1 comments/ 19987 views/ 3 favorites Too Good To Be True By: krystyl251 Katie was a college-aged girl, newly single after a two-year relationship, and all she wanted to do was go out and have fun. She had curly brown hair, blue eyes, pale skin, and freckles - everyone told her she looked typically and adorably Irish. Since she wasn’t actually in school, however, she was having trouble meeting guys her own age to hang out with. She met plenty of older guys at her job, but they were much older and Katie wasn’t interested in them. She also met a few guys online and set up a couple of meetings, but so far she hadn’t found anybody she really clicked with to have a good time. One day, Katie decided to follow the old standards - that hanging out at the mall on a weekend afternoon might put her in contact with some more suitable material. So, that Saturday, she set out to the mall, determined to find a decent guy. She arrived at the mall, bought herself an ice cream cone, and settled down at a table in the food court carefully picked to allow her to check out most of the people there. She was only there for a few minutes when a man walked in that caught her attention. In fact, she could practically feel her jaw drop open as she looked at this guy - he was gorgeous! He was just over six feet tall, probably in his early to mid twenties, with a lightly muscled, well-toned body, dark hair, tanned skin, and blue eyes that seemed to shoot sparks at her from across the room…. When she realized that he was looking straight at her. Katie blushed to the roots of her hair and quickly looked away, trying to focus on anything besides the man she was just caught openly gawking at. She almost dropped her ice cream when she heard a voice ask, “Are you waiting for someone?” and she looked up to find those blue eyes looking at her from only a few feet away. “N.. no,” she stammered, then blushed even more deeply at how dumb she sounded. She wanted to meet someone, after all, and now she had her chance, and she was a stumbling idiot! “Mind if I sit down?” the man asked. “Ok,” she answered meekly, by now utterly mortified in front of this man. “By the way, my name’s Jason,” he said, reaching across the table to shake her hand. “I’m Katie,” she replied with a tiny smile as Jason swept her hand up to his mouth to plant a soft kiss on her knuckles. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Katie,” he said with a smile, adding, “Your ice cream is melting.” Katie quickly tried to catch the drips of ice cream sliding down to her fingers as she blushed again, embarrassed at being so flustered. “I.. I’m sorry,” she said, “I’m usually not like this. You’re just so incredible!” If it were even possible, she blushed even deeper, dumbfounded that she would say such a thing to a guy she just met! But Jason just laughed, a deep, throaty laugh, and said, “Don’t worry about it. And thank you for the compliment - you’re not so bad yourself.” When he smiled down at her, amazingly, she felt her embarrassment fade away, and she was able to smile back. She finished her ice cream and Jason asked, “Would you like to go for a walk?” Katie got up in a daze to follow him out from the maze of tables - this gorgeous man, the kind of man that never paid any attention to her - she didn’t exactly have men beating down her door to be with her. Jason smiled down at her as he offered his arm, which Katie gladly took, offering a smile of her own. They walked arm in arm through the mall, pausing for Jason to buy her a silver necklace. “So that, no matter what happens, you’ll always remember today,” he said. Like she would ever forget! They had finished their circuit of the mall when Jason asked if he could have her phone number - he’d like to call her tonight, if that was ok. “Yes,” she blurted out, faintly surprised that he would want it. With that, Jason bent to kiss Katie softly on the cheek and said his goodbye, promising to call her that night. Katie drove home in a daze, trying to convince herself that today had actually happened. She met a great guy, who actually seemed to like her, and he wanted to call her that night. Of course, that night always turned into the next day, which turned into next week, so Katie was very surprised when the phone rang later that evening and it was Jason. “Hi, I’ve been thinking about you all day,” he said. “Me too.” “I was wondering if you’d like to go to a movie with me tomorrow.” “Sure, I’d love to!” So, the next day saw Jason arriving at Katie’s house to pick her up for the movie. He drove a sleek black car, the kind Katie had always been jealous of and wanted to ride in. She was beginning to see that Jason was pretty well-off, apparently she wouldn’t have to worry about having to pay her own way for once. They held hands walking into the theater, and Jason bought the tickets and popcorn while Katie went to find them a seat. She sat in the middle of the theater, toward the back, and she was slightly worried that Jason wouldn’t be able to find her when he came back, so she kept looking over her shoulder, watching for his return. She was surprised when he sat down next to her, she hadn’t seen him come in, but he had unerringly walked right over to where she was sitting, almost like he had radar for her. Jason put his arm around her, and Katie snuggles against him as the movie started, a mellow drama with a love story thrown in for good measure. During a romantic scene in the movie, Katie looked over at Jason to find him looking right back at her. Unconsciously, they moved closer and their lips met in a sweet and gentle kiss. Katie laid her head against Jason’s shoulder as his hand played with her hair. When the movie was over, the couple stopped to have some pizza, which they ate at a small table outside, watching each other, drinking each other in. Katie never knew pizza could be so romantic. Afterwards, Jason drove her home and walked her to her door, giving her a tender kiss goodnight and promising to call her soon. The next day Katie had to work, and she anxiously awaited when she couls go home and talk to Jason. She had never fallen this fast or this hard before, she really felt like she might be falling in love with the man already, and she had only met him two days before! When finally the day was over, Katie went home to find a message on her voicemail from Jason, telling her to be ready at 8:00, since he was going to come pick her up for the night. After fretting over what to wear for a while, since she didn’t know where they were going, she finally settled down enough to get ready. Just before eight, Katie heard a knock on her door and opened it to reveal Jason, holding an exquisite pale yellow rose. Katie was dressed in a soft, flowing skirt and a little short sleeved sweater, her hair falling in soft curls down her back, and since the flower matched hr skirt, she smiled and put the rose in her hair, to keep it with her for the night. “You look beautiful,” Jason exclaimed softly, in a kind of awe. He led her out to the car and drove to a nearby beach. Katie was surprised, it was getting dark, but she trusted Jason and therefore followed him up the beach a little ways, carrying her sandals in her hand and enjoying the feel of the cool sand between her toes. Rounding a large boulder, Katie was surprised and delighted to find a blanket spread on the sand with candles glowing softly in the darkness. When they settled down onto the blanket, Jason pulled out some food he had hidden in the shadows of the rock. There were slices of turkey and ham, wedges of cheese, as well as grapes, strawberries, and melon slices, and a bottle of sweet wine. Katie was amazed, no one had ever done anything so sweet or so extensive for her before, and she was touched by Jason’s thoughtfulness. They ate in silence, watching each other in the flickering candlelight. Jason fed her strawberries and they drank wine from the same glass, each enjoying the other’s company. When they had finished eating and Jason cleared the mess away, he noticed Katie shiver a little. “Are you ok?” he asked. “A little cold,” she admitted. “Why didn’t you say anything? Come over here!” She moved over on the blanket to cuddle up next to Jason, who was now leaning against the boulder that was sheltering them. He wrapped his arms around her and began to lightly rub her arm, hoping to warm her up a little. She turned her head up to him and he kissed her softly, enjoying the feel of her in his arms. Katie put her hands against his chest, feeling his heartbeat and wanting to be closer to him. Hesitantly, she opened a few of the buttons on his shirt, his soft moan of approval causing her to continue until his shirt was open and she could slowly push it over his shoulders to fall on the sand. Katie ran her hands over his chest, glorying in the feel of the strong tanned muscles she found there. She leaned forward slightly to kiss the side of his neck, then slowly down his chest, lightly flicking her tongue out on the way, tasting him. Jason put his hands in her impossibly soft hair, gently pulling her face up for his kiss. His hands came to rest on her shoulders, softly kneading the skin there. He moved them to her waist and was mildly surprised when Katie lifted her arms a little, allowing him to remove her sweater. Then he slid his hands down her arms to her back, pulling her closer. She pushed herself closer against his chest, feeling as if she was meant to be there, they fit together so perfectly. Jason’s fingers found the clasp of her bra and, looking into her eyes for permission, which she readily gave, he opened the catch and slowly slid the straps off her shoulders, baring her breasts for him to see. He marveled slightly at their size - they were fuller than he had expected them to be, but beautiful. He gently grasped them in his hands, reveling in the feel of her and in the slight gasp she let out when his fingers brushed her sensitive nipples. He kissed his way down her throat until he could pull one of her straining nipples into his warm mouth, delighting in the way she moved her hand behind his head to guide him there and prevent him from moving away from her. He laid her back on the blanket, taking a moment to simply look at her before leaning forward to kiss her once more, his tongue dancing with hers. His hand traveled down her leg to rub the skin of her ankle, which was peeking out from below the hem of her long skirt. She shifted her leg, baring more skin to the cool night air and to Jason’s searching hand. He moved his hands back up to Katie’s waist, and she lifted her hips to help him slide the skirt down to join the pile of clothes on the sand around them. He rubbed up and down her legs lightly, barely touching her, causing goose bumps to rise as she absently reached for the button to his pants and struggled to open it. She finally managed to slide the waistband of his pants down a little and groaned as his hard shaft sprang up into the moonlight. She licked her lips as she looked at him, beautiful in this beautiful setting, and wondered how she had gotten so lucky. Almost as if in a trance, Katie sat up a little to get a better look at his member. She was fascinated - she had never seen one so perfect - the size, the shape. She wondered what it would taste like, how it would feel in her mouth, so she leaned over even farther and kissed it, letting her tongue graze the tip. Jason moaned, so she became bolder, kissing and licking her way down the shaft, then back up again. She slid her tongue all around his crown, savoring the taste and feel of him before closing her lips gently around the tip. She slowly slid him out, before taking him back in, a little deeper this time. Again and again, she would slide him out of her mouth, only to take him in even deeper on her next try. When she was taking almost all of him in with each stroke, she increased her pace, tightening her lips around his swollen shaft, her tongue sliding all around him in her warm, wet mouth. She wasn’t sure what to do with her hands, so she placed one at the base of him, gripping his shaft as her mouth continued its ministrations on the end, while she gently played with his balls with the other. Her mouth felt exquisite, and Jason knew if he didn’t stop her soon it would be too late, so he gently reached down and pulled her head away, looking deep in her eyes as he kissed her, trying to show her with his gaze just how good she made him feel. Starting at her shoulders, he slowly moved his hands down her body, following them with his lips, kissing her everywhere, occasionally darting his tongue out to lick a particularly sensitive area. He spent considerable time at her breasts, before moving down lower, over her stomach, stopping to poke his tongue into her belly button, eliciting a small squeal from Katie - she was very ticklish. He slid her panties down over her hips, baring her to the sky and to his lips, which found their way to her center. He slowly, teasingly, licked his way up her sweet hole to the sensitive area at the tip of her slit. She moaned and moved her hips, seeking to draw him in closer. He began to move - licking, sucking, nibbling occasionally, tasting her sweetness and yet craving more and more. He focused on her clit, moving two of his fingers up to rub her slit, eventually pushing their way up into her now dripping cavern. Katie pulled his head to her with both hands, seeking to somehow pull him even closer than before. After a few minutes of patient prodding, Jason could feel her begin to tense, could hear her gasps and moans come a little faster, so he redoubled his efforts. Katie let out a low groan before tensing and crying out, shuddering and clutching at him as she came into his mouth. He eagerly lapped up her cum as it flowed out of her, then slowly slid back up her spent body to once again kiss her lips. Jason shifted his weight, positioning himself on top of her, and she angled her hips to help him enter. Looking down into Katie’s face, he ever so slowly slid himself inside of her, savoring the feeling as inch by inch he claimed her as his own. It was a tight fit, but she felt no pain, only pleasure as he began to move within her. The experience was like nothing she had ever felt before. He was agonizingly slow, tantalizingly tender, achingly gentle - Jason was making love to her for the first time in her life, and she savored the sensations that were building inside her as he showed her with his body what he felt for her with his heart. He moved in and out of her slick hole, gradually increasing his pace as she thrust her hips up to meet him at every stroke. When he reached down between their joined bodies to touch her, she knew she was lost as another orgasm washed over her. Watching the look of pure pleasure move across her face was Jason’s undoing. He pumped into her a few more times, then shoved in to the hilt and held himself there, steeling himself for the orgasm that quickly overtook him. Katie could feel his hot seed as it splashed against her insides, bathing her with his cum. He shakily lowered himself down to rest his head on her breast, and she softly stroked his hair, watching the moonlight glint off of it. After a while, Jason lifted himself up off of her and looked deeply into her eyes as he kissed her. He pulled another blanket out from where he had hidden it behind the boulder and pulled it over them as he lay down beside her, turning her away from him and placing his arms so that one was cradling her head and the other was resting on her stomach. They fell asleep that way and the next thing Katie saw was the sunrise, washing over them. Too Good To Be True alonzo142001: Hello, would you care to chat? I'm reasonably intelligent, often funny, and sometimes charming. Yep, that's my story and I'm sticking to it. Recently, I took a couple of days off from my day job, but, since I was still teaching at night, I stayed home instead of going off to some exotic locale. Now, I had lots of jobs to do around the house, plus papers to grade, and such, but I'm the type of guy that likes to goof off. I also happen to like to chat on-line, mostly with women. The type of woman I like is smart, funny, and can hold down her end of a conversation. If she's sexy, well, that's just a bonus. alonzo142001: Hello, would you care to chat? I'm reasonably intelligent, often funny, and sometimes charming. This line, developed after years of careful experimentation, works about 1 time in 15, but it does draw in the type of woman I like. I go through the directory, looking for married women over 30 years old. Occasionally, I will make an attempt at a single or divorced woman, but too many of them respond with: (single woman): I see by your profile that you are married. I don't chat with married men. To that I usually tell them "Sorry. Have a nice day." But what I'm really thinking is "Let's see, you're in Utah and I'm in the midwest. Like, do you really think I'm going to hop on a plane and try to woo you in person. I'm looking for conversation, not a blow job." Well, I wouldn't turn down a cyber blow job if offered, but that's not the main goal. I'm just trying to kill some time. Sometimes I will make an attempt on a woman younger than 30, but the conversation is often pretty boring. (younger woman): oh, ur so kewl! Where r u? Yikes! Learn how to spell, little girl. alonzo142001: Hello, would you care to chat? I'm reasonably intelligent, often funny, and sometimes charming. Well, it's all true. I AM reasonably intelligent with a good sense of humor, and, believe it or not, I can be charming in the right circumstances with the right woman. When looking for my older married women with whom to chat, I usually target those who like to flirt, like intelligent conversation, or like erotic stories. The best ones like all three. The problem with finding a nice women is that there are too many asshole men out there competing with me. (asshole man #1): hey, baby, you want to fuck? (asshole man #2): are those tits real? (asshole man #3): are you wearing panties? Now, these morons make it very difficult to strike up a conversation with a woman. Lots of women spell it out in their profiles: "I don't cyber and I don't have a cam, so don't ask." I never let that message deter me. I've found that a lot of women say that simply to weed out most of the assholes. Some of the most provocatively sexy conversations I've ever had (including cybering and camming) have been with women who said they don't cyber. Besides, I can really hold down my end of a conversation and cyber sex is never my main objective. I am never the one to bring up the topic of sex (well, okay, almost never is more the truth). It has been my experience that 9 out of every 10 women end up talking about sex. And those that don't, well, that's okay, too. Like I said, I'm reasonably intelligent, and can lucidly discuss lots of subjects. Now, I grant you that 1 out of 15 isn't that great of a percentage, but those women that do answer usually make it worth while. Most women want some one to make them laugh, and someone that will listen to them. I do both of those very well. Most also want to know that they are desirable, and since I tend to desire women, (and remember that I can also be charming on occasion), this help out quite a bit. Listening is the real key. Once the subject of sex is broached, and the charm is set into high gear, it is pretty easy to make a woman feel sexy and desired. I listen to what they want, remember it, and then give it back to them, with humor and charm and embellishment (I am a writer of erotic stories, am I not?) (Well, okay, this one isn't all that erotic right now, but I'm getting there. Show a little patience!) So, do I cyber? Yes, and I'm pretty good at it. Cybering is all about setting the mood, creating the sexy atmosphere, and then giving the woman what she wants. And if cybering leads to camming, do I do that, too? Yes, but only if it's a mutual thing. The woman has to have a cam, too (well, okay, there are exceptions but generally I have to be convinced it's a woman over 18 at the other end). alonzo142001: Hello, would you care to chat? I'm reasonably intelligent, often funny, and sometimes charming. (Liana): Hello, what a nice greeting! How are you today. Oh, boy, a hit! I gave Liana an attempt because she also writes erotic stories and likes to play on line. Now a very high percentage of women who say they like to play on line still don't like it when you start in with "are you wearing any panties?", so I still never bring up the topic of sex. Believe me, if she wants to talk about sex or play, she'll bring it up. Looking at Liana's profile again, I see that she is married, in her 30's, and extremely sexy, her picture showing ample cleavage. She looks perfect! Now that is a warning sign. In my vast experience in picking up and seducing women on-line, I've developed one tried and true axiom: If a woman looks too good to be true, then more than likely she is too good to be true. Yes, sad as it may seem, there are some women (and, heck, even some men pretending to be woman – more on that later), that use pictures from porn sites and pass them off as themselves. Liana, I suspected, might be one of these. To be honest, I don't run into many women that look like models on line, nor does it really matter to me. I'm mostly in it for the conversation. (Well, okay, I'm also in it for the sex, but simple conversation is often enough.) Well, to make a long story a little bit shorter, Liana was a dream girl. It wasn't more than a dozen quick exchanges before we were talking about sex. She and I were alike in many regards (well, except that she's a gorgeous sexy woman, and I'm an ordinary schlub). Her hubby wasn't as attentive as she needed, and so she likes to play on-line. Warning sign #2. It struck me as odd that a gorgeous, sexy, desirable woman like Liana would have a husband that would ignore her. Hell, if I were her hubby, she'd have to beat me off with a stick! Mmmmmm. Now there's a thought! alonzo142001: so if I were to give you a little kiss, you wouldn't stop me? (Liana): no alonzo142001: so if, while I was kissing you, I ran my hand along your inner thigh, you'd like that? (Liana): yes Well, you can see where this was conversation was going. The ensuing cybering was hot and steamy, and Liana responded to my every desire, and, I'd like to think that I gave her everything she wanted and needed. Well, not quite everything. You see, Liana, wanted to watch me masturbate. She said she had a cam but her husband had taken it away from her. She really loved to watch men stroking. Could I call her? No, her hubby would find out. Could she send me some pictures? Yes, and she did. Three or four very sexy pictures. Almost too sexy. These pictures could have come from a very high class web site. Liana told me her hubby took the pictures. Okay, I thought, this is the same hubby that ignores her now? I don't think so. Did she have a digital camera? Yes. Could she take a picture holding up a paper that said "Hi, Joe"? Yes, but she couldn't to it right now. alonzo142001: well, when you send me that picture, I'll reward you by going on cam and letting you watch me stroke for you. Liana and I talked every day of my vacation. We didn't cyber every day. It was an odd relationship. Well, not really odd, just quite different from most of my other on-line encounters. Most of my on-line relationships with women involved a decent period of normal chat before going into the cybering phase. With Liana, it was the opposite. We cybered almost immediately, and then developed a friendship that including some pretty normal everyday conversations. It was even more exciting talking to her, knowing that she lived only 2 hours away. The possibility of a real meeting, however remote, always added spice to a relationship. But, I still had this nagging suspicion that she wasn't really this gorgeous, sexy, blonde woman I saw in her pictures. Let me say, first of all, that looks are not that important to me. I can see beauty is almost any one and sexiness is mostly between the ears. But Liana was stunning. It really couldn't be her in those pictures, could it?. It couldn't be possible that such a woman would be sending me such sexy pictures, sexy outfits, then bare breasts, and finally bare feet, legs spread and open pussy! Oh my god, they were so enticing. Now, I'm not normally a suspicious person, but I'll give you some examples of why I was suspicious of Liana. I had a similar experience with another woman. She wasn't the model type like Liana, and she didn't share many pictures, but we had connected on a sexual level. She was a nurse and we shared many conversations and had several seriously sexy cyber sessions. She didn't have a cam, but talked me into showing myself on my web cam. I started to grow suspicious because she seemed to prefer anal sex over vaginal sex and was always wanting to give me a blow job. I know what you're thinking. Joe, are you nuts? A woman wants to give you her ass and then blow you, and you're complaining? Hey, did I say I turned her down? I just said that it seemed odd. She had these gay neighbors that she was always talking about. Since she didn't have a cam, I offered to call her, but she resisted. Finally, after a couple of weeks of asking she agreed and we had a brief phone conversation. Her voice was very husky. Not really unfeminine but husky nonetheless. That's when I started wondering if she was really a she. Husky voice. Loves anal. Gives blow jobs. Gay friends. Hmmmmm. Whenever we chatted, I kept slipping in little tests to see if she'd slip up. All I can say is that if she really was a he, HE was a pretty good actor. Eventually we drifted apart, though, but I do have fond memories. Now you might think that I would be angry at being duped like that. Well, I wasn't angry. First of all, I don't know that I was duped. And secondly, I couldn't complain because I had been guilty of essentially the same thing the year before. Yes, its true. I posed as a woman for about 3 months. Disappointed that my success rate getting women to respond to me was so low, and the fact that I kept seeing all these profiles of women that were looking for other women, I came to a realization. Gee, it looked like there were tons of women dying to chat and share pictures with other women. It all made sense. Probably about 75% of the women I chat with have expressed the desire to be with another woman. Maybe, as a woman, I could get more women. It was logical in some mutated sort of way. Okay, okay, I know it was unethical and dishonest, and, perhaps despicable, too, but I justified it to myself as an experiment that would help me get in touch with my feminine side. Taking some pictures from an amateur site, I became Liz, a married woman looking for her first bi experience. I choose some pictures that were very amateurish. Good looking, but not gorgeous. Pictures that looked they were taken by amateurs. Then I dived into the world of lesbians and bi-sexuals. The results were mixed. I found I made a pretty good woman. My success rate was more like 1 in 8 so it was an improvement over me as a man. I do believe I actually talked with some real women, but I think that some of those that I chatted with were men doing the same thing that I was doing. Even if that was true, I still got a nice collection of sexy pictures of women. One time I actually talked on the phone with another woman. She had been asking to talk for about a week (aha, you say, now you know how it feels). I practiced talking like a woman, trying not to sound all shrill like the Monty Python guys. Finally I thought I could pull it off. We had a brief conversation and she remarked how she loved my sexy husky voice. Stifling a laugh, I cut the conversation off, and then burst out laughing the instant I hung up. Another time I had fun trading pictures with a woman. I would send her a couple sexy pictures of my alter ego and she would send me some of hers. They looked vaguely familiar. We would also trade stories about our sexual activities. She was a bisexual into the swinging scene. I had just had my first bi encounter with a woman friend. Finally, I remembered who she looked like. In an e-mail I asked her if she knew BrandyXXX, a web girl I had run across a few months earlier. Confessing that she used Brandy pictures, she also informed me that she recognized the woman's pictures I had been using. Our picture-trading came to an end because the "illusion was shattered". She told me that even though the pictures weren't her, everything she told me about her life was true. She also told me it was nice to talk to a woman because a lot of men pose as women to trade pictures. Smiling, I took that as a compliment on my writing ability. Well, my life as a woman came to an abrupt end about 2 weeks later. I found a woman that lived about an hour away and we became daily chatters. She was bisexual and was very interested in meeting. I got so into the part, we were making plans to meet for lunch, to check each other out. "Wait a minute!" my mind finally shouted to myself. "You can't meet this woman! You're a guy! Don't you think she's going to notice?" So I decided it was time to go back to being a man. See, I told you I'm reasonably intelligent. Anyway back to Liana. As I said, we chatted every day and I came to believe that she really was a woman, and it didn't matter if she was using someone else's pictures. Liana was charming, sexy, and smart. I didn't care what she looked like. In the middle of the second week of my vacation, we had just finished cybering. An unusually torrid session. By listening to her, I knew that Liana fantasized about having sex in public venues: a park, a restaurant, the parking lot. In my younger days, I had actually had some experience in these places, and, as you remember, I am a writer. Our cybering sessions became fantasies of sex in public and in this particular session she had just cum really hard. Now my great satisfaction is in pleasing a woman. I don't cum every time I cyber because I'm so intent on making it a pleasurable experience for the woman. But Liana was still so turned on (I think we had just made love in dark corner of a bar, or something). (Liana): I want to watch you. alonzo142001: You mean on cam? (Liana): yes alonzo142001: Are you really going to send my that special picture I want? (Liana): Yes, soon. I'm so horny. I want to watch. Now, I was the one that was excited. I fired up the cam and invited Liana to watch. Placing the cam on the edge of my keyboard, I let Liana see my rock hard cock for the first time. (Liana): Oh god, that looks so good alonzo142001: Do you want me to stroke it for you? (Liana): Oh, yes, my pussy is still so wet Well, I was turned on beyond belief. I began stroking my cock, and as I did so, Liana started telling me how much she wanted it inside her. The more she talked, the more I wanted to cum, and the faster I stroked myself. I do admit to a certain thrill at being watched. Having a woman watching me intently, egging me on with such sexy comments was wonderful (Liana): omg, I'm cummmmming again That did it for me. I picked up the cam with my free hand and let Liana watch as a jet of cum erupted from me. I panned the camera so she could see the stream trailing down my shaft, and the second pulse of cum oozing out of the slit. I don't think that I ever had quite so intense an orgasm on-line before. (Liana): mmmmm, I want to lick it all up and then kiss you Whew! What can you say to that but " Mmmmmm". Well, the next few days passed and my vacation was almost at an end. I can't chat while I'm at work and Liana doesn't chat when her husband comes home. I was easy to see that we would have trouble getting together. I was really going to miss her. It was Thursday. Only one more day of vacation. Liana was on-line and we were trying to figure out how we would stay in contact. alonzo14001: We can send e-mails. (Liana): I don't do e-mails very well, but we can try. Suddenly, I got a pop-up that told me that I had an e-mail in Yahoo. Quickly opening up my mail I saw a note from Liana. I clicked on the message and scrolled through an empty message until I saw a picture. The gorgeous, blonde haired woman in the picture was the same woman as in all the other pictures that Liana had sent me except that this time she was holding a piece of paper that said "Hi, Joe!" My heart must have skipped a beat with the realization that Liana was real! I had been chatting with this wonderfully sexy and beautiful woman. A woman who had thrilled me countless times. A woman who had sent me the most beautiful and sexy pictures imaginable. She was real! alonzo142001: omg, Liana, its really you! (Liana): you had some doubts? alonzo142001: Yes, I'm ashamed to say it but, yes, I had some doubts. (Liana): well now you know. alonzo142001: Liana, that looks a like a capture of a cam shot (Liana): yes, hubby gave me back my cam as long as I don't do cam-to-cam alonzo142001: Did he say anything about not going on cam if it isn't cam-to-cam? See, I am reasonably intelligent after all, huh? (Liana): Ok, but only for a minute, and then you can go on cam, okay. Liana turned on her cam and there she was waving. This beautiful, sexy woman was sitting with her keyboard in her lap, wearing shorts, bare feet (mmmm), and a low cut shirt. It was really her. After a few minutes, she shut down her cam and I turned on my, letting her see my beaming face. alonzo142001: Liana, I only have one more day of vacation, would you like to meet for lunch tomorrow? With a little coaxing she agreed and we arranged to meet at a mall situated between her town and mine. The next day I broke all the speed limits as I drove the 90 miles to the mall. I was 40 minutes early and I spent the time sitting in my van waiting for her to emerge from the entrance to Penney's, partly afraid that she wouldn't show. As the appointed time approached, I got out of my van and started toward Penney's. When I got to the curb, the door from Penney's opened and out walked Liana, wearing a sundress and sandals, her blonde hair cascading to her shoulders. I must have been beaming again because when she saw me she said, "Boy, you look glad to see me!" And she was right. We had lunch in the Johnny Rockets there at the mall. I couldn't take my eyes off her and I could hardly eat. We talked about the past two weeks of conversations, about our families, and when Liana touched my hand, I thought I would die from wanting her. After lunch, I mentioned that I had a small gift for her out in my van, something to remember me by. Walking out of the mall and toward my vehicle, she took my hand, squeezing it as we walked. Standing by the van, she waited while I opened the door and rummaged around in the glove compartment. The little box I pulled out and handed her only had a simple pair of gold earrings, but she seemed thrilled to have them. Approaching me, she put her arms around my neck and kissed me. Not a little "thank you for the earrings kiss" but a deep, passionate 'thank you for the past two weeks" kind of kiss. My hands moved to her butt and she didn't stop me when they moved beneath her sundress. I let out a deep moan when my fingers discovered that she wasn't wearing any panties. Too Good To Be True Breaking off the kiss, I held her away from me and looked into her eyes. I knew immediately that she wanted exactly what I wanted. Looking around quickly, I saw that were shoppers moving in and out among the cars, go to and from the mall. I opened the side door and coaxed Liana into the van, laying her back on the seat. Closing the door behind me, I scrunched on the seat beside her. As I pulled off my shirt, Liana kicked off her sandals. Taking her feet in my hands, I kissed them softly. As my kisses moved to her ankles and then to her calves she let the soles of her feet settle against my shoulders. As my kisses moved to her thighs, her bare feet pressed against my back. We could hear the shoppers passing by occasionally, but the tinted windows probably shielded us from their view. Not that it mattered. I wanted Liana and I didn't care that we were in the middle of a mall parking lot. Pushing up Liana's sundress, I saw her neatly trimmed pussy, just a little patch of hair above the pouting lips. When my lips parted her pussy lips, Liana gasped and clutched at my head. When my tongue slid into her, she groaned and began guiding my head to the spots she wanted, pushing down to tell me where she wanted pressure. I could feel her feet on my back and the fragrance and taste of her pussy was almost intoxicating. Cupping her ass cheeks, I licked her long and deep, letting my tongue run through her until it reached her clit. Then my lips engulfed her clit, and I could almost feel it swell in my mouth. Liana was soaking wet, so when I inserted two fingers into her, they slid in effortlessly. Curving them upward toward her g-spot, I continued to lick her, knowing that the pleasure was building inside her. As the first wave of orgasm came over her, she squeezed my head with her thighs, and let out a cry of pleasure. I could only imagine what the passersby might be thinking, hearing such groans of pleasure coming from the within the hidden confines of the van. When her orgasm subsided, she looked up at me and demanded, "I want you now!" and she pulled her legs off my shoulders. Fumbling with my belt I managed to free my cock from my pants. Liana pulled her legs back toward her torso and let her feet press up against my hard shaft. She seemed to delight in the pleasure she was giving me as her feet and toes rubbed up and down my cock, squeezing the shaft between her toes. Unable to stand it anymore, I took her feet in my hands and held them apart. Pushing forward, my cock entered her, the sensation sending electrical shocks through my body. Liana's legs surrounded me, pulling me into her. The heat inside the hot van was nothing compared to the heat between the two of us. I was so impassioned that I began growling as I rocked back and forth inside her. It must have look strange to see the van sitting in the parking lot, rocking back and forth. When Liana began to climax again, she pulled me down on top of her. With a final thrust I erupted insider her, our mouths merging in a deep kiss as we both came. Pulling back from her, I knelt between her legs. Looking at her face my gaze traveled over her rumpled sundress (which was damp from our sweat) , to her stomach and then to her pussy. I could see my cum oozing out of her. Knowing that Liana liked to share cum, I leaned over and gave her pussy a quick lick, getting a dollop of my cum on my tongue. Moving back up to her, I offered my tongue to her and she enveloped it with her mouth, as we kissed again. Now we chat whenever we find ourselves both on line (which isn't often). We sometime exchange e-mails but she really isn't that good at responding. Every time she does write back she does include another sexy picture or two. But we haven't met again and I can't say if we will. I'm not sure why but I expect that that first meeting was so perfect that we both know we will never top it. One thing that I have learned is that axioms can be wrong. Sometimes things that appear to be too good to be true, aren't. Liana is for real. And I'm lucky to have met her. Too Good To Be True A young beautiful woman and middle aged man find love in the bizarre and extreme environment of an exclusive sex club that specialized in extreme teasing and hot sex. She liked to make an impression immediately. Candy took the erection that unfurled in front of her in her hand and opened her mouth and throat and swallowed the thick over excited shaft to the hilt. The owner of the lucky cock groaned breathlessly in amazement as she swallowed him easily and caressed his swollen balls with her fingernails. He had to draw upon every ounce of restraint to not blow his whole load inside her warm tight throat. She looked unbelievably hot lying on her back across a small school desk. Her pretty honey blonde hair braided into pigtails either side of the angelic face that had just swallowed his cock in one gulp. Her exquisite torso pushed upwards by her position on the desk. Her legs were spread and another man dressed in old-fashioned schoolmasters robes knelt before her sighing excitedly as he looked closely at the lifted hem of her plaid school uniform skirt and the tight white cotton panties that stretched across the outline of her folds. They were sopping wet from the performance she and Chloe had just given. He inhaled their sexual fragrance and continued to moan helplessly as he moved closer to her and began to kiss the soft cotton and her swollen pussy. Through the gap in the first man's legs Candy could see her friend Chloe lying on another desk. Two more men dressed in similar school master garb were fondling her luscious breasts that strained at the cotton blouse she wore. Her school tie had been pulled away and the buttons unfastened so that her tight sexy low cut white cotton and lace bra was revealed. Her ample breasts were crushed into a succulent cleavage that satisfied the tit loving onlookers who watched the scene on closed circuit television from the multiple cameras in the room from their suites throughout the building. Candy enjoyed the idea that sometimes when she did this, a hundred men and women would orgasm when she did. Chloe was everything Candy was not but both of them were breathtakingly beautiful women and the most highly regarded in the club. Chloe was nearly 5'10" tall with shapely legs that went all the way up to her pert round ass. Her 38C breasts were firm and round and had the most fantastic large aureole and thick nipples 'like a builders thumb' as someone had commented. She was slender and generously curved with a hard body from working out regularly. Her olive complexion and sparkling green eyes were framed by long black satin hair that was bunched seductively into cute pony tails each side of her stunning face which was also voraciously engaged in sucking cock. It was the man who stood between Chloe's legs that made Candy's heart skip a beat. She slid the cock in her mouth free and gulped in some air as the relieved man moaned, his cock throbbing almost uncontrollably. The man kissing her pussy had slid her panties aside and was now fingering her pussy vigorously and suckling excitedly at her clit and Candy's pussy responded with a flood of wetness that pleased him. Candy groaned sexily. Not because of the pussy licking but because she recognised the tall Afro American man that was about to go down on her friend. Seeing him again evoked a flood of sexy memories and a simultaneous moral dilemma for her. Nathan was the best fuck and the best lover she had ever had, the only individual male that had completely satisfied her. He was in his forties and despite the cliché of black men with big cocks; he was an unbelievably intuitive and empathic lover who brought women to the brink of ecstasy with an unselfish and complete devotion to them. Despite his girth and length he knew that the vital G-spots of a woman's sex were only inches away from the opening and when the psychological turn on of his size and the physical stretching of a pussy had relaxed into the gentle flow of excited juices Nathan would hold his thickness just inside a cunt until the lucky girls was writhing in pleasure and shooting off floods of wetness. Candy kissed the tip of the cock bobbing in front of her as the man reached inside her blouse to touch her small firm breasts. The athletic looking young man stared lasciviously down at the most delicious piece of eye candy imaginable a petite blonde, slender nubile and curvaceous. She had long shapely legs and creamy silken skin with sensuous thighs displayed exquisitely in the sexy tailor made school uniform. Her firm round pert alluring ass had commanded attention and pouted deliciously when she and Chloe had teased them her ass was the stuff of his every waking fantasy and filled the soft flimsy white cotton teen panties that were now stretched aside by the enthusiastic older ma who suckled her sex like a thirsty traveler. Her 34B-22-34 figure squeezed into the short plaid skirt hoisted around her waist and a tightly fitted white cotton blouse that encased the perfect globes of her breasts. At 25 Candy still looked every part the petite sexy schoolgirl. The club spent a fortune on the tailor made costumes and both girls looked exquisitely sexy for the five men that surrounded them both and pawed at their bodies like men do with gourmet entrees when they can barely wait for the main course. Candy and Chloe had provided an unbelievably sexy show for the men in the room and the video audience. They dressed and undressed, fondled each other and inserted all kinds of items from their school bags into their hot wet pussies. Candy could still taste the scent of Chloe's hot juices as she flicked her tongue over the younger mans cock tip until he began to shiver in excitement again. The man kissing her clit had done his magic and she began to shiver and moan long and low as her first orgasm gripped her. She clutched the cock in her hand and shredded his cock hard as she continued to kiss, blow and lick at his tip. As she came she heard the sound of clothing tearing. Through the haze of her orgasm and the flood of wetness that followed as the eager licker sucked at her clit and rammed his fingers into her hot pussy she could see Chloe writhing sensuously beckoning the black man to enter her. She had torn her own panties off in her excitement as he had rubbed the tip of his giant across them until she had orgasmed so many times she was begging for it. Her blouse lay open and the bra had been pulled down so her magnificent breasts were lifted up by the under-wire the man at her head was slapping his cock between the cleavage and letting her run her tongue over it. Chloe was distracted by Nathan's cock though and could think of almost nothing else than having him inside her. Nathan knew how to drive a woman crazy with desire, he knew how to satisfy them with his mouth, his fingers and his cock and when he entered them they gushed like waterfalls and screamed like banshees. Candy remembered how good it was. No it wasn't just good it was fantastic. Her pussy was gushing now because of this image. The rules of the club were that all ejaculations should be visible- meaning that everyone came on you not in you but with Nathan she could not resist clamping him inside her and taking every drop of his hot cum into her mouth her cunt and her hot ass. Candy loved anal and anal with Nathan was divine. She had promised never to be with him again. It had been too complicated anyway. Whilst her lover and patron of the club was mind numbingly turned on by her screwing other men when it came to Nathan he was outrageously jealous. It was a tough decision between the best sex ever and the best man she had ever been with but she went with her heart and not her insatiable lust for hot sex. When Nathan began to fuck Chloe she raised the roof with her screams. His thick cock stretching her shaved pussy apart and held a short distance inside her until she began to shiver. He knew where her G spot was by her moans and screams for joy and the insistent begging that he fuck her. She writhed and twisted eagerly to take more of him inside her but he held her legs apart and kept his cock inside only a little more with each stroke increased his tempo then waited for her to squirt withdrew and started again. The man at Chloe's face had given up hoping for her to resume her sucking and stroked his own cock as he looked at the scene. Candy was horny as hell now and pulled the hair of the man between her legs away from her pussy and directed him to sit on the chair beside the desk. She kissed him sexily and unfastened her short skirt flung it to the floor then unbuttoned her blouse and removed it. Candy in bra and panties was a porn photographers dream come true. She unsnapped her bra and let it fall to the floor with three pairs of eyes watching it fall and consuming the luscious vision of her round pert breasts bobbing gently the nipples erect from the evenings teasing. The rules were that Candy always left her panties on. Only the patron got to make love to her naked and he kept every one of her cum soaked panties catalogued. She slid her panties aside and hovered over the seated man's cock directing him to enter her as she squatted astride him. She was tight and hot and her juices dribbled down his cock as he entered her eagerly. This is what he had dreamed of since seeing her as a young insatiable nineteen-year old being fucked in a school uniform. She had been part of every masturbation fantasy that he could remember and he paid his membership each year in the vain hope that some day he would be sliding his cock into her unbelievably hot cunt. She sat down on him and kissed him sweetly, which made his cock throb with the tenderness then her tongue entered his mouth and he thought he would die from the pleasure. She began to slide up and down on his cock and he thrust at her to slap her groin against his until she began to shiver from her first vaginal orgasm. Behind her the other man poured lubricant over his cock and came up behind her to fondle her delicious ass. He caught her buns in one hand and roughly thrust a thumb into her ass causing her to moan. Candy loved it in her ass and she loved double penetration. His thumb deep in her ass followed her sliding gyrating movements on the cock lifting up almost so that his cock escaped her then plunging down hard. 'Fuck my hot little ass ..... Mmmmmm do my ass with that big hard cock... Mmmmmm.' She squealed in orgasm writhing sensuously perspiration rolling down her breasts, love juice drizzling between her thighs. The back door man moved his distorted cock to her ass buttonhole and as she hovered sexily as he pushed into her deep aided by the lubricant. She screamed and reveled in the pleasure and then let both men thrust at her as she hovered and wriggled and squirmed. The third man had moved closer to the threesome and as she finished convulsing from her first DP orgasm she beckoned with her eyes that she wanted his cock too, licking her lips and holding out her hands. The two men thrust deep inside her and fondled her luscious curves and squeezed at her nipples in a frenzy of hot fucking spurred on by her shivering orgasms. He took little encouragement and knelt on the desk so he could slap his cock in front of her voracious lips. The thrashing pumping screaming moaning frenzy that followed accompanied by Chloe blood curdling screams and cries for him to cum in her and Nathan's own pleasure rising filled the room for almost half an hour then as if on cue Nathan pulled from Chloe and shot streams of cum over her sexy tits with the same action repeated by the three men shagging Candy. She knew the signs of their orgasm and one by one pulled them from her sticky sweet orifices and let them cum on her tits, ass and face in a spectacular cum-fest of a finale Chloe and Candy licked each man clean together and then left the room for the bathroom covered in sticky warm cum. The effect was explosive, members in rooms all over the building reached for their remotes to replay the scene from a dozen different angles amplifying the cries and screams of the women and the exhausted moans of the men. Sex like this had become a regular monthly occurrence for Candy. She was 19 when she had first had sex with her boss. Intense flirting, teasing and the exquisite eroticism of delaying passion had always excited her. Since early adolescence she had been patently aware of the power she had to attract men and learned early how to use her lithe body, honey blond hair and angelic facial features to get what she wanted. Though beautiful and desirable Candy was not conceited but when combined with her penchant for extreme flirting and teasing she had a reputation for being a 'cock tease' or a 'hot bitch' more often than she cared to remember by guys who didn't understand the subtlety of delayed gratification. Her boss was one who not only understood it but also encouraged her to play the tease for months before they finally had some of the first enjoyable sex she had had. Older men seemed to have all of the qualities she enjoyed. He took his time, enjoyed the theatre of her dressing up in revealing clothing and sexy underwear, he loved to play fantasy games, he loved making her cum with his fingers and mouth frequently and intensely, he adored her body and worshipped it and made her feel special and beautiful never slutty. He enjoyed kissing so much that he once made her cum without touching her. Most of all the sheer power of driving a man insane with passion with the barest glimpse of her body or touch excited her and when he finally entered her and came deep in her pussy, ass or mouth the pleasure was indescribable and addictive. It had been him that had first introduced her to the Extreme Tease Club. That had been six years and almost as many relationships ago. The fatal flaw with Candy was that she was as sweet, caring, faithful and compassionate as she was beautiful. Whilst that makes wonderful attributes for a wife and mother when combined with her healthy desire for hot sex it made for a life of jealousy and disappointment from partners her own age. Most men couldn't believe their luck when they met her, fucked her at every opportunity and then inevitably suspected her of fooling around because they had difficulty in keeping up with her appetite. Some left with bruised egos others took advantage of her sweet nature. She was too good to be true. It was only at the club she found the sexual gratification she desired and was venerated as a Goddess for her creativity, generosity and beauty. Love came to Candy in a most surprising way. She had had an affair with a patron of the club on and off between her relationships for almost six years on and off. His sexual status had been diagnosed as impotent. Yet it was he she loved. She loved him so much she even declined more of the best sex she had ever experienced for him. It had only dawned on her in the last six months that she loved him, whilst he had been besotted by her from the start and loved her with a patient devotion thinking all the time that her reciprocating his affections with more than sex was a vane folly. The warm feeling that enveloped her body seemed to emanate from his hand, which cupped her firm round breast. His fingers rolling the nipple between them, his arm encircling her as she lay on his smooth, muscular chest. She glanced down the hallway at the trail of clothing that littered the floor from the door to the bedroom. It was always good when he had watched her at the club. Her skirt lay in a crumpled heap near the door where she had peeled it off hurriedly, her pink halter-top in the hallway, the sweet silky bra nearby and her favourite pink panties lay on the bed crumpled and wet with the juices of her excitement. She had wanted him inside her so much that she tore his clothes off as they moved to the bedroom and he could think of nothing else. She became aware of the wet liquid trickling from her swollen pussy lips, running down her inner thigh 'Mmmmmmmmmmm it felt so nice.' His was the only cum she let inside her. Tom Weatherly was a wealthy patron of the Extreme Tease Club. The club was an exclusive one with a very selective membership. Members were either wealthy enough to patronize the organization by paying subscriptions or organising 'XT parties' or were invited by member because they had both the right look and the right attitude to be members. Usually this meant exquisitely beautiful women, handsome well-endowed men but it also meant that they enjoyed and were good at extreme teasing. Candy fell into these categories having her first experience at the club dressed as a school-girl at age 19 and now at 25 still found her visits to the club exciting, working each time to make every visit more creative and extreme. The club was tremendously generous and funded clothing, makeup, and sex-toys and welcomed ideas for new scenarios, themes and parties. Some of the girls and men were paid for their services but Candy only took the money offered for costumes, makeup and beauty treatments. What she did was for art and a longing for sexual gratification that few men could satisfy. Candy had first met the patron when she was 19 and their subsequent affair sat between each of her faithful relationships. When each relationship failed she returned to the club and to Tom, both made her feel appreciated and wanted. She loved to feel wanted and desired. Several of her lovers had been encouraged to also come to the club and enjoyed the opportunity for threesomes but this didn't seem to relieve the jealousy of men who wanted to possess her simply enraged and inflamed them because no one man could satisfy her. They had cuddled in the car on the way home from the club. Candy had showered and dressed re wearing in the sticky damp cotton bikini panties to her body she had worn at the club beneath her short skirt. Tom drank in the view down her top and the raised hemline for a moment before she leaned forward and kissed him. Her moist lips touched so gently, so excitingly softly. She felt him shiver with excitement as the moisture of her lips gloss slid across his lips and they breathed the same air. His hand reached up, slid around her waist, and pulled her toward him earnestly. This minute touch and first kiss betraying the urgency of how much he wanted her. His hand slid around her slender waist and as he pulled her toward him, she felt her breasts brush against him. His kisses became more urgent with each moment, as he moved his hand from her waist up to her naked back. When he first touched her skin, she felt him sigh. She let him kiss and caress her back softly closing her eyes and savoured the increasing urgency of his lips against hers, his fingers lightly brushing her naked back. She broke free from his eager lips and smiled at him then kissed his bottom lip tenderly, wetly sliding her own across it and biting it seductively then licking it with her tongue. She moved her hands to the nape of his neck and brushed the back of his short hair line as she attacked his mouth passionately plunging her tongue into his mouth knowing he was excited because his hand ceased brushing her and clasped her tightly pulling her closer to him. Tom was handsome and fit. His dark ruddy features and fanatical attention to his body fitness and health had made him a well-preserved older man and Candy liked the look of him, particularly his gentle blue eyes, soft grey hair and sensuous lips that she enjoyed now. This was such a contrast to the extreme sex of the club. The patron took forever to undress her, he spent an eternity suckling and fondling her. He brought her to orgasm countless times unselfishly evoking her shivers until her pussy was a shimmering stream of wetness and her body ached to be entered. The patron was wealthy he was fifty two years old and had three failed marriages to beautiful but self absorbed women that had strained his financial assets to breaking point. On the advice of his financial advisors he was told that if it flew, floated or fucked he was better off renting it and so he became a patron of the Extreme tease club. Partly because it gave him the best sex he could ever see or have and partly because his ego, battered from the three failed marriages, had left him psychologically scarred and diagnosed with impotence, all psychological, not physical but nonetheless real. It had been when he first saw Candy that he had his first erection in a long time and then the subsequent affairs with her developed into something more over the years than sex. She had not only cured his impotence but his faith in humanity. Whilst the patron could have been the best sugar daddy of all time for the financially struggling Candy she refused any money from him and even went Dutch at restaurants with him. The only thing she let him pay for was his panty collection. He collected every panty she owned that she had had sex in since they met. A small fortune in lingerie but every man has to have a hobby and that was his. Too Good To Be True He broke from her kiss and began to nibble and kiss her neck sliding his tongue up to her ear lobe and lancing it with his tongue and breathing heavily. She leaned her head back and simply enjoyed his exploration of her neck and ears as he covered them with tiny wet kisses a flickering tongue and nibbles and bites that sent sweet shivers through her. She felt the wetness begin to seep through the tiny cotton gusset of her sticky panties. They kissed like adolescence on a first date, kissed like lovers sucking at each other's tongues and lips like genitals. The excitement was simultaneously excruciatingly sexy and frustrating knowing that would not touch each other carnally. They treated any part of each other's body that they could touch as if it was the core of their sex. Her earlobe was a clitoris, his tongue the shaft of his cock. She ached for him to touch her breasts and thrust them at him and he kissed his way downward to her cleavage but the moment his hand slid to touch, she let him have the briefest touch and then pushed his hand away. For a moment too, his hand touched her stocking-tops and even encountered the wetness of her panty-front in the passion of their embrace but she reluctantly pushed his hand away, pulled the hand to her mouth and kissed his finger tips lightly then proceeded to lick them sensuously smiling and looking at him as seductively as she could. She glanced down at the huge lump in his pants, smiled cheekily again and began to slide her lips over his fingertips and lick them seductively then sucking them as if they were the most luscious cock, she had ever had. She watched him shake with pleasure his cock all but bursting from his trousers. Candy loved to make him hard. She loved to make him want her. She was proud that she was the only woman in the world to fulfill his desire and that he was excited by watching her have sex with other men and women. He had only become jealous once when she had partnered with Nathan and he knew he would loose her if he had allowed her to continue. As she leaned forward and kissed him as sweetly as he had ever been kissed. He felt the tingling sensation that drove him to shiver with passion once more. He felt his cock awaken as if from a dream and every blood vessel fill with blood and thrill with the excitement of her wetness and her gentle loving kiss. The spine tingling thrill of her fingernail tickling his neck sent him into a cold sweat of deep want and he slid his hand onto her firm round breasts feeling the nipples harden as he cupped them eagerly. He wanted her like a hellfire consuming all resistance. They had played long enough, postponed the desire enough to make his limp cock swell. She fondled his swollen lump and unzipped him unfurling his cock and stroking it with her tiny hand. She stretched her slender fingers around it and began stroking it until Tom began to pant. By the time they had reached the apartment and had kissed urgently in the elevator and again at the doorway Tom was delirious with passion. He had just watched three men ravage her and the look of obvious lust in her eyes when she had seen Chloe fucked by her fantasy cock. He needed to be inside her urgently and to let her feel the unwavering love he felt for her expressed in his worship of her body and the ultimate privilege of cumming in her. They tore at one another's clothing until all that remained were the white panties. He reached down to them and felt her moist fold through the sheer cotton fabric until it was drenched with the moisture of her arousal and she was begging him to fuck her with his fingers. Tom inserted first one then two fingers into her. Feeling her hot tight cunt squirt and the walls close tightly round his fingers as she moaned in pleasure and screamed for more. He slid more fingers into her ultra tight pussy he wanted to make her cum over and over again and repeatedly teased and masturbated her. He had an all-consuming desire to taste more of her to ravish her. He felt as excited as he had the first time with her and as her pleasure grew in intensity he found his own desire grow exponentially. She kissed him urgently. "Mmmmmmmmmmm darling I love you so much. Make love to me. Only you make love to me. Eat my hot wet pussy baby. Make me cum hard. Make me so hot for you I scream for it! Ooooooh I love you I love you." The sound of her voice talking dirty to him, urging him to please her urging him to push his cock into her had occupied every fantasy he had had over the past few years and now the sounds that had been uttered each month for groups of men at the club came from the beauty whose body dripped sexual allure, whose exquisite breasts and ass trembled beneath his caress and whose super tight cunt begged him to feast on her spectacular ambrosia. He gently kissed her sopping wet panty-covered pussy with such restraint that she shivered with each touch of his lips and he sucked at her folds tenderly through the sheer fabric until she began to tremble in desire, pulling the delicate cum soaked cotton aside. He kissed her clit with a touch so gentle she began to cum and flickered his tongue around it until the orgasms intensified and squirted her sweet ambrosia into his face. Tom greedily swallowed her nectar recognizing her taste and scent as it coursed through his senses and intoxicated him. He slid his tongue more vigorously around her folds parting them and lancing his tongue into her tiny hole letting the copious juices run down the crack between her legs. Her finger teased the nape of his neck sending chills though him as she ground his face to her succulent vulva. He thrust fingers in her once more as he suckled her erect clitoris greedily imbibing her mouth-watering honeyed juice intoxicating him until he could stand barely stand the desire that filled him. His cock was bursting with desire. He could barely drag himself away from the sweet delight of her sexual perfume, her succulent tastes and the pleading cries from her perpetual orgasms. He wrenched himself from her pussy and kissed her tenderly once more. Candy reached down and held his cock as he guided it to the drenched folds of her hot shaved pussy. He swirled the tip around her clit and labia until she began to shudder with pleasure and his tip was glistening with her moisture. He pressed it against her tiny tight opening and she winced a little breathing rapidly, then holding her breath until she relaxed a little then he pushed a little further into her and he paused and then withdrew a little pushing the head of his cock into her and out of her in short strokes. She began to get increasingly excited as he increased the tempo of his sexy rhythm. Her juices began to spurt with excitement. He kissed her tenderly and she resumed touching his neck with her fingernail. He caressed her breasts lovingly; pinching the nipple hard until she moaned sexily as each stroke inside her went deeper and deeper until he reached her cervix. She gasped and shouted. "FUCK ME I WANT YOU DEEP INSIDE ME!" He pushed into her hard until his cock felt the sticky juices flow like a tropical rainstorm. She cried out in pleasure. Tom kissed her tenderly and thrust into her deep and within moments she was having a spectacular orgasm. No one kissed her like that. No one made her feel so good. It had been on a night like this that Candy realised she didn't just like having sex with Tom she loved him in a way she had never felt before. The orgasms were divine but the feeling of bubbling in her stomach and the giddy feeling of intimacy was a new sensation. She felt like a love struck teenager with him. Her pussy erupted like a volcano spurting hot fluid and clamping around his cock like a vice. She screamed like a banshee and bucked furiously at his pounding cock. She bit his neck hard and raked his back with her fingernails like an alley cat on heat. He felt her hand caress his balls and fondle them; her fingernails grazed his swollen pouch sending tingles of electricity through him igniting every nerve ending with the intensity of her pleasure. Her cunt gripped him like a moist friendly hand and she urged him to fuck her harder and faster. He teased her to the edge of orgasm time and time again only to withdraw from her until she was begging for his return and each time he did he plunged deeper and harder into her until she exploded in fits of screaming, bucking gyrating orgasms. He turned her over without leaving her pussy. Her ass was so divine he shivered from the sight of it holding her hips firmly in his hands he pumped into her once more until his squelching assault produced still more climaxes from her delicious pussy. He fondled her tit with one hand and slid the other inside her sopping panties and began masturbating her as he continued to thrust wildly into her. Her hot tight pussy was unbelievable and pulsed like a vibrator around his cock. His swollen balls slapped her clitoris as she begged him to bring her to orgasm after orgasm. She was insatiable and his cock had swollen beyond recognition. As he grew tired from the intensity of the session he pulled from her and lay back beckoning her to ride him. As she straddled him he gazed up at her delightful breasts and cupped them in his hand lovingly. He was already planning to cum all over them later that evening. She slid his cock against her wet panties and let him feel the dampness as she slid the damp fabric across his aching cock. " I want you to cum in me now!" She purred. Tom held his breath as he felt her guide his cock's thick head into her once more, watching her face contort with the strain of the entry of his excited cock into her tiny hot hole. He felt her inner labia stretch around him and her vaginal walls swirl with dampness as he slid inside her deeper and deeper until he felt her cervix touch his tip and his hyper swollen balls touched her sweet ass. She giggled sweetly. "Mmmmmm Tom you're such a big boy and so gentle and hot. I want to feel you explode in me. Do you like my tight little pussy? Do you want me? Want to cum in my hot, hot cunt?" She rose up on him as he fondled her magnificently firm round tits eagerly. She gyrated and rocked on the tip of his cock letting her abundant juices drizzle down his thick black shaft. Tom could only groan as she began her sensual ride she slid up and down his shaft clamping and loosening her grip on his thickness to let more of her own excitement roll down his shaft in a torrent of sticky wetness. She reached down and began to masturbate herself as she rode and erupted into sobbing and shivering as she came with increasing intensity her ass bobbing up and down on him faster and faster. She came violently and her pussy clamped his cock even more tightly and she collapsed on him panting and kissing him passionately. Then when she regained her breath she turned around and bounced on his cock so that he could see her heavenly ass rising up and down on him. He felt the stirring inside like an impending hurricane building in pressure. He leaned forward and pushed his cock deep inside her and took her breasts in his hands. She leaned her head back and panted as she too began to orgasm. " I want to see your beautiful face when you cum in me. Tell me you love me. I love you so much Tom tell me you love me when you cum." she panted breathlessly. As she came she manipulated her leg so that she could turn around to face him and then lay back with her shapely legs spread as Tom leaned into her pressing deep inside her the pressure unbearable. They kissed urgently and Tom pulled his cock back to her entrance as she writhed in pulsating pleasure. She shivered from the emptiness of her hot cunt, which gushed like a stream. When he entered her again he did so with long hard deep strokes his balls slapping her clit with a force that triggered a series of blood curdling screams of joy from her. " I love you Candy I'm going to cum in you deep and hard. I cant wait any longer.' 'Mmmmmm cum in me be mine cum in me! Fill my pussy with cream darling! Mmmmmmmmmmm I love you. " Tom felt the pleasure fill every nerve ending with pleasure like his whole body was immersed in a warm spring. He felt himself shake to the core, his cock throb uncontrollably and with each throb his body felt the waves of endorphins fill his senses. Then he came spurting his pent up desire into this delectably nubile goddess. He thrust hard and deep burying his cock in her luscious well of desire. Each spurt of his cum elicited screams of pleasure from her as her tasty pussy vibrated around each throb pulsing in unison then clamping tight around him. He felt the sensation of intoxicated bliss and the feeling that his cock was being sucked into her and he drifted into the semi conscious state then passed into a deep sleep as she nestled in his arms whispering sweetly into his ear. Their endorphin charged haze lasted until the early hours of the morning with Candy nestled against his shoulder as he fondled her silken hair and caressed her taut ass cheeks. Her cum soaked panties lay on the bed next to them. Candy looked even more spectacular naked and he seemed to be able to manage an almost permanent erection around her these days that didn't go un noticed or un appreciated. ' You know darling I don't think you have an erection problem any more do you?' She playfully caressed his firming cock. And looked up at him with her translucent blue eyes. ' I've never had that problem around you but you're right I even get hard around other women now. ' He teased. 'So you did like Chloe last night. I should be jealous she's so pretty and has such fantastic tits. Just my luck darling to announce to you that I love you after all this time and you fall in lust with my younger bigger-titted best friend.' "No I don't mean I want anyone else I just enjoyed the look of her.' 'It's ok honey I'm just teasing. I know you are the most faithful and devoted man I ever met and that's why I love you too. I've been thinking though'. I would kind of like to quit the club and move in with you. Only I know last night was pretty spectacular and everything but I was lying there with three cocks in me screaming the house down thinking of coming home with you and how good you make me feel. I was kind of bored to be honest. I mean you don't need to watch me any more you get it up better than most men and since you've started the marathon running thing you go all night and keep cumming. You're all I need at the moment.' 'Wow that's a pretty big step sweetheart, you'd really be happy with just me? What about Nathan I mean it was obvious to everyone that you couldn't resist him even now?' ' I do resist him though' I mean its true I love having sex with him but I don't love him and if I didn't go to the club he'd be out of site out of mind I guess. Well out of site anyway.' 'Ok but you'd have to do a farewell gig at the club no-one would ever forgive me if you left and I stopped being a patron- it's my money that runs the place half the time. You'd have to think of something really hot to leave them with. It would also test your resolve to know whether you really want to leave too.' 'Ok I agree to that and I think I have an idea too. How many pairs of my panties do you have?' ' Wow, that's like asking me how many times we've fucked isn't it... Hahaha.... You know I catalogue them and I know the story of each pair. Maybe about three hundred and seventy six, give or take a few. Why? ' ' Oh my idea is that we choose the three panties that have the sexiest story attached to them and we have a lottery with all the club members and choose three winners and replay those stories with the winners outside the club to tease them and then bring them onto the stage for the finale. We'd do it afterwards as usual but they'd get to keep the panties. What do you think?' ' That's amazing and so sexy and it gives members an equal chance of winning the prize. I think I know which three panties too. One is a story of jealousy, another of extreme delayed gratification and the last one is that pair that has the little vibrator in them that can be controlled by a cell phone with blue tooth. You're so creative Candy Oh god I'm so hard for you again.' Her kisses got bigger and wetter and slurped all over him kissing, running wet lips over him, nibbling, touching him with her hands and masturbating him. He throbbed and moaned more and more. She ran her finger nails across his balls lightly and touched him with feather like touch, blew warm air across it and then just gobbled him sucked and took as much of his cock in her mouth as possible she was so excited by his moans her pussy was dribbling wetness. Somewhere in there he exploded and she swallowed and felt the hot spurts in her throat. She kept on going like a woman possessed. He was moaning and telling me how hot she was and she just kept going. His cock was still rock hard and she watched it throb and grabbed his cock once more and ran it round each of her nipples making them so hard. He just moaned and said, 'Daddy wants your sweet ass.' Tom began kissing her again tenderly sweetly; his hand reached down to masturbated her until she came continuously. Then he kissed his way down her chest suckling her while he touched her clit he inserted fingers into her hot little ass hole first one then two then three. It was going to be a tight fit three felt amazing and he finger fucked her through some more delicious orgasms fondling her clit with his other hand. He moved his head closer to her pussy and began to kiss it his fingers still wiggling and thrusting into her hot tight ass, per pussy was soaked and her clit was so sensitive. His tongue was lapping at her pussy while his fingers invaded her tight asshole she was in ecstasy moaning and thrashing about. In the middle of a huge climax he returned to face and kiss her. She felt his cock touch her tiny tight little hole. She was aching for it. She spread her legs as he lifted her up so that he could put his cock inside her ass hole. Wetness rolled from her pussy into the crack of her ass cheeks and lubricated the opening and I squealed ' OH GOD ITS BIG'. He slid it into her gently. Filling her as she shivered and moaned and wriggled so it would continue to penetrate her deeply. Her hot little asshole stretched to take his gentle entry and her pussy continued to drizzle wetness. He was in so deep she could feel his balls against her ass and he way throbbing, she was pulsing too. Then he took it almost out and she screamed and begging him to put it back and he obliged pumping her screwing hot ass deep fast strokes and she was cumming continuously this time an anal inspired orgasm- it was delicious. He fucked her for ages and she wrapped my legs around him and bucked and kissed and scratched and bit him screaming the house down. He stopped and turned her over and kissed her cheeks then entered from behind. That was even deeper. More orgasms. She got on top of him and rode him too he liked how tight, wet and hot she was pumping her pussy and ass alternately until he felt his orgasm rise inside him like a wild fire.. She could feel he was going to explode and she wanted him to so much. Just before he did. He flipped her onto my back and fucked her deep and hard his cock swelled her pussy contracted in the hugest orgasm and then POW he was squirting in her holding his cock inside her as deep as possible and she felt his hot spurts shooting into her hot ass. 'Tom. After we've done this last time at the club I want to have babies with you. That's what I find so attractive about you. You'd make such a wonderful Daddy.' They kissed and cuddled throughout the night and the following week Candice moved in with him and they began to plan their last big tease party. To be continued.... Too Good to be True "May I join you?" The voice was deeply sensual and best of all it came from a woman. "You looked so deep in thought that I decided to come and brighten you up, if that's okay with you." "Please yourself, although I warn you that you'll probably find yourself bored shitless." I was deliberately rude because the last thing I needed right now was company. I looked at her, all cheerful and happy, and decided that I should maybe have a closer look. It only took a second to take it all in. She was almost as tall as I am, 5'10", she was not skinny nor was she fat, she wore a white blouse that was open far enough for me to catch a glimpse of a well rounded breast, her waist was smaller than average and she wore a black skirt that had a slit up almost to her hips and through this I could see black stockings. Like I said it only took a second to take all this in and another second to decide that maybe, just maybe, I should have second thoughts about my rudeness. "I'm sorry for my rudeness, can we start again? I would love for you to join me." "May I refresh your drink?" "Thank you, I'll have a glass of Sauvignon Blanc." She signalled the barman and ordered two glasses of wine. "I don't usually barge into someone's personal space like this but you looked terribly worried and I just felt like I might be able to take your mind off what's bothering you for a short while. Would you like to talk about it, you don't have to if you don't want to, I won't mind. My name is Frances by the way, my friends call me Fran" "My name is Hugh and you can't really shorten that. My problem is with your lot. I thought I had it made, a good job that I like, a wife and three great kids, I play sport, have dinner parties with friends, enjoying the odd chuckle juice in the process. It was pretty good until a couple of weeks ago when the wheels fell off big time. I lost my wife and family, my job has changed to the point where I'm no longer getting any sort of satisfaction, and due to an old injury that has come back to haunt me I'm no longer enjoying my sport." "And how does my lot, and I assume that you mean women, get to be responsible for all of your problems?" "They're not responsible for all of them, just the ones closest to home. My lovely wife has had several affairs during the twenty odd years we'd been married and I've always been there for her when they ended, I wasn't overjoyed about this but I was convinced that my love for her would withstand all of this." "So what happened to change this?" "Her latest fling did the unforgivable and left his wife, he then pressured her into kicking me out so that he could move in. It was then that I realised that the rest of my life wasn't all that great either, my job requires me to comply with procedures that I don't like and that don't work, I've tried to change things but that has got me into hot water with management. I'm in constant pain from this injury and the operation to fix the problem is not guaranteed to ease the pain, in fact in most cases the pain is exacerbated." "You really do need cheering up." "I did warn you." "Don't apologise, not everyone has a perfect life." "Like you?" "My life is by no means perfect. I can empathise with your problem with your wife, my husband left me for a new improved model but that didn't last. He wanted to come back but I refused because it wasn't the first time for him either, and it won't be the last. I just wasn't prepared to go through that again. So I got on with my life and every now and then I go out on my own looking for someone like you so that I can try to bring a little joy into his life." "Are you some sort of amateur psychologist?" "By no means, I'm just someone who has experienced life's highs and lows and use that experience to help others." "Do you charge for this service or do you do it for the love of it?" "That you'll have to find out for yourself." "Tell me more, I'm curious, and while you're telling me, what do you say to getting something to eat?" "I would like that very much, that way we can get to know each other better. You might think that the end of the world is just around the corner but life has a way of surprising us when we least expect it." The dinner was great I think, we talked, we ate, we drank, and we had a good time, but I don't remember anything about it, it was just a blur. "Where do you live?" I asked her as we walked out of the restaurant. "It's only a block or so from here, why do you ask?" "I just needed to know whether I should get my car out of the car park so that I could take you home or whether we could walk." "Let's walk." She linked her arm in mine and pressed closely into me. We stopped several times on the way to her apartment to look at store window displays, I thought it was just so that we could delay the inevitable parting of the ways. "Would you like to come up for a few minutes?" She asked as we reached the front door of her apartment building. "Yes I would." We were standing close enough to each other that it only seemed proper that I should take her in my arms and kiss her. Frances showed no inclination to pull away from me so I pressed my luck even further and pushed my tongue against her lips. She opened her mouth and I felt her tongue caress mine. We separated and she opened the front door and ushered me inside. Taking the elevator to the top floor she led the way down the corridor to her apartment. Inside she took my coat and hung it on a hook behind the door. "Now where were we?" She came into my arms. Her arms were around my neck and her hips were pressed hard against mine, I was sure that she could feel my excitement, it certainly sounded like it, the noises that found their way from her mouth were of pure pleasure, if not lust. I moved away from her just a little, enough for me to get my hands between us and I slowly unbuttoned her blouse and slipped my hands inside, she too was excited by the feel of things. Her nipples were hard, her breasts firm and unencumbered by any supporting garments so I was able to caress them. Her breath was coming faster and her body was grinding harder into mine, then she dropped her hands from around my neck to around my hips and pulled me savagely into her shuddering body, "Oh my God, oh my God, this is amazing, I have never cum just from kissing. I'm going to enjoy making you happy." Her hands moved to my trousers and before I knew it they were on the floor along with my underpants. She was on her knees in front of me and took my super hard cock into her mouth, moving slowly and deliberately, she sucked my cock while at the same time one hand was between her legs playing with her pussy through her pantyhose. I was almost there when she pulled away from me and looked into my eyes, "Give it to me, all of it." She resumed her ministrations and a few seconds later I shot my load into her perfect mouth, pumping my sperm down her throat. When I finished she pulled away form me again and stood up, she kissed me and I could taste myself, "did you enjoy that?" "That was the most amazing blow job I have ever experienced, not that I've had that many, but it was amazing. What do we do for an encore?" "Whatever you want to do, tonight I'm yours to do with what you will." 'What I will' began with her bedroom and us undressing each other slowly and sensuously. I never knew it could take so long to take so few clothes from each other, but then it did involve a lot of kissing, touching, licking and sucking along the way. Frances lay on the bed, it was warm enough not to need to get under the covers, her legs apart and her eyes closed. I lay beside her, kissing her passionately while my hand moved slowly down her body with side excursions to each of her tits. When I arrived at her pussy I found it so moist that her juices were running down her crack and over her ass hole. I stopped kissing her, causing her to whimper her disappointment and moved down to the foot of the bed. I started at her feet, sucking her toes in turn and then kissing and licking my way slowly up her left leg, jumping over the join where I could see her pussy wet with anticipation, but I wanted to prolong the moment for as long as possible, and down her right leg to her toes. Slowly I began the return journey but this time I homed in on her waiting pussy, first kissing it gently, tasting her juices and then slowly pushing my tongue between her lips and licking her clit. Her hips arched up pushing my tongue deeper into her, her muscles contracted on my tongue and she whimpered her way through a prolonged orgasm, her cunt juices flooding into my mouth. Withdrawing my tongue from her pussy I replaced it with my now reborn cock, sliding it in until I could go no further and then I stopped. I looked into her eyes as I pulsed my cock inside her. "Oh God that feels wonderful." So, of course, I kept it going. "Have you ever tried Tantric sex?' "No, how do we do that?" "We just stay here quietly with me inside you, not moving our bodies, no fucking as such, just concentrating on our genitals, tensing and relaxing the muscles. We can hold out for ages but when we cum it's the most incredible experience. It was over an hour later when we had our 'most incredible experience', it wasn't Tantric all the time, when the hour was almost up she could stand it no longer. "Will you stop teasing me, I want you to fill me with your cum, I want to feel it gushing into me and I want it now!" She grabbed my arse and tried to force the pace, pushing as hard as she was able on to my cock "Oh my God I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" Her body shuddered and juices gushed from her. "I'm squirting, I can't control it!" I could feel the build up inside me and I shoved my cock into her as far as it would go and unloaded inside her. I rolled over with her straddling my hips and my cock still inside her, our combined juices oozing out of her and running over my balls and between my legs. It didn't take long for my cock to harden again and Frances started rocking back and forth on it, now I know what that nursery rhyme is about, you know; "Ride a cock horse to Banbury Cross." She was riding her cock horse like a champion, sliding her clit along my pelvic bone for added intensity. She quickened her stroke until she collapsed onto my chest. "I don't know how long I can keep this up." Neither did I but I was going to go down fighting. We changed position again and she was on all fours on the bed with me shoving my cock in from behind doggy style, I found that I gained more sensation from this method than the missionary position and it wasn't long before I dumped another load into her already full pussy. I removed my cock from her and replaced it with my mouth, lapping the cum as it oozed out and gently licking the whole area especially her clit which brought her to yet another orgasm. "I have never cum so many times in one session in my life." She sighed as she collapsed on to the bed. I pulled back the covers for her to get inside. "You're not going to leave me are you?" "No, I just need to clean up before I get into bed." "Allow me." She took my cock into her mouth and swirled her tongue around the shaft until it was as clean as a whistle, she then proceeded to lick my balls, the crack between my cheeks and my pubic hair until that was clean of our juices. When she had completed her task she moved back up to face me and kissed me long and hard. "Thank you for tonight, I really enjoyed myself." "It is me that should be thanking you, you've taken my mind off my problems, for a little while at least." "Do you remember you asked me earlier whether there was a charge for my services, well consider the debt paid in full." I took her in my arms and we both drifted into a deep sleep. * * * It was daylight. I reached across to touch Frances, but she wasn't there. What was this thing hanging out of the back of my hand? Who are these people standing beside my bed and why do they have stethoscopes around their necks? Where am I? That's right, I'm in hospital. Fuck, I knew it was too good to be true. "How are we this morning?" One of the doctors was looking at a chart in his hand. "Oh, just great." The sarcasm went straight over his head. "How is the pain this morning?" "Pain, what pain? You're talking to someone that doesn't even take paracetamol for a headache and you have me doped up on pethidine and you ask me about pain. There is no pain, but if the dream that I've just been having is normal for this medication could you crank up the dose a bit?" * * * Part of this story is based on real life. I was in hospital doped to the eyeballs on pethidine, and I did have weird dreams. Unfortunately for me they were nothing like the one described in this story. Too Good To Be True At two p.m. on the usual sunny winter day in Los Angeles I responded to a 252, a purse snatch outside of a coffee shop. The victim was a stunning brunette. The kind that out of uniform would have probably reduced me to a bumbling idiot, but with the badge on my chest I took down her information with a detached assuredness. Her description was pretty vague; African-American male wearing a hooded sweatshirt, around six feet tall, brown eyes, no visible tattoos or scars, but then again it was rare that you ever actually got any useful information out of a bag snatch victim. Basically just your typical dead end case; another statistic for the city's crime report. It had already been twenty minutes since the theft occurred so the culprit was certainly beyond finding. Well, of course there is always the off-chance that the perp would mess up; somehow get caught red handed, not a possibility to dismiss seeing as such simple crimes are usually committed by very simple people, but nothing to hang your hopes on. Nonetheless, I went through the motions and performed a thorough interview of the victim. Actually, I was a little more thorough than I usual, like I said this girl was stunning. She was stylishly dressed in designer jeans and those knee-high leather stiletto boots that you see Hollywood starlets wearing. Everything; her hair, her nails, her make up was impeccably done, and curves; boy did she have some curves. She wore a tight pink sweater that accentuated both her small waist and her busty chest. Needless to say I took my time writing down her information. Plus, she was openly flirting with me. I mean at first she was a little frazzled, understandable given the situation, but eventually she warmed up. She gave me plenty of little smiles, and flirty looks, fluttering her long eyelashes, and even reaching out and touching my arm a couple of times with her hand. "You know Officer you're kind of cute," she said when I was just about done filling out the incident report form. "Umm.. Thank you, Ms. Lopez," I replied caught off-guard by the comment. I could feel my face flush. "Angelica, and I'm sorry I didn't mean to embarrass you." "No need to apologize." "I just assumed you heard that all the time." "Well, not from anyone as pretty as you," I answered back, instantly regretting it, I sounded like a sap. "Oh, Officer aren't you sweet," she paused and shyly looked down to the ground while twisting a strand of her hair around her index finger, "Would it be okay if I gave you my phone number?" "Well, it is kind of against department regulations," I responded like an imbecile. "So that's a no?" she said slowly, pouting her lips. "Well, I...I..." I stuttered, trying to figure out what to say. "I mean if anyone asked you could just say that you met me at a coffee shop, there's not a regulation against that, is there?" "No, I mean I don't see how anyone would know." "Good, let me see your phone," she instantly brightened back up putting out her hand to receive my mobile. "My phone?" "Yeah, I want to enter the number myself, I don't want you to be able to say that you wrote down the number wrong. Or maybe you're afraid your girlfriend or wife will find it?" "No, I'm single," I immediately answered, probably a little too eager, forgetting to play it cool. "Lucky me," "I think I'm the lucky one," I handed her my cell phone and watched her type in her number. "Here you go, Officer Gathers," she said offering me the phone. "Luke." "Luke," she repeated while staring warmly into my eye, "Nice name, but you know I kind of like calling you Officer." "You can call me whatever you want." "Well, maybe I'll call you Officer Gathers when I'm being a little bad," she handed back the phone. She quickly gathered her things and turned to walk away, "Don't make me wait too long, Luke, I might forget how good you look in your uniform," "I won't, and I'll let you know if we find out anything about your bag." "I expect you to have the case solved by the time you call me," she sarcastically joked. "I'll make sure the whole department is on it," I replied. She gave a joyous smile before turning and walking away, mesmerizing me with the sway of her hips. I called her a couple of days later and she was as pleasant on the phone as she was in person. We met for lunch on Saturday in Santa Monica, following up lunch with a long walk along the beach. We got along so well that we made plans for dinner the next night. A couple hours before our date my cell phone went off and I saw that it was Angelica, "Shoot," I thought, "she must be calling to cancel." "Hello," I answered solemnly. "Luke, it's Angelica, I'm in trouble, serious trouble," she frantically announced. "What's wrong?" I said quickly, my fear of rejection transforming into concern. "My ex-boyfriend is crazy. He found out that I went on a date last night and he is flipping out. He told me he is coming over here right now." "Did he threaten you?" I asked instantly switching into cop mode. "Nothing specific, but I know him. I know how angry he gets. I'm scared of what he might do," her voice began to crack like she was on the verge of tears. "Listen, is there anywhere you can go that you can be safe?" "I don't want to open my door, what if he is waiting for me outside?" "Well, then I'm going to call the station and have..." "Can't you come? I don't want to involve the police, that'll just make him madder." "Well, you need to be protected from him." "But what can the police do? He didn't threaten me." "They can keep him away from you." "Can't you protect me?" she said in a meek voice. The knight in me instantly kicked in, "Okay Angelica, I'll be right over. Keep your door locked until I get there." "Thank you Luke, thank you." I arrived at her apartment complex in less than ten minutes. I did a quick search of the parking lot, but didn't see anything suspicious, so I headed up to her apartment. Tears were rolling down her cheeks when she opened the door. She threw her arms around me and hugged me tightly to her, her sobs causing her chest to heave against me. "Thank you Luke, thank you so much for coming," she prayed in my ear. Other than her mascara running down her face, she was completely done up. In fact she seemed even more alluring at that moment than the previous two times that I had seen her. She must have been getting ready for our date before her ex had called because she had on only a white cotton robe. I noticed that her toenails were now painted dark red, the day before they had been light pink. I couldn't help but feel a bit of a thrill knowing that she was making such an effort to impress me. I wiped away the tears from her eyes and gradually calmed her down. She told me about her ex-boyfriend; that although he never hit her, he was verbally abusive and insanely jealous. He had even once struck a waiter he felt was giving her too much attention. It was only recently that she had built up enough courage to end their three year relationship, much to the chagrin of her parents who were close friends with his parents. There had been an enormous amount of pressure on her to marry him. I told her that she needed to file an official police report and obtain a restraining order from a court against him. But she said she didn't want to make it any more complicated then it already was; her parents were still mad at her for calling off the engagement, they would be horrified if they found out that she had called the cops on him. Her family had no idea what he was really like, they were too caught up in his golden boy reputation. Nestled against my chest she gradually calmed down as I stroked her lush dark brown hair. "I feel so safe with you here," she softly whispered. I held her for a few seconds more before her self consciousness suddenly kicked in, "I'm so sorry to drag you into all of this. I can imagine what you think of me. I bet I look a mess." "No need to apologize, I'm glad I could help. And if there is one thing you don't have to worry about; it is looking a mess." "Please," she replied, but with a grin on her face, "This isn't how I pictured our second date." "Don't worry about it. How about I order some food and will can just stay here and watch a movie." "Really you don't mind?" "Sounds like a perfect date to me." I said causing her to smile. "Thank you so much Luke for being so understanding," she brightly said, "Okay, well, let me go and clean up. Order whatever you want to eat. There are menus over there by the phone." I ordered some Thai from a place that sounded decent. While I was waiting for her to change I looked around the apartment. There were a couple of photos of her family, including a large picture of a young, handsome man, but nothing more. "She must have just moved in after breaking up with her boyfriend," I thought to myself. Overall the apartment was minimally decorated, a few framed prints, some knick knacks, but beyond the photos nothing too personal. About fifteen minutes later she emerged from the back wearing a pair of black stretch pants and low cut red top with a gray unzipped sweater over it. Her hair was tied back and I was glad to see for all the glam I had previously seen her in, she was still very sexy in casual clothing. "Is this your family?" I asked pointing to a picture near the television. "Yeah, that's all of us. My parents own a restaurant out in the valley that I help manage. And that's my brother in the other picture. He did a few foolish things as a kid, but recently he's been trying really hard to stay on the right path." The tenor of her voice betrayed the obvious love and concern that she felt for her brother. Since I was also close to my younger brother I could really appreciate the feeling. The food turned out to be better than decent and with a couple of glasses of wine we huddled up on her sofa to watch a movie. I'm not sure what was more intoxicating the wine, or the sweet smell of her perfume. During the movie she snuggled close to me and I intermittently kissed her gently on the forehead. The first movie ended and without even asking Angelica jumped up from the couch and put another one in. I was happy to spend more time with her snuggled against me, yet after the first hour of the second movie I began to grow a little restless. No doubt sensing that hint of boredom Angelica looked up at me with her bold brown eyes and without saying a word invited me to kiss her. I leaned down and gently accepted the invitation. She kissed me back, lightly pressing her lips against mine. Lost in the moment I shut my eyes and simply focused on the feel of her lips, which were soft and moist. It lasted only a few seconds, but just those few seconds were enough to trigger my arousal. When our lips eventually parted she smiled and dropped her head back down to my shoulder. While she went back to watching the movie I was left in the awkward position of trying to quell my now awakened sex. Shortly after our kiss she decided to exacerbate my problem by laying her head down upon my lap. Now that lovely head of hers was pressed directly against my stiffening member. In an effort to calm the growing problem, I tried my best to focus on the movie, but to no avail. So I then tried thinking about baseball, but that didn't work either. I even tried thinking about my third grade teacher, but even old Mrs. O'Hagan's haggard face couldn't distract me from the fact that the only thing between her soft skin and my growing cock was the thin material of my jeans. "Can I get up for a second? I need to use the bathroom," I awkwardly announced guiding her head off my lap and turning quickly away from her in an attempt to hide my tented pants. I returned a few minutes later with untented pants. Before I sat back down I innocently kissed Angelica on the lips. She returned the kiss, then she returned it again, and again until eventually we were making out. Our tongues gently intertwined as the intensity of our kiss continued to build. Soon not only our lips, but our bodies were pressed together in a passionate embrace. Her small hands roamed my body feeling the contours of my athletic frame. "Luke, you're so strong. I feel safe in your arms," she cooed. She gave me a quick peck on the lips before she nestled against me and returned her attention to the movie. In contrast to the tenderness of her sentiments I could feel an erection once again straining within my pants. I moved to grab a pillow to try and cover myself, but before I could conceal it Angelica looked down at my lap. "Looks like someone has woken up," she teased. I instantly turned bright red, "Don't be embarrassed I'll take it as a compliment," she calmly reassured. "Its not very gentlemanly of me," I awkwardly apologized. "Gentlemanly of you?," she laughed, "Honey, I'd be offended if after kissing me you weren't excited." She then placed her hand on my thigh and said, "And what if I was to tell you that I want to get a closer look. Would you think that unladylike? I smiled in response not needing to offer a verbal reply. She rubbed my now rock hard cock through my jeans to let me know she wasn't playing. I was caught off guard by how fast she was moving, but I wasn't about to complain. She unbuttoned my pants and drew the zipper slowly down. "I've been thinking about this since I met you. I bet you're big," she boldly said as she pulled down my pants so that she could retrieve my cock, "Looks like I was right," she added as she stroked my now exposed sex. She reached up to kiss me, a wet, hungry kiss, before dropping her head back down to my lap. Her fingers ran along the veins of my cock, delicately playing with its sensitive skin. She held me captive with those teasing caresses. Possibly realizing that it was physically impossible for my cock to expand anymore without bursting she finally blessed it with a kiss, then a slow lick up from the base of my shaft to the bulbous head sending shivers up my spine. I breathed in deeply when she finally enveloped me with her warm moist mouth the sensation rushed through my body, "Damn!" I blurted out. She looked up at me and laughed, "Do you like that?" she kidded me giving me a kiss on the lips before returning to my awaiting cock. She skillfully moved her lips up and down my cock. Taking her time, allowing her tongue to play, to tease, to deliver pleasure like you can only imagine. The smacking sound of her lips grew noticeably as she increased the pace. She wrapped her right hand around my shaft, and gently started pumping it as her lips devoted all their attention to the head of my cock. I was beyond being able to control myself. My hips shifted up as I felt my climax approach, "Oh my...." I exclaimed letting her know that I was seconds away. She pressed her lips firmly against me and I erupted inside her mouth, my whole body clenching up as the sensation rushed through my veins. "Enjoy?" she snickered once she removed her lips from my now slackened cock. She gave me a peck on the lips. "Ready to watch the rest of the movie?" she asked. "I think there are more interesting things we can do," I said pulling up my pants and rising from the couch. I grabbed her hand and pulled her up off the sofa. She gave me a look indicating that she was pleased that I had selected option B. I said, "Lead the way," and with a pixy smile on her face she took me by the hand to her bedroom. A wave of lavender hit me when I entered. A queen size bed dominated the small room. She fell on to the neatly made bed where I quickly joined her. Our hands couldn't get each other's clothes of quick enough. I kicked off my shoes and jeans while she tugged off my shirt. I was a bit more delicate in removing her clothes, but no less eager. With her top off, I deftly unhooked her bra and freed her full round breasts. Just as easily I slipped her pants and panties off her lower body. Fully naked she was a sight to behold, but I was immediately distracted by the appearance of a small red heart tattooed right below her panty line with two initials next to it, "R.J.". She must have noticed that it caught my eye, "My ex-boyfriend's stupid idea, I'm going to get it removed," she explained casually. While its presence was disconcerting, my lust and the feel of her soft skin beneath me was enough to overwhelm any further thought. She pulled me towards her and we embraced, first our mouths then our bodies coming together. I slinked down her body, leaving a trail of kisses down her neck, chest, and abdomen. My hands caressed every curve of her body until my head was positioned between her thighs above her neatly trimmed sex. My tongue gently delved between her slit. She gasped as I licked the tender insides of her pussy. Her sex was warm and moist. After a minute of steady licks I started to feel the tremors of involuntary movement. Her hips started to shake, and as I delved deeper I could feel the moisture start to increase. I stabbed my tongue deep inside her causing her breathe to grow heavy. Her hands cupped her breast and her fingers tweaked her turgid nipples. She was completely into it now, her head flung back, eyes closed, tongue licking her lips as I supplied her with wave after wave of stimulation. Feeling her body urging me on, I lightly flicked her clit with the tip of my tongue. The response was immediate and violent, her hips bucked up and a moan sprang from her mouth. I carefully swirled my tongue around her clit, maintaining a steady rhythm as her hips rose and fell with each circle. "That feels so good," she let out spontaneously as I applied continuous pressure to her clit. Now her sweet juices were really starting to flow, even my chin, rubbing against the bottom of her pussy was slick with fluid. I could tell she was close to coming. Her moans grew louder and wilder, I loved hearing her lose control as I kept up the insistent onslaught on her sex. Suddenly her body twisted away from me as she reached for the nightstand. Hurriedly she opened the drawer and withdrew a condom package, "Come here," she said as she tore open the package. I again left a trail of kisses up her body, also rubbing her dew off my face, "Enjoy?" I playfully repeated her question to me. She giggled loosely before responding with a deep kiss, her tongue darting deep into my mouth letting me know how much she enjoyed my lips upon her. I could feel her right hand reach down and grasp my stiff cock. She gave it a few pumps before pushing me over. She took the condom out of the wrapper and carefully rolled it onto my cock. With my sword sheathed she straddled me and wasted no time impaling herself upon my sex. I slid in easily like her pussy was lined with oil. But she was still so tight that it felt like her snug canal was gripping my cock "That's it baby," she moaned in my ear as I cupped her breasts. She placed her hands behind mine and forced me to squeeze hard, "I love that," she sighed. Eager to please I sat up and brazenly licked her erect nipples and sucked on the soft flesh of her breasts. She was steadily grinding her pussy up and down my cock, I could tell she wanted to stimulate her clit, so I laid back down and with a single finger began gently stroking her clit causing her moans to grow more intense. From that point she went wild. Her hips worked up a feverish rhythm bringing her closer and closer to the crescendo. Eyes tightly closed, breathe ragged, deep moans surrendered from her mouth, she was loving every second of me inside of her, and I was loving it just as much. She came like she was possessed, intelligible words spewing out of her mouth. The feel of her pussy convulsing around my cock pushed me over the edge as well, and a whitewash of pleasure flowed through me, damn it was good. Too Good To Be True She collapsed in a heap on top of me, "Its not supposed to be that good the first time," she sighed chuckling as she caught her breath. Her body was slick with sweat on top of me. "Hell, I don't know if its ever supposed to be that good," I added fully satisfied. She laughed before kissing me tenderly on the lips and snuggling against my warm body. We lay there in the afterglow for a few minutes until she got up to some water. By the time she got back and into bed I was hard again, "I really do it for you, huh, baby?" she said before grabbing another condom out of the nightstand. We enjoyed another exquisite encounter, this time with me on top between her thighs, controlling the temper, driving steadily inside of her until she was singing my name, "Thank you, Luke, thank you." Needless to say I stayed the night, and then the next night, and the night after that. In a week I was unofficially moved in; she even gave me a key to her place. Soon the only reason I ever visited my own apartment was to grab things to take back to hers. And gradually such trips became less and less necessary; everything I needed was at her place; most importantly her. There was no doubt about it; I just couldn't get enough of Angelica, and for that initial period of time it didn't seem like she could get enough of me either. One day, about one week after I had moved in, I came home from work and was surprised to see a young man sitting on her couch watching television. At first I was alarmed. I immediately thought that it was her ex-boyfriend. However, when I got a better look at his face I quickly realized that it was her brother, Carlos. He looked a whole lot different in person than he did in the choir boy like photo Angelica displayed. In fact if I had seen him for the first time on the street I would have quickly suspected him to be a gang-banger. He wore a tight white wife beater over his muscular frame proudly exposing the collection of tattoos that decorated his body, including a large gothic cross prominently featured on his upper right arm. It didn't take much contemplation for me to deduce that there was more than just a "little trouble" in his past. But I attempted to repress any of my cop inclinations and greeted him warmly. His response in return was cool; he didn't make an effort to hide his own disgust as he watched me kiss his sister hello. Within minutes of my arrival he got up to leave, but Angelica refused to allow him to do so, insisting that he stay for dinner. He warmed up a bit during dinner. Typical guys, we discovered a mutual interest in athletics; both of us shared an unabashed love for the Lakers. By the end of dinner we were at least on friendly terms, a fact that apparently made Angelica extremely happy. "He could use a good influence in his life," she said after Carlos left. "He seems like a good kid," I replied to her delight. She wrapped her arms behind my neck and gave me a long wet kiss. "You're a good man, Luke," she said staring at me adoringly with her dark brown eyes. "I try," I joked. "Well then, you should be rewarded," she kissed me again passionately before dropping slowly to her knees in front of me. She smiled brightly up at me as she undid my belt and unbuttoned my pants. I was rock hard before she even had me unzipped. She gave me a nice, long, slow blow job, taking the time to let her tongue dance along my swollen cock. Half way through I tried to stop her so we could share the pleasure, but she refused the offer, "Just enjoy," she said her lips glistening wet from her efforts. I sat down on a chair near the dining room table and did just what she suggested. She swallowed my entire load with no hint of discomfort, keeping me inside her mouth until the last spasm subsided. Afterwards I was ready to carry her into the bedroom, but to my surprise she told me she had to help out at the restaurant since the night manager was sick. That led to a now recurring discussion about me meeting her parents, or even just visiting the restaurant where she worked. She repeated the same line about me understanding that for traditional Mexican parents it is a big deal to meet someone that their daughter is dating. Especially since her parents were still upset about her breaking off her previous engagement to someone so close to the family. I felt like putting up more of a fight this time, but as often is the case, the wonder of oral sex had drained my resolve and I eventually meekly acquiesced with a shrug and a sigh. I barely saw Angelica over the next week; evidently the night manager was really sick. There were a couple of nights where I tried to wait up for her, but since I was accustomed to going to bed at ten so that I could wake up by five, it was hard for me to stay awake past twelve, and she usually got home around a little past one. I tried to be patient about it, but it was hard to go from spending so much time with her to basically saying hi and bye when I got home for work and she took off. Not to mention the fact that I went from enjoying frequent sex sessions to enjoying none at all. The night that I did manage to stay up until one o'clock, desperate for a little affection, she simply flopped down on to the bed and went to sleep. I tried to wake her, but she said she was just too tired. Finally Sunday came. I was off and I knew that even if Angelica had to cover the night shift she would at least have some free time in the morning. I woke up early to make her breakfast in bed. She thanked me profusely for my effort and apologized for not being around more. After she finished eating I let my intentions be known by sliding a hand up her thigh under the covers, but she stopped me before I could reach the apex. "Sorry Honey, its that time of the month," she casually said. "You got to be kidding me!" I exclaimed louder than intended. "I'm sorry Baby, you know how it goes," she said caressing my cheek like I was a little boy whose mother just explained to him that he can't go out to play. "I'm dying here, Sweetheart," I begged. "I know, and I'm sorry I haven't given you the attention you deserve this past week, but you know how work is." "Well maybe you could..." I hinted at a way for her to relieve some of the pressure. "Sorry Honey, I don't do that when I'm on my period." "What? That doesn't make any sense." "If I can't enjoy, I don't think its fair that you get to," she replied as if I had offended her. I gritted my teeth and slammed my head into a pillow. She rubbed my back gently, but at that time her caresses only further irritated me. I got up and took a cold shower. She left for work an hour later and I was left alone again. I knew it wasn't fair to hold it against her, but rational thoughts weren't exactly at the forefront of my thoughts. Over the next couple of days I could barely contain my resentment. Of course I saw her for such brief moments there wasn't even time to vent that frustration. That Wednesday, while I was still on duty, I received a call from Angelica around one in the afternoon. She told me that someone had broken the window of her car while parked near the restaurant and she wanted me to come check it out. When I pulled up to the restaurant she immediately came out the front door. Maybe it was the lack of sex or the fact that I hadn't seen Angelica outside of the apartment during the day for weeks, but in the bright sunlight she looked amazingly good. So good in fact that rather than appreciate her appearance I instantly became jealous. "Why is she wearing a short skirt and high heels blatantly showing off her incredibly long and smooth legs?" I privately fumed. Every guy in that restaurant was probably drooling in his food watching her sway her hips as she roamed around the place. Plus her tits were bunched up in a low cut top offering another eyeful for the guys inside. She walked me over to where her car was parked, "You should never park in the alley like this behind the building especially when you leave as late as you do," I lectured her when I saw where she was parked. "I only parked here this morning so that I could unload some stuff into the back," she shot back. I approached the side of her SUV looking for a broken window, but saw no sign of entry, "How did they get in? Did you leave the car unlocked?" I curtly asked. "Look in the back," she instructed. I opened the back door and leaned in, not seeing anything, but a pair of her panties. As I was leaning over I felt her press against me from behind and sneak around a hand to my crotch, "I think I found the perp," she teased. I stepped back out of the car and turned to face her, "Angelica, I thought you had a problem, you know I'm on duty." "I'm sorry Officer, I've been bad, am I in trouble?" she said seductively her deep red lips annunciating carefully each word. I tried to resist, but I was hopeless against that gaze. I looked down at her hand massaging my now stiff cock and couldn't help, but smile, "Baby sometimes I don't know what to do with you." "Really Officer, you can't think of any way to punish me?" she continued to play. "I thought it was that time of the month," I answered bitterly "How about you frisk me and see," she answered by placing her hands on the side of the car and spreading her legs. "I tell you," I muttered under my breathe, "Wanna play? We can play," I firmly grabbed her hip and sternly spread her legs wider apart. I roughly patted her sides and lower back, then quickly ran my hands up from her ankle back to her hips. Finally I cupped her breasts and squeezed. "Ohhh, Officer, I think that's police abuse," she kidded, "I may have to report you." For as much as her playfulness was annoying me it was also arousing me. I was fully erect, a fact that she ascertained by jutting out her ass and pressing it against my crotch, "I think I found your nightstick Officer," she gloated. I responded by sliding a hand up her skirt. As the panties in the backseat indicated; she wasn't wearing anything underneath. I brutishly groped her firm round ass, then slapped it sharply making her laugh. I took her laughter as a challenge so I unceremoniously reached around and slipped a finger into her very wet pussy. She threw her head back and gasped, "I don't think that's proper police procedure Officer." she remarked. "Shut up," I finally ordered fed up with the sound of her voice. "Ohh, Officer, what's wrong? A little frustrated at home?" she mocked. "Well, lately my girlfriend has been a real frigid bitch," I shot back harshly. "It sounds like she has some making up to do," she kept up her act, not flinching in the least at the insult I just hurled at her. "That she does." "Well its too bad she has to work late again tonight," she incredulously answered back. With that she pushed too far. I swung the rear car door open and pushed her into the backseat. Half her body was in the car, the other half hung out prime for the taking. Possessed by an animal need I flipped her skirt up over her waist. She wantonly spread her legs before me, exposing her visibly ripe sex. It didn't take me but a few seconds to unzip my pants and pull out my straining sex. "Officer Gathers..." she continued to taunt, but I cut her off before she could add another word by roughly shoving my cock straight into her obliging sex. "Fuck!" she gasped in surprise at the fierce thrust. Normally I consider myself a considerate partner, but right then I had only one thing on my mind, and it wasn't pleasing her. There was a solid week of resentment and sexual frustration which I was dying to release. I seized her hips and pulled her towards me so that my cock could plunge all the way inside of her. Then just as forcefully I pushed her away sliding myself almost all the way out, before slamming back inside once again. And I continued to control her body building up a stead rhythm until the initial desperate need wore off and I became aware of the fact that I was screwing her in the open air of a public alley. I pulled out of her and pushed her up and into the spacey backseat where I quickly joined her. I slammed the car door closed. She sprang on to my lap and straddled me. Our lips feasted on each other, wet lurid kisses, the kind exchanged by horny teenagers in the backseat of their parent's car. "It wasn't just tough on you baby. I missed having you inside of me just as badly," she breathlessly said. "No need to say it just do it," I impatiently answered back lifting my hips so I could push down my pants and boxers. She threw off her top and bra shoving her round breasts into my face. I hungrily sucked on that pale soft flesh, nibbling on her turgid nipples. "Shit! I don't have a condom," I exclaimed suddenly realizing that need. "Don't worry I started on the pill a few weeks ago," she said seizing my cock with her right hand. I must have given her an apprehensive look because she looked me straight in the eye and said convincingly, "You trust me don't you Baby?" "Yes," whether I truly did or not there at that moment there was no other possible answer. "Good," she replied back and with one smooth stroke I was all the way inside of her. She rocked her hips furiously, guiding me up and down at a maddening pace. Normally I would have attempted restrain myself, holdback, make sure that she got hers before I got mine, but it had been too long to care. Each plunge of my cock into her tight wet pussy was a desperate attempt to reach my height. But it wasn't too long before she surprised me with a long shrill moan, her body stiffening up while her sex clenched tightly around my cock, "That's it baby!" she exclaimed wildly in the midst of an evidently powerful orgasm. Her climax triggered my own. It was pure bliss. I hugged her tightly to me as I rode the waves of pleasure that swept through my entire body. "I needed that," she sighed as she carefully slid off my lap. "That was great Honey," she said kissing me on the cheek, "But I got to get back to work." I was still too caught up in the post-coital haze to move, but managed to respond, "I guess I needed it as well," we both laughed as my radio crackled with a general report. Angelica slipped on her clothes and with one last deep kiss said goodbye, the resentment that had built up in the past week towards her; easily washed away. Unfortunately, her work schedule didn't ease up after that encounter, but we both made the effort to find the time to connect. Whether it was in the morning before I left for work, or during my lunch break, we would slip in a quickie, although the brief encounters only seemed to whet my appetite even more. Angelica must have shared that hunger because increasingly she began calling me to set up a rendezvous while I was on duty; actually the fact that I was on duty seemed to really turn her on. I could tell she got a thrill out of calling me "Officer", and gradually our sexual encounters evolved into a game of cops and robbers and the more enthusiastically I played the wilder she became. It started with the simple of use of my handcuffs to restrain her, first to the bed posts, but she really loved it when I would place her hands behind her then bend her over and slide my cock inside of her. She would squirm with delight as she lay helpless on the bed. I could tell her to do anything while her hands were tied behind her back and she would do, although eventually the game evolved to the point where she would feign resistance challenging me to force her into whatever act I desired. At first I was apprehensive, but quickly the game began to thrill me as much as it did her. We began to act out every vile thought that had occurred to me as a cop. I would handcuff her to the bed and order her to "suck my dick". When she refused I would grab her by the back of the head and thrust my cock into her mouth. We became so involved in the game that I even ended up sodomizing her with my night stick. Afterwards I grew concerned that I had crossed the line, but not only did she not complain, in fact she told me that it gave her one of the most powerful orgasms she had ever experienced. This went on for a couple of weeks, all I could think about at work was what acts we had done and what kind of acts I wanted to do. When she did call me it didn't matter where I was; I would answer her phone call immediately. As a result when I received her call on that fateful day I didn't hesitate to respond. I had switched to the evening shift in part so my schedule would coincide with hers. It was about a week into that change when she called me on a Wednesday around 10 p.m. a common hour for her to try and reach me for some fun. But this time there appeared to be no acting on her part. She was frantic just like the first time she called me out of fear from her ex-boyfriend. "Luke, Carlos is in trouble, big trouble!" she blurted out. I was still a little unsure of whether she was fooling around so I wasn't immediately alarmed, but when I tried to calm her down I could tell by the crack in her voice that she wasn't playing, "What's happened?" I asked out of genuine concern. "He is being held by same guys down here in Korea town. He asked me for a ride down here, told me he had a job lined up, but when he approached the door of the building three guys jumped out and grabbed him. He tried to escape but they forced him inside." "How long ago did this happen?" "Just a few minutes ago, please Luke help me." "Did they see you?" "No, I dropped him off on the sidewalk away from the building." "Okay, get to a safe place and I'll call it in." "No!" she exclaimed, "I don't want to have the police involved." "Sweetheart, your brother is in serious danger, only the police can help." "That's why I called you." "But I can't help you alone." "Please Luke. My brother can't get in anymore trouble. If he gets caught doing anything he is in big trouble, he is already on parole." "Sweetheart, I'm sorry, but the main concern is to make sure something serious doesn't happen to him or to you." "Please, Luke, please!" she begged emphatically. "I'm sorry, but I just can't." "I know you can, do this for me." I knew that it was a horrible idea; that I was making a fatal mistake, but I just couldn't resist. The sound of her terrified voice overwhelmed me. "Okay, I'll see what I can do. I'll be there as soon as I can." I flipped on my lights and raced downtown, the task of navigating through the busy streets, distracting from the countless doubts racing through my mind. When I arrived Angelica was sitting in her car, tears rolling down her cheeks. She pointed out the building. It was unmarked beyond the address above the door. I was way out of my jurisdiction; there was a special unit assigned to cover Korea town. I again tried to convince her that we needed to call for more help, but she was adamant that I try first by myself. The desperate look in her eyes wiped out all the proper concerns. "Okay I'm going to go check it out, but if I sense any serious trouble I'm going to have to radio it in, understand?" "Thank you Luke, you don't know what this means to me." Cautiously I walked over to the building. I noticed security cameras on each corner of the building. I tried opening the door, but it was locked so I hit the buzzer. I probably should have called for back up right there, but I didn't, I wanted so badly not to let Angelica down. After about ten seconds the door opened slightly, just enough for a young Asian male's face to appear. "Can I help you Officer?" he dismissively asked. Not sure what to do I decided force was my best option. I drew my firearm and pointed it directly at his forehead. The previously smug look on his face washed away immediately. His hands went up in the air and the door swung open. "What are you doing?" he asked in a confused voice. Too Good To Be True "Who is in charge?" I asked sternly entering the door with my gun pointed directly at his head. He backed away from the door, "Who is in charge?" I repeated. He yelled something in Korean down the hall. I roughly pushed him against the wall in mid sentence and quickly frisked him. He was carrying a snub nosed 38 in the small of his back. I turned him around and told him, "Take me to the person in charge." He began walking slowly down the hall. I remembered to unlock the door behind me just in case something went wrong, a sense that was building with each moment that passed. He started to shout again in Korean, but I hit him sharply in the back of the head to stop him, "You're making a big mistake," he cautioned as we neared an open room. "Tell me something I don't know," I muttered to myself. We entered the room. There was about five men sitting around two long tables filled with stacks and stacks of money. One of them got up as we entered the room, he was dressed in a crisp black suit so I instantly recognized him as the man in charge. "Officer," he politely began as if I was a little boy who had wandered into an adult's party, "I think you've made a bit of a mistake...." "Where's Carlos!" I blurted out, trying to assert control, but coming off nervous and confused. "Carlos? I think you have the wrong building Officer," he calmly replied with a smirk on his face. "I know he's here!" I shouted pressing the gun into the back of my hostage. "There is nobody here, but us. Now I think it would be best if you walked back out that door and we can both forget that you ever walked in," he said in the same condescending tone. His voice made me feel even more confused, which instantly turned to anger. I roughly pushed away the man in front of me and pointed the gun in the boss' direction. I walked up to him, but before I could get within five feet the four other men at the table each pulled out a gun of their own. I stopped dead in my tracks. "You're in over your head here Officer. I think you need to go back and talk to your friends down at the station and they will explain all this to you," he said in that same irritatingly calm voice. "Tell them to put their guns down!" I yelled ignoring his words. "Officer..." "Now!" I demanded, I could feel the sweat roll trickle down my neck. I aggressively thrusted my gun towards him, but he didn't even react. "Okay, calm down, Officer," he said to me before giving an order to his men in Korean. They immediately dropped their weapons. "Put them on the ground and kick them over to me," he interpreted my command to them. Without even hesitating their complied with my request. I bent down and gathered the weapons keeping my gun pointed at their boss. "Now Officer I don't know why you are here, or who told you what, but there is no one named Carlos here..." before he could continue my cell phone rang, it was Angelica. "Angelica," I answered. "Did you get him?" she asked immediately. "No, they say he isn't here," I replied in a hushed tone, as I could tell that the man I was pointing the gun at was listening intently. "They are lying, I saw them grab him. How many people are there?" she asked. "Six." "Are they armed?" "They were, but I have their guns now." "Okay, don't worry I just called the police. They said they would be here within minutes," she said instantly making me feel better. "Thank you Sweetheart," I replied hanging up. On cue I heard the front door bang open and the sound of multiple feet running through the hall. Three figures dressed all in black with ski masks on entered the room. Their vest said SWAT on the front. The man in front of me suddenly grew panicked and began shouting in Korean. I grabbed him and forced him down on to the floor. The three SWAT team members swept through the room quickly pining the men on the ground and using plastic ties to restrain their arms behind them. "There's a man being held somewhere in the building," I informed them after they had succeeded in seizing the room including restraining the leader whose composure had finally been overwhelmed, he was livid, hurling curses at me in English and Korean. But instead of searching the building the three SWAT team members turned their guns towards me. Their converged on me before I could react, seizing my gun and tying my wrist together as well, "What the hell are you doing!" I exclaimed. After restraining me two of the SWAT members quickly went about collecting the bundles of money. The third member who appeared to be the leader stood there and stared intently at me. I could tell by his eyes that he was laughing at me. Suddenly I took a closer look at their uniforms and realized that they were obvious fakes. "Shit!" was that all that I could think to say, it was clear that I had just been royally fucked. The man staring at me finally removed his ski mask, "Carlos?" I exclaimed in disbelief. A huge grin appeared on his face. Then it hit me, this was a set up; everything was a set up, my entire relationship with Angelica was a set up. "That bitch!" I shouted. Carlos approached me quickly and landed a crushing blow on my right cheek, "Watch what you say punk, that's my girl you're talking about." I guess nothing at that point should have surprised me, but his revelation did, and it stung. That hurt must have translated on to my face because Carlos maliciously added, "That's right sucker. She was just playing with you. She laughs about how pathetic you are, how easy it was to fool you. You think a girl like that would ever fall for you?" "She sure didn't fuck like she thought that way," I replied trying to get back at him. Evidently it worked because he slugged me again, this time with his gun clenched in his hand. I could feel the blood flow down my face from a cut above my eye. He landed another weaker punch with his left to my nose, but it still stung bringing tears to my eyes. He raised his right hand to hit me again, but Angelica's voice called out, "Carlos stop! Its time to go" the sound of her voice hit me harder then any blow he could have dealt. Carlos rose up and started to back away. But as if unable to resist the temptation he came forward again and kicked me in the ribs causing me to roll over onto my side. "Fucker!" he said before spitting on me and finally walking away. The other two guys had gathered the bags and were already starting to carry them outside. "You aren't going to get away with this!" shouted the Korean leader. "That's what you think," shouted back Carlos. He then coldly walked up to the leader pointed his gun and shot him twice in the head, the shots echoing through the empty building. The other men screamed out in fear as he repeated the task five more times. I was beyond tears by this point, I clenched my eyes shut as I heard him approach me, "Carlos, please don't do this!" I begged. "That's right Bitch, beg for your life," he replied cruelly enjoying my distress. "Carlos! Stick to the plan!" ordered Angelica. Carlos reached down and grabbed my hair roughly lifting my head up, "Look at me you sorry piece of shit." I opened my eyes hesitantly. Angelica approached, a smile of pure evil on her face, "Thank you Luke, thank you so much," she cruelly said. Before I could say anything in reply Carlos slammed my head down to the concrete floor and I immediately lost consciousness. I woke to a room filled with police officers. A medic was flashing a light directly into my pupil, "Luke, Luke, Luke," he kept repeating. I regained consciousness, but only to wish I hadn't. Too Good To Be True As Jim entered me with my calves on his shoulders I had one of the most serene feelings of my life. I expected him to be my life partner, I expected to fully enjoy myself, and I was well aware that this could lead to me becoming pregnant. Jim had agreed to me going off birth control, had all but begged me to marry him, and was even more excited than normal to shove his cock into my restless pussy. When he grunted and I screamed in pleasure as he ejaculated deep inside me I just knew that a new life was being created. In some cases two out of three ain't bad. This wasn't one of them. That was more than four months ago. It was a good fuck and I did get pregnant. However my life had changed dramatically for the worse. Tears were in my eyes as I lugged a heavier suitcase than a pregnant woman should handle down two flights of stairs to my Subaru Outback. My supposed "life partner" Jim had become a controlling obnoxious complete asshole who couldn't believe that I wouldn't have an abortion just because he changed his mind about wanting a kid. He also seemed to have no use for me once morning sickness kicked in and my belly started to enlarge. I was really feeling sorry for myself when I arrived at the second floor landing and the door to 2A opened up and a guy who almost filled the doorway came walking out, almost running into me. "Sorry," he said, stopping short of knocking me over. "Can I help you with that?" He was really big, probably 6'5" or 6'6" and over 200 pounds, with a cute face and a seemingly cheerful disposition. "I think I can manage," I said as I saw his blue eyes fixate on my belly, a common occurrence when I meet new guys these days. Normally it causes them to turn tail; he didn't. "No, I insist. That looks too heavy for an expectant mother to carry. I have a weak mind but a strong back and carrying stuff is one of the few things in life that I'm good at. Please let me help." Before I could really respond the suitcase was out of my hands and he was carrying it down the last flight of stairs like it weighed nothing. When we got outside I got a better look at him. He had flowing blond hair, no facial hair or glasses, big shoulders and big arms. "Where should I put it?" he inquired. "Oh,... the suitcase," I stammered. "What else did you think he meant you dirty-minded little vixen?" I said to myself. Since the third month of pregnancy it seemed like my libido had taken control of my brain and that, combined with Jim not only becoming a bastard but no longer interested in sex with me, was screwing up my mind. "In the Subaru three cars to the right," I finally responded. After placing my bag in my car the friendly leviathan held out his hand. "Hi, I'm Blake, and you are?" "Hi, I'm Kate," I replied, trying to avoid his piercing eyes without seeming rude and trying to give a firm handshake so that I didn't appear to be a wimp. "Thanks." "Is there something else you need carried?" he asked. "Well there are a few more things, but..." "Let me help. Where are they?" he continued with a big smile. "Uh, well, my ex-fiancé is in his apartment and he probably would object to you helping me." "I'll convince him that it's OK," he confidently responded, gently grabbing my elbow and steering me back to the apartment building. As we walked I was apprehensive but also curious. "I saw you coming out of 2A," I said, "do you know Denise?" Denise, the resident of 2A, is what the my ex and the other guys in the building called the "talking wet dream" because of her big boobs, beautiful face, round ass, and other "noticeable" features. "I met her a few days ago and she said that she had a legal problem, but I think it was just a ruse to get me to visit her," he complained. "I won't likely be meeting with her again." "He must be gay" immediately crossed my mind since I couldn't imagine a straight guy complaining that Denise had invited him to her apartment on a Saturday afternoon no matter what the circumstances. When we got to my former apartment Jim was in his normal, as of late, bad mood. "You're not taking this fucking Bose Music System with you," he barked as he looked at one of the boxes I had packed. "I paid for it," I replied but in a voice hoping to defuse the situation. "Who the hell are you?" he asked with a snarl when he saw Blake. "I'm the guy who's helping your ex-fiancé move her belongings to her car, something that I guess that you're too weak to do yourself – or are you just a prick?" Blake replied in a totally no-nonsense voice, his smile gone. "Get the fuck out," Jim yapped. Blake got in his face and said something to him that I didn't hear. Since Blake was a good eight inches and sixty pounds bigger than Jim was I think that Jim got the idea that he shouldn't mess with him, turned red, and exited the room. With his smile back Blake handed me the Bose box since it was light and then picked up the last two, large, suitcases that I pointed out to him. We left and I slammed the door behind me while singing the "Hallelujah Chorus" to myself. When everything was loaded into my car I thanked Blake again. "No problem," he replied. "Where are you off to?" "This move was sudden. My asshole ex kicked me out and I wasn't on the lease so I couldn't legally object. I'm going to stay in a hotel for a few days until I can find something else. I have a storage facility with furniture and other stuff from my old apartment in it and I'll put most of this there too," I sheepishly replied. "We may be able to help each other out," Blake chuckled. "My boarder moved out at the beginning of the month and I need a new one. Care to look at my place?" "Maybe he's not gay; maybe he's a rapist," now flashed through my mind. Seeing the obvious apprehension on my face he continued. "Follow me to the local precinct. I'll give them my driver's license and social security card and they can do a background check on me for you within a couple of minutes." "What?" I blurted out. "I want you to feel comfortable that I'm not a criminal and am just looking for a boarder to share my condo. Follow me. I have the blue Honda Insight two cars in back of you." I didn't know what else to do so I followed him to the police station. He knew the cop at the desk. An office worker behind the cop ran a background check on Blake at the desk cop's request, and Blake handed me the printout. Clean! "Will you at least look at my apartment?" Blake asked with a pleading tone. "What do I have to lose," I replied, "although it's hard to believe that you'd room with a pregnant woman." He just laughed. When we got to his building I found out that it was a luxury condo with a doorman who knew Blake by name. As we rode up to the top floor in the elevator I said to him "There is no way that I can afford this place. I work as a paralegal not a hedge fund manager." "You don't even know what I'm asking," he laughed. It was one of the nicest condo apartments that I had ever seen, certainly in Charlotte, with a great view of the city. It had two spacious furnished bedrooms each with its own bathroom, a completely glass wall in the living area with expensive and tasteful furniture, and a modern kitchen. I'm sure that I was gap jawed. "How much?" I asked. "Well I was going to ask $500 a month but since you're a paralegal and I'm an attorney maybe you can do some legal research for me on weekends. I'll give you the smaller of the bedrooms for $400 a month." "That's less than half market!" I said, flabbergasted. "That's the deal, take it or leave it; it's not worth my time to look around for someone else," he nonchalantly replied. Blake moved all of my stuff up within an hour and gave me a tour of the kitchen, showing me how all the appliances worked. By then it was about 6:30 p.m. "How about some dinner," he asked, rubbing his tummy. "I don't feel like cooking tonight so let's go out, my treat." "Only if I treat you," I said, still unable to wrap my mind around my good luck. In a two hour meal we found out lots about each other, and I confirmed some more things that I had tried not to be too obvious about before. We had lots of things in common. His blond hair is almost the same color as mine and our noses are similar in shape; we both were adopted and never knew our birth parents; he loves the same types of food that I do (we ordered the same thing at the restaurant); he has the same optimistic outlook on life; and we both work in the legal profession. We also have lots of differences. He is two and a half years older, has different color eyes and differently shaped ears, grew up in a different part of the country, hates country music (except Kellie Pickler's videos) which is all that I listen to, and he is almost a foot taller and a hundred pounds heavier than I am. Our first work week living as roommates exposed virtually no "issues." I really liked his company and he seemed to enjoy mine. He gave me space when I needed it, and chatted when I was in the mood. As a bonus that I didn't expect he made dinner every weeknight. I wondered how things might change on the weekend. He had a number of athletic events both weekend days, but didn't go out on dates any weekend night. He watched a pay per view movie with me on Saturday night and Sunday night asked me to go bowling with him and two of his male buddies. I was horrible but the ribbing I got was completely good natured. I had some real questions in my mind, though. I felt comfortable enough talking with him to be straight forward about them as we ate dinner together in the condo Monday night. "Blake, it seems that you only have pro bono clients," I said between mouthfuls of lasagna. "That's right," he casually replied. "How do you make any money, let alone enough to afford this place?" "That's pretty personal, isn't he?" he laughed. "So," I said, "I'm curious. You can either answer or tell me to mind my own business. Of course since I've got all sorts of preggo hormones flowing through me if you tell me to bug off I'll probably start weeping uncontrollably," I retorted with a devilish smile. "Damn, I knew it was a mistake rooming with you," he said with a fake sneer. "OK, but don't tell anyone." "Deal," I replied before shoving a forkful of salad into my mouth. "I'm independently wealthy so I do what I want, which is helping people who can't help themselves," he matter-of-factly replied. "So am I one of your charity cases?" I asked. "Maybe," he grinned, and then laughed. "Since you're so forthcoming I have another sensitive question. Are you gay?" He laughed again then with a snicker said "So because I haven't made a pass at you, you think that I'm gay?" "No, I'm just a sexless chubby creature. However, by all appearances you turned down a liaison with walking-wet-dream Denise – which would make you gay," I said, also with a snicker. "Maybe she's not my type. Maybe my type is 5'6" blond women with cute noses, big eyes, flawless complexions, long slender legs, and big bellies," he said, staring at me with dancing eyes. "Oh wait," he said mockingly, "that must be you." Then he laughed. "If I'm you're type why haven't you made a pass at me then," I asked trying to act flippant, but inwardly starting to get serious. "Maybe I need encouragement," he laughed. Then he changed the subject. Even though we both wanted our dinner conversation on Monday to be light it apparently hadn't really turned out like either of us expected. Things were a little awkward on Tuesday. Wednesday things changed. When I got home from work on Wednesday my feet were killing me. I had worn the wrong shoes for someone now five months pregnant. Blake came in from work a few minutes after I did and saw me rubbing my feet. "What's up, Kate?" he cheerfully asked. "My feet are killing my poor preggo body today," I groaned. "Let me help," he chirped. Not giving me a chance to respond or react he sat on the couch next to me, grabbed my feet, put them in his lap, and started rubbing them. "Oh, that feels so damn good," I moaned after just thirty seconds of his attention. After two or three minutes two things happened. One, his cock got really hard, as my feet on his lap confirmed, although he appeared to try to hide his reaction from me. Two, my libido – which I had been trying to suppress for months but which seemed to get stronger every day – started to get the best of me. My pussy started leaking I was getting so hot. I was embarrassed by my reaction, and I know that my face got flushed. I pulled my feet away, said "Thanks so much, Blake," then scurried into my bathroom and fingered myself to an orgasm within seconds. I recovered by the time that we ate dinner. I wasn't too worthwhile at work on Thursday since I spend most of the day wondering if Blake wanted to fuck me. I started to believe that he did when he rubbed my feet again on Thursday night, and I had to go get myself off again soon afterward. I decided that I'd find out for sure on Friday. Before Blake got home on Friday I shaved any stubble on my crotch, changed into a short skirt, and returned to the living room panty-less. I was again rubbing my feet when he walked in. I was brazen. "Blake, I have no right to ask you because you've been so wonderful, but my feet are killing even more than last night. Can you rub them just for two minutes?" "Sure, just let me change," he replied smiling. "I was in court today and had to wear this suit and need to get into casual clothes.' My libido worked over my mind the entire time that he was gone. I was lying with my eyes closed when he lifted up my feet and put them on his lap. I opened my eyes as he started to knead my feet and saw that he had only gym shorts and a T-shirt on. While he worked away I stealthily moved up my skirt and spread my legs exposing my naked shaved pussy. I had my eyes closed but apparently he didn't. Suddenly his hands were no longer on my feet but on my thighs. I opened my eyes in time to see the wide-eyed look on his face as it dove toward my pussy. While it was what I wanted I was still shocked by the intensity of his desire. His tongue, lips, and all ten fingers were furiously working on my pussy and pucker hole at the same time. Even if it hadn't been what I had hoped for there is no way that I could have stopped him, especially after my first orgasm which hit in about two minutes flat. As my clit, anus, G-spot and labia were all being energized at the same time all that I could do was moan and pull his hair. By the time that he had brought me through three orgasms I was on the verge of an out-of-body experience. That's when he turned me onto my hands and knees while we were still on the couch. I buried my head in a couch pillow as he flipped the bottom of my skirt onto my back. I didn't even know that he had pulled out his cock when it suddenly was deep inside me. As he pumped in and out he stuck a thumb in my pucker hole and with the other hand stroked my big belly. When his cum grenades exploded in my vagina it did result in an out-of-body experience allowing me to hallucinate that I was looking down on myself getting fucked more zealously than I ever had been before. The next thing that I remember I was lying in Blake's bed. Both of us were naked. He was tenderly stroking the side of my face with one hand and caressing one of my pregnancy enhanced breasts with the other. A big smile came across his face when I opened my eyes followed by a look of concern. "I hope I wasn't too forceful," he said softly. "When I saw your bare pussy I went out-of-control. I guess you have figured out that I have had the hots for you since I first saw you." "Wow, do you need help," I giggled. "Turn down a piece of ass like Denise and instead get attracted to a preggo?" "I would have been attracted to you whether you were pregnant or not. You being pregnant was just an added bonus," he said with a serious tone. "You like pregnant sex?" I giggled, still not believing it. "Hell yes. The best sexual experiences of my life have been with pregnant women. By the way, in case you're wondering, the session with you was number one!" he exclaimed. I smiled, but didn't say anything, a little too dumbfounded to speak. "I hope that you're ready for round two," he then said, his look changing from serious to devious. He started kissing me, gently at first then passionately, while at the same time that he fingered my clit. I found his cock, already almost completely hard, and stroked it to a steel pole within a few seconds. My pussy started leaking as he effortlessly picked me up and placed my pussy just above his upright cock. I impaled myself on him, his cock slowly, inch-by-inch, disappearing into my impatient pussy. I groaned when he was fully ensconced, his signal to get to work. In sharp contrast to the spirited pounding my pussy received the first time this fuck was slow and gentle. Actually given his tender manipulation of my boobs as he slowly moved his pelvis up when I moved mine down it was love making. That didn't make my orgasm any less intense when it hit like a tsunami as he pulled me as close to him as my big belly would allow. Eventually we had to eat something since my big body required sustenance. However as soon as we were done we took a bath together in the oversized tub in his bathroom, while naked watched a movie most of the time with my head on his shoulder, and then went back to his bed where he doggy-fucked me senseless and after which I immediately fell asleep. I woke up before Blake did the next morning with him in a spoon position next to me, one hand on my stomach and the other my neck. After going to relieve myself I returned to find him on his back still not really awake. I grabbed his half-hard cock and slurped it into my mouth and diligently sucked and licked it until he awoke with a start, shortly followed by a big smile. Before I could suck him off completely he insisted on a sixty-nine with me on top. He licked my clit and fingered my asshole. About the same time as he ejaculated into my mouth I started to climax. I made sure that I got every drop, however, before screaming in orgasm myself. The rest of the weekend was spent naked, fucking and sucking, stopping occasionally to eat, shower, or bathe together. By Sunday night my tits were red, my pussy was aching, my asshole was burning, and every muscle was sore. We fell asleep without a Sunday climax since we were both wiped out. The Monday morning alarm came all too quickly. I would have loved to just stay in bed in Blake's arms, but we both had to get back to the real world. Now that our impromptu fuck-fest was over I needed some clarity on what the future might hold. As we rode down the elevator together I got on my tippy-toes and kissed Blake on the lips and then said "We need to talk tonight." "Yes we do," he smiled. "As well as some other things." "Bastard," I laughed as I gently squeezed his balls and then exited the elevator into the parking garage, although not quickly enough to avoid a slap on my ass. It was really hard to concentrate at work. I had gone from devastated when at four and a half months pregnant I was sans both an apartment and fiancé to euphoric at five and a quarter months pregnant living in a penthouse-like condo with a hunk with a libido as high as mine. Do I, pregnant with another man's baby, really have a future with him? was the main question on my mind. When I got home from an inefficient day at work, which required me to stay an hour later than normal, dinner was almost on the table. As usual I was starved and scarfed down my dinner with the dignity of a truck driver as Blake and I exchanged information about our days. After I helped him clean up and load the dishwasher he said "Now let's have that talk." Too Good To Be True "The talk" consisted primarily of me listening while as he held my hands he delivered a well thought out speech, occasionally checking written notes. "Kate, I fell in love with you after knowing you for ten minutes," was how it started out – just what a previously homeless pregnant woman would love to hear from a big, good-looking, rich guy. The speech stayed at that level throughout. Some of the highlights were that our male and female parts were the most compatible of any in his experience, that our libidos were in sync, that it was his best sex ever, that we had lots in common besides sex, that he loved my body in every way, that he loved my mind and personality "almost" as much as my body (he got a poke in the ribs for that), and that he could see our relationship quickly going to "fully committed." Half way through his "speech" I realized that I felt the same way about him as he did about me. However, I was having trouble wrapping my brain around the suddenness of the situation, even though I felt like I had known him my entire life. When he was done he said "Was I too direct? Did I scare you or turn you off?" "One question," I said. "Were you really looking for a replacement boarder when you met me? He got a guilty look on his face and replied "I plead my fifth amendment right against self-incrimination." I smiled devilishly, gave him a kiss on the lips and then said "I'm too horny to think right now. Why don't you fuck me then I might be able to respond to your questions." He lifted me off the couch, turned me toward the nearest wall causing me to place my hands on it, lifted up my skirt, pulled down my panties, and fucked the living shit out of me. Be careful what you ask for I chuckled to myself as my boobs pressed against the wall just before a massive orgasm hit. For the next three months we fucked once and made love once virtually every single day. When I tried to give him my rent check he would pretend to be a gigolo, tongue and suck my clit until I begged him to stop, and then tie my hands to the headboard and fuck me doggy until I told him that it was the best sex that I had ever paid for; the bastard. He never cashed my rent checks. We went to natural childbirth classes together. Everyone assumed that the baby was his and he never did anything to suggest otherwise. He supported me in every way, including catering to some really bizarre cravings, although he did insist on getting his cock sucked for some of the more outrageous ones. Despite my increased belly size due to all the exercise I was getting, especially being fucked in every position possible for a pregnant woman, only my belly and boobs were big. The rest of me remained the same as before I was pregnant, except for a slight increase in the muscularity of my thigh, back, and arms. When I was a couple days past eight months pregnant on a Saturday we outdid ourselves and fucked twice and made love once. When we returned from a play that night I was really tired. Seeing my obvious fatigue Blake sat me down on the couch and said "Now that you're tired and vulnerable I have a question to ask you." "Please can it wait until tomorrow, Blake?" I groaned, not sure that I could even drag my ass to bed. "No, it can't." With that he got down on one knee, pulled an enormous diamond engagement ring out of his pocket and said "Kate Dee, will you do me the honor of marrying me and listing me as the father on your baby's birth certificate?" I was dumbfounded. I wasn't sure that this was the smartest move for him but I would have been moronic to turn him down. With tears in my eyes I said "Yes, but..." He cut me off. "Let's get married before the baby is born. We'll get the license and take the blood test next week and get married the weekend after next." "OK," was all that I could respond through my tears. He lifted me up, carried me to bed, took off my clothes, and we fell asleep in each other's arms. I was now euphoric. I shamelessly flashed my gaudy engagement ring around, felt that I was walking on air despite my excess twenty two pounds, and knew that I had never been happier in my life. As promised he and I went for a marriage license and blood test the Tuesday after he popped the question. I took the day off work on Friday to makes plans for the short-notice wedding, including completing a list of the few people that we would invite, when the phone rang. "Hello, is this Miss Kate Dee?" the voice at the other end asked after I answered it with a simple "Hello." "Yes, it is," I said in my now almost constantly sing-song voice. "This is James Warden. I'm the Assistant Clerk for Mecklenburg County. Uh, there must have been some mix-up with the blood tests that you and Mr. Blake Break took." "Why is that?" I asked with great puzzlement. "Because they show that you're brother and sister and if that's right obviously you two are not eligible to get married." A cold chill came over me and the phone dropped from my hand. Thanks to luscious Kate for being my muse!