once in a while he looked at her to see if she was enjoying the trip. Her constant moans were all the answer he needed. His tongue trailed up her leg at a leisurely pace, in her mind she thought she might scream at him anytime, "Do you know what the hell your are doing to me", but of course he did, and she knew he did, it was all part of the game. Finally his face was at her thighs, she shifted down in the seat a bit, so that he had a clear unobstructed point from which to suck her drenched cunt. He paused his mouth over the crotch of her panties, and placed it on the material. He sucked her into his mouth deeply pulling the soft skin of her shaved pussy with the panties' material, her immediate response was to moan loudly. It was at that moment that she saw him, the driver, watching. A slow smile spreading over his lips as he saw her reaction. She tapped her lover on the shoulder, and pointed to the driver. He raised his head, put one finger to his lips in a "shushing" motion, and proceeded to slide his hands over her hips into the elastic of her panties and started to pull them down. He was asking her to let the driver watch them, let him be, let him enjoy. She could not deny him his request, she raised her ass off the seat so he could remove her panties. He smiled at her as he did. He paused over her unopened slit to take in her sweet scent, her heat, her passion. He could see the juices that had already spilled forward and run down the labial lips. He knew once he placed his tongue in her hot pussy he would cum. He planned on it. She had to admit that the thought of the driver watching was exciting, not something she thought she would like, but never the less, it was enticing. His breath on her sizzling pussy was enough to almost put her over the top. She hoped he would not be disappointed in her because she knew that once he opened her and licked her hot liquid, she would cum. She looked forward to it. The driver pulled over into the slow lane, he could see exactly what was going to happen, the heat in the back of the limo was incredible, and just in case he got a little more excited than he thought he would, he would be able to pull off in a hurry. He was ready for anything. He gently touched his mouth upon her smoldering outer lips, they were hot to the touch, Her scent so heady, he could feel the pressure building in his balls. Jesus she was hot, her pelvis was grinding toward his face, trying to intice him toward her. He took his thumbs and slowly pulled back the naked flesh, to the heat being generated inside. Her juices started running out as soon as he did. Her moans were incredibly loud making his own pending orgasm almost impossible to control. He held back a moment, moving back to her thighs kissing her sweetly there, pausing long enough to let her excitement and his own subside slightly before continuing. The Limousine She was clutching at the edge of the leather seat, so close to ecstasy, and yet so far. He knew how to keep her attention, he was absolutely awesome. She could feel her love juice spilling from her pussy, she was trying to hold it back, but the muscles kept pushing it out. Her nails dug deeper into the seat's leather. His cock was as hard as a rock, engorged to the point of bursting. His balls were pulled up as far as they could conceivably go without moving inside his body. His pain/pleasure threshold was almost at its limit. His hands were shaking as he placed them again on her sweet pussy. The driver was sweating. The tension was almost more than he could bear, and he wasn't even back there. His hands gripped the steering wheel for dear life. He again opened her hot slit, juices tumbled forward in a steady stream now, more than he had ever seen before, she was in a constant state of erotic tension. His cock was throbbing, the pre cum dripping at a perpetual pace. Enough so that a large patch of wet could be seen on the front his pants. His trembling lips again kissed her lower ones, his tongue licked at the juices on the outside and then in a slow deliberate motion, he licked her juices. He slid his tongue inside her so softly, so gently, she hardly knew he was there. He was lapping her love liquid, and he was still in control. She could feel him there, but just barely, there was so much wetness, it made a barrier to his touch. He even was able to lick at her vaginal opening, sucking slightly at the oozing fluids there, once he ventured his tongue slightly inside her cunt was like a vacuum, Sucking at him wanting to pull him in. He knew he had to stay away, but could please her without making her cum, at least not yet. His tongue moved upward and he opened the hood of the clitoris and exposed the hard proud engorged organ. He knew better than to touch it, so kept his tongue circling around the outside. Even that was almost enough to take her to the brink. Her pelvic gyrations were clearly involuntary, he knew if he didn't do something she would explode. He sat back on his heels, his hands resting on her knees and looked hungrily into her eyes. "Do you think you are up to returning the pleasure?" he questioned. She leaned forward, kissing him lustily, tasting her own juices in her mouth and then whispered, " I only pray I can give you the same amount of pleasure as you have given me." With that, he got back up on the seat, and she slid down in between his legs. She took her hand and slowly ran it up and down the front of his pants, over his hard cock. He leaned back in the seat and closed his eyes. He did not want to cum yet. He had to think of something. He wanted to cum in all her wetness, feel her cunt pulling him in deeply, encompassing his throbbing cock totally. He sat up, gently took her by the shoulders, and turned her around so that she was sitting right in front of him, her back to him, the back of her head next to the seat. The driver wasn't just sweating, he was also swearing now. Not only did nobody get off yet, he was having one hell of a time trying to see what they were doing. Damn sometimes he hated this car. He would have to get some new mirrors, maybe ones that magnified, yeah, he thought he would look into that. She sat slightly perplexed in front of him, what did he want her to do? Her answer came quickly. He took her head in his hands and leaned it back against the seat so that she was looking back at him, her head on the seat. He was unzipping his pants, and he reached in his pants and pulled out his hard swollen prick. The head was very red, very hot, and he slid it right across her wet lips. He shuddered as he guided it across them, she took her hand and held the tip of the head with her fingers, rubbing the head with the pre cum dripping there. It was his turn to groan, and he did, long and low were his moans, as she pressed the wide portion of her tongue firmly against the underside of his swollen cock. He did not want to slide it in her mouth, he knew he would not be able to stop, but this, just this little bit, was a tender piece of heaven. She sucked gently at the underside of his cock as he moved it back and forth. She loved his scent, his muskiness, he was so wonderfully sexy. By pushing her tongue out full force she could just reach the hole in the tip as he moved it past, she tasted him that way over and over. The sensation for him was ecstatic, her pussy was starting to run again, The driver was ready to jump out of the car and start shaking somebody up. He was more frustrated that the both of them put together. If he could only see something he would feel a lot better. Oh but wait a minute, all of a sudden he saw her move back up to the seat with his boss. Well, well, seems he would be getting a show after all. He had whispered to her that they had both waited far too long, it was time. And with that he reached under her arms and lifted her back onto the seat. He then pulled his pants and shorts down, and patted his lap. She knew exactly what to do. She got off the seat, and opened her legs wide straddling his knees so that she could slide down his cock. It was her turn to tease him. And she did. An inch at a time. Until she had taken him to the hilt. She did not move a muscle, just relished the feeling of his swollen hot cock filling her wet pussy. Then she began to ride him, slowly at first, only up half way or so, then longer and harder strides until finally she was fucking his hard cock deeper and harder than she thought she ever could. He reached in front of her, and slid his finger in between her legs as she moved up and down. He located her hot little pearl, and began to massage it gently. It wasn't long, they were more than ready, her pussy clutching and releasing his cock was pretty much it for him. Her cunt was so laden with her love lotion that the few strokes on her clitoris brought tremors from down by her toes all the way up to the base of her skull. He pounded a few good strokes into her pussy and his cock started to explode on impact. His body contracted and the hard wrenching spasms started. They came together, they came as one. The driver breathed a sigh of relief, and wiped his sweaty brow. They just made it to Atlantic City, when they had finished and the driver pulled up to the casino. Carla gathered her clothes hurriedly together, slapped on her coat, and stuffed her clothes under her coat, she put her shoes on and for all intents and purposes, she looked as if she were completely dressed. Joel hurriedly pulled on his pants pulled up his zipper and threw on his topcoat, a little disheveled, but both with smiles on their faces. The chauffeur opened the door for them leaving them in the front of the casino. As the driver pulled off, he looked in the rearview mirror, reached into his pocket, and pulled out a pair of black lace panties. He tossed them in the air, caught them in his hand and pressed them to his nose and breathed in deeply. Aloud he said to himself, "Yep that Joel, he sure tips good, and always gives the ladies a good ride for the money." And with that, he pulled off the road, turned off the engine, and slowly pulled down his zipper. He was into having safe sex. The Limousine Richard hadn't told me much at all! He told me that I would be picked up at eight and I was just follow instructions. So here I was, standing on the corner again, dressed and made up in a fashion that was most obviously having an effect on the men going by. I was wearing my lacy black top with no bra underneath. It made me feel very exposed as the warm night air made my nipples stand erect. My short, very short, leather skirt just covered the tops of my black sheer stocking. These were held up with a matching red silky knickers and suspender set. My red high heels finished off the look. The high heels and short skirt forced me to stand very upright with my shoulders back. I could see the results mirrored in the shop window I stood in front of. Richard will be pleased! My breast stood out and my nipples pressed against the lacy material. The lace curved in to echo my waist and the leather skirt contoured my slender hips and firm bottom. The effect of the short skirt and high heels made my legs look longer and tantalisingly shapely. Tantalising, Yes! That's how I was feeling! I was starting to enjoy the attention I was receiving and started modelling myself for more of it! Standing there proud and sexy, I didn't notice the large white, darkened windowed limousine as it pulled up along side of me. 'Sue?' a soft deep voice asked. I was taken aback by a tall, broad man holding the back door open with one hand, while the other was outstretched to me! 'Yes!' I replied and took his hand with out question. I passed him and stepped in to rear of the car. I was very aware that as I stooped to get in, my escort must have got a good view of my stocking tops. The soft whistle that he made confirmed my thoughts. 'Please sit down here!' Another voice! Another man! He was seating there, dark tanned, chiselled looks, very nice! I followed his instruction and sat down beside him. The other man closed the door and sat the other side of me. Here I was between to men, two strangers! Where's Richard? I ask with concern! He said he will come later! The dark man said with a knowing smile! 'My name is Tony' the dark one said 'And he is Marcus.' 'Would you like a drink?' Marcus asked at the same time handing me a drink. I couldn't refuse. 'Thank you!' ' And what's his name? I asked pointing to the uniformed and capped driver. ' O he's just the driver!' The smiling eyes of the driver met mine in the rear view mirror. Driving along and I had no idea where I was. The inside of the car was incredible.! The seat I was on was soft leather and large enough for about six people. There was masses of leg room in front. A music system filled the interior with soft seductive sounds. A well stocked bar lay open. Both of my escorts enjoyed a drink and I enjoyed my second! My head was swimming and although I was in a strange car with strange men, I felt relaxed. 'Have you spiked my drinks? I half asked, knowing they wouldn't tell me if they had! 'No!' Marcus said with a very big smile! 'Relax, enjoy yourself!' Tony continued. 'We intend to!' he said in a soft quiet voice. And both men looked at each other and smiled! The next think I became aware of was Marcus telling me to put my arms behind them, on the back of the seat. This I did without question. Tony had his hand on my waist and was slowly making his way towards my breast. Marcus had his hand firmly on my leg, gently, but forcibly parting them. I didn't resist, I couldn't. I lay my head back onto the soft leather seat and Marcus kissed me passionately! It took my breath, but I found that rather than fight, I was returning his passion. ' She's hot!' Marcus gasped. My lips remained partly open in the hope of more. I wasn't disappointed. Tony took over where Marcus left off. His tongue darted into my mouth, assimilating it as if it was my pussy! I heard myself moan. Marcus was busily unbuckling my leather skirt and as he completed the task, I raised my hips so that he could remove it fully! 'Fucking hell! Look at this! She is so fucking sexy! Both of them were looking at me with eyes full of passion and desire. I realised that I was going to get well and truly seen to. The car hummed along, it was nice, sensual, the movement of the car as we drove along, me being devoured by two strangers, while outside all was oblivious. Tony pressed something and the seat started to move forward, while at the same time the back of the seat followed it down. I was now lying flat on my back on a seat that had turned into a large comfortable bed. Marcus and Tony were quickly but silently removing their cloths. I couldn't believe it! The ceiling of the car was a large mirror and I could see myself lying there, wanton, sexy and waiting. I raised my head to look into the drivers mirror, and sure enough his smiling eyes were looking at me. I smiled back, I knew he must be getting a real good view of what was going on. Tony was on his knees next to my head. I gasp at the size of his manhood! 'You like?' I couldn't answer, I just smiled. He took my hand and placed it on his cock. It jumped in response to my touch. It was hard and throbbing. I started wanking him automatically! 'good girl' he said in a husky rampant voice. Marcus was unbuttoning my blouse and exposing my firm breast. His mouth found my errect nipples and he sucked and licked them lovingly. His hands moved down my stomach, down my thigh and onto my legs. I wanted to be touched! My legs parted as if inviting him in and he took the invite without hesitation. His fingers caressed over the silky red knickers and down between my now swollen pussy lips. 'This slut is so juicy, I think she wants a good fucking!!' 'Are you a slut and a wanton tart?' Tony asked in a voice that had now passed the point of reason. He was going to fuck me whatever I said, but I was not worried, in fact the opposite, I wanted it! 'Well!?' Marcus asked ' Are you a slut that wants fucking?' ' Oh Yes! Please fuck me! Do whatever you like! I'm Richard's tart and I do what ever he tells me to do and I know he wants you to fuck me!' 'Suck this!' said Tony as he pushed his cock into my mouth. I could hardly open my mouth wide enough, but that wasn't going to stop me trying! Marcus had removed my soaked knickers and put them in his pocket. Now between my bent legs, I could feel that my pussy had opened up. His fingers busily explored me. Probing, pulling and inserting he finger fucked me again and again! I winced and moaned , but not in pain, but pleasure! His tongue darted over my love button, then he sucked it and made my shiver in delight. I could feel the ecstasy welling up inside of me! Marcus stopped and knelled between my open inviting legs. 'God do I want to fuck this pussy!' I felt the large head of his manhood push against my open pussy, but it felt to big. But Marcus was not going to miss this fuck. He pushed again and his cock forced its way in. I tried to gasp, but Tony was no fucking my mouth furiously. I help his large balls willing then to release the lovely creamy spunk into my hungry mouth. Marcus, went deeper and harder with each thrust. I was well and truly being fucked and loving every minute of it! I could feel Tony trust and I felt his hot spunk feel my mouth, I couldn't do anything but swallow, and I did hungrily. Marcus matched Tony by exploding his creamy seed deep into my belly and I came again and again. I lay there legs open, cunt open, mouth open! They were both asking me what I wanted and asking me if I liked it!! Do you want to be fucked? Do you like being fucked? Do you like being a tart? Do you like being Richard's Slut? Are you going to do this again? All I could say was Yes! Oh Yes! They changed places and started to hump me again! I was theirs! They could have me! Take me! Do what they want with me! And they did! Again and again! I awoke feeling warm, comfortable and satisfied! I realised where I was, seeing myself lying there naked and wanton. Tony and Marcus had gone! The driver turned around and asked 'Are you ready to go home madam?' He removed his cap and I saw that glint in his eyes and that cheeky smile that I recognised! You!? You missed a fantastic night! I told him. 'No!' Richard said triumphantly, 'I videotaped it, see the camera up in the corner! You're such a pervert! 'I know! He replied with a big smile, would you want me any other way? The Limousine Ride It was an evening that Theresa would never forget. A night so sensual, so erotic, that years later her heart would beat faster and faster - at the thought of Mary and the limousine ride. Mary had long blonde flowing hair with the deepest blue eyes she had ever seen. Theresa was tall at 5'8". She was at a gay bar when she first saw Mary. Instantly she was attracted to Mary, and, the attraction was mutual. Mary was the same height as Theresa, graceful, and looked like a model. When she walked into the bar, heads turned to see the beauty that stood out with stunning essence. When the music started again, Theresa watched as Mary was asked to dance several times, and each time she declined. When their eyes met, both walked toward each other as if in slow motion. With each dance, their moves matched becoming more sensual as the evening progressed. Theresa was several years older than Mary yet age did not matter. They were both young and drawn to each other. That was all that really mattered, to live and enjoy what each day would bring. And so, for the next three months, they did enjoy each other in every way possible. Their intimate moments were breathtaking, hot, exciting. On this particular weekend, Theresa wanted to surprise Mary. So she told Mary to come to her house and also told her what she wanted her to wear. Throughout the day as Theresa made plans her excitement continued to mount. Mary arrived early that evening and Theresa had a hard time taking her eyes off of her. Mary had on a sexy short green dress, high heels, and sexy lace panties. Her bountiful breasts literally poured out of the dress while nipples strained against the soft material. Theresa wore a black pantsuit that made her look daring and adventurous. Theresa told Mary to close her eyes and then she placed a blindfold on her. Taking her hand, she led her outside for her -- surprise. She removed the blindfold at the end of the driveway. Mary was speechless as she stared at the long black limousine stretched out before her. "Wow," was all she could say as the driver came around to open the door for them. Once inside the privacy of the limousine, Theresa opened the chilled champagne she had bought earlier and left with the driver. As she started the cd the smooth voice of Luther Vandrous filled their haven. Each of them sipped on their champagne, closing their eyes and savoring the romantic moment. The look in Mary's eyes gleamed with such emotion as she leaned over to Theresa and began to kiss her. Her kiss was slow, enticing, and when Mary pulled back to look into Theresa's eyes, no words were necessary as they began to kiss again. Their kisses deepened, their breathing becoming heavier, and heavier. The music continued to entice their mood. They were lost in the throes of passion as their hands slowly teased, touched, kissed. Theresa opened Mary's legs not at all surprised at how wet her warm folds had become. Slowly, deliberately, Theresa continued to tease Mary as moans filled the air. She rubbed her now swollen clit, small circular caresses, continuing to kiss her lips, moving down her neck, down her chest. Mary grabbed Theresa's head pulling her closer, needing her even closer. Theresa had become an aphrodisiac to her senses. Her heart beat so fast that it bloated out the soft music. When she felt Theresa's fingers rubbing her clit harder and harder, she knew she was close to cumming. And as soon as she felt Theresa sliding first one finger, then another inside her throbbing hot pussy, she could no longer contain the rapturous feeling inside her warmth. Warm juices coated Theresa's hand and through the whole orgasm she felt warm lips kissing and sucking on her hardened nipples. Her body raised up higher trying to climb inside of Theresa. Her breathing began to slow just a bit. She moaned softly as Theresa pulled her fingers from their warm haven, licking first one, then the other. Theresa smiled as she looked deep into Mary's eyes. Perspiration beaded both their bodies. The air smelled of their sex. Mary turned to Theresa and opened her blouse. Hands touching her breasts, bending over to slowly kiss each warm round orb. Theresa pulled her head closer. Mary then began to rub against Theresa's pants, wanting to feel her, taste her. But, Theresa would not allow her to as she pulled Mary back up on the seat beside of her, kissing her tenderly. How long they had been riding, Mary had no idea. But as the limo began to slow down, Theresa smiled as a hint of merriment filled her eyes and shown like the stars. Theresa reached to help Mary adjust her cloths when the car came to a full stop. Kissing her softly on her lips, she took her hand and squeezed it. The driver waited for the signal from Theresa. When the knock on the glass finally came, he stepped out of the limo and walked around to open the door for the ladies. He gave a 'knowing' smile at Theresa as he closed the door. She noticed how pale he was also and she knew -- he must have seen and heard -- everything. For some reason, the excited her beyond words. Theresa reached for Mary's hand as they walked quickly toward the auditorium. Mary could hardly contain her enthusiasm even though she still had no idea who they were going to see. She was so excited! Theresa finally told her who they were going to see perform and Mary got big tears in her eyes. She had always wanted to see Luther Vandrous! What a perfect evening this was....romantic, sweet, sensual, adventurous. They found their seats and to Mary's surprise again, they were just above the stage so they were actually looking down on the stage and in the second row. Although seats were very close, they were absolutely fabulous. The speaker system was very loud, and when the concert started, they were soon caught up in all the excitement, their senses becoming aroused. The music had the entire crowd singing with the band. Theresa sat to the right of Mary. She wanted to touch her, feel her sinewy long legs, her soft skin. When Mary crossed her legs, right leg over her left, she revealed more of her thighs. Theresa did not care if anyone saw her or not, yet she knew she should be discreet all the same. As she crossed her legs, leaning closer to Mary, she began to softly rub and caress Mary's thigh. Theresa watched Mary's body, her response to her touch, and when their eyes met, Mary smiled at her, eyes taking on a sensual 'take me babe' look. Mary then shifted a little allowing Theresa full access to her welcoming hips. Her short dress hiked up further as Theresa continued to caress her hip, thigh, moving ever closer to her smooth pussy. Both of them were oblivious to the few people around them that could not help but notice what was going on. The man sitting beside of Mary was getting more excited by the minute. As much as he tried to ignore what was happening, it was the biggest turn on he had ever witnessed. His mouth was actually watering as he listened to the women, heard the moans. The music continued to assault Theresa's senses, pounding in her ears, heart beating faster as her finger began to rub Mary's swollen clit. Mary's body began to glisten as she moved even more wanting to feel Theresa's hand inside her hot pussy again. And when Theresa slid first one finger, then another, deep inside Mary, she squeezed Mary's arm when she heard her moan. Mary had slid down more in the seat as Theresa continued to tease her. Her fingers working their magic as she moved very very slowly in, and out, in, and out, softly, slowly, as her pussy became hotter, wetter. She began to move and gyrate causing Theresa to lean closer to her cautioning her that people could hear. Mary turned to Theresa, looked her straight in the eyes and said, "I -- don't -- care!" Theresa was getting so turned on at their public display that she no longer cared where they were. Being so daring, so public, only heightened and added to the rapturous feelings that penetrated her entire being. As her body began to perspire more, she didn't stop teasing Mary. She watched as Mary closed here eyes, realizing that she was getting very close to cumming. Yet her fingers moved ever so slow, deliberately slow, sensually slow. As Mary's hips began to move back against Theresa's fingers, she could feel that tightening sensation building, which one of them moaned? Theresa's hand felt wet yet she did not stop teasing Mary. Suddenly, the man that had been sitting beside of Mary stood up directly in front of both of them. It was very evident that he was shaken as he stood his full height of well over six and half feet tall. He was big, muscular, and the biggest black man that Theresa and Mary had ever seen. He looked down at both of them and said, "I'll take on the two of you right now. Both of you -- now." Eyes widened as they both looked up at him not knowing what to say as they watched him for several minutes, or was it only moments? He turned and walked away, never returning to his seat. Theresa reached for Mary's hand as they both looked around and realized that they must have been seen although no one was directly watching them. Mary brought Theresa's hand to her lips. While looking deep in Theresa's eyes, she began to lick her pussy juices off of Theresa's hand. Her eyes closed, enjoying and savoring her scent. It was now Theresa's turn to be teased. (To be continued)...