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The Host

By: purpleruff



Yeva was stranded in a blasted wasteland of stone and sand. Her company's rescue and salvage crews must have been sloppy indeed. Even if they thought her dead, they should at least have retrieved her shattered battle armor. Instead, they passed her over entirely and moved on before she regained consciousness.

Having no technical skills, she had not wasted any time trying to repair her transmitter. She just left the heap of blackened alloy and started walking. If she got back to their staging area alive, she would see the idiot in charge of clean-up flayed.

That was eight hours ago.

The last and faintest of three suns was setting behind splintered, tooth-like rock formations on the distant horizon. This planet was a ravening maw that devoured soldiers. She would find no shelter nearby, for the battlefield had been chosen because of its desolation, not in spite of it. Though, with her strength and martial prowess, she feared no predators, the night itself was a different kind of enemy.

Her damaged baselayer had done little to protect her from the heat, and she doubted it would protect her from the even deadlier cold. Genetically engineered for battle, she had little body fat even in the places human females typically carried it. Two meters tall and solid muscle, she could withstand a lot of punishment, but she did not feel sanguine about her chances against hypothermia.

As twilight failed, she spied a faint glow ahead and hurried toward it. From around a pillar of stone, it cast an inviting yellow reflection on everything around it. Yeva gave no thought to caution. The temperature was dropping rapidly, and she had nothing left to lose.

When she first laid eyes on the thing, she did not know what to make of it. It looked like an egg-shaped boulder that partially opened, like a monstrous flower bud in the night. The object was easily three meters tall and two across, its dark gray outer layer parting six ways to reveal a fleshy, luminous yellow-orange interior. It was definitely organic. More importantly, it radiated warmth.

Yeva walked around the pod and tried huddling up against it, but found it little help. She was beginning to shiver. Reaching in between two of the petals, she touched the inner flesh and retracted her arm immediately, though not before noting that the inside of the object was a few degrees above her body temperature. The pod did not react, and neither did her fingers, slick with its fluids.

A few minutes passed. The pod had unfurled a little further. No chemical burns appeared on her hand, and the night was only growing colder. Climbing inside the pod looked more and more appealing. She reached up, took hold of one petal, and pulled it down. It bent, if reluctantly, and folded slowly back up to its previous position once she released it. If this thing contained no corrosive chemicals and she was strong enough to force it open, she would be a fool not to use it to her advantage.

Thus resolved, she bent the petal down once again and used it to lever herself inside the pod. The warm, yielding flesh engulfed her as the petal returned to its place, but she could still see a star-shaped patch of deep green sky through the opening if she craned her head back. Another might have found it claustrophobic, but Yeva had spent her entire life training and fighting in powered armor, which confined her even more tightly.

She sighed in contentment as sensation began returning to her feet, which were completely encased by the pliable flesh of her alien host. It reminded her a little of being immersed in a regeneration vat. The warmth felt too good for her to worry about how cold it might get if the pod continued blooming through the night. Still, she decided to stay awake and alert, so that she could set out at first light for the company staging area.

Considering she had fought a fierce battle, survived the destruction of her armor, walked 50 kilometers, and stood inside an unknown alien plant or animal to stay alive, she was annoyed but not surprised by the restless feeling that crept up on her after about an hour in the pod. She ignored it at first, but it grew more and more intense. In all her years as a soldier, through the chaos of countless combat drops and long stretches of monotony in transit, she had never felt this aroused before.

Decades of genetic engineering and years of hard training honed her magnificent musculature and fine-tuned her nervous system for combat, but did not eliminate her libido. As property of the company, however, she was forbidden to reproduce. She, like other young soldiers, took care of her urges in silence after lights-out. If her ever cried out in the darkness while she coaxed herself to climax, her comrades said nothing of it.

She shifted, trying to find a more comfortable position. The soft, alien flesh of the pod's inner wall brushed against the front of her body through the synth fabric, and she had to stifle a moan. The baselayer felt damp between her legs. This was nonsense. She was a combat-hardened soldier, not to be tempted by pleasure in the line of duty. Yet she had no way of continuing her mission until the temperature outside rose again, which would not happen for several hours.

Yeva's hands caressed her thighs, an almost unconscious gesture. Where the fabric was torn, the sensation of her fingers brushing bare flesh sent ripples of pleasure through her body so intense they were almost painful. She brought her hands up over the hard planes of her abdomen to her chest. Visually, her breasts were barely distinguishable from her rock-hard pectoral muscles, but the nipples were sensitive all the same. Rubbing her palms over them felt better than she remembered. Perhaps it had something to with privacy, something she had never really had before except in the tight confines of her armor.

Without really planning it, her fingers took hold of the fastener at her chin and started undoing it. Why not? She had nowhere to go, and did not need the meager heat retention of the much-abused garment in the warmth of the pod. Stripping the baselayer without pushing the pod open to let in the cold turned out a bit more challenging than she had imagined. By the time she pushed the fabric down over her hips to let them bunch around her knees, she was sweating and more aroused than ever.

Her hands were not shy now. They roamed over her body, kneading and rubbing the sensitive skin of her neck, chest, abdomen, and thighs. A firm touch on her pubic mound made her knees weak, and she leaned back against the fleshy inner wall of the pod. Dipping fingers between her legs, she found her sex slick with lubrication and heard herself groan. She braced two fingers against her clitoris and, pinching nipples hard with the other hand, worked herself to an unremarkable orgasm with a few powerful strokes.

She came down from her climax to find herself held up by the pod's walls, which seem to have swelled a little. It was not uncomfortable, being just a little closer to wearing her armor. Except, of course, the pod pinioned her arms close to her body. At first, she put up with this, but as the embrace of the pod seemed to grow tighter, she pushed against a petal, stomach sinking ominously when it failed to bend outward as did before. Looking up, she did not see the star-shaped patch of sky, only glowing orange pod-flesh meeting at the apex of her organic prison.

Yeva was a warrior, and she did not panic when faced with danger. She reached up and explored the seams between the petals. Though strong, the junctions were not airtight, as she could still feel the cool night air if she pressed her fingers against them. As well, the pod-flesh seemed to swell less further up the pod, leaving the space around her head clear. Satisfied that she would not suffocate, she considered whether she should even try breaking out. If she damaged the pod and could not cause it to close up again, she might well perish in the hours of darkness that remained.

No, she should leave it alone. After all, she was safe and warm inside, if cramped. In fact, the pressure of the pod-flesh against her bare skin was remarkably pleasant. No doubt it was merely an after-effect of the orgasm. Still, it felt good, and she could not see the harm in taking advantage of it. Yeva undulated her body, rubbing against the moist, warm pod-flesh. Her breath quickened as her arousal grew, and a few minutes later she was panting with need, hands once more seeking her clitoris. Except, with the pod's inner walls swelling to fill the space around her body, she could not get leverage on her throbbing vulva.

Consumed by the urgency of her need, she did not at first notice the pod-flesh meeting between her legs and fusing. By the time she did, her legs were encased in separate compartments, each completely immersed in soft warmth that left her virtually no room to move. When the same thing started happening with her arms, she decided to put a stop to this, even if it meant risking hypothermia again. She flexed the powerful muscles of her arms and pushed out against the petals.

They did not budge. As her arms sank into the pod-flesh, however, it parted to fill the space between them her body, encasing her arms in their own sleeves much like it had her legs. Realizing her peril, she thrashed violently, but the pod's grip on her only tightened. After several minutes of fruitless struggle, she became aware of a gradually increasing pressure against her crotch.

It felt at first like she was straddling a padded rail, and she could not stop grinding her pubis against it. She grew aroused once more and slicked the pod-flesh with her fluids. A more distinct, roundish protrusion started probing her vaginal opening. She tried going up onto tip-toes to avoid it, but her feet could find no purchase in the pod-flesh. She tried twisting out of its way, but the protrusion maintained its alignment with unerring precision as it began pushing into her.

Yeva gasped as her labia parted around what now felt like a firm, rounded rod. Nothing, not even a medical implement or her own fingers, had ever penetrated her before. She had no experience by which to judge the girth of the intruding object, which of course she could not see. It felt impossibly large and kept pushing further and further into her. Even though the pain was hot and sharp, some primal, lust-clouded part of her wanted to be filled, and her body lubricated its agonizingly slow passage.

The intruder finally stopped pushing after what seemed like an eternity. Yeva held still for fear of stirring the pod to activity again, but it did not move. She stood there, sore, impaled, and quietly infuriated by her helplessness. The pain of her penetration faded, leaving in its place a lingering pleasure. After several minutes passed without incidence, Yeva found it harder and harder to keep still.

She wanted more.

Sucking in a deep breath, Yeva shifted her weight forward, pressing her nipples and clitoris harder into the pod-flesh. Did the rod squirm deep inside of her as she moved, or was it just her imagination? She was beyond caring as she swiveled her hips to grind her clitoris against the pod-flesh beneath it. As she moved, though, the pod held her tighter, frustrating her attempt to achieve orgasm.

When she relented, so did the pod, but when she started moving again, it once more constricted until she was completely immobilized. After she had brought herself to the edge three times without relief, she roared in frustration and thrashed madly against her bonds. The pod-flesh squeezed her tighter and tighter. Soon, she could not draw breath. Still she fought it, even as anoxia took hold and her muscles burned, until her vision grayed out.

A delirious wash of pleasure woke Yeva. The appendage inside her was curling, or rippling, or massaging her inner walls in some way while firm nubs worked her clitoris and nipples. Her body had sunken further into the pod's embrace while she was unconsciousness. The luminous yellow-orange stuff now surrounded everything from her mouth down. When she tried to lift herself back up, a firm pressure around her neck stopped her.

The stimulation of her erogenous zones continued, and Yeva's breathing grew ragged. Her hips moved of their own accord to thrust the appendage in and out of her, as far as her confinement would allow. The pod seemed be adjusting its assault to her responses. Anything it did that caused her to jerk, or gasp, or shiver, it did more. Even as it clamped down on her hips and waist to immobilize her, it started thrusting on its own.

It was learning how to fuck her. No, she was teaching it how to fuck her. On the heels of this realization, something happened in the core of Yeva's tormented body. Her breath hitched and her pussy spasmed as a wave of mind-destroying pleasure crashed through her. It felt catastrophic, like free-falling without armor. She tensed so hard that her calves and feet cramped. Her mouth opened of its own accord, and was immediately filled with warm, salty pod-flesh. The orgasm kept going, drawn out by the alien touch of the pod that held her prisoner.

Yeva collapsed, panting and twitching, but the assault on her body continued unabated. The sensation quickly changed from pleasure to agony. No matter how hard she struggled, she could find no relief for her overstimulated nerves. She whimpered into her living gag as the ruthlessly efficient pod forced another orgasm from her. Brief and unpleasant, it nevertheless blanked out her mind for a moment.

A slick nudge at her anus brought her fully back to reality. By now she had learned there was nothing to be gained by resisting, and simply relaxed as much as she could in the wake of her climax. After a couple of experimental pushes, the new appendage slipped into her ass with little ceremony. It was probably slimmer than the other rod, but its passage still burned. The two intruders fell into an alternating rhythm, one out, one in.

After a few strokes, though, she realized the rhythm was not perfect, and the two thrusts slowly began to line up. Accommodating both rods at the same time made her feel fuller than she thought possible, and yet another orgasm crept up on her, fast and brutal. Finally, the thrusting slowed to a merciful stop and the pressure on her clitoris eased. Yeva felt numb and drained. Her body still clenched involuntarily around the organs filling it every few seconds.

Then the thing buried deep in her pussy started swelling, gradually but inexorably. Yeva moaned frantically at the sensations it brought, not just the pain and the fullness, but the way it pushed her abdomen outward against the firm embrace of the pod. She became hyper-aware of an area just above her pubic mound. The stimulation of the expansion alone excited it, and her breath started coming in short gasps through her nose.

Despite her confusion and disbelief, she barreled over the edge of another full-body orgasm, screaming into the gag. Her helpless thrashing caused the pod-flesh to tighten its grip, and with her throat constricted this time, unconsciousness came much more quickly than before. The last thing she felt was a long, hot gush of fluid deep inside her body.

She awoke to cool air on her face, though the rest of her body felt reasonably warm. Her eyes opened onto a star-shaped patch of seafoam green surrounded by red-orange tissue of some sort. The pod!

Yeva's shaved head was pillowed on the fleshy wall lining one of the pod's petals, which had parted again, though she was still mostly covered from the chest down. The pod was open a bit wider than it had been when she entered it last night. A pulse of movement inside her vaginal canal made her snap upright. The pod tried to hold onto her, but lacked leverage in its open configuration.

Her torso and arms pulled free of the pod-flesh, and she bent the petals in front of her down to get a better look at what was happening in her pelvic region. The thing lodged in her sex was distended enough to create a faint bulge in her flat, muscular abdomen. Farther down, the pod had figured out how to cup her clitoris while she slept, and was applying mild, steady suction that felt remarkably pleasant.

Judging by the color of the sky, daylight would arrive soon, and she was eager to get on her way. Bracing her hands on the seams between petals to avoid sinking into the slick, yielding inner flesh of the pod, Yeva heaved herself upward. The knot only slid out a couple of centimeters before it got stuck. There, it pulsed again and shot a powerful jet of warm liquid at her cervix. She moaned softly, her eyes fluttering shut as the stuff started trickling out of her. The sensation was far from orgasmic, but it recalled the intense experiences of the night, making her vagina lubricate and twitch around the intruding member.

Yeva rocked her hips back and forth, milking the pod's sex organs with her pelvic floor muscles and grinding her clitoris against its suction cup. The pod responded by pulling her hips back down onto its intruding appendages and squirting repeatedly into her pussy. She rode it harder, grunting with rage and lust. The knot started filling up again as soon as it emptied itself, and the pod seemed to re-absorb the excess fluid that flowed down her powerful legs. With each ejaculation, however, the organ swelled less and less, unable to keep up with her furious pace.

At last, the organ shrunk enough for Yeva to pull free. The passage of the knot nevertheless stretched her vulva, which, combined with the sudden release of the suction on her clitoris and the slipping of the tapered appendage from her anus, threw her down the precipice of a final, glorious climax. She arched her entire body back in the throes of passion and triumph, crying out to the lightening sky.

Limbs still weak and breath still ragged from the orgasm, Yeva climbed out of the pod. She felt like she had just run a dozen kilometers in unpowered armor, but retained the presence of mind to retrieve her sodden baselayer and boots before the petals folded up again. The mission still needed to be completed, and debriefing was going to take much longer than usual. She set out once more for the company's staging area as the first sun broke the horizon.

The Host Ch. 02



Yeva lay in the dim gray quarantine cell. The company had not isolated her for fear of contagion, though she tried to warn them she might have contracted one from her encounter with an unknown alien life-form. They just wanted to keep her "condition" out of the other soldiers' sight.

Lifting her head from the foam pillow molded into the cot, she looked down at her nude, hairless body. She hardly recognized it anymore. In the five days that have elapsed since she returned to base, her lower abdomen had grown steadily more distended. Her breasts swelled, too, though not as appreciably.

She knew almost nothing about pregnancy. It was rare to begin with, and the company promptly removed pregnant soldiers from their units, never to return them. Even so, she could tell that her condition was not a normal human pregnancy, and not just because she had never mated with a human male. What constituted "normal" for an interspecies pregnancy like hers, though, was well beyond her meager understanding of biology.

Med techs came to check on her several times a day, and it seemed like each session found her belly larger. Far more bothersome than the obvious physical changes, though, was the spike in her libido. Even the clinical touch of the technicians aroused her. She kept her urges tightly controlled while they were around, but once they left...

Yeva cupped one breast in each hand. Even in their present state, they barely filled her palms, which felt almost painfully rough against her nipples. She massaged her breasts slowly, savoring their softness, an exotic contrast for one inured to hard bodies both male and female. Pinching the engorged nipples sent a shock of pleasure straight to her genitals.

Moving her right hand downward, she caressed the mound of her abdomen. Powerful core muscles stretched over the bulge, tight to the point of discomfort. It felt warmer to the touch than the rest of her body, recalling the life-saving heat of the thing that had impregnated her.

The mere thought of the alien pod sent a shudder through her. Her hand crested the hill of her abdomen and descended to her pubis. She dipped a finger into her vulva, finding it slick with lubrication, which she rubs gently onto her clitoris. The bud felt like a raw nerve, and the barest touch on it sent jolts of unbearable sensation through her body. She forces herself to keep the strokes light and teasing.

Her lips parted with an almost inaudible moan, her back arching off of the cot. It was not enough. She dropped her other hand to her crotch and eased one finger into her vagina, then another, curling them up and forward. Before her belly started getting in the way, she could just reach that spot inside, the spot that the pod had shown her, that it used to brutally wring orgasm after orgasm out of her tormented body.

Now her own fumbling hands, unable to reach that same spot, tormented her. Growling with frustration, Yeva jammed the other fingers of her left hand into her slit and ground her thumb down on her clitoris until she orgasmed. She withdrew her fingers from her vulva, savoring the dull pain of their savage intrusion almost as much as the pleasure diffusing through her body.

Though it sated her lust for now, the orgasm was only a pale shadow of what she experienced in the pod's embrace. She rolled onto her side and closed her eyes, absently stroking her round belly with one hand.

Then the thing inside her moved.

Yeva's eyes snapped open and she sucked in a sharp breath, going completely still as if daring it to try again. It did not. Relaxing again, she laid her hand on the bulge and started drifting off to sleep. She dreamt of violence and sex in fitful snatches: of the company doctors at the facility that made her, their leering eyes more telling in retrospect, of lying awake in the dark, aching yet fearing to touch herself, of her power armor coming to life and raping her in the midst of battle...

"Get up, Yeva 2547."

She opened her eyes again and squinted at the three silhouettes in the doorway. The ones on either side with weapons trained on her were big, probably soldiers. The one in the middle, carrying a bundle of some sort, looked like a free-born human.

"Get up," the man in the middle repeated, throwing the object in his hand at her.

Yeva rolled off of the cot and came up into a crouch, easily evading the projectile despite the unfamiliar burden of her new physique. The muzzles of the two weapons followed her. She risked a glance at the cot, where a heap of ash-colored fabric lay where she used to be.

"Put it on," said the man in the middle. Her eyes had adjusted enough now that she could see his sharkskin suit, the company logo tastefully imprinted on the lapels. The armed guards were Mikhails of different ages, the older of them close to retirement.

Yeva dressed in front of them, strangely aware of the company man's eyes, as if his gaze were tangible as it slid over her newfound curves. The robe had no shape and concealed hers admirably. It came with a pair of sole-less cloth slippers that found no purchase on the floor. She would have been better off barefoot. That was probably the point.

They escorted her down the corridor, through two automated security checkpoints, and into the infirmary. Some soldiers wounded in the last battle still floated in regen tanks, senseless to Yeva as shuffled past them. The company man pulled a doctor aside and spoke quietly, the latter nodded every so often as though he were not really listening.

Two med techs arrived to lead Yeva and her guards to a small room equipped with a sanitation booth, a console, a storage locker, an automated surgical assistant, and a modular operating table. She had been in rooms like it before, when she had been injured severely enough to require active intervention. The Mikhails kept stone-faced watch while med techs stripped Yeva and ushered her into the sanitation booth. Somehow, she did not feel naked until they made her put on clothes and then took them away. She yearned to wear armor again.

Soft blue-violet light bathed her from the top and bottom of the cylindrical booth, her cue to close her eyes and hold her breath. She could hear the whirring of the sanitation ring rising from its housing at the bottom of the booth. It rotated, its nozzles spraying her down with warm liquid from every angle from toes to crown, then back down. On its second trip, it blasted her with hot air, then with cold air. Finally, she emerged, disinfected and chilled and more aroused than she expected.

The med techs adjusted the operating table into its standing configuration and secured Yeva to it. Thick straps encircled her forehead, neck, torso, arms, legs, wrists, and ankles. Each of her limbs was bound to a movable segment, though at present they all fit together so that her feet were together and her hands at her sides. One of the techs asked her to test the restraints, which she did without much enthusiasm. She could not move any part of her body more than a centimeter or two, certainly not without great effort and discomfort.

Satisfied with their handiwork, the techs departed, leaving her with the two Mikhails. Yeva suddenly wanted to speak to them, to ask for some reassurance that she would not be retired on the spot. That was nonsense, of course. They would not have bothered bringing her to the infirmary just to retire her. She kept her mouth shut and stared straight forward as though waiting for inspection.

The doctor finally entered, looking much smaller beside the Mikhails than he had next to the company man. He dismissed the guards, locked the door behind them, and casually slotted his tablet into the console. Some images on the console display changed, but Yeva could not see them very well.

"I don't suppose you even understand what it means," the doctor said as he started entering commands on the glossy input panel, "but I have turned off the operatory records. That means we are well and truly alone in here."

He was right. Yeva could not fathom what he was getting at, but her stomach sank all the same. When a company man spoke to a soldier and did not give a direct order, things were probably going to end poorly for the soldier. Come to think of it, things never really ended well for soldiers, regardless.

The doctor continued, stealing sidelong glances at Yeva while he typed. "They tell me your pregnancy is unusual, but I've seen it all before. You're simple creatures, driven by simple urges. We designed you that way, so we should hardly be surprised you cannot follow even a straightforward order like 'keep your pants on.'" He sneered and made a little flourish with his hand before hitting one last key.

The operating table started moving behind Yeva, and the doctor turned around to watch. First it tilted back to a forty-five degree angle, then it spread her arms and legs. The air felt cool on her sex; she was wet. Before she had a chance to contemplate her new position, she saw the surgical assistant move in her peripheral vision. An injector-tipped arm folded out of its alloy body and lined up unerringly with her right arm. She stared at the injector as it pressed against her skin, as if watching the mysterious liquid disappear into her would help her divine its purose.

"That's not anesthesia," the doctor said, smiling a smile Yeva had never seen before. He undressed, handing his lab coat, shoes, shirt, and trousers to the storage locker, before stepping into the sanitation booth. She made a point of not looking directly at him.

The sanitation cycle seemed interminable. Yeva caught her gaze drifting toward the booth, no doubt just drawn to the light and motion inside. The room had felt chilly earlier, but now she found it almost uncomfortably warm. When the doctor finally emerged, he did not put on scrubs. He walked up to her, and her jittery eyes disobeyed her order to ignore him.

He was average by human standards, only a few centimeters shorter than Yeva but far less muscular. The same thick, curly brown hair that grew on his head sprouted from his armpits and crotch, while a lighter dusting of it covered his arms, legs, and torso. She had known humans were hairy, but imagined knew the extent of it. His penis hung flaccid beside heavy testicles.

Yeva's tongue darted out to wet her lips before she realized what she was doing, and he smiled that smile again. It made her heart race. He reached out and took hold of one of her breasts. She jerked under his touch, biting back a moan. "One of the nice things about pregnancy is how it enhances your tits," he commented, rolling a nipple between his fingers. She gasped, and he nodded approvingly. "Too bad they'll go flat again once you recover."

A firm touch on her inguinal crease told her where his other hand was. It felt like electricity coursing through her body. She gasped again, her pulse quickening even more. The man grinned, exposing slightly asymmetrical teeth. His teeth were the farthest thing from her mind when, a moment later, his fingers found her labia.

"What have we here?" He sounded very pleased as his fingers parted her dripping folds. "It's no wonder you got knocked up." Despite her attempt to tighten up against the intrusion, he slipped a finger inside her with little effort. The sudden penetration sent a jolt of pleasure through her.

Stifling her wanton cry of pleasure made it come out sounding like a whimper. The man chuckled, continuing to fondle her breast with one hand while he fucked her with his finger. The strap between her swollen breasts and swollen belly made it hard to draw a deep breath, and she started panting quietly. She fixed her eyes on his and hated him even while she willed him to do more.

He gave a short bark of a laugh. "I've seen every dirty look your series knows how to give. You're all the same. Literally." That said, he forced two more fingers into her vagina, stretching her open painfully. At the same time, he brought the pad of his thumb down on her clitoris and rubbed it in quick circles. She yelped and tried to twist away from the sudden flood of conflicting sensations, but the bonds kept her in place.

Somewhere along the line, he had removed his hand from her breast and dropped it below the curve of her belly, though it did not join his other hand in its assault on her genitals. She hardly cared as his fingers curled inside her, touching the one spot she could not and driving her closer and closer to orgasm.

Then he stopped. She roared with frustration and rocked her hips against his fingers even as he withdrew them. "Don't worry," he said. "I'll give it to you the way you so obviously prefer." Something firm, fleshy, and a lot thicker than a finger probed at her vulva. The contact alone made her body weak with need, but she made herself look him in the eye.

He did not look away, though his gaze defocused and his mouth went slack as he slowly forced his penis into her. Yeva's muscles clenched around him reflexively. She was so close that even the burning of the last few unlubricated centimeters seemed welcome, if not pleasurable as such. He pulled out a bit and pushed back in, spreading her juices along his length as he fucked her in short, jerky strokes.

"Yeah, you really are all the same," he grunted, his voice tight, "inside and out." Though not as wide as the appendage the pod had used on her, his penis was quite long, and it bumped into her cervix with every thrust. Even as the discomfort became pain, then agony, her arousal refused to abate. She tried shoving herself down onto him, or at least changing the angle so he would hit the pleasurable spot instead of the painful one, but the restraints thwarted her.

"Why protest now, Soldier?" he asked, his voice cruel and mocking. "Not that you get a say in this, but you seemed to like it just fine before. Maybe you want it harder?" So saying, he withdrew most of the way and slammed back, then did it again and again, pummelling her heavy womb from inside. Yeva gritted her teeth, refusing to cry out. Even this violent assault, painful as it was, edged her closer to ecstasy.

Deep inside her, she felt something stir. Pain lanced through her, so severe that it knocked the breath from her lungs like a physical blow. The man seemed to take this for his own handiwork and laughed. The pain settled into a dull throb, but grew worse each time the penis jolted her cervix.

"Stop," she commanded, which startled her almost as much as it startled him. "It hurts. Stop."

"Soldiers don't tell us what to do," he spat. "I'll make it hurt if I like." All the same, he returned his thumb to her clitoris and stroked it hard. It did not make the pain stop; it just added pleasure to it.

The thing in her womb pushed at her cervix from the inside while the intruding penis battered it mercilessly. Every thrust felt like a punch in her gut. Then one felt more like a stab. Yeva screamed and thrashed, her vision dimming with pain. The doctor growled and struck her with one hand, hard, on the chin. He did not cease fucking her or stimulating her clitoris.

The pain subsided a little, as somehow the penis had stopped bottoming out against her womb. Yeva felt suddenly and strangely filled. Something rippled against her inner walls. She could still feel the passage of the penis, but it was sheathed in something warmer and softer. That something massaged her spot, drawing a coo of pleasure from her.

"Oh, yeah," the man gasped, "that's more like it! You know another great thing about pregnancy?" He quickened his pace, his face straining with effort. "You, can't, get, pregnant," he punctuated each word with a mighty thrust, "again!" His mouth opened wide on the last stroke as his organ pulsed inside her, ejecting spurt after spurt of fluid that never touched her. Meanwhile, the living, amorphous sheath swelled up and flowed against the pleasurable spot, finally tipping Yeva over the edge into her long-denied climax.

She groaned and spasmed, eyes rolling back in her head as pleasure spread out from her core in tight, irresistible waves. Her pelvic floor muscles contracted rhythmically, which must have pleased the man, since he responded by rubbing her clitoris harder. This triggered a second orgasm before the first was completely gone, like a wave breaking over another wave. Yeva screamed and jerked against her bonds, mindless with ecstasy.

Her eyes felt strange, then wet, as her body finally started coming down from the double orgasm. The man had gone flaccid inside her, and wore a peculiar look on his face.

"How are you doing that?" he asked, and there was a note in his voice like wonder, or fear. The thing inside her was still languidly stroking them both. "All right," he said, "that's enough, stop."

She just stared at him. She was not doing anything.

"I said 'stop'!" he snapped. Not waiting on her obedience this time, he started to pull out. He froze. "What the..." He tried withdrawing again, but could not. Yeva could feel his tugging, as though his penis were somehow anchored inside her. "I'll make you pay, suka blyad..." Trailing off into other profanities, he reached over for the console and struck one key. The surgical assistant whirling into motion, tapping her arm with another injector.

Yeva's vision blurred under the weight of the sedative, but she did not lose consciousness entirely. She could still feel the man trying to extricate his sex from hers, and feel the creature she hosted keeping him there. "I'm going to fucking kill you ungrateful suka," he blurted, reaching for the panel again.

Adrenaline coursed through Yeva's body. Her muscles tensed as she strained against her bonds, even though training and experience told her she could not break them. She refused to let some incompetent company doctor take her down with a needle. The thing inside her surged against her flesh, and the man joined at the hip with her shrieked, his hand coming just short of its mark.

With a roar and a strength that came from she knew not where, Yeva ripped the strap holding her left wrist to the operating table's arm. The upper arm restraint followed quickly, and then her hand closed around the doctor's throat, powerful fingers digging into carotid arteries, cutting off the blood supply to his brain.

The sedative was dragging her down, but she focused all of her will on crushing the human's stubbly neck. He beat at her arm and pried at her hand, but she was frightfully strong. His thrashing weakened to a feeble struggle, and then he collapsed forward onto her. The thing inside of her released him and Yeva shoved his limp body off of her with a grimace.

Yeva was starting to fall unconscious when a rhythmic motion inside startled her back into awareness. The appendage extending from her womb into her birth canal made its way downward in peristaltic pulses, fucking her from the inside. She could feel the rest of the creature, too, a roiling mass in her uterus.

Wanting it out of her as badly as it apparently did, she pushed with her pelvic muscles. As more of the creature surged out, writhing and grasping, it rewarded her effort by stroking her to orgasm. The spasms and sudden flood of fluids must have eased the birthing process, for several more centimeters of the creature slid out, emerging from her vulva.

It spread out and latched onto her labia and surrounding area to pull itself out. Its touch on her clitoris produced a disporportionate reaction: aftershocks that rippled through her vaginal muscles. It learned quickly to focus on the sensitive nub. The simultaneous suction and buzzing pressure on her clitoris dragged Yeva, struggling and grunting, up the steep climb to another mind-shattering climax. More slippery alien flesh oozed out of her. She wailed in ecstasy and dismay as the creature prolonged the orgasm with its deft ministrations.




The Host Ch. 02



Then it kept going.

Unable to take anymore, she reached down with her free hand to make it stop. The flesh of the creature, still hidden from sight by the shrinking obstruction of her belly, yielded to her fingers like a gelly, but then gripped them tightly and clenched hard enough to hurt if they moved. Its parent had used the same technique to immobilize her while it deposited its offspring in her womb.

The stimulation moved beyond pleasure to pain, then beyond pain to a sensation she could not name and did not understand. She stopped screaming and just hung from her bonds, panting desperately and twitching every few seconds. Finally, mercifully, her awareness faded out.

Yeva woke with a start from the dreamless sleep to find herself still strapped to the operating table, sore and dehydrated. The bulge in her belly was gone, and the doctor was nowhere to be seen. With her left arm freed, she could just barely reach the control console, and with some straining she managed to hit the emergency release key. The bands holding her loosened and retracted into the table and she slid down to land in a clumsy crouch on the floor.

She peered under the operating table and beneath the console, but found no trace of either the doctor or the creature. Her eyes fixed on a ventilation grate. The was only a gap of one centimeter between each of its slats, but then, the creature had apparently exited her body without causing any discernible damage, a testament to its malleability. Or hers.

Straightening up, she retrieved the robe from the storage locker and dressed, leaving off the slippers. She then examined the access panel beside the door. The display showed it was still locked from the inside, which meant the doctor never left the room. Not through the door, at any rate.

Yeva did not trouble herself with the mystery. Why should she care about the doctor's fate, so long as she did not get retired over it? She unlocked the door and, casting one last glance at the ventilation grate, went to give her report.



The Host Ch. 03



After several days of fierce but intermittent clashes, the enemy was in full retreat. Following fast on a dense front of cover fire from their air support, Yeva's company surged forward and overwhelmed the enemy's mobile command post. The victory did not come without heavy losses on both sides. No victory ever did.

The events of the week preceding her present deployment seemed like a vat dream. She fought with the same reckless ferocity that the company had written into her genes, her muscles, and her mind, never fearing that she might be abandoned again or retired upon returning to base. In the lull between battles, though, while technicians repaired her power armor and tended to her injuries, she wondered.

She wondered about the alien pod that had violated her body and planted its offspring inside her. She wondered about the company doctor who had raped her, and probably countless other soldiers before her. She wondered about the creature that had emerged from her womb in a riot of agony and ecstasy. What had become of it, or the doctor?

With the battle done, perhaps she would find out soon enough. They collected the prisoners, casualties, and salvage like they did after every victory. This done, Yeva found herself back on the transport with the remnants of her platoon and another. Her platoon leader, Tatiana 3692, had died in the final assault. She kept thinking to comment on it, but did not. No one spoke of the dead.

The ride back should have taken two hours. When twice that amount of time had passed, the older soldiers started exchanging ominous looks through their visors. The transport finally started descending only half an hour before it would have exhausted its fuel reserves. A soldier with command markings on her armor perked up and, a moment later, briefed them.

"I am Tatiana 6843," she said, her voice calm and clear in every headset. "All soldiers present are hereby reassigned to Platoon 9 under my command." As she spoke, their visors displayed an updated chain of command. Yeva was startled to find herself a squad leader.

"We will retake the base from a hostile force," Tatiana continued. "All friendly personnel on base are assumed killed or captured. The use of all antipersonnel and antivehicle weaponry is authorized. This is not an exercise. Perform your final equipment checks. We deploy in five minutes."

No one asked any questions. No one discussed the fate of the support personnel on base. They just ran diagnostics on their armor and weapons. Their transport touched down and the platoon exited through the rear doors into the capacious hangar, where two other units had already formed up and several more were deploying.

Tatiana led them into the residential facility, where they split up into squads and painstakingly swept the abandoned barracks. Nothing there looked particularly out of place, but then, all of the soldiers have either been away at the battle or under care in the medical facility.

"Yeva 2547," Tatiana's voice sounded in Yeva's helmet, "have you completed your sweep?"

"Yes, Sir," Yeva replied.

"Squad 3 is taking over for you. As soon as they arrive, report to my location with your squad."

"Acknowledged." Yeva did not even get a chance to brief her squad before their relief arrived, and without exchanging any words, she departed and homed in on the platoon leader's position.

She was in the barracks that housed Yeva's old unit. Squad 1 admitted them into the perimeter, and Yeva found Tatiana standing beside a bunk. Yeva's bunk. The two who slept above and below her were dead.

"Did you leave your bunk like this, Soldier?" Tatiana asked, indicating with a nod at the thermal blanket strewn across the molded foam mattress. Her footlocker had been dragged out from under the bunk and now dangled half-open from its twisted rails. Those rails could withstand half a tonne of weight or more, and Yeva doubted she could bend them without the assistance of power armor.

"Soldier!" Tatiana's voice carried only the slightest note of irritation. "I asked you a question."

"No, Sir." Yeva tore her gaze from the wreck of her bunk. She stared at her platoon leader's face through the translucent visor.

After what seemed like a long time, Tatiana nodded. "The facility is secured, but the company is sending scientists to analyze this bunk."

When the science team arrived with its own elite security, Yeva's platoon was sent away for debriefing. Scuttlebutt said the entire staff of the base, ten humans and a platoon of soldiers, was missing and presumed dead.

A company man asked Yeva about her bunk again. She honestly did not know what had happened to it, and replied as much, but kept her educated guesses to herself. The last time she volunteered information, she ended up in solitary confinement, then in the hands of that doctor.

All the same, Tatiana detained her until the briefing had ended, then commanded her to follow. Command-grade soldiers were quartered in pairs, separate from the grunts. Their rooms were tiny and spare, but nominally private.

When she noticed that room they stopped at had been her deceased platoon leader's quarters, Yeva was not sure if she should be more surprised by how sorry she felt, or the fact that she had remembered the room number at all. Tatiana waved her in and left her standing beside the door.

Tatiana began stripping out of her duty uniform. Yeva watched, keenly aware of a growing arousal deep inside her. Down to the skin-tight gray baselayer, Tatiana tossed her uniform into the cleaning chute and turned around to face Yeva, arms akimbo. "Take off your clothes," she said equably.

Yeva just stared at her. Tatiana narrowed her ice blue eyes and strode up to Yeva. Like most command-grades and specialists, she was shorter and more slender than the average soldier, though still muscular and hairless. She reached out and tapped a sequence on the door panel, which emitted a locking tone.

"Soldiers obey without hesitation or doubt," Tatiana said. "The ones who do not get retired."

"Sir, are you hoping to retire me, or fuck me?" Yeva asked, surprised by her own audacity.

The smile that she received in response was more startling. "I do not hope," Tatiana replied. "I get what I want, and what I want depends a lot on your compliance. Take. Off. Your. Clothes. All of it. "

Yeva unzipped her duty uniform jacket and shrugged out of it. The baselayer beneath strained over her full breasts, which did not return to their previous state of virtual nonexistence after her brief pregnancy. Satisfied that she was cooperative now, Tatiana leaned back against her bunk. Yeva removed her boots, then her trousers, then the tremendously tight baselayer. 

"Come to me," Tatiana ordered, running a long-fingered hand idly over a nipple that showed through the fabric of her own baselayer. Yeva stepped up, looming over her commanding officer both by virtue of posture and stature. Tatiana's hand closed around one of Yeva's breasts. 

The friction of Tatiana's palm against her nipple and the pressure of cool fingers on her breast flooded Yeva with pleasure. Her head rolled back, her eyes slid shut, and her lips parted with a soft moan. A warm, wet suction on her other nipple drew a gasp from her and she opened her eyes to see Tatiana's mouth latched onto her breast. The sight was strangely hypnotic, and one of Yeva's hands came up to caress the smooth skin of her commanding officer's scalp.

Tatiana growled and bit down on Yeva's nipple, simultaneously pulling back her hand to strike the other breast. Yeva's body jerked and convulsed with the sharp double-tap of pain. Meanwhile, Tatiana's other hand has worked between Yeva's thighs and parted her labia. The tips of her fingers found the vulva slippery with arousal and dipped in - then back out, then in, further and further. Yeva's breath hitched in her throat when two fingers slipped deep inside her and curled back, expertly locating that elusive spot. The thumb of the same hand braced firmly against the clitoris, rubbing mercilessly.

Yeva clenched her teeth, her hips rocking toward the stimulation. Tatiana went back to suckling her nipple as she thrusted harder and faster. Yeva's breathing grew urgent and quick. She braced both of her hands on the frame of the bunk in front of her, arms and legs tensing against the building tide of pleasure that broke over her so suddenly she cried out.

Tatiana's fingers stayed inside her, but she released the nipple between her lips and stood up straight. Even at her full height, she must tilt her head back to look Yeva in the eyes, but there was nothing subservient in her piercing blue gaze. "Well done, Soldier." She pitched her voice low, like an animal's growl. Her fingers curled against the spot, and Yeva moaned, her head still reeling from the sudden and violent orgasm. 

"I know you are not sated. I would not be, either." Tatiana's free hand unzipped her own baselayer, sliding the fastener slowly from throat to crotch. "We are soldiers, made to endure, and our appetites are great." She eased her fingers out of Yeva at last, sliding the heavily lubricated digits past her clitoris as they go. "Kneel," she commanded, shucking the baselayer to expose a pale body, like Yeva's, completely devoid of hair. Her nipples were engorged, sharp little pink nubs on nearly flat breasts.

Yeva sanks to her knees as Tatiana dropped her baselayer to the ground and steps out of the garment - forward, putting her pubic mound right up against Yeva's nose. The air in the small quarters already smelled of sex, but now Yeva's nostrils were filled with the scent of arousal. She knew exactly what she needed to do, and almost went straight to it before remembering the reprimand her last proactive touch had brought. She looked up, waiting.

"Lick and suck. Keep your hands to yourself - however you like." Not waiting for Yeva to comply this time, Tatiana lifted her right leg up to rest the muscular thigh on Yeva's shoulder, putting her vulva right up against her subordinate's lips. "I will let you know if you are doing anything wrong."

Yeva swallowed the retort that came unbidden to her tongue, using it instead to part Tatiana's flushed labia. She had tasted her own sexual fluids before, but to lap it directly from the warm, soft folds of another soldier was another experience altogether. Tatiana's response to her touch was immediate and unrestrained, hips rolling forward, head tilting back, mouth falling open to emit a long, tortured moan.

A jolt of giddy pleasure shot from Yeva's mouth down to her abdomen. Her tongue grew bolder, sweeping firmly between labia, swirling around the clitoris, even dipping into the vaginal canal before being forced out by a quick squeeze of the muscles that ring it. She could not stop staring at her commanding officer, who in turn could not seem to hold still.

Titiana's hands roamed over her body, pinched her nipples and twisted them, dropped to Yeva's smooth scalp to nudge her in this direction or that, then lifted over her head to grasp the rails bordering the top bunk. Bracing herself thus, she swung her other leg over Yeva's shoulder and crossed her ankles behind her back. She squeezed her thighs together just enough to trap Yeva's head against her dripping sex.

Yeva redoubled her efforts, dragging the flat of her tongue over Tatiana's clitoris - more prominent now than when she first touched it - again and again. Tatiana rocked her hips harder and faster, legs tensing around Yeva's head enough to block out her rapid breathing and incoherent words.

Being pressed so close to her lover and partially restrained suddenly brought back to Yeva her experiences inside the alien pod which had held her captive. Her hand dropped into her lap, fingers rubbing feverishly at her clitoris, fortunately still well-lubricated from Tatiana's attention earlier. 

If Tatiana noticed, she gave no indication as she ground herself against Yeva's mouth with ever-greater enthusiasm. Yeva took advantage of her position to close her lips around the clitoral hood and suck with all her might. Just like that, Tatiana went still, her vulva twitching rhythmically against Yeva's lips. Then she relaxed, her thighs falling away from Yeva's ears, the sound of her gasping suddenly loud and intimate again.

She took a moment to catch her breath before dismounting Yeva's face and flopping over onto the lower bunk. Yeva remained on her knees, licking her lips and studying Tatiana's body, sprawled languidly across the sheets.

"Tatiana 3692, your former platoon leader," said Tatiana 6843, her eyes fixed on the underside of the bunk above her, "was my lover. She taught me everything. About the company, about soldiers, about sex." She rolled onto her side, cheek propped up on one hand. "Not much point in me trying to pass along those first two, I guess. The last, though..."

"Why me?" The words had left Yeva's mouth before she had a chance to contemplate their wisdom.

Tatiana's gaze drops to Yeva's breasts, and her lips quirk into a half-smile. "Maybe I was curious, no? Get over here so I can satisfy my curiosity some more."

Yeva obeyed, climbing onto the bed gingerly for fear that the frame might not support their combined weight. It was a ridiculous thought, as all the bunks were made to the same specifications, and some heavy weapons specialists weighted easily twice as much as Yeva.

She lay on her side and rested her head on one folded arm. Tatiana cupped one of her breasts and squeezed it, then hefts it in her hand as if estimating its mass. The casual touch soothed Yeva's nerves - she had not even realized she was so keyed up. 

"Besides, you were convenient," Tatiana adds. "You had been singled out already, no one would think it odd if I wished to question or discipline you." Her hand slid down over the perfect, toned muscles of Yeva's torso and caressed her pelvis. "You do need some displining, after all. I do not know where you learned to talk back to your superiors, but that can get you retired."

Yeva watched Tatiana's hand move across her body, fascinated. "I thought they would have retired me as soon as they were done running tests on me, so I did not think I had much to lose." She glanced back up to find Tatiana watching her face. "As for you, I knew you wanted me."

"Impudent," said Tatiana, though she did not sound particularly offended. Her fingers traced Yeva's inguinal crease and dip between her legs. "Accurate, however. You need to learn to play the good soldier, if you want to survive."

"Soldiers are not made to survive." Yeva interrupted herself with a gasp when Tatiana's fingertips found her clitoris again. Her legs parted of their own accord to accommodate the welcomed intrusion. "We are made to obey, to fight, to - oh..." Tatiana was working her fingers inside Yeva again, none too gently, as if intentionally trying to derail her sentence. " - to die."

"But you are a survivor," Tatiana insisted. She withdrew her hand only to add a third finger on the next stroke. "I can see it in your eyes." The fourth and smallest finger joined in on the next.

Yeva did not argue this time. She could only pant softly as she stared down at Tatiana's right hand, lodged half-way inside her, knuckles pressing insistently now against her slick opening. 

Tatiana eased off the pressure just a little and braced her thumb against Yeva's clitoris, rubbing it in small circles. "Also," she said off-handedly, "you killed Doctor Denisovich."

Yeva might have disagreed, except that Tatiana started twisting her hand right then. Even though she had - she was certain - experienced penetration by girthier appendages, the knuckles still bought their passage with pain sharp enough to take her breath away. But then Tatiana eased off again. Yeva could not actually see how much of the other soldier's hand she had taken in, but it felt enormous. Despite the pain, her body was a riot of desperate arousal.

"They say childbirth makes this easier." Tatiana shifted on the bed to give herself a little more room, then rotated her hand further, tucking in the thumb. "You are lucky. I had to learn to take this the hard way." The ridges of her fingers passing over Yeva's inner walls pushed Yeva toward another orgasm. "It is better if you do not fight it - but that really is not like you, is it?" So saying, Tatiana pushed her hand forward yet again. The last few centimeters, where her hand narrows toward the wrist slid home with little resistance. This also put one of her knuckles right up against the spot.

Yeva hovered on the edge of climax, her entire body humming with tension. She was breathing as if she had just run ten kilometers in malfunctioning power armor. Within seconds, she was trembling from the effort of fending off the orgasm.

Tatiana chuckled and moved her wrist just a fraction. All fine articulations of her beautifully engineered hand followed their intended functions and moved inside Yeva, one knuckle moving off of her G-spot to be replaced by another. Yeva stifled her scream with her own hand, but scream she did as her body convulsed around Tatiana's hand, milking it for something it would not supply.

Yeva did not come down from that orgasm at once, for Tatiana continued rolling her wrist as if stirring a cup with a very small spoon. Yeva's cry terminated in a ragged gasp. Her body arched off of the bed, but Tatiana shoved her back down with a hand on her abdomen - pressing from outside what her other hand was pressing from inside - and then kept it there. For all Yeva's strength, she could only squirm under the smaller soldier's weight.

When the orgasm finally ended, Yeva's mind slowly returned to the awareness that she was not out of her predicament yet. Titiana had no intention of stopping, even though she almost assuredly knew Yeva would find the continued stimulation unbearable. In fact, judging by her smile, she was counting on it. 

As Yeva's pelvic muscles fatigued, Tatiana was able to unclench her hand just a little, pressing her fingers outward against Yeva's much-abused cunt. Meanwhile, her other hand played up and down Yeva's body, often lingering on her breasts but occasionally massaging her G-spot from without. After five more minutes of this routine, she managed to wring yet another orgasm from Yeva.

It came as no surprise, just a helpless drop from a grueling climb against her overstimulated nerves. Yeva's breath hitched, and then hitched again. Tears crowded her eyes and slid free. Though clouded with pleasure and pain, Yeva's mind suddenly signalled danger, a sensation no soldier ever ignored. She could not pinpoint the sensory input that had set it off, however. "Stop," she said.

"Finally had enough?" Tatiana teased, pushing her hand deeper, up against Yeva's cervix.

"No..." The word came out as a moan. "Something is wrong."

The mattress shifted from some additional weight, though neither soldier had moved. Tatiana turned, and whatever she saw - beyond Yeva's field of vision - made her go tense, which did not help when she started to withdraw her hand. The sharp stab of pain made Yeva grunt, and a fraction of a second later she it, though only blurrily through her tears: a long, orange-colored tendril.

It appeared organic and motile. It moved incredibly fast, latching onto Tatiana's free wrist and yanking her toward the foot of the bed. The hand that had been lodged inside Yeva pulled free with a wet sucking sound and a blaze of agony. Tatiana went tumbling toward the tendril and fell right into the rest of the creature to which it belonged.

When Yeva blinked her eyes clear, she knew exactly what she was looking at. The amorphous thing grappling Tatiana was many times the size of the creature that had forced its way out of Yeva's womb, but not nearly as large as the pod that had trapped and impregnated her previous to that. She was still wondering how it had grown so much so fast when she noticed how it was encasing Tatiana with its flesh and squeezing down.




The Host Ch. 03



"Get this thing off of me," Tatiana gasped, struggling against the blob which appeared soft but could, Yeva knew, bring a lot of force to bear. It did not, however, appear to be stimulating her sexually as it and its parent had with Yeva.

"Be still." Yeva reached for the creature without knowing what she intended to do about it. When her hand touched it, its flesh yielded to her, rippling under her fingertips. The flood of memories from her previous experiences with this type of entity made her pull her hand away reflexively, and the creature let her go quite readily.

It recognized her.

"Yeva - " Tatiana's voice was reduced to a whisper. The creature had extruded another tentacle up to wrap around her neck. Her face was bright red, her eyes bulging with terror.

Yeva plunged her hands into the organic mass again, pushing through to touch Tatiana's skin. She tried prying away the amorphous flesh, but it just flowed back around her hands to resume its constriction. Something almost like panic rose in Yeva's chest. Adrenaline flooded her body so rapidly that time seemed to slow. She pulled Tatiana to her, creature and all.

Perhaps it was a part of the hypnotic programming that all soldiers received, but Yeva's attention zeroed in on Tatiana's right hand. It was covered with sexual fluids...and some traces of blood. That was no revelation - the sex had not exactly been gentle. Then she remembered the doctor.

He had hurt her, and the creature - her offspring - hurt him back. In fact, it may very well have consumed his body after she lost consciousness. That thought did not disturb her until she returned her eyes to Tatiana's face, contorted with agony. A soldier's body was tough, but it could only withstand so much punishment. The creature would kill her until Yeva could kill it first.

Or convince it to do otherwise. How? It had no language. Her hands moved over Tatiana, and the creature's biomass flowed between them like a soft, semi-liquid caress. She dragged the hand down Tatiana's side and to her hip, where the constricting mass ended - it had not bothered restraining her legs; there was no need. Yeva coaxed a tendril out and guided it down toward Tatiana's pubis.

Tatiana could only express her surprise - or dismay? - with a breathy squeak, to which Yeva paid no mind. She pushed Tatiana's legs apart and pressed the tendril down onto Tatiana's mound. Then she put her hand through it and slipped a finger into Tatiana's cunt. As Yeva hoped, the creature followed her example and poured its tentacle in around her finger.

With her other hand, Yeva reached up to dislodge the tendril around Tatiana's neck, guiding it instead to her mouth. "Lick and suck," she instructed, to which Tatiana could only give a panicked whimper as reply. Slowly but surely, Yeva calmed the creature and directed its attention from killing to fucking. Still wrapped around Tatiana's body, it drove its appendages into her mouth and cunt.

Yeva eased herself down beside Tatiana and pulled her close. She did not try to stop the creature when it extended another tentacle toward her sex, sore as it was. The way its pliable tissue conformed to her flesh was soothing. That, and she was beginning to suspect the species could secret some sort of contact aphrodisiac.

Whatever the reason, she hardly cared. She undulated her hips against Tatiana's, and the movement translated through the body of the creature joining them. Tatiana's eyes locked with her, and she groaned around the tentacle filling her mouth. The pace of her breathing and the jerking movement of her hips told Yeva she was close to the edge, despite her confusion and disgust.

Yeva rolled on top of Tatiana and pushed her legs far apart, driving her hips into the yielding biomass so hard that her pubic mound touched the other soldier's. The creature parted around Yeva and flowed into her - and, judging by the frenzied squirming, into Tatiana as well - with each thrust.

Yeva clamped her hands around Tatiana's wrists and held them down above pillow. Tatiana started to shoot her a defiant look, but succumbed to a climax before she could fix her expression into the correct configuration. She tossed her head from side to side and bucked furiously under Yeva, the tentacle in her mouth turning her shrieks of pleasure into throaty grunts.

This achievement seemed to excite the creature, which started working at Yeva's cunt with renewed vigor. She gave in to it then, and the orgasm overtook every her sense. Yeva could detect the minute texture of the woven synth fabric that made up the sheets. She could taste the sweat on Tatiana's skin through her hands. She could smell minute droplets of water and dust particulates in the air. Her brain, however, could in no way handle all of this information.

By the time she returned to her own senses, the creature had withdrawn to the foot of the bed from whence it had first struck, leaving her on top of Tatiana.

"What..." Tatiana muttered softly in her ear, "...what is that thing?"

"My offspring." Yeva shivered as an aftershock ran through her core. "And perhaps our ally."



The Hostage



My day wasn't going well. What had started as a simple hold-up of a grog shop to pick up some traveling money was getting more complicated than I liked. And life was already complicated enough. My name is Jarred Lang. You might have heard of me if you'd been watching the news lately. I'd escaped from jail two days earlier and had been on the run ever since. I'd managed to get in touch with a friend and arranged to stay at his little place out bush until the search for me had eased off. All I needed was the money to get there. 

It was supposed to be quick. In and out, get the cash from the register and get gone. But this off-duty cop just happened to call in for a six-pack and decided to be a hero. The way I saw it I had three choices: get shot, get arrested, or take a hostage. All the customers in the place had dropped to the floor the moment I pulled my gun. I grabbed the nearest, a blond chick, pulled her to her feet and put my gun to her head. 

"Back off asshole," I called to the cop. He looked pissed off, but tossed his gun away. 

I took the money from the cashier, and went to my van, dragging my hostage with me. Now what was I going to do with her? I hadn't planned for this. But more cops would be arriving soon, and she could still be useful. I pushed her into the back of the van, told her to sit down and shut up or else, jumped in and sped off. 

I didn't stop until I was sure I wasn't being followed. The chick in the back was making me nervous. For one thing her hands were free. For another there was a toolbox in the back that was full of stuff she could use as a weapon if she felt brave enough. I had the gun, but if she decided to whack me with a hammer while I was driving there wasn't much I could do. I had to tie her up with something. I pulled over and rummaged around in the bag of supplies my friend had packed for me. Good, there was rope.

I slid open the van door. For the first time I got a good look at her. She was, in a word, hot. Her tits caught my eyes first. She was wearing this small blue top that came down just under her tits and left her midriff bare. It was low-cut enough to see some cleavage, and she clearly wasn't wearing a bra. Even so, her tits were high and firm and beautifully proportioned. Her legs were long and bare. She was wearing only a tiny pair of shorts and runners. All kinds of things ran through my mind, what I could do to that body. She obviously realized what I was thinking because she backed away, her blue eyes frightened. But I didn't have time for that right now. I had to keep moving.

She whimpered as I reached for her. "Please, don't hurt me."

I pulled her to me and pointed the gun at her. "Shut up, and do as your told. Lie down, on your stomach and put your hands behind your back."

"Oh god." Tears flooded her eyes, but she did as she was told. I wrapped one piece of rope around her wrists and tied it securely. It was probably overkill, but I tied her feet together too. She wasn't going anywhere anyway, but I decided I liked having her completely helpless. After five years in prison, having someone helpless and in my power was a bit of a kick. Almost as an afterthought, I gagged her. 

I rolled her onto her side to get a better look at her. With her arms twisted behind her back, her tits were straining through the fabric. My cock was getting hard. For a moment I had every intention of giving it to her then and there, but a car pulled into the street where I was parked. I slammed the door, got back into the van and drove off. 

Stupid, I told myself as I drove. She is just one complication that I don't need. As soon as I found somewhere quiet enough I'd dump her and keep going. 

Hours later, on a quiet stretch of road in the middle of the bush, I thought the place looked likely enough. I pulled over, with every intention of letting her go, still tied up, but alive and unhurt. Someone would find her in a day or so. Then I turned and looked at her. Maybe she'd been struggling, or perhaps it was the movement of the van. Her top had been pulled up exposing one perfect breast. That was the end of my good intentions. Man, I hadn't had a woman in years, and this was one gorgeous specimen. If I let her go now, who knows how long it'll be before I get another fuck. I was going to be in hiding for months at least. And it could get lonely. Besides, if the cops did find me, a hostage could be useful. So I continued driving. It was dark before we arrived at my friend's place. Apparently it had been a cattle farm when his uncle had owned the place, but now my mate used it as a get-away. Useful for me because there wasn't another house for miles in any direction. It was pretty run down, but it would do. After checking the place out, it was finally time to play with my hostage. 

I yanked open the van door, picked her up, carried her inside and dumped her on the floor. I watched her squirm for a bit.

I pulled a knife from my pocket. She whimpered and tried to pull away. I grabbed her by the hair and put the tip of the knife to her throat. She was breathing hard, her eyes wide with fright. I let go of her hair and trailed the blade down her neck to her naked tit. She was quivering and I was getting hard. I grabbed her shirt and sliced the fabric open. I tore the shreds off her and finally those tits were mine. I gripped one in each hand and squeezed. They were every bit as firm as they looked and she had such soft skin. I leaned over and sucked on her nipple, while I played with the other, twisting and pinching it til they were both as hard as my cock. 

Almost reluctantly, I left her tits, but now it was time to discover what other delights she had. I sliced her shorts and panties and pulled them off her. I slid a hand between her legs and found her clit and pinched hard, just to hear her moan. Two fingers dove into her pussy and fuck me she was wet! 

"Your getting off on this, aren't you, slut?" She shook her head. I pulled the gag out of her mouth and finger-fucked her with the other hand. "I think you are."

"No, please, no." 

"Your mouth is saying no, but your body is saying something else." I pulled my hand from her pussy and looked at my fingers slick with her juices. She opened her mouth to speak again, but I stuffed my fingers into her mouth. "See, slut? I know what you want." I unzipped my pants and pulled out my rock-hard cock. I decided I'd waited long enough. I rolled her over and pulled her up onto her knees and pushed her face into the floor. I rubbed the tip of my cock against her wet slit. 

"Please don't do this, please..." Her begging was only turning me on more and I was in no mood to be gentle. Ruthlessly I shoved my cock all the way in with one sharp thrust. She screamed and I could see pain in her eyes. I held her there for a moment, her soft wet flesh enveloping my cock tightly. I pulled nearly all the way out and rammed it into her again. "Oh god, please stop..." she pleaded again, and my self control was lost. I grabbed her hips and pounded my cock into the delicate flesh of her pussy. It would have felt good enough just to fuck a woman at this point, but the fact that I was hurting her, that she didn't want this, but was getting off on it in spite of herself, made me feel like a god. Tears flowed down her cheeks, but she was moaning with each thrust. I rammed into her harder and faster and soon she was bucking and her pussy contracted around my cock as she came. For a moment she was lost in the pleasure of it, but a look of humiliation came over her face as she realised what had happened. It was enough to send me over the edge. I shot my cum into her pussy as I had the best orgasm of my life.

I pulled out of her and wiped my cock on her ass. I left her lying on the floor, cum dripping out of her. I lit a cigarette and watched her as I smoked it. Damn she was hot. And she had potential to be more than just a hostage, more than just a fuck. With a bit of training, she'd make a damn good slave. I had time to kill. I could entertain myself by turning her into the perfect little slave. I'd use her and abuse her and soon enough, she'd beg me not to let her go. Naturally I'd keep her naked, I mused. The clothes were ruined anyway. The more vulnerable she felt the better. And she'd have to be tied up until I could trust her. Even then I'd mostly want her helpless. I'd fuck her and hurt her and humiliate her and teach her to love it. 

Starting now. 

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This is my first post here so please be gentle with me! I might continue this story if anyone is interested in hearing more. Thanks for reading, Bella. 



The Hostage



[©2011 BY CLINTON09; ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER THE AGE OF 18; NO EVENTS ARE REAL AS DESCRIBED; ALL NAMES WERE CREATED FOR THIS TALE; THIS STORY HAS A 'HARDER EDGE' THAN MOST; BE WARNED: HERE BE DRAGONS; FOR AGES 25 OR ABOVE]

[A father performs the ultimate sin: forcing himself upon his daughter.]

[Caveat: this tale contains violence in parts of the story; it is a necessary 'engine' for the narrative, but you are forewarned...]

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David Archer Blount was proud. Sure, he was getting a divorce which signified a failure of sorts. Still, the court awarded him custody of his wonderful daughter Hailey, and that was a victory in and of itself. 

It was the culmination of a titanic battle between two parents. Agnes, David's wife, had spent their entire marriage disparaging him and his career. She made a point to have Hailey hear that too. For her part, Hailey didn't know what to think...

Hailey had just turned 18. She was the fairest girl in her high school—the fairest in all the land. Beautiful, blonde, blue eyed, peaches and cream complexion, with a fantastic figure honed by years of gymnastics training. 

David had attended more than a few of her high school competitions. As a good father he watched in quiet admiration and only platonic interest as his gorgeous daughter did balance beam and floor exercises that made more than a few males in the tiny crowd shift in their seat. Spectacular...

Hailey's mom had been her chaperone in years prior to the divorce. This basically meant that she'd go on the road to ensure that Hailey stuck to her training regimen, honored the curfew, and most importantly, remained chaste. It was just too bad that Hailey's mom didn't abide by the same rules.

It was after a regional competition. Hailey had been safely 'tucked into bed' by her mom. That was at the 11pm curfew. At about 1:45am, Hailey woke up and realized that she hadn't been officially registered in the national meet to follow. 

Putting on a terrycloth robe, the gorgeous Hailey padded barefoot into the hotel corridor and went to her mom's room. Her mom had given her the spare magnetic door key, never dreaming Hailey would use it at almost 2am in the morning. 

Figuring that if she came in quietly and her mom was asleep, she could leave and never disturb her, Hailey slipped the plastic key into the door latch and tiptoed in.

She stood in the alcove, stunned. On the king-sized bed, there was her mom...her chaperone...being serviced by the biggest blackest buck in the region. 

Hailey felt like running away, but some part of her was riveted. She watched as his jet black snake was fed into the gaping maw that was her mom's private area. It plunged in with the power of a Corvette engine piston. 

As the 'rpm's' of their love-making increased, the bed springs sang a song of lust. Her mom's legs encircled the dark as coal powerful hips of her new lover; his dark sack bounced against her behind. 

With a frenzied passion that she had never displayed before, she threw herself into the lovemaking. Blippity bam, blippity bam, their bodies were driving the bed into the floor. Then, she rose slightly from the bed as he seemed to lean forward, extending himself into the deepest recesses of that MILF soccer mom. 

Finally, her mom's moans reached a crescendo and Hailey watched in horror as those black non-family jewels expanded and contracted. She counted 5, 6, 7, 8...eight times his balls inflated like balloons before contracting, no doubt causing a heavy load of raw African seed to be deposited into her mother's fertile womb. 

At the mid-point, by the fourth such explosion, the excess sperm-loaded cum began to drool out of her well-fucked cunt. By the eighth time, her mom was squealing with her third orgasm. A puddle of their passionate fluids collected on the bed and now dripped to the floor.

That tall, dark and handsome stranger was pumping his seed into the fertile depths of her mom. Worse, she knew her mom's cycle was almost parallel to hers. This was a peak time for Hailey, so...? She also knew her mom eschewed the pill and any IUD or diaphragm usage. 

As he rolled off of her, Hailey had a micro-second look at her mother. It looked like someone had spilt a full glass of milk 'down there'; excess cum was dripping and streaming down every square inch of her lower body. 

Hailey escaped quietly. Standing in the hotel hallway, she ran back to her room. She opened her robe, stunned to see her nipples had popped, her just turned 18 year old pussy dripping. She had never 'touched herself' before...after all, girls were not creepy like guys. However, she noticed that one of the shampoos bottles was very 'well shaped'. 

Oh, well, what the heck. She grabbed the bottle, got at the edge of the bed, and used that (lucky) bottle like it was a man's item of similar design...

As she replayed the sounds of her mother's simultaneous orgasm with that stranger in her mind, that innocent bottle moved in and out at faster and faster motion; at the end, it was just a blur as Hailey got herself off. As her tanned, muscle toned, shapely legs descended to the bed, Hailey collapsed... totally spent.

Hailey told herself not to bring up the event to anyone, ever. That lasted a good 24 hours. It was such a juicy secret that she had to 'tell dad'. Well, as you might guess, a divorce soon transpired and the court put her under her dad's aegis. 

Her father did not have to give up his career for Hailey; he could have kept working and made arrangements. Still and all, he took early retirement at 55 and vowed to replace his wife as Hailey's chaperone during the gymnastics' season.

When they were on the road, he would plant himself in her room, making sure no one was there but also ensuring that she did the prescribed calisthenics and other exercises required to keep in shape for competition. One can only imagine what he felt when his 18 year old daughter, nubile, lithe, stood before him after those workouts. 

Looking like a young Bo Derek from '10', she would be panting, her tissue thin white leotard adhering so tightly to her perfect body that it would seem to have disappeared. As he would look up from his seated position, his daughter dripping sweat would ask daddy if she could go take her shower. 

He had to be a 'good father' and somehow NOT notice her pouting nipples, her beaver fluff, or even the incredible outline of her unbelievable figure. He would always look her square in the eye and nod. 

Things took a dark turn July 22nd of that year. It was the year that Hailey had turned 18 and the divorce was finalized. Although the courts awarded him custody, since she was 18 he would get nothing from his wealthy wife. 

Worse, that was one of the states that had the unjust law that any birth within marriage was presumed to have been the husband's doing, evidence to the contrary notwithstanding. 

Thus, when his treacherous wife's 'unexpected pregnancy' turned out to be not of David's doing, the divorce court held that he still owed support...for his wife AND her 'love child'! David was understandably 'delighted'.

That night, he got tanked up. He never drank, but the court edict merited some sort of stupid act. Staggering home, he went by Hailey's room. Night after night, she would do yoga, calisthenics, and light weights before showering and hitting the hay. 

In their 19th century home, the old fashioned door locks with big key openings afforded one a good view into any room. In the past, he would take a lightning glance just to be sure his daughter was home, safe and sound. Tonight, liquored up as he was, he took more than a casual look. 

There, in the nude...in the NUDE, was the most beautiful woman in the world: his own daughter. Her eighteen year old body was the absolute vision of perfection, a true Barbie doll 35D-23-36. Her gym training never stopped; she had a scholarship to the University of Georgia which had a rich tradition in woman's gymnastics. 

Staring upon this goddess, something snapped within him. It was the booze; the part of him that said "stop, don't look: you are father" failed. What took over was "woman: gorgeous; mate", the so-called reptilian or primitive brain. As his head spun, he went into her room.

Hailey was understandably shocked, being in the nude as she was. She screamed about his 'mistake', grabbing the bedspread to cover up. She of course assumed that he would beat a hasty retreat. Her mouth fell agape, her eyes widened before filling with tears as her father relentlessly closed upon her.

It was a strange moment; in his alcoholic condition, he was not nearly as strong as his incredibly fit daughter. She could easily have fled or caused him harm. Instead, she was as conflicted as he was, almost frozen in place. 

David pulled the bedspread off of Hailey, causing her to stand before him in all of her magnificence. In a drunken slur, he spoke:

David: "Ya...you are fuckin' gorgeous. I knew it! God, all of those years watching you...I never could be sure. Those damn gymnastics leotards; the way they exploited you. Lord, when your puss hit that parallel bar, when you did a split on the beam, or splayed out on the floor, even your father had to gasp. I can't believe the stands weren't filled with guys." 

"All I know was that I was there, supportin' you; where was your mother? God, if only I knew that I wanted you. Well, now that you are 18...and I'm drunk...I want to make love to you...I'm so ashamed...a part of me wants to leave, but another wants me to do this."

With that, he grabbed her and put her flat on her back. Again, she could've kneed him in the 'coconuts' or scratched, but instead she just laid there. Had there been a third party observer, they'd have seen it was clearly a matter of 'letting him get it over with'. 

Instead of hurrying, he calmly sat on her bed and proceeded to worship at the altar of his almost perfectly built daughter. First raising a shapely tanned leg, with the heel of her demure little foot in his palm, he drunkenly pawed and kissed the soft perfect foot. 

Next he worshipped the length of that bikini-waxed smooth leg. Carefully restoring it to the bed, he bent over to stare, touch, and finally give full 'attention' to her 'woman's area'. His tongue-work made her tense--whether from excitement or horror was not clear. What WAS clear was that she was breathing much heavier now. 

Father or no, he was determined to get his daughter 'off'. After minutes of intense activity, his gorgeous daughter tensed before shouting at the top of her lungs in orgasmic release. Her hands that had tried to remove him held his head down 'there' until she reached her perfect climax.

He finally finished 'down there' and continued up her perfect tummy, rippling with chiseled abs. She was so damn firm and solid: so hard and yet so soft. David's progress got him to her perfect breasts, where he made one, then the other, nipple pop almost audibly. He finally got to her lips and here she twisted and turned.

His hands sought out her face, holding it so that he could bestow a full, sloppy, drunken French kiss upon her pouting candy apple flavored lips. Tears ran freely from both of her sparkling blue eyes. Again, she took no 'defensive action' whatsoever. After a long almost languid kiss, her father made his final move, mounting the love of his life...

Alcohol is not Viagra, of course; David's proud seven incher was only a four incher that night. If you've seen drunks taking those sobriety tests at the side of the road, you can understand why he couldn't even find the 'right spot' for a long time that night. When he did finally, Hailey just had to speak:

Hailey: "Daddy, I know that you are drunk; I realize that as a father you might be a little conflicted right now. Please remember it's me: Hailey. I love you as a daughter, but as your daughter I ask you...beg you...don't do this. I won't tell anyone anything if you just stop now...please."

It was an 'out' for him. If he stopped then, all would be forgiven. He should've stopped, even if he didn't want to, because there was no sense going forward. 

Sadly, his judgment was totally gone, and he tried to go forward. Though he found the 'right spot', his four-incher had no 'steel' in it and deflected off of her entrance like a bullet off Superman's chest. 

As he drunkenly tried again and again, it was just no go. He rose up on all fours above her. His now modestly sized four inch member could not gain entrance to the most heavenly of places (inside his daughter), so he had to make due rubbing it against the creamy thighs of that goddess. 

With his manhood still outside the entrance to heaven, he came pathetically, a tiny dribble messing up not only the bed but their living 'arrangement'. She had given him an 'out' and he had just ignored it.

Furious, she tossed her drunken father off of her with ease. Her powerful body moved with supple grace to the bathroom. She did not re-appear for a solid 45 minutes, bathing every part of herself repeatedly. 

When she emerged, she saw what was left of her father, crouched over in the hall, sobbing. As the booze wore off, he dimly was aware that he had done something wrong...terribly wrong. He was so ashamed. He didn't know what would become of them...become of him...now.

In the event, Hailey did not have the heart to report him. What she did do was move out, which had the effect of depriving David of his most cherished thing in this world (his beloved daughter.) Even worse than that, Hailey got married, but only common law (no license.) 

The husband (i.e. bum) got her preggers before lighting out on her. The pregnancy didn't help her scholarship for gymnastics, either. By the time she realized her predicament fully, it was just too late to do anything--she was eight months pregnant and all alone. 

Stopping for a fill-up at 2am (always a mistake), she found a single convenience store/gas station open at that hour. She also found a 'two-eleven' [robbery in progress] with a heavily armed desperado. 

This went down in Athens, Georgia. David only heard about it back in Norfolk, Virginia because it was a national story and he couldn't sleep that night. 

As he lay in bed, news readers reported it was a police standoff with hostages taken and shots fired. The robber had this hideously huge Desert Eagle firing .44 magnum 'Clint Eastwood' rounds with a deafening report. 

The robber just wanted to get away at this point. He had let all the hostages go except for Hailey, eight-months pregnant and all. When the police negotiator tried to talk him out, he refused all inducements. Instead, he wanted a 'chopper' which would whisk him and his hostage to the airport, where they would climb aboard a 727 to take them to somewhere far away with $10,000. 

He must have had visions of D.B. Cooper--the mysterious missing hijacker. Of course, they wouldn't go for it. Several hours passed. In desperation, they talked him into accepting a substitute hostage. However, as the man approached, the robber was concerned that he might've been an undercover cop (he was). 

Instead of telling him to back off, he cut loose with the Desert Eagle. Poor Hailey was right there, ears unprotected, when the horrific sound of the .44 magnum filled that little convenience store. Fortunately, the police operative was only hit in the shoulder. He scurried away, bleeding profusely but fully recoverable.

Robber: "That was cute...real cute. Look, I'm not going to have some cop in his twenty's as a hostage, ready to pounce on me."

Negotiator: "We can't let you go anywhere with that pregnant woman. She's just going to slow you down, anyway. [PAUSE] What if we can find some bystander who's older and obviously not a cop; would that do it? We would get our exchange while you'd still have a hostage and not be slowed down."

The robber finally relented. He would put Hailey by the back door. With her at the back door (which was concealed from the front), only the robber could see both rear door (his former hostage) and the front door (with the substitute approaching.) 

He agreed when he saw the older, broken down wreck of a hostage that they brought forth. If he was an undercover cop (a good possibility) at least he didn't look like it. The robber gestured with the huge Desert Eagle for Hailey to go. She was now freed as the substitute bystander came in.

The siege continued unabated. Hailey was rushed to the hospital where doctors said she was fine, her pregnancy unaffected. Nonetheless, understandably, she asked for a 'C-section' which they did after prepping. It was a boy and he was in perfect health. As a preemie, he was placed into the special incubator used for such births, but he would soon emerge totally normal.

The city of Athens was generously providing for her this day as Hailey rested in her private room post-op. Understandably exhausted from the day's events, she put on a cable news channel, hoping that she'd be featured in the news. Sure enough, they were just getting to that story.

TV Commentator: "Police today brought an abrupt end to the siege that was the Tay-ran Convenience Store hostage situation in Athens, Georgia." 

TV Commentator: "After trying and failing in several attempts for a peaceful conclusion to the stand-off, they offered a substitute for the lone hostage, an eight months pregnant woman. The brave officer was shot for his trouble, with a serious but survivable wound to the shoulder." 

TV Commentator: "The perpetrator was obviously desperate and would not go easily. Someone else then offered himself as a substitute; the disheveled man was clearly older; sources tell us it was yet another undercover cop. In any case, it was hoped the criminal would go for the trade."

TV Commentator: "It worked and the young woman was freed. The substitute now became the sole hostage. The police tried again and again to break the siege without allowing this 'heavily armed lunatic' anywhere near a helicopter." 

TV Commentator: "When the robber got impatient and started taking shots at the police cruisers parked nose-to-nose in front of the store, the police chief ordered an assault. The robber had just enough time to eliminate the hostage before a sniper with a high-powered rifle eliminated him."

TV Commentator: "The robber had been previously identified. The hostage's name was just released: David Archer Blount. We've now learned that this was the estranged father of the hostage; that he had understood the risk he was taking but insisted that he be substituted for his daughter."

Hailey cried at first, and then smiled thru the tears. She smiled not that she was happy that her father was no more. She had long ago forgiven him for what he had done. He, on the other hand, never forgave himself. 

Hailey knew that this was the only way he could atone in his mind. She understood. With love and forgiveness, she said a prayer for his soul and for the health and full life ahead for her son, now to be christened David Archer Blount, the second...

It would be quite some time before Hailey would feel comfortable around men again. This wasn't a problem as her father left her insurance money. She also received a very generous amount from sympathetic people across the nation who heard of her life's story.

Fortunately, she eventually did find 'Mr. Right'. She now had two wonderful children who would be told of the heroism of her dad, their grandpa, on that eventful night. It scared them to hear about it; they cuddled with their loving mom; she made it all right again... 



The Hostage Situation



When I think back to that night, I ask myself if there was anything any of us could have done... anything I could have done... to stop what happened. Sometimes I wrestle with my conscience for hours, reliving what happened step by step, until I finally reach the same conclusion, "no," there wasn't anything I or anyone else could have done. However, once I've satisfied my guilt on this point, I often find myself asking another question, "is it wrong of me to find the most fucked up situation I've ever been involved in... ever will be involved in... the most sexually satisfying moment of my life?" To my shame, the answer to that question is never so comfortable to reach. 

As I write this, it's getting on for just over two years since it happened. It was the time of my (now ex) work's Christmas party, and after a stressful year, everyone was looking forward to letting their hair down. 

We were a relatively small firm at the time, probably about 100 employees in total, and after a year of having to tighten the coffers quite drastically, it was nice to see my colleagues looking so relaxed. I was even pleasantly surprised by the quality of the hall that had been hired for the evening, which, despite our financial struggles, was a lot more impressive than I'd expected - perhaps the fact that it was on the outskirts of town and a bit isolated had driven the price down somewhat, but, still, I thought Mary in the events team had done a fantastic job. She'd even managed to convince the CEO to stump up some money for the bar in recognition of our hard work.

The event started off with a couple of obligatory speeches, but these were kept relatively short, and it wasn't long before everyone had made their way to the bar area, breaking off in to small groups to chat with friends. There was a good buzz about the place, and as I began my second bottle of beer, I remember looking around the room and smiling at how happy and de-stressed everyone looked. A lot of the women had clearly made a big effort with their appearance, many seemingly having bought a new dress and spent extra time on their hair and makeup, and many of the men appeared to be sporting fresh new haircuts and designer shirts. In fact, thinking back, me and my two closest workmates, Dwayne and Ash, were probably the only ones who hadn't made much of an effort; it's not that we were purposely trying to be different, we'd just realised a while ago that we'd never really polish up to much no matter how hard we tried. Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't say any of us were ugly (none of us had a third eye or anything!), but we weren't exactly movie star material either. 

As the evening drew on, the music gradually increased in volume, and it wasn't long before a small crowd began to appear on the dance floor. Soon I expected most people would be dancing, a few of the men would probably start showing off infront of the women they not-so-secretly fancied, and Angie from reception would probably end up getting off with Jay from accounting, possibly dragging him off somewhere for a bit more 'fun'. That's how I suspected things would have turned out had Clive Scott not gate-crashed our party.

From attending some of the trial (separate to the times I'd had to give evidence) and reading the newspaper reports that accompanied it, it transpires that, after finishing the last of his stash earlier that day, Scott had left his house intent on finding someone (or something) to rob in order to pay off his dealer and buy some more drugs. He explained that his plan had been to head in to town where he could find some rich looking business types to mug down a side alley. However, whilst driving down the long rural road that lead to the city, his piece of shit car began to splutter, and he was instead forced to turn his attention to an isolated hall he'd passed less than a mile earlier; our hall. 

He acknowledged during his trial that he'd contemplated stopping when he first saw the hall, having noticed a well-dressed man standing alone outside smoking a cigarette, but given the size of the debt he'd had with his dealer, he figured that a single score wouldn't be enough and had driven on. It was only when his car started giving signs that it was finally dying on him, that he spun it around and drove back towards the hall, parking about 100 feet or so away in a dark bypass. He figured that, if he were lucky, the cigarette guy would have a good amount of cash on him and keys to a more reliable ride.

Scott left his car and walked up to the hall, map in hand, and approached the man still standing outside.

"Excuse me mate, do you know if this is the right road to get to Oakfield?"

Jim jumped at hearing Scott's voice, completely unware of the man approaching him.

"I don't think it's this road you're after" he said, regaining his composure and taking hold of the map. "I think you should have..."

"GIVE ME YOUR FUCKING WATCH AND EMPTY YOUR POCKETS," snarled Scott, shoving the barrel of a gun in to Jim's ribs.

The blood drained from Jim's face and the map slipped from his fingers, dropping to the floor.

"W-w-what are you doing man... there's no need to do this," he said, trying to make sense of the situation. 

"If you don't give me your shit RIGHT NOW, I'll put a hole in your stomach and take it myself..."

Terrified that Scott wasn't bluffing, Jim did as he was told and clumsily unfastened his watch. It wasn't a particularly expensive watch, probably costing a couple of hundred at most, but his wife had given it to him for their first anniversary and he'd had every intention of keeping it for as long as possible. 

After momentarily evaluating the watch that had just been handed to him, Scott motioned for Jim to empty his pockets. Again Jim did as he was told and produced a twenty and a pack of chewing gum. 

"Is that all you've got???" said an annoyed Scott.

"That's it, honest..." replied Jim, panicking at his mugger's clear frustration.

"What about car keys? How did you get here?"

"M-m-most of us got a cab or car pooled," he said trembling.

Scott pulled the gun up towards Jim's face and held it there for a few seconds. Finally, after contemplating his next move, he demanded, "How many of you are there?"

"About 100 or so..."

"And how many staff?"

"Just... just two behind the bar... and a DJ"

Scott took a moment to think through his options before grabbing Jim's arm. 

"Turn around. If you make ONE noise, I'll put a bullet in your back. Got it?"

Jim, almost paralysed with fear, somehow managed to signal with his head that he understood.

Scott wrapped an arm around Jim's neck, stuck the gun in the middle of his back, and pushed him towards the hall. As Jim slowly pushed the door open, warm air and the sound of loud music began spilling out in to the cool night breeze. 

As they stepped through the doorway, Scott quickly observed the room; the lights were low and everyone was either dancing or chatting too much to notice what was happening. I certainly didn't see them enter. 

Having identified the only other exit he could see, Scott pulled Jim to a complete standstill and locked the door behind him. Releasing his arm from around Jim's neck, but still discretely pressing the gun in to his back, Scott slowly directed his captive towards the door located across the other side of the hall. 

With the lights down low and everyone distracted, it was only as they reached their destination that a couple of people began to wonder who the stranger was walking with Jim. However, before they'd even had a chance to fully process their thoughts, Scott had locked the door and pulled the plug on the speakers. 

I, like everyone else in the room, instantly turned around confused, even more so as we saw Jim stumble forward and bundle in to a group of women from HR. Before the glass that Jim had knocked out of Debra's hand had even had time to hit the floor and smash in to a thousand pieces, the noise of a gunshot rung out across the room and a bullet flew through the ceiling. 

"EVERYONE STAND FUCKING STILL," Scott shouted at the top of his voice.

Instantly an explosion of screams filled the room and most people, including me and my friends, began running for the exit.

Another gunshot echoed through the hall. 

"I SAID, EVERYONE STAND FUCKING STILL!!" Scott repeated, "IF I SEE ANYONE ELSE MOVE, THE NEXT SHOT WILL BE IN THE BACK OF THEIR HEAD."

Everyone froze like statues, the earlier screams replaced by the sound of some colleagues sobbing. I couldn't blame them; I don't think I've ever been so scared in my life.

"RIGHT... now I have your attention, everyone stand against that wall."

This time everyone did as they were told, all of us carefully watching the intruder and his gun. We all (including the bar staff and the young DJ) huddled against the wall, many of the men holding the women in an effort to comfort them (although in truth I think many of the men needed the comfort just as much).

"You," Scott said, pointing his gun at my 50 year old manager Marie, "go and get that bin."

Marie, tears running down her face, forced herself to obey the instructions she'd been given, and went to retrieve the bin.

"People, listen carefully. I do not want to hurt you, but I will if you give me a reason. All I want from you is your money, your valuables, and a set of car keys. If you give me that, you will all leave here tonight unharmed."

By now Marie was stood infront of Scott, shaking like a scared rabbit, trying to hand him the bin.

"I don't want an empty bin you stupid bitch, I want people to come up one by one and place their shit in it... starting with you. Take off that necklace and empty your purse in to the bin. And I don't want any fucking lipstick or tampons in there so make sure I don't find any when I check it through."

After doing as she was told, Marie was instructed to return to the group, and the next person stepped forward. One by one this process continued, and after about ten people, it was my turn. Shaking like a leaf, I quickly and quietly followed my instructions, placing my wallet in the bin before returning to the line. Next up was Phil from Operations. Like everyone else, he walked cautiously towards the bin, took off his watch and placed it on top of the rest. 

"Come on mate. There's no need for this. You must have enough by now," he said, pointing to the pile of money and jewellery, "why don't you take what you've got and go?"

Almost as soon as the words had left Phil's mouth, Scott's swung his arm around and paced forward until his gun was pressed firmly against Phil's temple; I swear to god I thought he was going to execute him.

"I SAY WHEN I'VE GOT ENOUGH YOU PIECE OF SHIT!! YOU GOT THAT, OR DO YOU WANT ME TO INPRINT IT ON YOUR FUCKING BRAIN?"

Phil quickly began apologising, begging him not to do anything rash. Scott stood there for a few seconds, wide eyed, before finally jabbing Phil's temple with the gun and ordering him to return to the group. 

The process quickly restarted, and one by one the remaining group members stepped up and placed their valuable in the bin. 

"Well done everyone. Except for that one PRICK... over there," Scott said, quickly getting agitated before equally quickly returning to an apparent calm state, "that went pretty well. Now, which one of you put these car keys in?"

After a couple of seconds, Kamal from accounting stepped forward and, hand slightly in the air, stuttered, "Errrr, t-t-that was me."

"Which car is it?"

"It's the blue BMW down the side."

"Good... excellent..." Scott said, thinking, "Are there any other BMW's out there?"

Samantha from HR slowly put her hand up, "My black BMW's out there too."

"Right... but that's it, yes? I don't want to be messing about trying to find the right car now do I?"

The room stayed silent.

"Good, in that case, thank you all for your time and money. I hope you all have a merry Christmas."

The whole of the room held its breath as Scott began backing away towards the door, dragging the bin with one hand, and pointing the gun in our direction with the other. As he let go of the bin so that he could unlock the door, it appeared that our short but terrifying ordeal was soon to be over. If only someone at the back hadn't whispered something... 

Scott stopped dead for a second, glaring at the group, rage reflecting in his eyes. 

"WHAT DID YOU CALL ME?" he yelled, marching towards us at pace until his gun was pressed firmly against Jenny's head.

The room filled with gasps and screams.

"I... I didn't call you anything," she said, pale as a ghost and shaking uncontrollably.

"YOU CALLED ME UGLY YOU FUCKING BITCH. I HEARD YOU!"

"I didn't!!" Jenny squealed, tears filling her eyes.

"It was me," said Vic from IT, fearfully stepping forward. "I mean... I didn't call you ugly... but it was me that spoke."

"NO, IT WAS THIS BITCH. SHE CALLED ME UGLY. I HEARD HER... STEP FORWARD BITCH!"

"I promise, it was me..." said Vic, moving closer to where Scott stood.

Scott turned the gun towards Vic, stared at him for a second, then thrust forward and hit him across the forehead with the butt of the gun. Screams once again echoed through the room, and Vic dropped to the floor, blood flowing from a fresh wound on his forehead.

"DON'T STICK UP FOR THE SLUT. IT WAS HER... AND NOW SHE'S GOING TO PAY FOR IT."

Scott grabbed Jenny by the arm and yanked her forward causing her to stumble past him and fall to the floor. 

"Stay there bitch," he said, keeping his gun and his attention directed at the group. "I used to work for a fancy company like this. I was like you, working 9 to 5, picking up a monthly pay check. Do you know what happened? Do you know why I couldn't deal with it anymore? Why I had to leave? It was because of bitches like this. Bitches who thought they were better than me because they were lucky enough to be born with a pretty face. Bitches who mocked me and judged me based on my appearance. Well... now it's my turn to do the judging."

Scott fleetingly looked at Jenny, eyes wide and piercing, before turning his attention back to the group, scanning everyone's face. 

"You," he said pointing at Vanessa from Operations.

"You," this time pointing to Stacey from HR.

"You," now aiming his gun in Shilpa's direction.

"And you," finishing with Vicky from finance. "All of you come here and join your friend."

All four were struck still with fear. A couple of the guys even began moving in front of them to protect them from whatever was about to happen.

"NOW!" Scott shouted, shooting a bullet above our heads.

The men solemnly moved aside and the girls finally began making their way through the crowd, tears running down a couple of their faces. Once they reached Jenny, Scott directed them towards the dance floor, before turning his attention back to us.

"These bitches," he said, "these... these cunts... they're the reason my life to turn out like this. They're the reason why you're all standing here with a gun pointing at you. They think they're better than everyone else in this room just because they're beautiful. Well... it's time we showed them they're not better than us..." Scott scoured the group. "You, you... you, you... you," he said, this time picking out five men, including myself and Dwayne, and directing us to join the girls on the dance floor. 

Walking with us, Scott directed the gun back and forth between our small group and the main crowd until we finally reached the girls who, by now, were all holding hands. Scott made his way behind where they stood, and drew his gun towards them. 

"It's about time cunts like you learnt how to be nice to men like us," he said, motioning towards me and the others as if we were his equal. "Now get on your whore knees..."

The whole room filled with an ominous silence. 

"NOW! Or I'll start shooting some of your friends," he threatened, waving his gun in the direction of our colleagues.

The girls, scared and confused, stood there staring at each other until a bullet fired just above the heads of the group. Slowly, Shilpa and Vanessa dropped their knees to the floor, involuntarily persuading Vicky, Stacey and Jenny to follow suit.

"Good. Now you," he said, motioning to us, "move forward and stand in front of one of the girls."

Just as the girls had, we all stared at each other in shock until another shot fired out.

"THE NEXT ONE GOES IN SOMEONE'S HEAD..."

We slowly did as we were told and moved our way towards the row of girls, standing infront of whoever was nearest us.

"Good. Now take off your trousers and briefs."

Suddenly there was a commotion from the group as some of the men, so outraged by the scene unfolding infront of them, tried to push their way out and get to Scott. Unfortunately, before they'd even made it half way, Scott calmly placed his gun, once again, against Jenny's head.

"GET ANY CLOSER AND THIS BITCH IS DEAD... YOU HEAR ME????"

All three men stopped in their tracks. 

"BACK AGAINST THE WALL..." 

Two of the men reluctantly began edging back towards the group, while Stefan, a 53 year old lawyer, momentarily stood his ground, burning a hole through Scott with his eyes. Scott, a smirk on his face, unflinchingly stared straight back until, after a few seconds, Stefan slowly joined his colleagues back in the group.

"One more incident like that and there'll be no warning. I'll put a bullet in her pretty little head... then, I'll keep going down the line and kill as many of these cunts as I can before any of you assholes reach me. Do you understand? DO YOU UNDERSTAND??" 

Some of the group began nodding, fear etched on their faces.

"Good. Now, I told you five to drop your trousers," Scott said, turning his attention back to us. "Do it... now..."

All of us hesitated. Although we knew we had no choice in the matter, none of us wanted to be the first to comply and give the impression we were willingly going along with this sick game. Finally, after Scott straightened his arm as if getting ready to pull the trigger, Chris began to unbuckle his belt and slowly pulled his trousers and briefs down to the floor, exposing himself inches from Vanessa's face. The rest of us slowly followed suit.

"Good. Now, girls, it's time you felt humiliation like I felt when the likes of you told me I wasn't good enough, handsome enough, rich enough... It's time you understood the shame that made me feel." 

Scott paused for a moment, a look of painful recollection on his face. 

"Like the whores you are, I'm giving you 10 minutes to make the man in front of you cum in your mouth. If you don't manage it in time, a bullet enters your brain. If you fail to swallow every last drop, a bullet enters your brain. If you cheat and use anything other than your mouth... a bullet enters your brain."

All of the girls knelt there in shock. I stared down at Jenny who was trying her best not to make eye contact with me or my limp dick. 

"To make sure you don't cheat, once you've made your man cum, you will signal to me, show me, and then, only when I tell you, swallow. Your time starts now."

I looked down the line, the same story repeated all the way. No eye contact. No movement. For at least half a minute, all of the men just looked around awkwardly while the girls all stared at the floor infront of them.

"Girls... refuse to take part all you want, but, in 9 and a half minutes, if you haven't done as I've said, your brains will be splattered all over this dancefloor."

Time seemed to pass so slowly, and yet so fast all at the same time. Here I was, standing in the middle of a large hall with my average size dick out, inches away from a gorgeous girl who has been told that she must perform oral sex on me or face severe consequences, and all the while I have about 90 of my colleagues staring at me. Uneasy wasn't the word. 




The Hostage Situation



"9 minutes," Scott said matter-of-factly.

By now a couple of the girls had begun looking at each other nervously while I and the rest of the men stood there not knowing what to do. Just as Scott began to announce that only 8 and a half minutes remained, Vicky leant forward, and took Sean in to her mouth. 

Sean, at the time, was in his early 40's and had a very wiry body. Although I never really spoke to him much, I remember him being a nice guy, but, like me, his face was no oil painting. Vicky on the other hand was a very attractive PA in her 30's; probably mid to late I'd say. Although her boobs weren't particularly large, she had a naturally tight body that filled out her green dress perfectly. Her blonde hair, normally tied up in a ponytail, had been made wavy for the evening and was flowing on to her bare shoulders. Even a blind person could see that a woman of Vicky's beauty would be highly unlikely to willingly perform such an act on a man of Sean's appearance. 

Sean looked around, first at the rest of us in the row, and then to the group of colleagues. The look on his face was one of confusion and embarrassment. 

As I started to wonder what must be going through Sean's mind, my body jumped at the sensation of Jenny's hand taking my penis and placing it in her warm moist mouth.

Jenny was 27, and had worked at our firm for about 2 years. I'd often see her about, but she tended to hang around with her own team, so I didn't get many opportunities to talk to her. I'd always thought this was a shame, because she really was a nice girl (and extremely cute to look at). Although at work she tended to wear clothes that were perhaps a bit dowdy (I think her boyfriend liked to cover her up), whenever there was a social event she would always wear a dress and look eye-catchingly pretty. Tonight was no exception.

Instinctively I looked down and saw her big green eyes looking back up at me through her secretary style glasses, but I quickly broke eye contact and began staring at the wall in shame. I knew what was happening was wrong, and I think my body knew it too, because even with this gorgeous young woman engulfing my manhood with her mouth, very little was happening. 

Under normal circumstances, if anyone remotely close to Jenny's looks even accidentally brushed passed my penis I'd probably cum there and then, but even as she began swirling her tongue around the head, it still wasn't happening properly. 

I doubt anyone reading this will have ever been in a situation remotely similar, but, for a man, the best way I can describe my body's reaction is to compare it to when you've had too much to drink and you try to have sex with your girlfriend. Your brain knows that you want it, but your body doesn't agree. That's what it was like. Only there was no alcohol (well, not that much), just a room full of people I knew, a gun, and the knowledge that the girl performing the deed wasn't freely consenting.

After another 20 or so seconds passed, I felt a tap on my leg and looked down, cheeks growing warmer with shame. Jenny, staring back up at me with fear in her eyes, removed me from her mouth and whispered, "If you don't cum he'll kill me..."

I had no idea how to react, but before I'd even began stuttering any kind of response, she returned to her task and engulfed me once again with her warm mouth.

I stared along the line, disbelieving what was happening. By now four of us misfits were receiving blowjobs from probably the hottest girls in the organisation. 

Vicky seemed to be the girl most accepting of the situation, and was going as deep as she could on Sean in order to get him off as soon as possible. I'm not sure whether he was trying to focus, or whether he was now genuinely enjoying himself, but Sean had his eyes closed, and was using his hand to guide Vicky's head up and down his shaft. 

Ben and Shilpa on the other hand appeared to be struggling. Surprisingly, Ben, a weak looking 38 year old from operations, was very well hung, at least 9 inches long (possibly longer) and very thick. In comparison, Shilpa is a petite girl of Indian heritage, naturally beautiful with big dark eyes, flawless skin, but a tiny mouth. I'm not sure how long she'd been trying to fit her lips around Ben's monster, but by now she was becoming visibly upset, knowing that her chances of being able to make him cum in the next 7 minutes were decreasing with every passing moment. Ben, presumably to help her out, had placed her small hand on to his shaft and had begun wanking himself by directing it back and forth.

"No, no, no," said Scott walking up behind Shilpa and placing the gun against her head, "she needs to do all the work, or she fails her task."

Shilpa began crying, and after a few more tugs Ben withdrew his hand.

"But I can't... h-h-he's too big..." she sobbed after yet again failing to get him inside her mouth.

Scott looked down at her next to Ben and smiled to himself.

"Perhaps you're right... I suppose this is a little unfair," he sniggered, looking around the room. "You," he said, pointing the gun at Vanessa, "swap places with her."

Vanessa pulled Chris' six inch hard-on from her mouth and began to protest.

"That's not fair! I'm doing what you told us to do. He's almost done!"

Scott drew the gun in her direction causing the colour to drain from her lightly tanned face. 

Vanessa was a manager in Operations (I'm not 100% sure, but she may actually have been Ben's manager), and had been married for 16 years. Although at 45 she was the eldest of all 5 women, she was still a very attractive lady, and probably could have passed for late 30's. She was a keen gym member so still had a tight body, and her large breasts still looked pretty firm for her age (how much of that was due to her bra we didn't yet know). 

After momentarily staring down the barrel of a gun, Vanessa reluctantly shuffled her way across the floor, and swapped places with Shilpa. As she moved her gaze away from one weapon, she turned to Ben only to find his long shaft staring at her face. She looked up at Ben (who seemed to have a slight smirk - although perhaps it was just a trick of the eye) before taking him in her hands and directing him in to her mouth. 

Wrong as it was, this whole scene had an effect on me, and my body's earlier reluctance to get involved had completely dissolved. By now Jenny had taken me out of her mouth to give her jaw a brief rest, and had started running her tongue up and down the underside of my shaft. I know it was wrong, but seeing my now erect penis glistening with her saliva and effectively resting on her beautiful face and glasses, I no longer cared what the situation was, I simply wanted to cum in this young woman's mouth. 

"5 minutes..." shouted Scott, standing behind us five men so he could watch the girls perform their task and keep an eye on the group at the same time.

Stacey, who had so far refused to take part, was beginning to look worried. 

"Look Stacey, I know you don't want to do this," Dwayne whispered, staring down at her, "None of us do, but if you don't do something, this psycho's gonna kill you."

Stacey glared back up at him. 

"Yeah, like you don't want me to give you a blowjob you fucking scumbag! I've seen the way you all look at me, picturing me in your sick little fantasies. Even if you were the last man on earth, there's no way I'd go anywhere near..." 

Before she could finish her sentence, she was interrupted by the barrel of Scott's gun pushing against the back of her head.

"If you think for one second that I won't splatter your brains on to this floor once the time's run out, you've got another thing coming," whispered Scott, crouching down to her ear. "You have just over 4 minutes to make this man cum in your mouth, or your life ends. Your choice."

Stacey's face drained of all colour. Despite everything that had gone on already, it took this moment for her predicament to truly become clear. Either she started giving Dwayne, someone she considered disgusting, a blowjob, or she would be killed. Not only that, even if she did acquiesce and start blowing Dwayne, she now only had 4 minutes to make him cum. As someone who rarely gave blowjobs, this seemed like a near impossible task, and tears filled her eyes as she leant forward and took Dwayne's soft penis in her hand.

Stacey had been right. She probably was the hottest girl in the organisation, and most of the guys in the office had at some point discussed how they'd love to fuck her. However, what she probably didn't realise was that most of the guys didn't just want to fuck her because she was stunningly beautiful, but also because she was an absolute bitch. Nearly every discussion I'd overheard on the matter had ended with someone saying something along the lines of "I'd fucking ruin that bitch and teach her a lesson". 

Although I don't recall Dwayne ever taking part in any of these discussions, I do know that he disliked her a lot due to her constantly looking down her nose at him every time he spoke to her. Now, here he was with his dick in her hand, watching as she grudgingly moved her soft red lips toward his limp penis. 

As I watched Stacey take my friend in to her mouth, I once again felt Jenny's lips wrap around my own dick. Looking back down, I tentatively placed my hand on her head as she started moving it back and forth. No objection came. 

"3 minutes people," shouted Scott, "you have 3 minutes to show me your guy's cum in your mouth, and then swallow every last drop"

I once again stared around the room to see what was happening. Sean still had his eyes closed, and was continuing to direct Vicky's mouth up and down his shaft. He probably looked like he was closest to cumming, (although by now I too could feel that I wasn't far off). Shilpa appeared to be much more comfortable with Chris' size and was giving what appeared to be a pretty good blowjob. Ben was finally getting his dick sucked, but didn't look like he was particularly close, and Stacey appeared to be giving Dwayne one of the worst blowjobs I'd ever seen.

I looked back at the rest of the group and saw that most of them were looking away, refusing to take part or witness what was happening. However, amongst the numerous women crying and cuddling up to each other, I was surprised to see one or two of the men seemingly hypnotized by what was happening.

"I'm cumming!"

My head spun around, as did the other three in the row, and I watched as Sean begun pumping himself in and out of Vicky's mouth. After a few final thrusts, he let out a deep breath and pulled himself away from her lips. 

"Let me see," said Scott, moving in closer to get a better look.

Vicky opened her mouth and showed him the pool of semen resting on her tongue.

"Good. Now swallow," he said aiming the gun at her head.

Vicky closed her mouth and eyes, and gulped the warm load down her throat. 

"Good," he said. "Now, both of you go and stand over there."

Sean pulled his trousers back up and sheepishly followed Vicky back to where they'd been directed, both avoiding eye contact with each other.

Seeing Vicky swallow Sean's load brought me to the brink and I looked down to tell Jenny I was close. She just stared back up at me and continued to suck. 

For the next few seconds I watched Jenny's beautiful face bobbing up and down my dick, and tried to capture the moment in my mind. Her creamy skin shimmering under the lights above us. Her beautiful pink lips wrapped around my shaft, leaving a trail of saliva every time she pulled them back. Her pretty green eyes, framed by the black mascara she'd applied earlier in the evening, and the sexy glasses she wore. The overhead view of her small breasts packed tightly in to her new dress. This was a moment I would never experience again, not with a girl like this...

Within seconds I started to cum. Despite Scott's instructions, I could tell that Jenny had started to swallow, but she must have quickly realised her error and stopped in time to leave some on her tongue.

"Good," Scott said having watched Jenny swallow the remainder of my load, "now you two can join your friends... The rest of you have two minutes. TWO minutes."

I helped Jenny to her feet and quietly apologised. She just gave a reluctant smile and walked over towards Vicky. I got myself fully dressed and stood myself next to Sean. 

As I looked back over to the remaining couples, I saw Dwayne grab the back of Stacey's head.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!" she screamed, pulling her head away. 

Dwayne stared at her angrily. "Look here bitch. I know you'd prefer to be looking down your nose at me rather than sucking my dick, but unless you make me cum in the next two minutes you're a dead woman. Given that you are fucking awful at giving head, you either let me take control, or you're fucked..."

Stacey was shocked in to silence and offered little resistance as Dwayne redirected her mouth towards his dick and started fucking her face.

"I'm cumming!" declared Chris as his legs appeared to buckle slightly. Shilpa's face screwed up in disgust as he began unloading in her mouth. 

"Show me..." said Scott.

Shilpa opened her mouth, her eyes still screwed up, and showed Scott the deposit left by Chris. After getting the ok, she hesitated briefly before swallowing. Despite gagging a couple of times, she managed to keep it down, before angrily pulling herself up off the floor and glaring at Chris. 

"That tasted fucking disgusting," she muttered as she stormed back towards the others. 

"One minute," shouted Scott, "looks like you two might be in trouble."

Almost as soon as Scott had finished, Ben reached down and yanked the top of Vanessa's dress down, exposing her amazing breasts. I say amazing, because even at 45 they still looked wonderfully firm. Like the rest of her skin, her large areolas were a warm bronze colour, showing everyone who was watching that she regularly sunbathed with her top off.

Vanessa immediately pulled Ben's large member out of her mouth and started to protest.

"What the fuck are..."

But before she finished her sentence, a jet of cum hit her on the lip and she quickly had to position her mouth back around Ben's head and take what she could in her mouth. 

When Ben yanked her dress down, I'd automatically assumed (and I think most people had) that he'd done it to help him get closer to cumming. Given that he'd started cumming almost instantly after doing it, it seemed to me that he did it because it was the only opportunity he'd likely get to see his manager's tits.

Scott moved in front of Vanessa and told her to show him Ben's cum. She opened her mouth and swallowed once approved.

"Now lick your lips and make sure you get what's on your chin."

As instructed, Vanessa licked her lips and scooped up the cum that had run down her chin with her finger, sucking it to prove that she'd taken every last drop.

"Good. Now join the others."

Vanessa stood up refusing to make eye contact with Ben. She pulled her dress back up over her breasts and joined the other ladies.

"And only one remains!" rejoiced Scott, pointing his gun at Stacey.

By now Dwayne had become more ferocious with his thrusts, and mascara was running down Stacey's cheeks as she gagged.

With what must have been less than 30 seconds left, Dwayne began to tense up and declared, "I'm cumming!"

As the first of Dwayne's cum hit the back of her throat, Stacey's cheeks momentarily puffed out, and her eyes grew wider. Immediately she began choking, causing the fresh semen to fly out of her mouth and land on the floor in front of her. Still choking, she jerked away from Dwayne's penis and covered her mouth with her hand, only for the next string of cum to hit her on the back of it before eventually resting on her nose. Dwayne's hand took over from Stacey's mouth, and he finished himself off, with three more jets of cum, all hitting Stacey's tarnished face.

"Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear," said Scott, shaking his head and placing the gun against Stacey's temple. "I told you you needed to swallow it all. Looks like you've failed, bitch..."

As Scott raised his gun to Stacey's head, she burst in to tears and began begging for her life.

"I told you you needed to swallow every last drop... now it's time to pay."

Stacey turned around to him and frantically began wiping the cum off of her face with her hand and depositing it in her mouth.

After taking a few seconds to contemplate his next move, Scott grinned at Stacey and motioned to the floor. "I said every... last... drop."

Stacey followed his gaze and looked down at Dwayne's feet where two small splashes of cum sat on the wooden dancefloor. Fighting her revulsion, she hesitantly moved her hand towards the mess and went to scoop it up with her fingers.

"With your tongue..." Scott said, smiling.

Stacey paused for a second, tears rolling down her cheeks, before slowly bending down, and licking the remaining cum off of the dirty floor with her tongue.

"Good whore," said Scott, smiling as he sarcastically patted her on the head. "Now go and join your whore friends."

Stacey pulled herself up from her knees, and, without acknowledging anyone, walked over to her colleagues where she stood, shoulders slumped, tears dropping to the floor. Dwayne pulled his trousers up and followed.

"Bitches like this..." Scott said, turning to the main group, "bitches who consider themselves to be better than others, better than me, simply because they happen to have a pretty face... well, they're not better than me. I'm better than them. They should do what I tell them... Do what I want..."

He walked over and picked up the bin full of valuables, eyes still focused on the group.

"These bitches, these... these WHORES, they deserve what happened to them tonight. They deserved the lesson I taught them... we taught them. They deserved our judgement. Don't let them fool you otherwise."

Scott slowly backed himself towards the door, all the time waving his gun wildly causing everyone to cower. After a few steps, the heel of his right boot hit the door, causing it to rattle in its frame. Keeping his gaze firmly on the group, he used his free hand to fumble with the lock, and within an instant he had disappeared. 

The relief that filled the room was almost tangible. Everyone released a collective breath of relief, shortly followed by men and women alike dropping to their knees, breaking down in to tears. Whilst I shared their relief, the overwhelming emotion running through my body was shame. Now that our ordeal was over, the realisation of what I'd been part of hit me like a tsunami. I knew I'd had no choice, and, more importantly, so did everyone else, but that didn't stop people treating me and the other four men as if we were partly responsible. 

When the police turned up they held us at the station for as long as possible while they tried to work out what laws we'd broken if any. Stacey demanded that Dwayne be charged with oral rape, and encouraged the other women involved to push for similar charges. For a while it looked like charges might be made, especially for Dwayne who Stacey had argued had taken unnecessary enjoyment out of her humiliation, but eventually all five of us were released without charge. 

The police had concluded that trying to make rape charges stand when we too had been forced to take part was going to prove almost impossible, especially when so many witnesses, including the four other women involved, had supported our claims. Stacey and her lawyer continued to press for action to be taken against Dwayne, but after a while the police made clear that they weren't willing to look down that route any further, and they should instead let them concentrate on catching Scott.

In the end Scott was arrested after being caught trying to sell some of the rings and watches taken from the party. The papers followed the story closely, some completely unashamed in their coverage, even making unwanted 'celebrities' of some of the women and using their good looks to keep the story in the public conscious. 




The Hostage Situation



Eventually the trial began and the background behind Scott's actions slowly began to come out. It turned out that, as he'd claimed that evening, he had worked in an office when he was younger, but quit after being cruelly spurned by one of the females on his team. In a bout of depression, his existing casual drug use developed in to a dependency, and he quickly fell in to a life of crime to fund his habit. After years of abuse, Scott developed an acute form of schizophrenia which doctors explained will have been present throughout his life but was magnified by the effects of drugs. It was this illness, they argued, that had caused him to perform such a heinous crime, and they urged the judge to take this in to account in his sentencing. The judge did indeed consider their plea, and sentenced Scott to receive ongoing psychiatric treatment whilst serving his sentence. However, he said that the crime was so troubling that he had no option but to issue a maximum possible sentence. 

As for me, like most of the others involved, I took a few weeks off to try and get my head around what happened, but ended up resigning shortly after returning to work. In all the company had about 20 people leave within 3 months of the incident occurring. I still see Dwayne every now and then, but only when we're drunk do we relive the events of that night... and only when we're very drunk do we toast the glorious moment that Dwayne put Stacey firmly in her place.



The Hostages



My name is Richard Schwartz and I am married to Ellen Schwartz. We have been married for three years. Currently I am being held prisoner by Farc rebels deep in the Colombian jungle. I am being held with the wife of my best friend Amy Wallace. My wife and Ellen's husband Jeff are being held out of our view on the other side of this rebel camp This journal is being written with the permission of my captors in that they don't seem to care that I am writing it. 

My story started with a vacation. I've known Jeff Wallace since college we did everything together at school. We pledged the same fraternity and started on the college baseball team. We even met our wives at the same time. Ellen and Amy were both dateless at a school dance because their beaus were last minute no shows. I was taken with Ellen, although to be honest I've always been attracted to Amy as well but there seemed to be the most fireworks between Ellen and myself and Amy and Jeff.

I really don't have to tell you that we served as each others best man and that the girls were maid of honor and matron of honor to each other. We even ended up buying houses in the same subdivision. Jeff and I do not work together. He is a high level international lawyer. I lucked into a golden opportunity and now own a luxury golf course. Each of us are wealthy men. Our wives have done well also. Amy litigates next to Jeff while Ellen owns a flower shop near the college campus. I am amazed at the money she brings in on Valentine's day and formal dance season. The rest of her year is not too bad either.

We were in Columbia as guests of the Wallace's. Amy and Jeff are both fluent enough in Spanish to pass for native speakers. They spend lots of time in South and Central America as representatives for major corporations and have a knowledge of the area most Americans will never possess. Neither Ellen nor myself speak Spanish. I took German in high school and college and Amy is quite adept at French. She was a lifesaver when we on vacation in Paris. Anyway Amy and Jeff wanted to give us the tour of South America that they loved. Beyond the tourist traps to the small villages and remote attractions. Ellen and I just let The Wallace's interact with the natives and interpret the menus for us at all of the quaint restaurants we stopped in. It was wonderful until Jeff decided that we just HAD to see a remote waterfall so off into the jungle we went. I had no clue as to where I was then and I sure as shit have no clue as to where I am now.

Our small touring party strayed into Farc territory. Farc members are not nice folks they want to bring down the Columbian government by any means possible. They have tons of illegal drug money to fund their operation. Our party was stopped. Once they had our passports it was all over for us. Jeff and Amy had worked for interests that were mortal enemies of Farc. In these days when the internet pierces even into the jungle it did not take long for our captors to realize that Jeff and Amy made very enticing hostages. If the U.S. Would not bargain with them, one of the corporations or entities that Jeff and Amy had represented would certainly play ball. Ellen and I, as fellow Americans were considered useful as well. The rest of our party was permitted to return to civilization. The four of us were led deeper into the jungle to the rebel base

It took about three minuets for the rebels to assess everyone's language ability. Before I could even protest, I was chained hand and foot to Amy and led off to one side of the camp and Ellen and Richard were led out of sight.

"What's happening?" I asked Amy

"Jeff and I have worked for enemies of these rebels. We are now hostages or leverage for concessions. They split me and Richard up so that they don't have to explain everything twice and so that they don't have to go through interpreters. Get comfortable we are going to be here a while."

We were led to a large tent. We were unchained but could make no move as several AK 47's were aimed at our stomachs. Were were ordered to empty our pockets then I heard something shouted in Spanish.

"Take off your clothes," said Amy "We've been ordered to strip."

I had always wanted to see Amy naked. She is a knockout. Five six, long brown hair, long shapely legs, Ample bust and a cute face. Her jaw is a bit large but it does not distract from her beauty. To be honest I chose Ellen over Amy the night of that dance because I liked her legs better. Amy is an inch shorter but is just as beautiful. Her auburn hair cascades around an angelic face. Her shapely legs lead to a flat tummy and smaller but perky breasts. To be honest both are stunners.

I shed my clothes. I write here that I was a gentleman and averted my eyes from the nakedness of my best friend's wife. Let's let that little fiction stand. I learned about the birthmark on her right buttocks and the style of her bush from a friend. Yeah we'll go with that. If its any consolation I caught Amy gazing at my junk more than once.

Amy translated as the Farc bigwig spoke.

"You are prisoners of war. The undeclared war between the United States and Farc. You will be treated as such and be held until your government accedes to our demands or pays your ransom."

The man then focused on Amy

"You and your husband are the worse kind of imperialist scum." Then he spat at her.

While we were still naked Amy and I were chained together. Handcuffs and leg fetter. The rebels produced some clothing. Each of us received a simple pair of pajama pants and a shirt. There were velcro fasteners down one side so that they could be put on and removed over our chains. We were also given moccasins for our feet. A short rebel with bad breath dressed Amy and myself. We were then frog marched to a small tent and chained to a ring in a large concrete block. It was easily half a ton.

"Well Richard it looks like we are going to get very cozy. It will be several days at least before the fact of our captivity reaches Washington. D.C. Neither the government nor Jeff and my firn negotiates with terrorists which is what they consider Farc. Jeff and I are too important to just let rot however. But it may be a month or more before the Navy Seals can locate, sneak in and rescue us. Not quite the vacation we promised you is it?"

"What's happening to Jeff and Ellen" I asked Amy.

"Obviously they are chained up elsewhere in the camp. Its a simple tactical move to keep us separated . That way IF there IS a raid, the rebels will probably be awakened before both sets of hostages are freed and they would be able to retain one set of prisoners."

"I'm not sure that I like the idea of Ellen and Jeff chained up together."

"Neither do I said Amy. I NEVER liked the way my husband looked at your wife. There is nothing we can do about it however I expect that we are going to come to know every pore of each others flesh in a short time as well. I don't think they will take off these chains if we have to go to the bathroom for example.

A guard entered out tent and Amy asked to use the bathroom in Spanish. The guard laughed and undid the padlock on the chain keeping us bound to the concrete. Hobbled together we were led at gun point to a latrine. Without ceremony our pants were opened along the velcro and removed. There were were in the open air exposed before the whole camp. This time I noticed what a beautiful pussy Amy had. In the latrine itself there was just enough give in the chains that Amy could sit down and do her business. Once she was finished We changed places. I had to take a monster dump and poor Amy had to stand there ignoring the smells and sounds. Once we were finished and out of the latrine, our pants were put back on and we were led to our tent. 

While we were out of the tent some supplies had been left for us. Soap, a deck of cards, a towel, some Spanish novels, some crackers and an empty journal and some pens. Since Amy showed no interest, I began keeping a journal immediately. 

Our day passed slowly. I rested my back on the concrete block and Amy snuggled next to me and fell asleep on my shoulder. I realized how lovely she is. Even without makeup she is stunning. Through a gap in the velcro snaps of her pajama top I could see her right breast. Let me tell you, Amy has some great tits. They are larger and nicer than my Ellen's. 

Late in the afternoon the rebels gave us our only meal of the day. It was a fiery concoction of rice and meat. Amy ate it with no problem. I on the other hand had to keep asking for the agua. That made our captors laugh. I understood the word "gringo" and that they were mocking me. I didn't care. Around nightfall the rebels led us to the latrine again. There was also a small camp sink where we could brush our teeth. Still later the rebels replaced the shorter chain binding us to the cement block with a longer one so that Amy and I could lie down They provided some pillows and blankets and we turned in for the night. 

I awoke in the middle of the night to find Amy wrapped about me. It felt good and looked good. Her hair was splayed out across my chest like a chestnut carpet. Gently I stroked her hair with my free hand. It felt divine. Gently I let my free hand take a tour of her sleeping form. She did not stir. Her tits were firm and perfect Her legs long and shapely. I liked what was under the pajamas as well. I felt ashamed of myself. Would I want my wife to be explored like this by Jeff?

I thought long and hard. Jeff was my best friend If there was any woman I could tolerate Ellen being with it was Jeff. He was a decent guy but I worried. Jeff had confided in me once how lucky he thought I was to be married to Ellen. I told him that he had a fine looking woman himself. Jeff replied that he KNEW that but there was something so undeniably sexy about my wife. Something that Amy didn't have. I told him he was nuts and got his solemn oath that he would never act upon his attraction to Amy. I wondered how long that promise would withstand being chained to her, seeing her naked, and sharing bathroom trips. I got an involuntary raging hard on.

Amy took that moment to stir.

"Oh your awake. Having trouble sleeping?" 

"No I'm lost in thought."

"About what?" Amy asked

"About Ellen and Jeff for one thing."

"I hope, sort of, that that is the reason your stiffy there." She nodded in the direction of my penis.

"Sorry about that. Part of it is the thought of them together the other part is caused by our involuntary closeness. You are very beautiful Amy."

"Thank you Richard. I've always considered you handsome ... HOWEVER I am not attracted to you. You should know this. During our girls night out Ellen got really drunk one night and told me that she wanted to fuck my husband. She apologized once she sobered up but I have been very leery about leaving the two of them alone for any length of time. I shudder to think what is going on in their tent."

Amy reached over and grabbed my penis.

"Amy!"

"Richard while I am not attracted to you I know that a man has needs. I'll jerk you off and blow you once a day to keep your impulses under control. You won't be the first man I have blown that I didn't love. All I ask in exchange is that you behave as a gentleman at all times and that you do not try to make me do anymore than that. And once our captivity is over what happened during it stops and is never mentioned again. I expect that I am going to have a devil of a time getting the taint of Amy off my husband's cock once this is over. He will mope for a while and threaten to leave me but in the end he'll come back and beg forgiveness. He's an overgrown boy. You are more of a man Richard. To be honest part of me wishes that I could get hot for you but you are simply not my type. No, when this is over the odd man out is Ellen, unless you want to take her back. If I were you I wouldn't." Then Amy freed my penis from my pajamas and without any fuss at all began jerking me off. I watched in fascination as her wedding ring slid along my cock until her hand wrapped around it and she began pumping away. Amy is supremely talented. I had just enough time to warn her before I came in torrents.

"You can't deny that you needed that." Said Amy as she pulled the pajama back over my rapidly deflating mast. 

"if you enjoyed that just wait for my blow jobs. To be honest those are what will bring Jeff back around. I've seen Amy give head ... I am so much better. But you'll find out .. later"

With that Amy turned away from me the best she could and was soon once again fast asleep. Shortly thereafter I joined her in slumber, grinning from ear to ear.

The next few days blended together. We were roused at dawn, led to the latrine and then spent hours chained up awaiting our meal before the night routine of latrine and face washing and tooth brushing During all that time we did not see our spouses but we knew what tent they were in. Amy heard some of the guards refer to the "La carpa Romantico" which she translated as "the love tent." From what Amy could deduce they were apparently fucking ALL the time.

I really didn't care at this point because Amy was true to her word. Around noon each day she sucked me off. God is she talented! Deep thrusts and gentle tongue action. Now I know why Jeff so often had that goofy smile on his face. Best of all she swallowed. After dinner just after we were set down to bed she jerked me off. At all other times I treated her with utmost respect. I looked away when she was naked or on the pot.

Around the fifth or sixth day Amy and I were led to one side of the camp, next to a water tanker truck. A male guard stripped us and hooked a hose up to the truck. Amy and I were hosed off and washed everywhere, soap was provided then we were left to dry in the sun while our pajamas were washed and dried. 

Amy seemed to have a blase attitude as the male guards eyed her up and down. She made no effort to cover herself. Despite myself and the chill of the water I got an erection. This brought out laughter and mockery from the guards. After this totally humiliating experience was over we were at last redressed and led beck to our tent.

I asked Amy "How can you just stand there and not let it bother you. They were staring at you and making comments about us. I've picked up enough Spanish to know that they were talking about your body."

"It DOES bother me Richard but I am a litigator. I can't let my opponents see any weakness in me. These men are looking for any chink in my armor. They want to humiliate me and objectify me. I won't give them the satisfaction."

As the days passed my respect for Amy grew and grew. To pass time in the tent she translated as she read from one of the novels. It was a rather spicy story and Amy conjectured that it had once belonged to a guard as some of the spiciest passages were underlined. We also played cards but that soon lost interest as Amy regularly stomped me in every game we played no matter the card game. She called me the worst poker player in the world.

I offered Amy oral sex but she turned me down.

"I'm sorry Jeff only men who get me hot get to kiss my pussy. As I said you're handsome but NOT my type" 

When I explained that I felt guilty getting all of the release she replied.

"It is far better that you be mellowed and in control rather than pent up and demanding something I have no desire to give. You could easily overpower me Richard but you won't so long as you are sucked and jerked. I'm nothing if not a practical woman." 

Although I had intended to make an entry every day in my journal I had lost track of days almost immediately. Amy had a better sense of time we estimated that a month and a half had gone by. The night we figured was our 36th or 37th we we awakened by gunshots. Bleary eyed we awoke I spied a Navy seal in our tent. He motioned us to remain silent a moment later another seal appeared and began working on the chain holding us fast to the cement block and to each other. Amid gunfire, smoke bombs and search lights we were led to a Navy helicopter. Jeff and Ellen were already aboard, kissing deeply, Moments later we were choppering away to an American base in Columbia.

The next week was one of endless interviews with the state department. U.S. officials and Columbian officials. One long boring meeting after another. The military put Ellen and I in one hotel room and Jeff and Amy in another.

"So Ellen," I asked one night, "What happened while you and Jeff were alone." 

"Oh nothing much."

"What about that kiss in the helicopter?"

"we were just overcome with the emotion of the moment." 

She changed her tune when I found a pregnancy test kit in the trash. It was positive.

Ellen confessed everything, how she had always been attracted to Jeff and that when they were thrown together she discovered that he felt the same way about her and one thing led to another. She was crying into my chest begging forgiveness. I responded with stone cold silence.

As always Amy was right. She had gotten a confession out of Jeff the first night. He whined and insisted that he and Ellen were "destined" to be together Amy explained why that was not the case. She told Jeff that he was a lousy husband but that despite everything she still loved and needed him. A few days and more than a few blow jobs later Jeff was his old self again and my wife was just a pleasant memory to him. 

I still see Ellen from time to time, Her son looks just like Jeff. Amy set up a very nice settlement for Ellen. Money and a new flower shop in another town Among the terms were she had to leave town and promise to not seek any money beyond that agreed upon. I helped her set up house and store and once in a while she will invite me to dinner. But I am seeing a very nice woman now. She has never met and never will meet Jeff.

The End



The Hostel



He stood at reception, bored. The hostel was busy. All of the private rooms were full, and most of the shared dorms too. It was to be expected this time of year. 'Mid-summer fest' it was called, the music and party atmosphere attracting people from all over the world. Hostels were the accommodation of choice, cheap, easy, and discreet. But the party had started, and he was working. 

The 'fest' was an all day event. People would struggle back to the hostel for sleep, shower, and a change of clothes, before heading back out for more. He had been given glimpses of what it was like. Passing comments of excellence from punters, who didn't want to be caught chatting, when there was still so much to do. He yearned to be out there, free, and doing whatever the mood took. But he was stuck here, reality was a hard mistress. 

The party really came to life around nine pm. It's when all the pubs, clubs and the main stage were in full swing, with the party goers in different stages of drunkenness, from jolly to polluted. 

He was finished at 2am, checking the clock for the seventh time in the last ten minutes, he once again seen it was another two and a half hours till he finished, and he was bored. 

He had tried everything. He called his friends on the work phone, but they were too busy partying. He had aimlessly surfed the internet, checked his e-mail and social pages, been on chat rooms, and surfed for some porn. But this had only served to remind him, how longs it had been since he'd 'gotten some', and the subsequent hard on, he had endured for the best part of an hour.

In his endless boredom he had even cleaned up the main reception area. Squaring the stack of magazines, which stood on the pitted, wood coffee table, in front of the main blue sofa. Sweeping sweet wrappers, and crumbs, from the floors, and even cleaned the windows of the glass outside door. Things he would never have done, had he not needed to be somewhere else so bad.

He had the top half of the doors clean, when he became frustrated with the task, threw the cleaning products into the cupboard, and sat down behind the chest high reception desk, in the large, black leather, swivel chair. He put his head back, folded his arms, with an audible sigh,

'Fuck it!' and closed his eyes. 

He was awoken by the gentle ringing of the hostel door, as it opened and closed. He suddenly became very interested in the computer screen in front of him, quickly accessing his e-mail account. He waited for the head to pop over the counter, complaining, as he wiped sleep from his eyes. 

Perhaps it was just the wind; he lifted himself out of the seat, to look over the counter, and froze. The sound he heard surprised and aroused him in one horrible moment. It had been a girl's gentle, giggling laugh. 

It was not uncommon for patrons to stumble home with a date, fall on the first thing that looked comfortable, i.e. the reception sofa, and start getting busy. But it had never happened when he was there.

Straining, he heard the sound of whispering, and more giggling. Damn it! Everyone was having more fun than he was. He was fucked if he was going to leave them to it; he had done enough cleaning tonight.

Lifting his head above the counter, he was about to shout a warning, when the words died in his throat. It was only two women.

One had black hair, sitting on the sofa, with her back to him. The other looked to be in her late thirties. She had dark auburn hair, blue eyes, and a great smile. They seemed engrossed, whispering to each other. The black haired girl, had her blue jeaned legs crossed, idly, stroking the other girls hand, which was gently caressing her knee, lower thigh, region.

He couldn't hear what was said, but the auburn woman seemed to nod and smile, then the black hair girl, leaned gently in. 

Deans, heart began to pound in his chest, blood rushing to his head; he seemed to become tunnel visioned. He though he was going to pass out, his breath coming in short gasps.

Just before their hair obscured all that was going to happen, at the last moment, auburn's eyes darted in his direction, widened, and she jumped up.

'Oh, hello. We didn't see you there, are you not out tonight?'

'Hi 'he squeaked, cleared his throat and tried again.

'Hi', was all he managed, until he realised he'd said that, and was staring.

'No, drew the short straw tonight, I guess ', He was red faced, and flustered, but he managed a smile to hide his embarrassment. 

'Well, I'm Jen, this is Tia. We thought everyone was out'

'I'm Dean, nice to meet you both'

Jen raised her hand in greeting. Tia, still seated, turned slightly, smiled and also gave a small wave, it allowed him his first really look at the pair.

They both seemed about average height, Jen seeming the taller. She had a good build, and shapely, but a far cry from what you might call 'fat'. Her hair hung straightened to her shoulders, the white t-shirt, seemed to show her breasts to good advantage. They weren't large, like the ones he had seen on the internet, but certainly big. He noticed she wore blue jeans, that clung to the curve of her hips, thighs, and what a great ass. 

Tia, still sitting, was the younger of the two, possibly in her mid-twenties. She had short black hair, and sallow skin to match. Her eyes, dark and mysterious, and her smile, made you feel she knew all your secrets. Compared to Jen, she had a smaller build, but gave the impression she had a gym membership. Lovely, long, shapely legs, and great tits. 

'What?' Dean was dragged back to reality. He had been asked a question, and he was staring like a dolt.

'I said when are you finished for the night?' As Jen spoke, Tia rose from the sofa and stepped quickly up to Jen. They spoke in hushed, sharp whispers, looking intently at each other during the conversation. Dean instantly felt like he was intruding on something, not feeling confident enough to disturb them with his answer.

Whatever was said, Tia was definitely in control, and when Jen nodded in understanding, Tia smiled at Dean, and moved down the hall towards the residence area, leaving Jen and Dean alone.

'Eh, I'm finished about two. Are you two having a good night?'

'Yea we love it here, been a few times actually' 

Dean was excited that Jen seemed to take an interest in him, although she was a bit older, she was hot.

'So are you going out afterwards, meeting your girlfriend' Jen asked, stepping a bit closer, resting her elbows on the counter, and smiling that winning smile. He could see she had been drinking, but was a long way from drunk.

'Yea, I mean no, I mean....' Her attention was making him flustered. Why was this happening, he thought he was good with women?

She laughed at his insecurity, a rich full sound, that couldn't help but relax, and make him smile.

'What I mean to say is, I'm going out, but I don't have a girl friend'

Jens eyes widened slightly, and she bit her full, bottom lip. Like a hungry man, who suddenly found himself faced with a feast.

'Ah that's too bad' reaching over the counter, she grabbed a biro, and a yellow sticky note, and scribbled something down. Dean tried to see what it was by looking sideways, but Jen was left-handed, so covering everything.

'Ok Dean, it was great to meet you' she said again smiling. Jen reached across and pushed the sticky note on to his chest below his shoulder. 

'What's this?' asked Dean, now confused, but he didn't want to take the note off. She seemed happy it was there, and he didn't want to change that.

'Oh it's something to do in case you're bored' She was looking into his eyes now and grinning at him. Hands folded beneath the wonderful breasts, he longed to touch.

'At two, when you finish, if you don't fancy going out, ring that number. It's my mobile. Only ring it once, and I will text you back our room number. You can pop round if you want, but don't leave it too late, eh?' With that she followed Tia, leaving Dean shell-shocked, at what had just happened.

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For the next two hours, Dean replayed everything, over and over, in his head. Did he miss anything, was he wrong. Did he pick up the wrong signals, and worst of all, what if it was a set up? His body cried yes, but his mind, couldn't seem to comprehend.

Before he knew it, a bleary eyed Jason was standing in front of him, it was two o clock, time-up. It was clear Jason had been out partying, he was still half cut. But then even a half cut person could run this place.

They exchanged pleasantries before places, and Dean headed to the bar next door to mull over his decision. It didn't take long. 

Dean knocked; Jen opened the door and smiled at him. The room's private interior was dim, with some soft rock music playing low in the back ground. Patience, by Guns 'N Roses, a favourite of his, fitting it seemed to cry.

'Great to see you again Dean, come in and make yourself comfortable'

'Thank', Dean walked slowly, and unsurely, into the room. The room had two beds, a single and a double, a bedside locker stood in between.

As Dean entered he saw Tia lying on the other bed, arm folded behind her head on the pillow, long-necked beer in the other. She nodded to Dean, and then indicated to a small fridge by the closet. Dean helped himself and sat on the edge of the single bed facing Tia, and tried not to stare.

Tia was topless, and he had been right, she had great tits. Her nipples dark, and hard, one glistened in the candlelight, still wet. He had disturbed something; the thought sent a rush of blood to his cock, and cheeks.

His breath quickened, each breath tingling with excitement, as Jen returned and lay down beside Tia, side facing Dean. With a quick smile at him, she lowered he face to Tia. Their lips touched, gently at first, Tia turning her face toward Jen. This quickly turned to passion, heavy breathing, and gentle mewing.

Dean was so hard; he gulped at his bottle, hardly believing what he was seeing. His cock stiffened in his jeans, uncomfortably so. He needed to move, but didn't dare distract the ladies, for fear of them stopping.

Jen tipped her hair to one side of her face, Dean could see everything. Her hands roved Tia's tight body, grabbing her great tits and gently working the nipple between her fingers, before running her nails down her belly. Tia moaned, as Jen tucked her fingers under her waist band, pulling back in passion, lifting Tia's hips off the bed.

Then Tia pulled back, looked deep into Jen's eyes, then whispered something that made Jen look at Dean, with hunger in her eyes.

Dean felt the tunnel vision happening again as Jen moved towards him. Tia once more propped herself up on the pillow, awaiting the show. But she was soon forgotten.

As Jen reached him, she knelt, and reached to unbutton his jeans

'Jen I'm not sur ....' he started, but Jen smiled and shushed him. Although she was older then he, she made him feel almost safe, and looked after.

As she opened his button's she pulled him to his feet, and worked his jeans and boxers, down to his ankles. Looking up she let out a sigh of excitement. 

Dean was by no means huge, a long shot from porn-star standards. But he reckoned he was above average, in length, and was proud of this girth. 

Jen smiled as she moved her hands up each leg, and bit her bottom lip as she curled her right hand around his shaft, using the other to gently cup his balls. He groaned deeply with how good it felt. Her sure and gentle touch, the feeling alone produced a drop of pre-cum. God he needed this.

Gently she moved her hand back, rolling the skin, to reveal his swollen head, which pumped in appreciation, and offered her a small gift. Jen smiled as she engulfed the head of his cock, her tongue working its underside.

Inside her mouth felt so good, warm, moist, and soft. His body wanted to grind, as she drew back, and twisted her hand firmly to the bottom of his shaft. His cock now fully erect, needed her full attention, and she knew it as she looked up at him and smiled.

Once again she took him in her mouth, and began to work his shaft, expertly in her hand at the same time. Her movement sure, and rhythmic. She moaned around his cock, the vibrations adding to his pleasure. Her free hand roamed his legs, rubbing and squeezing his butt cheek, it felt so good. It felt too good, with a small sense of panic, he realised he was about to cum.

It was too late, he was too far gone, and her movements too good to resist. He felt it building from deep inside him, as every part of him seemed to tense up in anticipation, he came.

With one last smooth movement, she worked her hand to the bottom of his shaft, but this time her mouth followed, and her free hand pushed him deep inside her as he came. In shock he tried to resist, but she used both hands to pull him back in, she wanted this.

He collapsed back onto the bed, as his climax subsided. He felt drained, but so, so good. Jen, knelt there, swallowed, then rose and moved over to Tia, who lay on the bed, practically panting, one hand buried beneath her panties, cheeks flushed. Jen straddled her, tossed her hair to one side, to give Dean a better look. 

Tia smiled and tilted her head back, opening her mouth wide for Jen. Looking over Dean saw these two beautiful women with heads not far apart, and he knew what was going to happen next. His cock started to twitch again.

Jen pursed her lips and allowed the cum she had left, to fall into Tia's waiting mouth. It fell right on her tongue, and Tia's eyes widened in surprise. Tia smiled as she rolled it, like a fine wine, around her mouth for a better taste, and smiled. Then Jen lowered her face, and kissed Tia passionately. As they kissed he could see them pass his cum back and forth between them, until Tia sat up, pushing Jen back onto the edge of the bed, her legs handing over the side of the bed facing Dean.

Jen, now breathing heavily, quickly removed her jeans, she was wearing black panties, but Dean didn't get a chance to admire them as they were quickly discarded on the floor, groaning she spread her beautiful legs in front of the kneeling topples Tia. Jens pussy looked amazing; she had a beautifully trimmed landing strip that led to the most welcoming pussy he had ever seen. Dean could feel his dick hardening again as Tia, pushed her tongue, and what was left of Deans cum, deep inside Jens pussy. Jen gasped with pleasure and rocked her head back, fingers clenching into the bed covers as she searched for the release. Tia wasted no time in working two fingers inside her as she suck and licked her clit with expert relish. She wanted to capture every drop, she tasted so good.

She loved Jen, but most of all she loved her sweet pussy, everything about it, she thought about it all the time, and liked nothing more then what she was doing now. Call her selfish, but she wanted Jen all to herself. But she knew Jen had fantasies, and to keep her, she wanted to fulfil some of those, that's where Dean came in. A quick look over and she seen he was ready. Jen had removed her top, her beautiful breasts bouncing with every shudder as Tia worked clit and fingers in unison. Jen was close to cumming, Tia knew her every move, from her pussy beginning to clench her fingers, to her eyes beginning to glass, even down to her breathing and the tightening of her nipples. Tia had to work fast.

She withdrew her fingers with a beautiful squelching sound, Jen moaning with the movement. Tia moved sideways, took a firm grasp of Dean by the shaft, without giving him time to protest pulled him over and into place between Jens needing thighs.

Tia rubbed Jens slit a few times with Deans solid shaft, then moved him into position. Jen was dripping wet; this was not going to be a problem. Tia seen Jens eyes starting to come back into focus, smiled, and thrust Deans shaft deep inside Jen, all the way. God it sounded so good. Jen cried out in surprise and pleasure, Tia moved. She stood on the bed in front of Jen, and pushed her head into her own wanting pussy. Tia moaned with pleasure as Jen responded immediately, licking and sucking on her own clit, this was another thing Tia loved about Jen, and she was great at giving head. Tia reached back and began to finger her own pussy, it was awkward, but felt so good, and she knew how it might look to Dean panting away behind her.

Dean couldn't believe his day. God this pussy felt so good, so wet, so tight, and so hot. Jen was moaning, but it was muffled by Tia's pussy. She was standing right in front of him and he could see everything she was doing to Tia, it looked so fucking hot. Moving his head forward, he ran his tongue up her left cheek, then her right. Tia responded by cocking her ass a little more backwards, opening up her cheeks ever so slightly for him. As he trust into Jens aching pussy, he ran his tongue again over her cheeks, making his way to his goal.

Tia responded again and he was finally able to lick the sweet centre. Jen suck her clit and Dean licking her ass, felt amazing, and Tia began to feel her own orgasm begin to build, and boy did she need it.. Dean pounding away, and Jen moaning was just what Tia wanted, she knew Jen was going to cum, pulling her own nipples, she knew she was very close, and she could hear Deans breathing quicken. Moving forward she laid Jen down flat, and then straddled just above her face, getting Jen to work her ass, while she watched Dean, and frantically rubbed her solid clit, she was going to cum.

Looking Dean in the eye, Tia said

'I want you to cum deep inside her, and then watch me eat it out', and she licked her lips for effect, and smiled

Deans eyes widened, his dick stiffened even more as he trust now at a frantic pace, Jen was panting uncontrollably, and Tia worked her cunny right to the brink. 

Jen came first, a screaming long, hard orgasm, her body shaking hard. Dean followed suit, fucking a hot pussy and watching another in front of him was too much, and did as he was asked, cumming inside Jen. Tia followed suit, another shuddering orgasm. They all lay back sweating, heaving, moaning, and happy, but Tia wasn't finished yet.



The Hostess



In my early twenties, I was working at one of those quirky, sports-themed, chain restaurants. I was a cook and I had been there a little over 2 years when she came into my life. Her name was Toni and she was one of the new college girls that we had hired for the summer. 

She instantly became the topic of conversation among all the other cooks, the busboys, the dishwashers, and the waiters. All of the girls that we hired that summer were pretty cool and liked to party but Toni was the best looking girl with the best body that I had ever seen. She was the hostess and because of that she didn’t have to wear the required uniform, but she was expected to look nice. With the body that Toni had, she could make a t-shirt and jeans look nice, but the dresses and skirts that she wore hugged every single, beautiful curve on her body. They were borderline inappropriate. My favorite was a pink dress that flared out over her hips perfectly and it was so tight across her ass that you would be able to see panty-lines if there were any.

Toni was a 19-year-old sophomore at the local college. She was 5’ 7”, maybe 115 lbs and had shoulder length, curly blond hair and had big, blue eyes. She appeared to untouchable, you know, one of those girls that just had to have a boyfriend and if she didn’t then there was no way any of us would get the time of day.

Since most of the night staff was younger, 18-24 years old, it was typical for us to get together at someone’s apartment after a weekend shift. This Saturday’s party was planned for my buddy Joe’s place. It was a dump, but had a huge basement that was perfect for parties. Joe’s 3 roommates all worked at other restaurants so there was usually a pretty good crowd at their parties.

About an hour after I got to work that day Joe came around the corner with the biggest shit-eating grin on his face.

“What’s with you?” I asked him.

“I asked Toni to come to the party” he replied.

“And?”

“Not only is she coming, she seemed to be excited just to be invited and she is bringing her roommates”.

He could hardly contain his excitement. Who could blame him?

Well, word spread pretty fast that Toni was coming to the party and it sounded like it was going to be quite a crowd.

I got off work early, went home and showered, picked up another buddy and hightailed it over to Joe’s place. The party was already going strong and they were already on their 2nd keg. We grabbed a couple of beers and mingled and visited with our friends.

I noticed a few guys in the corner all turn their heads to the bottom of the stairs and I followed their gaze. There she was and she had brought her 3 roommates. They were all good looking too. There was another blond (shorter and a little “bigger”…with huge tits), a brunette, and a longhaired, stunning Asian American. They were all dressed similar, short shorts and tight shirts, almost like they belonged in a club and not in some dark basement keg party. Immediately a “herd” of guys from all over the room and all walks of life surrounded them.

About an hour later I was refilling at the keg and started some small talk with the brunette. Her name was Kim and it seemed like we had just “hit it off” right away when we were interrupted by Toni.

“Hey Kim, you aren’t trying to steal my guy are you?” Toni asked.

Her guy? If memory served me right, she had barely spoken to me.

“Who Eddie? No, we were just getting to know each other. You guys work together?” The last question was aimed at me.

“Uh, yeah, that’s right.” I replied kind of tongue-tied.

The three of us engaged in a general bull session about some movie or some other topic that I can’t remember. Kim excused herself to find the restroom.

“I like your tattoo.” Toni said to me as she touched it on my left bicep. “It’s bigger than mine.” She added.

“You have a tattoo?” I asked.

“Yeah, it’s a heart.”

“Let’s see it.” I said as I scanned her visible body parts.

“I don’t think so,” she laughed. “It’s in a very private area”

My mind was racing, “So what” I said, “you’ve seen mine.”

She stared at me while she was thinking about the situation. “OK, but we have to find some place private.”

I wasted no time and grabbed her by the hand leading her upstairs. My first thought was the bathroom, but then time would be limited. Wait a minute; it dawned on me, JOE’S room. We made our way through the crowd, around the corner and then ducked into his room.

“OK, I’ll show you the heart, but you have to promise me that you won’t tell anyone about this” she said as she turned and locked the door.

“I promise” was my reply. She leaned back against the wall. Time seemed drag as she very slowly unbuttoned her shorts, unzipped them and pulled the right hand side down. There it was, a beautiful, red heart about the size of my thumbnail and about 2 inches to the side of the ultimate prize. I kneeled down for closer look.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she barely whispered.

“Just getting a better view.” I said.

I couldn’t believe my luck and quickly realized that I would never get a better opportunity so I leaned in real close and put my mouth right over the heart. Lightly grabbing the back of her perfect thighs, I began to suck on the heart, lick it and kiss it. Not getting any resistance made me bolder. I slid my hands up the back of her legs, grabbed the bottom hem of her shorts and pulled them down. Surprise, no underwear! Her stepping out of her shorts was my signal to proceed. I wasted no time in burying my face into her trimmed-up blond fur. She was already wet by the time my tongue easily pushed between her lips. I moved it back and forth, side to side, pushing it just barely inside and then tracing along the outside. She was breathing deeply when she grabbed the back of my head and pushed her pussy into my face. Although she was still leaning against the wall she was now setting the pace by moving her hips up and down on my face and tongue.

“I’m getting close, suck on my clit!” she hissed at me.

I did the best I could with my now limited mobility.

“Oh, oh, oh, oh, I’m gonna cummmmmm.” She was trying to be quiet but it wasn’t quite working. “Oh, yesssssssssss, that’s it right there, don’t stop, don’t stop!” The next noise was barely audible, “Unnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngh”

She pulled my face away from her, looked me right in the eye and said “You can’t fuck me if you don’t have a rubber.”

I grinned at her through my pussy juice stained face and showed her my condom.

“Put it on, NOW!” She told me sternly.

I undid my shorts, kicked them off and had that thing on in record time. Meanwhile she had taken off her shirt, turned around, bent over at the waist and rested her elbows on Joe’s desk.

“C’mon, hurry up and stick that dick inside me.” She ordered.

I wasted no time in getting behind her and my dick slid right into her tight, wet hole.

“Ooooooooooooh yeah that’s it, now FUCK ME hard” is all she said.

With my hands on her hips, I got into a steady rhythm. I alternated between watching my cock sliding in and out of her pussy and staring at her awesome body.

Once again I couldn’t believe my luck and I was so caught up in my own enjoyment that I didn’t notice that she had chosen this very spot for a reason. About five feet away and against the wall was a mirror. She was watching me fuck her in the mirror! Also, I noticed that she was playing with her nipples! Unbelievable! That sight, combined with everything else in this perfect evening, was enough to push me over the edge.

“I’m gonna cum!” I told her breathlessly.

“Do it! Do it now! I want you to cum!” she urged me on.

I couldn’t hold out any longer and it felt great. I exploded and it felt like I would never stop.

I was in the process of very carefully removing the condom when I noticed her using my boxers to wipe up all of her juice and cum from her crotch. At this point I didn’t care. She was dressed before I knew it and heading for the door.

“Oh, there’s one more thing.” She said.

I looked at her dumbfounded.

“I have a boyfriend, so if you tell a single person about what happened here, it will never happen again.”

I just nodded at her. She turned and left.

I am dying to tell my friends but it just isn’t worth risking one more chance at fucking that goddess!



The Hostess



Kobi was a struggling artist. All she wanted to do was get her art shown at a gallery, but not many people were interested in showing art that was an eclectic fusion of her Chinese and Japanese backgrounds. 

Lucky for her, she had a good paying job as a hostess at an up and coming fancy restaurant in the heart of the city. The job was almost perfect. It was nearby. It had flexible hours that allowed her to continue to work on her art and it paid very well for the hours she put in. The only problem was the owner. At first, he was polite. He hired her despite not having any previous experience. He said he liked her exotic looks and she had a friendly smile and personality to match her beautiful looks. But she was often late. She never meant to be, but when she started painting, she would simply lose track of time. 

One very important night, she was working on another piece she hoped would be the one for her. As she glanced up at the clock, she realized she was supposed to be at work in ten minutes. She hastily took a shower and threw on her favorite black cocktail dress and matching open toed heels and ran out the door. She was in such a rush that she didn't even have time to put on a bra or panties. 

As she walked into the restaurant trying to conceal the fact that she was late again, she knew she was trouble. The place was a madhouse. There were disgruntled customers complaining about their reservations and others upset about being passed over for open tables. 

As the owner spotted Kobi, he yelled out, "It's about damn time." 

Kobi rushed over repeated, "I'm sorry," in hopes she would not get fired. 

The owner simply responded, "Just get things situated here and I will talk to you later." 

Kobi thought this would be her last night for sure. As she started attending to several of the unhappy customers, she came across a very upset man. Apparently, this was no ordinary man. He was a renowned food critic making a surprise visit. Things were already not off to a good start as his reservation was for over an hour ago. On top of that, someone had spilled a drink on him while he was sitting and waiting at the bar. 

After Kobi apologized and told him he would be seated right away, she ran and found the owner. This was the last thing the owner needed tonight, and it took all his self-control not to lose it right there in the middle of the restaurant. He demanded that Kobi get the food critic seated right away in the private VIP area in the back and that she personally tend to his every need. He made sure to emphasize that this review could make or break the restaurant. 

Kobi politely escorted the food critic to his seat in the VIP section. 

She said with her biggest smile, "Just ask if you need anything to make your meal more enjoyable." 

He simply responded, "The food better be incredible." 

Kobi checked in as frequently as she could throughout the course of the meal, but it was not going well. The server had confused his order. When the food finally arrived, he complained that it wasn't cooked properly. After he pushed aside the remainder of his entrée, Kobi asked if he would like to see the desert menu. 

He replied with a sharp, "I don't want anything else. The food was sub-par. The service, slow and rude. If I were the owner I wouldn't want to read the review tomorrow." 

Kobi was distraught. She knew her job was lost now. If she wasn't fired already, this review would single-handedly kill business and she would be out of a job either way. As she exited the VIP section and was about to approach her boss with the bad news, she decided maybe there was something more she could do. 

As she re-entered the VIP room, she made sure to close the curtains behind her. As she reached the food critic, she slowly bent down just enough so that the food critic could see down her dress. 

With her sexiest voice, she asked him, "Are you sure you don't want desert?" 

He didn't even bother to look up and rejected the offer with a rude, "No." 

Kobi realized he had to get his attention, so she then sat down next to him in the booth and leaned in close. 

She whispered into his ear, "I highly recommend the special. It's a Chinese and Japanese dish. Made just for you." Then she slowly ran her hands up and down his thigh. 

The food critic looked up in surprise at first. It took him a second to realize the opportunity at hand. He looked straight at her exposed cleavage and replied, "Does the desert come with all the fixings?" 

Kobi smiled and replied, "It comes with everything." 

The food critic wiped the sweat off his brow as Kobi continued to caress his thigh. She felt his manhood start to rise in his pants and placed her hand over it. 

She asked again, "So would you like to try a piece?" 

The food critic slid his hand up her thigh as he asked, "Well, the desert does sound mouth-watering. I hope it will make me cum back for more." 

She opened her legs just enough to allow his fingers to touch her wet pussy and whispered, "This desert will make you want to cum again and again." 

She moaned as his fingers tickled her clit. She was getting so wet as he inserted his middle finger inside of her. He leaned in and gave her a kiss on the lips and managed to slip his tongue inside her mouth. While he worked a second finger inside her juicy pussy, his other hand removed the straps from her dress and pulled the top of her dress down below to her waist exposing her breasts. They were perky and nice. He kissed his way down her neck to her breasts, until he engulfed her entire nipple into his mouth. He licked and sucked on her nipple like he was breast-feeding all over again. 

Kobi leaned back against the booth. She loved getting her nipples suck and licked. She moaned and arched her back, as he sucked away while still fingering her pussy. He then lifted up her leg over his shoulder as he headed in to taste her sweet juices. He licked her clit with such passion and fury that she almost fell off the booth. Kobi found herself laid out flat on her back, with her heel covered feet flailing in the air, and her head falling off the edge of the seat. As he inserted a finger inside of her while continuing to lick her clit, she laughed out: "I told you it would be mouth-watering." 

Her whole body began to tremble, as he licked and inserted his finger inside her in a rhythmic motion. Kobi closed her eyes and held onto the table as she came all over his tongue and finger. 

As she sat up, she was so turned on that she jumped into his arms and kissed him, tasting all her juices on his tongue and mouth. She removed his belt and pulled down his pants and boxers to reveal his "critiquing utensil." She dove in and took his whole cock into her mouth. She then slowly let each inch appear out of her mouth as if it was a magic trick. She continued to suck and lick every inch of it, making sure the balls were nice and wet too. The food critic used one hand to hold up her shoulder length hair, so that he could get the full view of her making his cock disappear and reappear in her mouth. With his other hand, he squeezed her nipples as she stared into his eyes while licking and teasing the head. The food critic could feel his balls swelling with cum. So, he motioned Kobi to stop. He looked at her gorgeous face and moaned, "I'm ready for the second portion of desert." 

With that, Kobi got up and jumped on top of him. Her dress bunched up around her waist. She eased her way down his cock as he entered inside her. After fitting the whole thing in, she held onto the back of the booth and started bouncing up and down. The sound of her behind hitting his thighs so fast and loudly almost drowned out her moans of pleasure. He held on to her waist and sucked on her nipples as she pounced away harder and faster until she climaxed again all over his cock. Not wasting a second, she stood up and spun around. She eased her way down on his lap again as she held onto the table for leverage. She began bouncing up and down even harder, determined to make him cum. The food critic moaned and screamed with sensation. He held onto her behind as he could only see his manhood disappearing inside of her. Kobi planted her heels into the floor and used the table to put all her weight into fucking his cock. She wanted to make him explode now. 

But the food critic had other ideas. He lifted her up and bent her over. Kobi found herself standing, bent over the table as the food critic began slamming into her from behind. He pounded and pounded away. The juices slid down her thigh with each thrust as Kobi screamed with ecstasy. He continued to ram every inch into her while sweat dripped off his forehead onto her back. Again he started to feel his balls fill up. 

He screamed, "I'm going to cum," as he continued to pound away harder and faster. 

Kobi screamed back, "Yes, baby. Cum for me." 

But again, the food critic had other ideas. After one final thrust where he gave her every inch he had and made sure his balls touched her clit, he took out his cock from her soaking wet pussy and quickly threw off the cover. He raced around to the other side of the table and hovered over Kobi's face. He closed his eyes and yelped "Uhh.....uhhhh," as all the cum in his body splat into Kobi's open mouth. Kobi swallowed every drop and licked her lips, as the food critic collapsed on the floor. 

"So how did you enjoy your desert?" she laughed. 

The next day, the review was published and it was excellent. The food critic particularly noted the outstanding service given by the hostess. The owner was so excited by the great job Kobi did that he gave her a raise. He said to her, "I don't know what you did, but keep it up." 

Kobi replied, "I just let him have some of our special desert." 

The owner still happy over the increase in business, joked, "Well, I'll have to try some of that desert sometime." 

To which Kobi just winked and laughed, "We'll see what happens the next time I'm in danger of losing my job."



The Hostess



Michelle glanced at the clock at the clock hanging in the kitchen and noticed it was getting later than she thought. She finished cleaning up from breakfast and was finally able to sit down and relax for a little while. She had just seen her husband of two months off two days before on a business trip for a week and a half and had the whole house to herself. 

She didn't have to worry about anything until tomorrow, when her grandfather was going to come by and stay for a couple of nights. His house had been damaged during the last heavy rains, so grandfather and grandmother used the opportunity to go visit some old friends who lives about 300 miles away, but he came back early to "supervise" the repairs. 

Also, he really didn't want to miss his monthly poker night with his buddies which she now had to host. To be honest, he told her he would cancel the game or meet at one of the other guys home; but she insisted that it was alright to hold it in hers. Now, she kind of wished she had listened to him and just spent a quiet night and maybe watch a movie.

As she sat down on the couch, she wondered if she had time to go to the gym. At twenty-two, she was just getting to the point she needed to work harder to keep looking good. Fortunately her family has good genes. In fact, many of her friends from college often told her that they found her grandfather to be quite sexy. While at first she found that bizarre, she eventually admitted to herself that if he were not her grandfather, she probably would think he was handsome as well. Most of his friends were also in decent shape though none were what you would call sexy any longer. 

Now that she was married, she doesn't even think of other men anymore. With a great husband and hopefully some kids pretty soon, she had everything a young woman could want. Of course thinking about her absent husband caused her hand wander between her legs as she stretched out on the couch. With her grandfather coming, she knew this would likely be her only opportunity to "relieve" herself. As she massaged her closely trimmed pubic area, her heart began to beat a little faster. Spreading her legs she inserted her fingers into already wet pussy. Rubbing her clit, she began to feel the tingling spread over her body. Probing herself further she felt an orgasm begin to build. Rubbing faster and thrusting her hips she was lost and only living for the next few moments. 

Just as she was about to cum, the sudden ring of the phone almost caused Michelle to jump off the couch. The mood broken, she sullenly walked over to the phone and picked it up.

"Hello?" she breathlessly asked.

"Are you okay sweetie, did I interrupt something?" came her grandfather's rich baritone. 

"No, I was just cleaning up the house in preparation for your card game tomorrow." she replied.

"Oh, honey, don't put yourself out, besides, we probably won't even play that long.""I want to, besides it will give me a chance to wear one of my cocktail dresses" she jokingly said.

"Really?" he replied. "Well, as long as it's not too revealing."

In mock surprise she said, "Just what exactly do you mean?"

"Just when we get together and there's a pretty girl around..."

"You think I'm pretty?" she innocently asked.

After a rather uncomfortable pause she added: 

"I just want to be sure you have a nice evening, besides it gives me something to do and keep me off the streets." she laughed.

"As long as it's for a good cause, I'll see you in a few hours, love ya'"

"Love you too" and she hung up the phone

She tried to go back to what she was doing, but she kept picturing her grandfather, which she honestly found somewhat disturbing. So, she decided to take a cool shower and run to the store for snacks.

Her thick dark hair hung down just past her neck. As she looked at herself in the mirror, she must admit, she started looking forward to her grandfather and his friends coming over. It would be nice to be able to flirt again without any problems resulting. Her tan 5' 5' tight body was definitely appealing, but she believed her bubble butt to be her best asset. Her B-cups could definitely be called perky even though she really didn't have any cleavage unless she wore the right bra, even then, it wasn't quite what she would have liked. Looking in her closet, she found a nice black dress that while sexy, was not too flashy. She then pulled out some nice fishnet stockings and medium heeled shoes and placed them on cedar chest at the foot of the bed. 

She had a very restless night and was unable to get much sleep. The next morning, she started to get everything set up for her grandfathers game. Making sure there was plenty of beer in the frig and snacks in the pantry she wondered if there was anything else she needed to do. She had just finished lunch when her grandfather arrived. They drank some wine and chatted. He updated her on his house repairs and she told him about what she'd been doing this morning.. 

"I'm looking forward to your game gramps, I have a nice dress picked out and everything." She informed him.

He looked at her like she was crazy, "You know, we wouldn't be offended if you had something better to do."

"I don't...besides, I can practice my entertaining." She smirked "Ok, I guess it'll be nice to have someone wait and serve us." he said smiling."Cool" she said

His friends typically started arriving for their game around three, so at two thirty she decided to get dressed. Fixing her hair putting on her stockings and shoes she looked at herself in the mirror and not only was she way over dressed, she found herself getting somewhat aroused. Walking out into the living room, her grandfather just stared. 

"You're not really going to wear that, are you?" he asked.

Crestfallen, she replied "Don't you like it?"

"Of course I do, you are a lovely young woman, but this is strictly a casual get to..." he was interrupted by the doorbell.

"Oh well...guess it's too late." He told her.

Walking to the door, she opened it. The older man standing there stood agape and looked her up and down several times. Before he could recover she spoke up, "Welcome sir, I am Michelle, I will be your hostess this afternoon...who may she say is calling?"

"I'm...Roger, is this the right..." he stuttered

"Please follow me Mr. Roger." She said.

Roger was the youngest of the group at 56 years old. He had thin grey hair and was rather slim except for a slight beer gut; though he kept in good enough shape to run half marathons.

Entering the living room with her stunned guest, she announced, "Mr. Roger." Seeing her grandfather, Roger relaxed, walked up and shook his hand, still unable to speak.

"You remember my granddaughter, Michelle?" whispering, but loud enough so she heard he added sounding a bit embarrassed "she insisted."

Getting back his composure he replied, giving her another long look, "I think she should insist more often." 

We went through pretty much the same routine when James and Tim arrived. James had just hit 60 and still had most of his dark hair, though with a growing bald spot in back. Tim was short and stocky and had a perpetual disheveled and sweaty look. 

When Richard showed up, he didn't miss a beat. "Well good afternoon 'Chelle" he said as he reached around and hugged her tightly. Lingering a bit longer than was comfortable, he only loosened his hold when she had to push him away. He was the shortest one of the group and quite pudgy, though not really fat. He did sport a comb-over which was hard to ignore. He was slightly shorter than she was but still had a commanding presence. He and her grandfather were both 76. Slipping out of character, she was the one speechless for a moment, until she heard her grandfather behind her. 

"Come on in Rich, what would you like to have? The girl will be happy to take your order." Her grandfather told Richard

Looking her over again, he replied, "Just some tea for now; thanks." So far everyone was having just having tea, so she excused herself to brew some more.

Everyone was seated on the couch and chairs around her living room, casually chatting as she played her role of hostess. Bringing drinks when ready and some snacks, she found herself really having a nice time. 

Her grandfather finally insisted that she have something, sit down and join them. She got herself some lemonade, sat in the available kitchen chair and joined the group. They talked some about their families, grandchildren, birding trips and golf. Soon the topic came to Michelle, what she'd been doing, how married life was treating her and if kids were in the near plans. Occasionally, while refreshing drinks, she notice them stare openly at her breasts which oddly made her slow down so they could get a good look. Part of her felt a little weird about it, but another part found it somewhat thrilling. They continued to talk and look for about an hour before the men were ready for some cards. 

Playing several hands, she sat on the stool behind where her grandfather and Bill were sitting. James and Roger had a pretty good view of her legs, which she tried to obscure as best she could, but she did notice several leering glances. Seeing a few empty glasses, she went into the kitchen for the tea pitcher and went around filling them up again. 

After a little over an hour, the men decided to take a break. Michelle went into the kitchen to prepare some more snacks and make more tea. Someone entered behind her and she turned around to look. Richard was standing there watching her. Putting on a smile, she asked, "Can I get you something?"

"Nope, just looking around, I really like your place and just wanted to see it all." He told her

"I'm sorry, that was rude of me." she said walking out the door. Everyone was standing talking, except James, who was just coming back from the bathroom. 

"Would anyone like a tour of the house?" she asked.

Everyone nodded their head and answered positively. Then the phone rang. Her grandfather being closest to the phone answered it. It was her husband Jake, calling to let her know that he was back at his hotel after a full day of meetings. After talking for a few minutes her grandfather handed the phone to her. 

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Excusing herself she left the room and told Jake about her evening so far. 

Feigning jealousy, he commented that if she was already entertaining a room full of men, after him being gone only a few days, then he should probably cut his trip short and come home.

"That might be a good idea," she answered, "you know how turned on I get from the smell of Ben Gay and long discussions about prostates." she quirked.

"Oh...ok, just make sure they leave something for me when I return." He said

"No worries, I'm sure there'll be plenty left over." She replied

After about ten more minutes they said their goodbyes and she went back out to her guests.

Entering the dining room, everyone suddenly got quiet and all eyes turned to her. 

Slipping back into character, she asked, "Am she interrupting something?"

"No, nothing at all." Her grandfather replied

"We were just waiting for some drinks Miss," he said rather sternly.

"My apologies sirs; is their anything I can get you?" she said bowing her head submissively.

Going around the table, she got to her grandfather last. As she filled his glass she felt a hand on the back of her leg. Looking away from her grandfather, she saw it was Richard, who gave her a wink. She couldn't help but smile in return. Standing there a little longer than necessary she let him rub her leg, until he inched a bit too high. Walking away back towards her stool, she looked at her grandfather to see if he noticed. Fortunately he was buried in his hand. It had felt good to have someone touch her, besides, she was sure he got much more out of it than she did. When it was time for another short break, she took the men on a quick tour of her house. All were very impressed and liked what she had done with it. 

As everyone was leaving the bedroom talking, Richard stayed behind and grabbed her arm then pulled her back in as the others descended the stairs. 

"I apologize for earlier" he said.

"Think nothing of it..." she smiled.

He interrupted "No...I mean it, it's been a while and you are so beautiful...and with you letting us get a good look at your lovely breasts..." he told her

"That's fine," she said, "It didn't hurt anyone...I didn't realize my flirting was so obvious. I shouldn't have done it, it was mean." She then whispered, "though I did enjoy it." class=Section3> 

She leaned up to give him a quick peck on the cheek. He however turned and gave her a full kiss on the lips. She then surprised herself by not pushing him away from her, but actually kissed him back. 

Breaking their embrace, she stood there breathless. Smiling, he left the room followed shortly by her as soon as she steadied herself. 

Exiting the doorway, she heard a short cough, turned around and saw Tim standing by the doorway, staring at her intently.

Embarrassed at possibly being caught she tried to stammer something, but didn't know what to say.

He just walked up to her, lifted her chin and gave her a quick kiss on the lips, which again she found herself returning. She soon felt his hands reach around and massage her butt cheeks. Losing herself she began grinding into him. Suddenly she was jerked back to reality when she heard her grandfather: 

"What's taking you all so long?" he shouted

Pushing him away, she turned and went into her bedroom. Looking at the alarm clock on the night stand she saw that it was only 8:30. Catching her breath and changing her drenched panties; she headed back downstairs.

Going back out into the dining room; everyone was seated and the men looked like they were nearing the end of the game. Roger had most of the money on the table, Richard was almost out of money and Tim was out completely and was sitting on her stool eating some chips. Grandpa and James had a decent pile, but they had lost a good bit as well, with grandpa having a little more. 

Michelle walked over to where Tim was and stood beside him.

"Would you like your stool back?" Tim asked Michelle

"No, that's OK." she said as she stood in front of him slightly to the left of his leg.

"Are you ok?" he inquired, "you look tense." He told her.

"Fine...just a bit tired" was all she could mutter.

He turned towards her, placed his hands on her shoulders and guided her in front of him and began rubbing her neck.

"You look like you could use some relaxation." He told her. "Thanks." She replied Leaning into Tim as he rubbed her shoulders, she thought about how wonderful his hands were on her body. Sighing blissfully as he kneaded her shoulder and back she realized his hands had begun to migrate towards her waist. Looking down to see a pair of hands gently rubbing her hips, inching the hem of her dress up very slowly. 

Somewhat regaining her head, she looked around the room to see everyone's eyes were on her. She had expected her grandfather to intervene on her behalf, but he just sat there with a look of shock on his face. 

Looking down again, she noticed that the hem was up past her waist and now her panties were visible to everyone. She took her hands and tried to lower her dress only to have Tim push her hands away and lift her dress even higher as she lost the will to try again. 

She then heard the sound of chairs being pushed back from the table and heard the men get up and walk towards her and Tim.

Next, she felt Tim brush her hair from her neck and lightly start kissing her ear, slowly moving down to her shoulder. Closing her eyes she tried to push what was happening from her mind. 

Forgetting where she was and who she was with, she realized a pair of hands were now massaging her firm breasts. Opening her eyes she saw Richard's comb-over as he became bolder and fondled her harder and harder.

She knew this had to stop. She turned to her grandfather who was transfixed on the action in front of him. The farther it went hotter she became. She felt the zipper on the back of her dress get pulled down and she looked around to look at Tim in the eye and tell him to stop what he was doing. As soon as she gazed into his suddenly youthful blue eyes she became transfixed and was unable or unwilling to say or do anything. As she looked, she felt Richard start to pull her dress down from her shoulders and then, before she realized it, she was standing there in her bra, nylons and panties.

Then in what seemed like an instant, she felt hands deftly pull down her panties and remove her bra. She found herself standing only in fishnet stockings in front of 5 much older men one rubbing her shoulders and kissing her neck, one licking and sucking her breasts while another's hand was on her moist pussy massaging her lips and slowly inserting a finger up to what seemed to be the first knuckle. Finally, she felt another hand running up and down the length of her arm. 

She looked at the hand rubbing her arm then took hold of it as the hand guided her off the stool and started pulling her. Before she knew it, her grandfather was leading her up to her bedroom with four horney old men in close pursuit. Walking beside him up the stairs, she couldn't help but notice the protrusion jutting out from his pants. Seeing that she had such an effect on him made her even more light headed. All she wanted to do was get his pants off of him and see what he had waiting for her. 

Guiding her to the side of the bed, he sat her down, she inched back and lay down spreading her arms and legs as the men quickly undressed. Roger was the first one to climb on top of her. Glancing around the room all the men stood around her bed and with their cocks in various degrees of hardness. The mere sight almost made her cum without even being touched. 

In her last coherent though she reached for the night stand and pulled out some condoms. Roger grabbed the box, flung them across the room and before she could protest he leaned in and kissed her hard. As he kissed her he roughly pawed at her breasts, pinching and squeezing as if there was no tomorrow. 

"I promise, I won't cum inside, I promise." He told her

Then he suddenly he removed his hands to her disappointment; however, she soon realized he needed them to guide himself into her. She felt his cock stretching the opening of her pussy. As he slowly began inserting himself inside of her she immediately came. As he began to build up speed, she pushed her hips up to meet him. 

As she felt a second orgasm begin to run through her extremely horny body, Roger began to push into her faster and faster until he neared completion. He pulled out and rolled over, "quick, suck me!" he cried. Quickly leaning up and over, she put him in her mouth and began fucking his dick until he emptied himself inside her waiting mouth. As he rolled off of the bed, she knew there was no stopping now. Not only had she cheated on her husband on her marriage bed, she still had 4 more men to fuck and at the moment, that is all she wanted.

When Roger got out of the way, Tim quickly, took his place. 

He pushed himself in her sopping wet pussy. As he plumbed her depth, he was a lot less rushed and more gentle than Roger had been. However as he approached climax he withdrew, crawled over her and straddled on top of her chest and pushed his cock in her open mouth. Tasting her juices on Roger only made her hotter as she sucked away on his thick knob. After a relatively short time he made his deposit, which only made her suck harder. As he filled her mouth she wasn't able to swallow all of it and some did escape and drip down her cheek.

Before Roger was even off of her, she felt another stiff cock enter her. When Roger did move, she looked down and saw that it was James. She then noticed, out of her peripheral vision, a second man holding his dick in front of her face. Reaching up and grabbing it, she saw that it was attached to Richard. She immediately guided it into her mouth and began sucking hard. She realized now that as soon as she finished with these two men she still had one more to go and the most attractive of the bunch. Thinking of her grandfather soon to be fucking her gave her the most intensive orgasm of her life so far. She sucked and thrust harder in order to get them off so she could get to number 5. Lightly nibbling on Richards cock, he soon came in several quick spurts, which she was able to swallow without any overflow. Shortly after James pulled out, came on her belly and collapsed on top of her, exhausted. Looking around the room for her grandfather, she spotted him on a chair.




The Hostess



When James pushed himself away from her and off the bed, she saw her grandfather get up off the chair and look at her with an odd gleam in his eyes. She was scared and suddenly felt ashamed. She did notice his condom covered penis was rock hard as he quickly climbed on the bed beside her. 

She tried to say something, but he quickly and roughly turned her over onto her stomach. Lifting her hips, he then pushed his cock against her very wet and lubricated asshole and began pushing into her as she tried to push him away. 

"No, I can't...I've never done that!" Michelle screamed.

The denial only made her grandfather tighten his hold of her hips and slowly yet forcefully enter her virgin anus.

She responded with less than a half hearted attempt to prevent him from entering her. The further he pushed the more willing she became. Probing her deeper and deeper until he was all the way in she collapsed onto her arms and buried her face in a pillow.

She had a lost count on the number of orgasms that she had, but this one was without question the most intense yet. As his pace began to quicken, she could hear him breathing more and more heavily, until he pulled out, flipped her over on her back and began to enter her tired, yet hungry cunt. 

Pushing on him so he couldn't enter, he looked at her questioningly. She reached down with her free hand, removed the condom then guided him into her waiting lips. Smiling, he pumped her with such force low grunts escaped from her with each thrust. When she was finally able to open her eyes he was staring down at her in pure lust, as she stared back at him meeting each thrust with her own as he rammed himself into her. Pumping harder and harder he was just about to reach his climax. 

Grabbing his butt cheeks she held on for dear life, refusing to let go, no need to tell him to cum inside her or not, as if it would have made a difference. That was all it took for waves of her grandfathers semen to enter her canal. Thrusting into her with each spasm, her own orgasm grew into a wave that left her quivering and physically drained, unaware of where she was. Collapsing on top of her with his cock still inside, she could feel it slowly decrease in size and begin to withdraw. When it did fall out, a low, disappointed moan escaped her lips. He rolled over, grabbed her head and pushed it towards his mid section. After cleaning him up she went to work on it, hoping for some more, but it was spent for now.

While her grandfather recovered, the rest of the men were sitting on the bed watch her and fondling various parts of her body. We were all worn out and just stayed there for a while. After a few minutes, she asked.

"By the way, what were you guys talking about when she came back into the kitchen after the phone call?"

"Well sweetie," said grandfather, "we were talking about how lovely you look and Tim mentioned he was tempted to give you a little pinch."

Looking at Tim in mock anger who was presently caressing her upper thigh, simply smiled. Grandpa continued, "I told them that if they did anything that seemed inappropriate, you, being a good girl, would throw us all out of the house in a split second."

"Besides..." he continued, "I said, you were still a newlywed of not even 2 and a half months, and it's called a 7 year itch for a reason. Secondly, I said that you are my granddaughter and...that was when you came back in and we shut up quick." He explained.

Her cheeks flushed as a wave of embarrassment enveloped her.

"Well, guess you don't know me as well as you think you do." Michelle said

"Guess not...but I do plan on catching up," Grandfather said, stroking her hair.

After a few minutes, she got up, went to the bathroom sink and cleaned herself up a bit. She got a towel and washed off her face and wiped all the drying cum off her tits and running down her legs. 

Walking back out, the men were getting dressed. She remained naked, no real reason to cover up now. Everyone was silent. Walking downstairs, we went back to the table, sat down and had some more tea.

"Well, sweetie?" her grandfather finally said.

Michelle looked over to him

"How'd you like to continue as our hostess every month?" he asked. "I don't think so" she said and immediately was met with five very disappointed stares.

"I don't think I can wait a full month for next time," she replied smiling.



The Hostess



The atmosphere in the club had just gotten too stuffy, too claustrophobic. The smell of too many bodies squashed into the room, the spilled alcohol... when some guy had breathed in her face she smelled what he had for dinner... beans - yuck! It was just too much.

She signaled to the bartender that she was taking a break and slipped out the back door. It was one of the perks of being an employee - she could slip in and out without having to deal with the bouncers. Honestly, on a night like tonight she was not needed. 

As a hostess, she was supposed to encourage the patrons to dance, to drink. Most of the time they didn't even realize she was a club employee. She accepted offers of drinks and danced with some guys when they asked. That was her job, but she never left the bar with any of the men she danced with, and one of the bouncers always walked her to her car after work just to be sure she was safe. It was club policy that the hostesses never be left where clubbers could molest them.

Cara shivered slightly as she stepped out into the cool night air and walked a few feet away from the door, away from the party noises filtering through it. She felt her muscles relaxing as she closed her eyes and took a deep breath;, raising her arms above her head to let her lungs fill with the clean air. She didn't hear the men come up behind her; she was too involved in herself.

Suddenly a hand clamped down over her mouth and an arm circled her waist, picking her up off the ground. Another pair of hands grabbed her arms. She struggled wildly trying to kick her attacker, trying to get one of the stiletto heels into his foot like she'd learned in self-defense class. She bit at the hand over her mouth, screaming and cursing.

"Give me some help here!" grunted the man holding her. She could feel his grip slipping and prepared herself to run as soon as she was loose. To her dismay another man grabbed her feet. Between the three of them they pulled her into the open door of a nearby warehouse and dropped her on the floor as the door slammed shut.

She landed hard and hit her head on the cement floor. She lay there stunned and gasping for air. She glared at her attackers, her head spinning. The light was dim so she couldn't see any of their faces, but she could tell by the way they were dressed that they had been out clubbing. They had probably seen her leave and made their move. 

Suddenly a light came on directly over her head, spotlighting her, making it impossible to tell anything distinctive about her kidnappers.

She rose to her knees preparing to stand, to defend herself when a voice snapped, "Don't move!" She froze. Something about that voice was familiar. 

"Stay on your knees, bitch!" The speaker walked into the light. Cara gasped in recognition. It was Brett, the bartender who she had told she was going out. If he was here, no one knew where she was. He grinned ferally as he saw the realization in her eyes.

"That's right. No one knows where you went. No one saw you leave... except us. And we're not telling anybody." He gestured toward the darkness. "I'm tired of watching you tease all those other men, and these guys are tired of being teased by you. We're going to take what you've been offering, bitch."

She flinched away as he reached for her. He pulled her to her feet roughly, his fingers digging cruelly into her arms as he pulled her mouth to his. He grabbed the back of her head and ground his mouth on hers, forcing her to open her lips.

She beat at him with her free arm as he kissed her hard. She could hear the sniggering of the other men as he thrust his tongue into her mouth brutally, probing down into her throat. For one second she reacted to the kiss, her body relaxing just a touch, then she bit down on his tongue, her teeth penetrating the skin.

"Bitch!" he roared as he reared back. Then she felt his hand smashing into the side of her face as he struck her. She fell to the floor again, stunned with the force of the blow. She could hear the laughter of the rest of her kidnappers in the darkness.

"Alright," he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "We'll do this the hard way." He made a motion with his hand and four men stepped into the light.

Cara screamed as they grabbed her, jerking her upright. They tore at her clothing, ripping the material, popping buttons. The straps of her bra gave after digging into her shoulders, the clasp on front broke easily. As they ripped her clothing from her they pinched her nipples brutally, dug their fingers into the soft flesh of her breasts. She was still shaken from the blow to her face; all she could do was struggle feebly and cry out when they hurt her.

Her skirt was jerked at until it ripped, then it dropped to the floor. The men laughed to see her pink thong. One of the men wrapped his fingers in the straps on the back and pulled, jerking the material until it ripped. He slid his fingers down, poking into her tight ass. She moaned in denial, "Please... no!"

He laughed and ran his hand on down and thrust two fingers into her cunt.

"Oh yeah, Brett! She's a hot one!" he crowed, pulling his fingers out to show the rest of them how wet they were.

He pushed his fingers into Cara's mouth. "Suck them clean, bitch!" He shoved them deep into her mouth, gagging her. He laughed. "Ha! Can't even take a finger in your mouth? I wonder what you'll do when it's my cock in there!"

With those words he forced her back down on her knees. "She's ready for you, Brett! Fuck her while I fuck her mouth!" he said with a cruel laugh.

Brett answered with a laugh of his own. "Do it, Phil!" 

Cara didn't struggle as they pushed her onto her hands and knees. Brett knelt behind her and slapped her ass hard. "Be good," he growled. "No biting and no fighting, or you know what you'll get."

He slid his cock along her slit. "God," he groaned. "I knew it, you slut. You like it like this! You're so wet!" he growled as he slammed his cock deep inside her.

Cara screamed as his large cock stretched her; as her mouth opened to scream Phil slipped his cock in her mouth, cutting off the scream abruptly.

Brett slapped her ass again hard. "No biting! Suck him good, slut. Make him cum!"

She couldn't help herself; the feel of two cocks in her at once, being helpless to stop them... it turned her on. She moaned and sucked Phil's cock greedily. She started thrusting back and forth, impaling herself on a cock in each direction.

Brett moaned as she fucked his cock. "Oh yeah, bitch! Fuck my cock! Fuck me!" He slipped a finger down to tease her clit. She moaned, the vibrations pushing Phil over the edge. He grabbed her head and slammed his cock deep in her throat, pounding so hard, bruising her throat as he thrust into her mercilessly. 

Cara's head was swimming from the lack of oxygen; her cunt tightened around Brett's cock as her first orgasm rolled over her. She was sucking Phil's cock as hard as she could, swallowing the jets of cum he spurted down her throat, slamming her pussy down over Brett's cock, taking him deep.

Brett laughed cruelly as he felt her orgasm squeezing his cock. He slapped her ass hard, leaving a bright red handprint as he jerked his cock out of her. Phil finished cumming with a deep moan, then pulled out of her mouth, retreating into the darkness with the others, watching, waiting.

Brett growled. "I'm not done with you..." He rammed a finger in her tight ass, stroking deep in her. "Mmmm... so tight," he groaned. He replaced his fingers with his cock; he was slick with the juices from her orgasm and slipped easily inside her. 

She screamed, "NOOOOOO!" as he slammed his huge cock in her virgin ass. She bucked against him, trying to get him out. He laughed and grabbed her hips, letting her movements stimulate him.

Finally she quit fighting him and collapsed on the floor, her head and chest on the floor, her ass in the air, being pummeled by Brett. She panted as she relaxed, finally submitting to him. He laughed again, feeling her defeat. Now it was time.

"I think we need to fill all her holes," he growled. He rolled over onto his back, keeping his cock buried in her ass. "Jack, get over here - you haven't had a taste of this yet."

Cara gasped as the man entered the light. He had the largest cock she had ever seen; it was at least ten inches long and three inches across at the base. It curved upward a little as it tapered to an elegant point, the head a lovely mushroom at the top.

She tensed expecting him to slam into her as the others had. She closed her eyes, panting in time with the thrusts in her ass.

She cried out in surprise when, instead of a cock, she felt the gentle teasing of a tongue on her clit. She arched against him as he took her little clit between his teeth, biting down gently. Brett moaned as her ass tightened around him.

Jack teased her clit, making her writhe with need. "Beg for it," Brett whispered in her ear.

"Please Jack," she moaned. "Please... fuck me... Oh God! I need your cock in me!" She was surprised to hear the words come out of her mouth. She moaned, realizing how much she wanted this.

"That's it, slut," Brett breathed in her ear. "Beg harder."

Jack was performing magic on her clit; she felt herself coming closer and closer to cumming again.

"Please!" she cried out. "Please, Jack!! I need it.. Need it..."

She felt Brett nod at her words. "Now Jack. Fuck her pussy - abuse it with that huge cock."

Jack moved up between her legs; he grabbed her hips, getting used to Brett's rhythm, then shoved his cock deep inside her pussy. She screamed again as he stretched her pussy, bottomed out. 

"Oh, yes!" Jack groaned. "Take it all, slut!" He matched Brett's rhythm, thrusting deep inside her. 

Cara and Brett moaned in unison at the feel of Jack's cock stroking against Brett's inside her.

Brett took a deep breath. "James, now you! Her mouth!" His breath was growing ragged. "Phil, Steve, make her stroke you off.... Do it! NOW!"

Cara's eyes were closed when James presented his cock for her to suck. He grabbed her by the hair, pulling hard and ordered, "Look at me, slut!"

She gasped as she looked at an exact copy of Jack, right down to the slight curve of his enormous cock. He used her hair to guide her head as he slammed his cock into her mouth. She struggled to relax as he forced her to take his entire length. He slowed his movements, allowing her to adjust as he shoved all ten inches into her mouth. He was so wide she felt her teeth grazing along the sides of his cock as he slid in. He threw his head back and moaned as he buried is cock in her mouth to the hilt.

As soon as James moaned, she felt her hands being drawn away from her body. Firm hands wrapped around hers as cocks were placed in her hands. She was forced to stroke the cocks, the men's hands staying around hers as the cocks thrust toward her, a different rhythm for each.

She was completely filled, a cock in each hole, one in each hand. Nothing existed for her except those cocks, thrusting in her, the men moaning and cursing softly. 

Brett increased his pace, bucking up into her ass harder and faster, his breath ragged. Jack matched him stroke for stroke, moaning. Cara could feel a fire burning in her, spiraling up through her; it was a deep, hard orgasm. Her body froze up as she shook with the force of the pre-wave. The men increased their force, bucking into her and against her from every angle.

Suddenly she arched her back as her orgasm broke over her. She bucked and writhed against her captors. With a roar Brett shot his load into her ass; Jack followed suit, pulling out to spray his cum all over her stomach, the jet so powerful that he sprayed her tits. Within seconds James thrust his cock so deep in her throat she couldn't breathe, then pulled out to spray all over her face. 

The two men in her hands were pushed over the edge at the sight of her beautiful body being sprayed by so much cum. They came at the same time, shouting as they unloaded, spraying all over her, covering her stomach and tits with so much more cum her skin couldn't be seen.

The men collapsed around her, breathing heavily. They lay in a tangled heap for a few moments, panting heavily. She felt their hands caressing her body, rubbing in the cum on her stomach, tits and face.

One of the men rose and left the group for a moment. When he returned he had towels in his hand. The men started cleaning Cara up, each of them stroking her gently, removing the signs of their assault.

When she was clean the men took turns bending over her and kissing her deeply. She accepted their thrusting tongues, their bruising lips. As each man kissed her he slipped away into the dark until only Brett remained.

He cradled her face in his hands as he kissed her. Her arms came up around his neck of their own accord. This kiss lasted much longer than any of the others. He pulled back to look at her, then kissed her cheek, his lips gently tracing the bruise that was beginning to form.

"Are you ok?" he whispered, his voice full of concern.

Her eyes snapped open to look into his. "I'm fine," she answered unsteadily. "That was beautiful," she breathed. "Thank you, baby."

He pulled her close and kissed her on the temple, a gentle loving kiss. "Anything for my girl," he whispered.

They lay together for a while until the sounds of the other men dressing and leaving died away. Brett rose and went to a bag in the corner. He dressed quickly, then pulled out clothing for Cara, an outfit similar to the one she'd had on when she entered the building. He helped her dress, caressing her skin as she gingerly pulled her clothes on.

"Twins?" she asked when she was nearly dressed.

"Yeah," he answered. "Bachelor party. The four of them were bemoaning that it was Steve's last night of freedom - he's the only one who didn't go in you, you know."

She nodded.

"Then they were cussing the fact that you were such a tease. From there it was so easy," he smiled, a hint of the feral still in his eyes.

They kissed again, gentler this time. Brett caressed her bruised cheek, looking deep in her eyes. Then they linked hands and left the warehouse together, never looking back as they closed the door and walked back to the door leading into the bar. He kissed her again softly before pulling open the door.

Cara sighed softly, then squared her shoulders to go back and start working again, teasing and taunting the bar patrons. 

It was her job...



The Hostess



Ruth is a single friend of mine and she owns a house about 30 minutes away from me. She is what is known as a unicorn: a single, bisexual goddess. She's 5'8, long, raven hair and fair skin. I met her through a guy I talked to on a swinging website, who's name is Sean. The great thing about talking to them both is that we've all been open and honest about what we want and what we like. We really connect and enjoy some of the same things. Besides sex, Sean is into health and fitness. And Ruth openly enjoys a swinging lifestyle. She is beautiful, independent and successful. She also has a love for shoes and pretty things like high heeled shoes, hot women and sexy men.

I met Ruth for coffee a couple weeks ago and coffee turned into a delicious lunch. I felt very safe and respected and we were really opened up to each other. She showed me some personal pictures of herself amongst friends, which I loved and I showed her some of mine. I could tell she was happy with my attitude and appearance. I liked her confidence as well. She told me she found my eyes to be very intense. After lunch, she kissed me in her car and drove me to mine on the other side of the lot. We made tentative plans immediately.

Now, this party for Sean she was hosting has been in the works for a while. He asked me to come even before I met Ruth, but I didn't know if I was ready for a group experience. The one thing I knew was my comfort around Ruth. I knew there would be lots of nudity if I went but that's never been an issue for me. I also discovered, Ruth and I have the same standards in partners and we are both comfortable with ourselves. Since I enjoy watching porn clips, I figured I might enjoy watching and participating in live sex acts. I decided to give it a try.

I'd planned everything I needed to do that week so I'd be ready for Friday. I'd worked out hard every day so my body would look good and I meticulously watched my diet. I got my nails done the day before and got my pussy waxed the day of. I already picked out what I was going to wear, a black, tight tank dress, black bra, black lace panties and my 5-inch peep toe patent leather heels. After my waxing, I went home, napped and showered. I shaved everywhere that needed to be smooth. I washed my hair and styled it. The process took about three hours but I was coming together nicely. Then, I started on my skin and make up. I washed, exfoliated, moisturized and primed my skin. I primed my eyelids so my heavier than normal eye makeup wouldn't come off either. I applied foundation, concealer, bronzer, blush and highlighter. On my eyes, I applied a sheer, shimmery neutral shadow and a rose-gold accent color in the crease. I applied lots of eyeliner and false eyelashes and mascara. My hair and makeup were amazing! I freshened up and washed myself in a shallow bath one last time before getting dressed. I brushed my teeth and flossed. Finally, after a swipe of pink lip-gloss across my lips and a light spray of perfume, I was ready to go on time. I'd spent hours getting ready but I was completely calm and prepared. I even looked at driving directions and had Ruth's address in my GPS. 

Ruth told me to arrive between 8:30 and 8:45; I arrived at twenty to 9. Perfect. Not even one nerve acted up until I walked up her driveway. I was nervous about tripping in my shoes, but I kept composure. I knocked on Ruth's door and she excitedly greeted me. Besides Ruth and Sean, two of the girls were there already. Ruth introduced me to Connie and Melania. 

Ruth poured me some red wine in a glass and handed it to me. I put my coat and bag down on one of her barstools by the kitchen. I was too nervous to open her closet and hang it up myself. Someone else's coat and bag were on an adjacent barstool as well and no one was sitting in the kitchen, so that's where my outerwear went. Connie seemed very quiet. Standing at 5'5 with 3-inch heels, she wore a black dress and her long red wavy hair draped down her back. Melania stood about 5'6 in platform wedges and her slightly curvy figure stunned in a short black skirt and tight, low-neck top. She looked pretty with medium length brown hair and beautiful, pale skin. She revealed she was new to this type of setting as I was, but I didn't admit I was too until the end of the night.

Sean walked in from a back room and kissed me on the cheek. He politely said "Nice to meet you and you look very nice".

I returned the sentiments but found he was much bigger in person than I perceived. He looked to be about 6'2 and weigh 260 but he was all muscle. He wore jeans and his tattoos peaked out from his short sleeve button down shirt. I didn't tell him that night but I thought he was very handsome.

Once Ruth had her hands free from drink making, she came to me and told me I looked beautiful and was so glad I came. The girls came up to me as well and admired my appearance, especially my hair, eyes and eyelashes. I found myself flattered by their compliments, especially in such attractive company.

We all went to sit on Ruth's big, white couch with drinks and hors d'oeuvres. She prepared a delicious gourmet spread including tuna tartare, smoked salmon, blinis with caviar, sushi, crudités and various canapés. I took a plate and a few raw vegetables, a couple of boiled shrimp and some dip. I mostly sipped my wine and observed the conversations to start.

We were still waiting for another girl to arrive, Tessa. She was coming in from out of state. A few minutes later, she knocked on the front door and Ruth let her in. Tessa arrived and so did her boundless energy! She had olive skin, medium length auburn, curly hair. Wild hair, in fact and it suited her perfectly. She was bubbly, flirtatious and smoking hot.

Tessa took a drink from Ruth and finally we all were on the couch together. We ate, drank, sat down and talked while listening to music in the background. At some point, Ruth disappeared with Connie for a few minutes and when I realized they were gone, they came up from downstairs in the basement. Ruth was giving Connie a private tour.

Around 10:30, things started to heat up. Our tummies were content, our palates were wet and the flirting started to strengthen as we all became more comfortable.

And then, there was the panty check. Sean asked the group who remembered to come without panties. Melania lifted up her skirt (she was sitting on Sean's lap) and showed off that she'd followed the rules and came sans panties.

Connie pointed out that she was pantie less and braless and took her tits out of her dress for us to see. I commented on her beautiful breasts and Tessa the party animal just went right for them and started playing Connie's tits while sitting next to me. Tessa was soon nearly naked, she flashed her pussy from under her short black skirt, showing off her landing strip. She then took off her black, loose knit top. It was see through anyhow but now her glowing skin and sexy cleavage came into better view.

Then Sean asked, Ana, how about you? I proudly showed off that I was wearing panties, feigning that I didn't know I wasn't supposed to. And Sean reached over to pull them off of me, picking up on the signal that's what I wanted. I made that very easy for him to do and they all ooh-ed and aah-ed over my brand new landing strip. Melania was the only one without any hair below her waist. It's a great look in my opinion and I loved her plump, pink lips.

Ruth came over to me and started to hug and kiss me, I think she was proud of how uninhibited I was. She told me I was a good girl. I loved her personal attention. She made me feel so sweet and special.

Tessa, seeing some foreplay got instantly encouraging and she took off her bra, exposing her perky C-cup tits and pretty nipples. Then I took off my dress and she tried to unhook my bra but couldn't. We all thought that was funny. Sean jokingly said she should have been an expert at that.

Ruth saw we were ready to play and directed us all down into the basement.

For those of us, including myself that hadn't seen the playroom, I quickly took in the atmosphere and felt comfortable right away. There was a black sectional leather couch for all of us to play on there was carpeting on the floor. The ceiling glowed with soft black lights that were kind and comforting. If it wasn't immediate, it was close to that when we all started going at each other. While Sean stripped, and the rest of our clothes came off, Ruth reappeared from a brief absence, wearing a sexy pair of fishnet thigh highs, stiletto heels, a garter belt and silver black panties. She was topless and holding some supplies; about 10 Magnum condoms, a riding crop for Connie and her camera. I soon learned Connie loves to be spanked. Ruth, me, and Tessa took turns smacking Connie's ass with our hands and the crop and her pale skin soon glowed pink. She was open and smiling, on her knees in front of me. Sean was also smacking Melania's ass and someone smacked mine but I'm not sure who did it.

Melania and Sean settled in the corner section of the couch and she started sucking his cock. I went down on my knees in front of Connie and Tessa and they let me lick their pussies. Soon, I simultaneously had my hands and fingers inside both of them. They became instantly wet and I tried my best to stimulate their clits. I withdrew to sit on the couch, next to Melania and Sean. Melania leaned over to kiss me and Sean mounted her from behind.

I felt someone kneel between my legs. It was my generous hostess and I loved how she made me moan from her tongue. I knew she was good at kissing on the mouth but her kissing my pussy blew me away. I hoped I didn't cum in her mouth but I may have lost control when she flicked my clit with her tongue and sucked my lips deep in her mouth. Across the room, Tessa licked Connie's pussy while Connie fingered Ruth, I think.

Positions changed and Ruth stood up. I got down in front of her, eager to please her after she'd made me orgasm. Sean started fucking Connie who was smiling as his cock slammed in and out of her cunt while he spanked her with his bare hands. Tessa wriggled and moaned as Melania ate her out. Everyone's hands and legs extended everywhere and we all touched each other some how until it all started to become a euphoric blur.

Soon, Sean pulled me over to him. He put a fresh condom on his dick and he picked up my legs. I knew he was well endowed but I didn't realize just how big he was until I felt his stiff, long girth inside me. His cock was big but so was the rest of his body. It felt amazing and he moved my hand down to my clit so I could rub myself while he moved in and out of me. He fucked me hard and good while I watched the girls finger and lick each other through my peripheral vision. I barely looked at Sean's face but his sexy, muscular torso is etched in my mind. I focused on it as I came.

Tessa made her way over to us and she was next to get fucked by Sean. She was so cute, provoking him saying, baby be sweet to me. And then she did the unthinkable. Tessa pinched one of his nipples. Being as Dom as he is, he bent her over on her knees and spanked her ass hard. Tessa loved his firm slap! I watched him roll on a new rubber and stick his dick right inside of her wet pussy. Her hips writhed as she moaned and we were all entranced.

Instinctively, I told Melania to sit on my face. She complied immediately and Ruth kissed her face. Connie was licking Ruth's pussy. We were all connected, feeding into the incredible energy and it was intense! Sean pulled out of Tessa and ordered us to gather for his cum.

Melania, Connie, Me, then Tessa all kneeled in front of him as he threw off the condom and jerked off to the sight of our bare tits and open mouths. Ruth was snapping pictures. Sean was such a stud and most of his jizz landed on me. I accepted with great pleasure and Ruth handed me a clean towel immediately after.

A minute or two later, we started to recompose. One of my shoes ended up across the room somehow and I got up to put it back on. Tessa and Ruth went upstairs to smoke and the rest of us followed to refresh and rehydrate. I felt thirsty as all my body fluid surely gushed out of my pussy when I came so many times.

Once upstairs, I glanced at the clock. It was ten past midnight. My appetite returned as I picked my wine glass back up from the buffet table. I took a clean plate and tried a couple more treats. I selected Carpaccio on pumpernickel with horseradish aioli and smoked salmon on rye with scallion cream cheese. Ruth refreshed my beverage for me.

A few of us re-dressed partially, temporarily. Ruth had her panties back on and Melania put on her slip. Sean put on his jeans but his fly remained open and his cock was partially visible.

I sat next to him on the big white couch and the Connie playfully sat next to me. Ruth and Tessa were dancing with each other and Melania went to take some more food as well. The atmosphere was very jovial.

A few minutes passed while we ate and refreshed, then Ruth cleaned up the empty glasses and plates. She came back into the room with a naughty card game. The object of the game was to have each person select a card and choose another player to perform the task on another player... I think. We all took turns selecting cards and they all revolved around kissing someone else or licking different parts of their bodies. I was the subject of dares being performed on someone and then we were all starting to go at each other again.

Since things were heating up, Ruth started to usher the other girls back downstairs. But seeing Sean's cock out of his jeans made me hungry for it I wanted it deep in my mouth and I wanted to hold it there as long as I could. Ruth caught us in the act and she came back to get us downstairs but not without watching privately for a couple of minutes. I could tell they were both very pleased and turned on but we needed to get back to the group.

I followed Ruth down the stairs and Sean followed me. The first thing we did was sit on the sectional together and Ruth handed him a condom. Sean quickly pulled off his jeans and pulled me on top of him. I straddled him with my knees apart and he inserted himself inside of me. I rode him for several minutes and I felt each of us breaking a sweat. Two hands reached to my breasts from behind me and they were massaged as Sean reached up to pull my long blonde hair back. I pivoted my legs to ride him cowgirl style and Ruth supported my back as I shifted. I came hard on Sean's stomach and he smiled with delight from the wetness he helped me achieve.

In a previous discussion, he told me he was fascinated with women who squirt but didn't have a lot of first hand experience. He was clearly pleased; he slapped my pussy as I got up. He played with my wetness, massaging his fingers around and inside of me. I went to sit on the floor and recover for a minute. But then his fingers were back inside of me as he took the other girls on his dick while lying next to me.

I masturbated as I watched him take Connie, Melania and Tessa. I watched him play with their asses while he fucked their cunts. I watched Ruth take pictures and refresh Sean's prophylactics between partners. At one point, I told Melania to sit on my face. She complied of course and I offered her a spanking as a reward. At another point, I asked Terri if I could go lower down on her and lick her ass.

Hell, Yes!! She replied and pushed my face into her sweet anatomy.

My dear, Madam Ruth played with everyone except Sean, as she planned to take care of her guests more than her self that night. Still, all the girls including myself were vying for her perfect pink pussy. She offered her clit to our mouths generously in between picture taking. She kept everything flowing smoothly until Sean had fucked me and everyone (more than) adequately and was ready to cum again.

This time, I happily observed Sean's white hot cum flow into the waiting open mouths of Connie and Tessa. Melania had gone upstairs. Ruth went to retrieve fresh towels.

I almost couldn't believe the night actually happened. Everything was all so sexy and erotic. I couldn't believe what happened. It was like a long, sweet sexy dream come true. Our hostess organized the perfect night.

It was now 2:30 am and time to go home. I found my clothing scattered throughout the house and quickly redressed. I gathered my belongings and kissed everyone goodbye. Ruth asked me to text her when I got home and that's what I did. She replied immediately, thanking me for coming and letting me know we'd talk soon!

The next day, Ruth called me. She again, thanked me and told me I played very well. She told me Sean and the other girls loved me. I thanked her and told her I look forward to many new adventures together.



The Hostess



The hostess I've been eye fucking all night has been getting a little bolder in her eye contact, the last gaze had "fuck me eyes" for sure.

After signing my check to my room I pull out my spare room keycard and fold it in my customer copy. I write: "I think we both know you've been a bad girl. I hope it stays that way."

As I walk out and past her I turn around. "You're absolutely stunning! Can I have your name?"

"It's right on the name tag." She say as she blushes.

I take my hand out of my pocket to offer a handshake and intentionally fumble the keycard to the floor.

"Oops, I'm sorry!" I say as she politely reaches down to retrieve it. "You can keep that."

She reads the note, turns the receipt over and notes it was charged to room 601 as she glances up to see me walk away.

—

I hear the familiar workings of an electronic lock and then the light turns on. I had all but given up and was watching TV on the love seat. 

She held her hands behind her back and proceeded one step at a time in to the room, like a shy school girl. I couldn't take my eyes off of her.

"So you have been a bad girl." I say after I find my breath.

"Maybe a little bit." She says timidly.

"I can only assume you aren't here to chat. You have needs and they aren't being met elsewhere. Have you been a bad girl or not?"

Her face shows a little bit of shock and she takes a step back. "What if I've been a good girl?"

"Then we can fuck."

"I don't... What if I've been a bad girl then?"

"Then we really fuck."

"... I've been a very bad girl."

"The safe words are red light and yellow light. Stay right there."

I purposefully move to the nightstand where I put all my tools just in case she decided to come up. Girls have come up before but no one has maintained their composure like she has. Nobody else has seen these tools at a first encounter in the wild.

I pull the tools out and put them in to view one by one as I watch her face. Eyes are wide with excitement and she's biting her lip with anticipation. Not a single thing seen has given her any hesitation.

"So you've done this kind of stuff before?" I wonder out loud.

"No, well never used most of that... But don't hold back OK!"

"Let's get one thing straight. You aren't going to tell me to do anything, you will address me as sir, you will do as told with out hesitation. You will never tell me no. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

I slap her, not hard but enough to bring fire to the eyes. "Yes what?"

"Yes, sir!"

"Now get undressed."

And if my cock wasn't hard enough already. I try to maintain my composure as her body is unveiled to me. It truly is a work of art.

She stands there naked. I wonder if she enjoys my stare as I enjoy taking in her body with my eyes.

Well, she made it this hard so let's start there. I think to myself.

"Get on your knees, open your mouth."

"Yes, sir."

She drops to her knees as I stand up and unzip my pants. She knows what is coming and starts to salivate. I put my hands on her shoulders then with a bit of pressure move them up her neck to the back of the head. I grab two handfuls of hair and pull her head back so she is looking at me. I then I start her head toward and on to my cock and move it back and forth. Deep in to her throat and almost all the way out. After a few gentle strokes of her head I pull her back off.

"Did you like the taste of my cock?"

"Yes, sir." Comes breathlessly out of her mouth as my cock is shoved back in it. Forcing her head all the way down; hard and fast. Fucking her throat.

Just about 15 seconds of that is all I can handle with out losing my cum. She doesn't deserve that yet.

"Lay on the bed, on your back, head hanging off the foot of the bed."

She complies with out a word. I begin to tie a cuff to each of her ankles and then pull the rope through the foot posts of the bed. I tighten her down and tie the same ropes to her legs just below the knee. Ass is straight up in the air, her weight is on her shoulders and her head hangs loosely off the bed. I grab her arms and tie them behind her back then run the loose rope to to head of the bed, under and to her neck where I tie the last cuff. Her arms are flat against the bed now and if she tries to bring them to her body it applies pressure to her neck.

Her phone rings, I grab it and show it to her.

"Is this your boyfriend?"

"Yes, sir."

"Want me to answer it and tell him what I'm doing to you?"

"No!"

I toss the phone back on the pile of clothes and slap her ass hard. 

"I thought I told you not to tell me no?"

"You can't do that, though."

A slap falls across your other ass cheek as the first starts to redden.

"If you can't say yes then you don't need to say anything at all."

I shove my cock in to her mouth and fuck her face. I reach for the nipple clamps and put them on just until she protests, then back the screw off off ever so slightly. I grab my riding crop and start whipping her ass, tits, thighs, stomach, pussy and asshole.

I pull my cock out of her mouth and ask again. "Are you going to say no again?"

"Anything but that!"

I tighten the nipple clamps until she winces and leave them there. I jump on to the bed and shove my throbbing cock in to the airborne ass. Mercifully still wet with spit, she only grits her teeth.

The phone starts to ring again and I ask: "Ready for me to tell him?"

This time she doesn't make a sound. 

I jump off the bed and hit the button to reply with a text. Hold the phone up and take a picture.

"Do you want me to send this picture to your ex yet?"

"... You can't."

I grab the scissors off the night stand because I'm too driven to untie the knots and snip the rope between the arms and neck. Flipping her up and pressing her in to the bed, face down, with my weight. I grab a butt plug from the night stand and force it in then follow with my cock in to the dripping pussy. Her hands are still tied behind her back and my weight is painfully straining her shoulders. Legs are still tied and spread. I pull the loose end of the rope around her neck as I fuck her pussy. She starts to cum as I rail her and screams. "Yes." Over and over.

That's all I needed to hear. I leave her shuddering body on the bed as I grab the phone and press send.

Seconds later the phone rings and I answer it.

"She answers to me now."



The Hostess



-- Chapter 1

Gabby examined her makeup and hair in the full-length mirror, then turned and checked that her black stockings were straight. She didn't need to lift her skirt for this, since she wasn't wearing one. In fact, apart from the stockings, she was naked. She slipped on her black patent leather heels, then walked through to the mansion's large kitchen, her heels clicking on the wooden floor. She picked up the small white "French Maid" style apron that was folded on the counter, and tied it around her slender waist, only just covering her shaved pussy. Next, she took two ice cubes from the freezer and rubbed them on her nipples until they stood to attention, then picked up a silver tray of champagne flutes and headed out into the spacious reception hall where the guests were waiting.

Most of the guests for this evening's gathering at the exclusive sex club were already there, casually mingling, chatting and drinking champagne. They were all in just their underwear. Gabby recognized most of them, but there were a few new faces.

She walked among them, her high, pert breasts and heart-shaped ass atop perfect, long legs drawing admiring glances as she went. She greeted each member with a smile, making sure they had a drink, and handing each of them a small card she took from pockets in her apron. 

Bronze and silver level members received cards which could be redeemed respectively for thirty seconds of manual or oral pleasure from Gabby. Gold members relieved "mystery" cards, with a small sticker covering the description of what they were entitled to. They were not to peel it until they were ready to redeem it with Gabby. In reality, there was no mystery - Gabby was careful to give each of them exactly what she knew they would want, and she had the cards discreetly marked so she knew who to give them to.

First time visitors who had purchased a trial membership also got a gold card, but, since she didn't know their preferences, under the sticker was simply printed "member's choice." There were three new trial members. A husband and wife, and a young man accompanying a woman in her mid twenties who was a regular bronze member. Gabby felt for sure the two men's "choice" would be to fuck her, but she was less sure about what the woman might like. She didn't look at all happy to be there, and Gabby mentally challenged herself to convert the woman to a full, gold membership.

A large grandfather clock standing against the dark, wood paneled wall struck eight. Guests began to disperse in different directions, some up the grand staircase to the bedrooms, some to the large sitting rooms, library or games rooms on the ground floor. A few took a short cut though the kitchen out to the back of the building where they knew the hot tub to be.

Soon, Gabby was alone in the large entrance hall. She gathered up empty glasses onto her tray and headed back to the kitchen. Mentally, she once again checked off everything she had already seen to earlier in the evening - the locker rooms, showers, bedrooms and hot tub all had plenty of towels, the lube dispensers in each room were filled, there were tubs of sex toys conveniently located around the mansion, and the dozen or so drinks cabinets were all stocked. "Ready for a successful night," though Gabby, smiling to herself in the mirror as she once again checked her look.

After busying herself in the kitchen for about thirty minutes, Gabby headed out on her rounds of the house, to check in on all the guests to make sure they were having a good time, help if they weren't, and see who wanted to redeem their cards with her.

She headed upstairs first, picking up a few items of discarded underwear on the way. The doors of the first two rooms were closed. Some guests wanted to fuck in private, but most left their doors open - after all, the whole point of being at a sex club was to interact with lots of other people. The third room was open. On the bed lay the young man who was a first-timer, with his member girlfriend. Astride his face, sucking his cock vigorously, was a full-figured woman of about thirty-five. He had a firm grip on her ass, and had his face buried between her cheeks. 

His girlfriend was on her knees beside them, egging the woman on.

"Suck that beautiful cock!" she was saying, "squeeze it as hard as you can, that's how he likes it!"

She looked up and grinned at Gabby. "I think I'd like to redeem my 'Gabby Card'," she said.

"Sure thing, Anna," replied Gabby, "right here?"

Anna replied by shuffling up to the edge of the bed and turning her back on Gabby.

Gabby came up behind her, pressing her breasts against Anna's back. She slid her hands around the slim brunette's chest and began fondling her boobs, then let one hand slide down over her belly to her neatly-trimmed pussy. She brushed her fingers over Anna's clit and down, stroking the lips, and then slipping a finger up into her pussy. Anna groaned with pleasure, and Gabby pulled her now wet finger back out and up to her clit. She began a slow circling motion, and Anna's body shuddered with delight, small, strangled squeaks emanating from her throat.

Suddenly, Gabby stepped back, dropping her hands away from Anna's body.

"Time's up." she said.

"Aww, come on!" complained the frustrated girl.

"Well, you know what you could do to have that all the way?" asked Gabby, smiling.

"I know, I know," sighed Anna, "upgrade to Gold."

"Exactly," said Gabby, "later!"

And she was gone, off to the next room.

By the time she had reached the end off the hallway, Gabby had taught one couple a new position, given two thirty second blow-jobs (unfinished,) and licked one pussy for thirty seconds. She'd also elicited three promises to upgrade to Gold status.

After this, she headed downstairs to check on the larger rooms where the group activities usually happened.

The first room off the entrance hall had been the music room a hundred years ago, but now held a large television. In front of it, on a massive couch, sat three naked men watching a basketball game. Lying across their laps on her back was an equally naked redhead. One man was massaging her feet, one her boobs, and the guy in the middle had one hand buried between her legs, the other absent-mindedly rubbing her clit. All four looked up and greeted Gabby as she entered.

"Hi guys," said Gabby, "all good, any cards?"

They were all silver members, and all wanted to redeem their cards. The woman stood up, and Gabby got to her knees in front of the couch. One by one, she sucked each guy's cock for thirty seconds, again convincing each man that he needed urgently to upgrade.

Once she let go of the last frustrated penis, Gabby turned to the woman.

"Want to sit and spread for me, Mary?" she asked.

"Actually," said Mary, "I was wondering if it would be ok if I licked you instead?"

"I suppose so," considered Gabby, "it's not strictly within the rules, but I think I'd like that."

She squeezed onto the couch between two of the guys, then lay back and lifted her legs. The two men obligingly held her feet. Mary sank to her knees and lifted Gabby's apron.

"My God, you have such a perfect little pussy," she said, and plunged her face into it. She ran her tongue all the way up from Gabby's asshole to her clit, then pushed it as far into Gabby's pussy as she could, hungrily lapping up the juices. It felt so good that Gabby let her have almost a full minute before pushing Mary's head away and saying "that's your lot - you should finish these guys off!"

She headed on to the next room, her clit still tingling, leaving Mary with her mouth full of cock.

-- Chapter 2

The next room was the billiard room. A young blonde woman was lying on the table, her legs spread wide. Two men seemed to be playing pool in the remaining area of the table.

"Hi Lisa," said Gabby, trailing her fingers softly across the woman's breasts, "what's happening?"

"Hi Babe," replied the woman, "Mark and Ian here just finished playing for my pussy. Mark won. Hey Mark!" Here she lifted her head to look at him. "Ready to fuck me?"

Gabby knew they were both bronze members, so she said "want you use your cards and I'll get you ready?"

"That's a great idea," said Mark, and climbed up on the table and got between Lisa's legs.

Gabby took his cock in one hand and began to stroke it, and with the other she started fingering Lisa. Within the thirty seconds, Mark was rock hard, and Lisa's pussy was wet and ready for entry. Gabby pulled Mark forward and placed the tip of his cock between Lisa's lips.

"Off you go!" she said, and Mark plunged in.

"Ian, want to use your card?" Gabby asked the other man.

"You bet," he replied, and peeled the sticker off his gold card to reveal 'Watch the hostess pee' written underneath. Gabby could tell from the look on his face that she'd hit her target by writing that card for him - he looked delighted. At the last gathering she'd overheard him asking a couple of other women if he could watch them, but he'd been turned down, so she decided to make his dream come true this month. She'd been holding it in all evening.

"Let's go," she said, taking him by the hand.

She led him down the hallway to a bathroom, and closed the door.

She pointed to the toilet and told him to kneel in front of it. Then she sat down, spread her legs wide and lifted her little apron so he had a perfect view of her shaved pussy. She closed her eyes and tried to relax - she didn't find it easy to pee with a naked man, stroking his cock, staring intently at her cunt, but eventually she felt it begin to flow. The warm, golden liquid gushed out of her, splashing loudly into the water. She heard Ian groan with delight and pant as he jacked himself off. Finally her stream slowed to a trickle, she forced out a few last drops, and it stopped. He was still going, so she decided to give him an extra treat. She slid forward on the seat and leaned back.

"Clean me up with your tongue," she ordered.

Ian didn't need to be told twice, and was quickly sucking the last golden drops off her labia.

"That's it, drink my hot piss!" she exclaimed, and that was enough for him. With a loud grunt he came, spraying his semen on the porcelain and the tile floor.

She wiped herself with some toilet paper and stood up.

"Oh God, thank you Gabby," he said, looking up at her in adoration, "that was what I've always dreamed of!"

Gabby smiled and left him to clean up. She did another round of the house, picking up empty glasses, more discarded underwear and a sticky dildo. It was nice to have her bladder empty too...

She headed over to the south side of the building. In a grandly furnished sitting room, she found a loudly cheering group of men and women standing in a circle. Two men made room for her, and she saw that in the middle were two women, on their backs on the floor, one woman's feet pressing against those of the other. A tight piece of string joined their pussies. The blonde woman had a clamp on one nipple, and the brunette had one on each nipple. As they pushed themselves apart, a single, large bead began to emerge on the string from the brunette's vagina. There was more cheering from the audience, and encouragements to clench harder. Another bead emerged, and then the final one dropped out and the string went slack. The crowd applauded the winner, and a woman handed her another nipple clamp. Since the loser already had one on each nipple, the blonde woman got to attach this one to her pussy lips. She grimaced with the pain, but took her punishment bravely.

"What are the stakes?" Gabby asked of the man next to her.

"Loser gets a clamp on her, then when she has all four, she has to eat the winner's pussy."

"Sounds like fun," said Gabby.

"Want to take my place and be my champion?" asked the brunette with the three clamps.

"Sure," replied Gabby, "I do my kegels!"

With the other contestant's consent, Gabby took her place on the floor. She untied her apron and tossed it aside. Someone handed her her end of the string with three beads on, and she spread her legs and carefully pushed them into her pussy. She and the blonde then lay on their backs, and the referee took their feet and placed them against each other. "Go!" she yelled.

Gabby pressed her feet against the other woman's, pushing her body away from her. She immediately felt the tug of the string on her pussy, the first bead straining to escape. She clenched her cunt as tight as she could. There were shouts of encouragement, and cheers as the blonde woman's pussy gave up each bead. Finally, Gabby felt the string go limp and sat up, a triumphant grin on her face. 

The referee handed her a nipple clamp. Gabby shuffled up to her opponent, who offered her un-clamped breast. Gabby squeezed it, then took the nipple between her thumb and forefinger, rolling and pinching it until it was hard. Then she carefully placed the clamp over it. 

Gabby also won the next round, and got to apply a clamp to one of the blonde woman's labia.

Then the tables turned. Fingering the blonde woman's pussy like that had got Gabby turned on, and her increasingly wet pussy wasn't able to grip the balls so well. She lost the next round quickly, and had to submit to having her nipple clamped. It hurt, but in such a delicious way that she quickly lost the next round too, and then the next, which meant that she had to let the other woman apply a clamp to one of her pussy lips. She had to work really hard not to orgasm at the sensation.

However, getting to fondle Gabby's perfect titties and cunt and place the clamps had also had an effect on the blonde's pussy, so they were both at a disadvantage, and it was now the final round.

The women each inserted their beads and lay back. For some reason, the woman who had appointed herself referee decided to finger each contestant 'to check bead position', then she gave the start command.

Gabby pushed back, desperately squeezing her pussy shut, but the first bead almost immediately popped out. She quickly felt the same thing happen at the other end of the string and took heart that her opponent's cunt was just as sopping wet as her own. Both women were down to two beads, then quickly one.

The audience were beside themselves, cheering and encouraging the contestants. One woman had the hard cocks of the men on each side of her in her hands and was jerking them furiously as she cheered.

This had to be the final push - they were neck and neck at the final turn!

Gabby went for it - she clenched her cunt as tight as she could, and gave an almighty push with her feet. She felt the string go slack as the final bead slopped out of the blonde, and leaped to her feet, punching her fists in the air. She had won!

She and the blonde woman hugged tightly, then the blonde reached down and grabbed the string and pulled the final bead out of Gabby. She put it to her mouth and lasciviously licked it.

"Yum, a taste of things to come," she said. She gestured to the couch. "Gabby, you want to lay back there and spread to receive your prize?"

"No, no," said Gabby, "I was acting as her champion." She indicated the brunette woman. "She's the one who gets to have you lick her."

The brunette smiled and mouthed "thank you", and laid back on the couch. The blonde took her place between her legs, and the rest of the members gathered to watch.

Gabby took the clamps off her nipples and labia and carefully tied her apron back in place, grabbing a wet wipe on the way out of the room. Once outside, with no-one in sight, she wiped between her legs and continued her hostess duties.

-- Chapter 3

She had barely taken ten steps down the hallway, her sexy heels clicking on the polished wooden floor, when a man's head poked around a door.

"Hi Gabby," he said, "I though it was you. If you're free, I'd love to redeem my card."

"Sure, Gary," smiled Gabby, "let's see what it says."

She already knew of course, since he was a gold member.

She stepped inside the room, a small office with a large mahogany desk. In the leather chair behind the desk sat a small, plump woman, whom Gabby recognized as Gary's wife.

"Hi Amy," she said.

"Hi Gabby," replied the woman, "can't wait to see what Gary gets from you - I've been wanting to watch you make him come for weeks."

Gary peeled the sticker off his gold card. 'Blow job finishing on hostess' breasts'.

He grinned at her. "Fuckin' ay!" he exclaimed.

Gabby laughed. She pressed her firm body against his and kissed him full on the mouth. His cock immediately began to stiffen, and she slid her hands down his chest as she knelt before him. She looked up at him and licked her lips, just an inch from the tip of his cock, then stuck out her tongue and flicked it across the head. She ran her hands up his thighs and took his scrotum in one hand. She rolled the balls around between her fingers, gently probing between and around them, and scraped her nails across his taint.

He groaned in pleasure. She closed her other hand around the base of his cock and squeezed and pulled the skin firmly towards his body and he gasped. His wife came in for a close look at Gabby's expert technique.

Gabby closed her fingers above Gary's balls and pulled gently downward and at the same time pressed her thumb into the underside of the shaft and rolled it forward, milking it. A large drop of precum formed at the tip. She stuck out her tongue and pressed up under the head, tasting his juice, then closed her full lips around it. He moaned as a wave of bliss washed over him. She sucked hard and pulled him in all the way to the back of her throat, then back out until just her lips were around the head, massaging it. She twisted her head from side to side, pressing her tongue all over his cock, probing the hole, flicking the string.

She stroked up and down with her hand and lips, sucking and licking. Her other hand squeezed and tugged on his balls, and her fingers pressed firmly up on his taint. His knees were beginning to quiver. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see that Amy had her hands between her legs, fingering herself and rubbing her clit, making soft moaning noises.

Gabby sped up her sucking and stroking. She could feel the tension building in his balls. He began spasming. She pressed her thumb firmly under the base of his cock to momentarily hold him back, then pulled him out of her mouth and pointed him at her boobs. She released the pressure, and his cum splashed copiously over her chest, in stringy, sticky ropes. She kept stroking until it seemed like every last drop was out, and then took him back in her mouth and sucked out some more, not releasing him until he begged her to stop.

Her tits were covered in cum, it ran down her smooth slopes and dripped off the nipples.

Amy said breathlessly, "I don't care what my gold card says, please just let me lick that off you!"

Gabby turned to her, squeezing her tits together, and Amy plunged her head in between them, licking and sucking, lapping up every drop. Gabby pushed her hand up between Amy's legs, pushing two fingers up inside to rub her g-spot, whilst pressing the knuckle of her thumb against the clitoris. Within seconds Amy's body was shuddering in orgasm, her loud cries muffled by Gabby's boobs.

Finally, Amy pulled back, exhausted. Her husband was lying on his back beside her, his breathing starting to subside to normal. He looked up at Gabby.

"That was fucking incredible," he said, and to his wife, "and watching you lick Gabby's tits was the icing on the cake."

Amy turned her cum-smeared face to him, smiling. "And I learned a lot from watching her - you'll be getting a lot better blow jobs from now on."

Gabby smiled - it was nice to be appreciated. She headed out of the room, and made her way directly to her private bathroom, where she finished cleaning up her tits, and touched up her makeup and hair.




The Hostess



Then, it was back into the fray.

-- Chapter 4

Gabby made her way out the back to the hot tub area, where two men and two women were relaxing with drinks. The women were busy making out, kissing passionately, and groping each other under the water.

The men were both gold members, and asked Gabby to pass over their cards, which were lying on a bench. She did so, and they both peeled the stickers off. Gabby knew the men would be hanging out together, as the couples were close friends, and had planned the cards accordingly: 'double-team the hostess'.

They climbed excitedly out of the tub, and Gabby handed them towels. There was a large wicker couch with thick padding nearby, and Gabby headed over to it, swinging her bare ass seductively, and casting her apron aside. The men played a quick game of rock, paper, scissors to decide who got the pleasure of her ass. Eric won, so Mike settled himself back on the couch.

Gabby climbed astride him, reaching down and stroking him hard. Eric handed her a tube of lube. She rubbed a little between her legs, then guided Mike's cock inside her. She leaned forward to allow him to suck her nipples and slowly slid up and down him.

Eric got to his knees behind her, and parted her firm cheeks with his hands. He began to probe her little asshole with his tongue, moving up and down in time with her. Using a little lube, he gently pressed one finger inside and wiggled it around.

"Try two," she suggested. He pushed another finger inside.

"Oh, that's nice," she murmured, "and that too," she added to Mike, who was gently biting her nipple.

She had her hands on his shoulders, and rose and fell rhythmically on his cock, reveling in the sensation, and looking forward to having her ass filled.

"I think I'm ready," she said, over her shoulder, stopping her up and down movement on Mike, "use plenty of lube."

Eric stood and squirted some lube into her ass crack, then used the head of his cock to rub it up and down her. He placed the tip against her hole and began to push.

She grunted as he stretched her, and pushed back against him.

"Slowly, slowly, yes, that's it," she moaned, "oh yes!"

He pushed until he was all the way in, and she had two cocks inside her. He started slowly fucking her, and she resumed riding Mike's shaft in time with him. It had been a long time since she'd been double-penetrated like this, which was why she'd made the guys those cards, and she was glad she had - it felt as good as she remembered.

Eric fucked her ass smoothly, and gripped her hips, while Mike thrust his hips up at her and kept sucking her delicious titties.

"I can't believe I'm getting fucked by two such gorgeous cocks," she moaned, "fuck me hard, boys, squirt your hot cum into me, fuck my tight little holes!"

"Oh god, you've got such a tight ass," grunted Eric, "I don't think I can last much longer."

"Your cunt feels so good," murmured Mike, into her tits, "and I love your perfect tits so much."

Gabby clenched her pussy and ass as hard as she could, and doubled her speed riding Mike's cock.

"Oh god, I'm cumming!" cried both men at once.

She felt both cocks burst inside her, filling her with cum. She pushed her full weight down on Mike and milked him as hard as she could, and Eric managed a couple more thrusts before having to stop and hold himself still inside her, panting.

Finally, Eric pulled out and slumped onto the couch next to his buddy. Gabby climbed off Mike, and immediately felt cum seeping out of both of her orifices. She grabbed some kleenex off the table and wiped herself.

She left the guys high-fiving each other and headed back to the bathroom, stopping only to grab her apron. Once in the bathroom she took off her shoes and stockings and crouched down in the tub and used the hose to spray her pussy and ass, pushing her fingers inside to scoop out as much semen as possible. She gave herself a five minute break, then pulled on new stockings, tied on her lacy apron, reapplied her makeup, fixed her hair, put her shoes back on, and headed back out to work.

-- Chapter 5

Gabby came out into the main reception hall of the mansion, then turned into the library. Kneeling on a rug in the middle of the room was a slim redhead whom Gabby recognized as Jane. Jane always came to the club alone. She was blindfolded and had her hands tied behind her back. On her chest, above her perky little breasts was written in lipstick: 'FUCK MY MOUTH'. Standing in front of her, doing just that, was a tall, well built man with a shaved head. 

Gabby watched silently until he finished, grunting, spraying his cum onto the woman's face and tits.

He noticed Gabby, but she put a finger to her lips before he could greet her, and he nodded and padded out of the room in silence.

Gabby walked up to Jane, and circled her a couple of times. Jane held her mouth open, expectantly, semen dripping off her chin. 

Gabby stopped in front of her, then lifted her foot and rubbed the toe of her stiletto up and down the woman's pussy, pushing the tip inside. Jane gave a little shudder. Gabby lifted her foot up to the woman's mouth and pushed the wet, pointed toe between her lips. Jane quickly licked her juices off it.

Gabby walked back behind her and knelt down, pressing her tits against Jane's back. She slid her hands up Jane's waist onto her tits, and began rubbing the semen in.

Jane sniffed the air.

"Hi Gabby," she said, "I'd recognize that perfume anywhere."

Gabby grabbed her nipples and gave them a cruel twist.

"What did you call me?" She snarled.

"I'm sorry, I meant Mistress Gabrielle!" squealed Jane.

"That's right," hissed Gabby, "and what are you?"

"I'm just a filthy cum slut," said Jane, "just here for men to use."

Gabby brought her right hand up and then swung it down hard between Jane's legs, slapping her shaved cunt.

"Right again," she said, "you're a dirty whore that needs to be punished!"

She slapped Jane's pussy again and again, sometimes hard, and sometimes even harder. Jane yelped in pain each time, but managed to always say "thank you mistress."

As Gabby administered the pussy-spanking, she dug her nails viciously into Jane's left breast.

Over and over she slapped, sometimes diverting to the side to spank Jane's inner thighs, sometimes higher to punish her clit, but mostly delivering the stinging slaps directly to Jane's tender pussy lips. Jane began to whimper, but never used the safe word.

Finally, Gabby stopped, her hand firmly cupping the sobbing woman's cunt. Her left hand released its grip on Jane's tit and she slid it around her ass and up between her legs, pushing three fingers hard up into her wet pussy.

Jane gasped. "Please punish my slutty cunt, Mistress," she begged.

Gabby twisted her hand and pushed up harder, causing Jane to try to rise up on her knees, but Gabby dug the nails of her right hand into Jane's soft labia. 

"Push yourself down, bitch," she snarled into Jane's ear, and Jane complied, letting her weight force her pussy to accept more of Gabby's hand.

Gabby gave Jane's pussy one more hard slap, then slowly began to rub her clit. She felt its hard nub with her fingertips as she expertly circled it. She pulled her hand out of Jane's cunt and slid it around to the woman's front, leaving a thin trail of feminine secretions, then more gently inserted two fingers, swirling them around to brush the g-spot, then starting to finger-fuck her in time with rubbing her clit.

Jane let her head sink forward on her chest, and her hands, still secured behind her back, began to grope around on Gabby's body, tugging at her apron. Gabby stroked her breasts and belly up and down Jane's back a few times, so that the apron rode up, then positioned herself higher to allow Jane's fingers to find her bare pussy and slip inside. In this position, she was no longer able to reach between Jane's legs, so she took some time to caress her firm little tits, softly stroking the nipples to make up for the harsh way she had treated them earlier.

After a short while, she lowered herself down again, dragging Jane's fingers out of her cunt, and resumed fingering her with both hands. Jane started to focus on her own pleasure, and began rolling her hips to press her clit harder against Gabby's rubbing. Gabby curled the fingers of her left hard around to apply rhythmic pressure to Jane's g-spot, whilst rubbing her clit from the other side. She also began to gently bite the woman's neck.

Jane groaned in ecstasy, and Gabby gradually sped up the stimulation. With her naked breasts pressed hard against the bound woman's back, she was easily able to feel the change in breathing as Jane approached her orgasm, and as she sensed it getting closer, she slowed down.

"Oh god, Gabby, please don't stop!" begged the woman.

Gabby lifted her hands up and brought them down, palms open, with a hard slap on Jane's tits.

"You will remember your place, you dirty little bitch!" she exclaimed.

She grabbed the nipples and pulled them hard, and Jane cried out in pain.

"I'm sorry, Mistress Gabrielle," she panted, "I'm sorry, please fuck my whore cunt again!"

Gabby let her hands slide back down. She pinched Jane's wet pussy lips with her finger nails and pulled them apart, then pushed two fingers of her left hand inside again, and resumed rubbing the clit with her other hand. Once again, Jane's breathing indicated that she was heading towards her orgasm, and again Gabby backed off enough to bring her back down, but this time Jane had the sense not to complain.

Three times Gabby brought the bound woman to the edge, and each time left her groaning with frustration, her entire body shaking.

Finally, she decided to show mercy. She brought her fingers inside Jane's cunt up against her g-spot, softly rubbing against the rough texture. On the outside, she squeezed Jane's clit, and began to stroke it like a tiny cock, faster and faster. Then she let her fingers press against it, rotating faster and faster.

Jane's body quivered, and she threw her head back onto Gabby's shoulder and let out a strangled, animalistic howl. She arched her back, and every muscle in her body tensed as the massive orgasm slammed through her. Gabby felt Jane's pussy spasm around her fingers, and slowly withdrew them, sticky with pussy juice. She gently cupped Jane's mound as the woman slowly slumped forward, panting hard.

Gabby slowly guided Jane sideways down onto the floor, her right arm under her head. She deftly untied Jane's bound hands, pulled the blindfold off, and lay down behind her, spooning her, gently cupping her breasts.

Gradually, Jane's breathing slowed to normal, and after a few more minutes she began to snore softly. Gabby carefully extricated herself and slid a small cushion under Jane's head.

As she silently tiptoed from the room she heard Jane murmur, "you're the best, Gabby."

Gabby smiled to herself as she went on her way to see how the rest of her guests were doing, closing the door silently.

-- Chapter 6

Gabby headed back upstairs, pausing only to check her hair and makeup and take care of some dampness that had developed during her last encounter.

As she walked down the main hallway she heard the sound of a man and woman vigorously fucking. She looked in through the open door of the bedroom it was coming from, and saw one of the new members on his knees on the bed, facing away from her, enthusiastically pounding, doggy-style, a middle-aged woman with very large breasts.

Gabby was about to move on, when she spotted the man's wife sitting on a small couch on the other side of the room, looking just as unhappy as she had at the reception. She was still wearing her underwear - probably the only person in the entire house still doing so.

Gabby slipped quietly into the room, and perched herself on the edge of the couch, facing the woman.

"It's Sammy, right?" she asked.

The woman gave a slight nod.

"Are you ok, Sammy?" asked Gabby.

"I'm fine," said the woman quietly, looking away.

"Do you wish this wasn't happening?" asked Gabby, nodding towards the bed.

"No," replied Sammy, "it's not that, I don't begrudge him a bit of fun, and I'd much rather he do it here than have an affair, it's just that, well, I don't really feel like joining in."

"There are lots of men here who would love to be with a woman as attractive as you," said Gabby, "none of them take your fancy?" 

Sammy shook her head. 

"How about women?" asked Gabby, softly. 

Sammy blushed. 

"I've noticed you looking at my breasts," whispered Gabby, "do you like them?" 

The woman nodded, shyly.

Gabby reached up her hand and softly brushed some of Sammy's honey-blonde hair from her face. Sammy didn't recoil, so Gabby leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. 

Sammy froze, but Gabby didn't pull back. She pressed a little more firmly, then opened her lips and touched Sammy's with her tongue. 

After a brief hesitation, Sammy responded, opening her lips a tiny amount to let the tip of Gabby's tongue in. Gabby pressed her advantage. She slipped her arm around Sammy's waist and pulled her towards herself. Sammy yielded, and slipped her own arms around Gabby's neck.

Their kisses were slow and sensual. Sometimes their tongues were exploring each other's mouths, sometimes they were gently biting and sucking each other's lips.

Gabby unsnapped Sammy's bra, and Sammy lowered her arms for just enough time to let it slip to the floor, then their naked breasts were pressed together, and Gabby felt Sammy's erect nipples pressing into her flesh.

Gabby looked over at the bed. The fucking couple had not noticed her entrance, so she quietly stood up. Taking Sammy's hand, she led her out of the room.

Once in the hallway, Sammy became shy again, and covered her bare breasts with her free arm, but Gabby quickly pulled her into an empty bedroom and locked the door. She pulled Sammy into her arms again, and slipped one hand into the back of her panties, squeezing her firm bottom. 

They kissed for a few more seconds, then Gabby maneuvered Sammy towards the bed until she fell backwards onto it. Sammy shuffled upwards until she was all the way on, and Gabby fell on top of her, kissing her some more. She moved her kisses downward, over Sammy's chin and down her slender neck. She kissed her shoulders, then her upper chest, then down onto her small, but beautifully formed breasts. She kissed around each, gently nipping at the skin with her lips, then found one dusty pink nipple. She softly sucked it into her mouth, flicking her tongue across it and relishing its hardness. Sammy moaned softly, and Gabby cupped the other breast with her hand and stroked the nipple.

She moved her kissing down, over Sammy's taught belly, circling ,then probing her belly button with her tongue. She kissed and licked her way over Sammy's hips, passing the waistband of her panties, and moved onto the woman's smooth, shapely right thigh.

Her hand drifted down until her fingers softly brushed Sammy's public mound, through her sheer white panties. Through the thin fabric, she could see close-cropped blonde pubes, and by now she could smell Sammy's arousal, the heavy, musky scent filling the air around her. 

She rose up onto her knees, and lifted Sammy's right leg, placing the ankle on her shoulder. 

She kissed her way along the calf until she was holding Sammy's dainty foot in front of her face. She closed her lips around the big toe, sucking it like she would the head of a cock, teasing it with her tongue. She moved down the toes, sucking and licking between them, her thumbs massaging the sole. She lifted Sammy's other foot, and put both big toes in her mouth together. 

She put Sammy's ankles onto her shoulders, and slid forward, kissing her way up each leg, until she found herself facing the crotch of Sammy's panties, the woman's legs high in the air. She pressed her mouth hard against it, feeling the outline of Sammy's labia. As she pulled back, she saw a dark stain of moisture appearing. She hooked her fingers under the waistband of the panties and slowly peeled them off. She tossed them behind her, took Sammy's ankles and lifted them until her legs were pointing straight up, then slowly parted them, revealing her pretty pussy, topped with short public hair. Sammy's prominent, fleshy lips were shaved, and parted to reveal her glistening hole, which pulsed in anticipation. 

Gabby leaned forward again to kiss Sammy's mouth. She worked her way back down, but this time she stopped when she reached the belly. Instead of moving further, she pressed one of her tits between Sammy's legs, rubbing the nipple up and down her slit, and tickling her vagina with the nipple.

By now, Sammy's breath was heavy. She moaned and writhed under Gabby's caresses. She began to stroke and tease her own nipples. Gabby let her breast slide down the woman's thigh, leaving a trail of pussy juice, until her mouth was just a few inches away from the delicious wetness. 

She put her hands behind Sammy's knees and pushed them up, until the perfect little puckered asshole was before her mouth. She flicked her tongue across it, and Sammy let out a little gasp. Gabby circled the tight, pink hole and delved a little inside, as it twitched around her tongue. She ran her tongue upward, carefully avoiding the vagina for now, and began to suck on Sammy's pussy lips. Sammy's moans took on a new volume. 

Gabby ran her tongue up the middle, then briefly closed her lips around Sammy's clit, then back down and plunged it into her wet hole. 

"Oh God! " exclaimed Sammy, and grabbed Gabby's head, "Oh God, yes!" 

Gabby slurped hungrily at the hot cunt, pushing in as far as she could, then smearing the juices around the lips and clit, and down into the asshole. 

Sammy writhed and moaned in ecstasy, her fingers clamped around Gabby's hair, her feet now resting on Gabby's back. 

Gabby moved back up to focus on Sammy's swollen little clit. Her tongue pushed the little hood further back, and she sucked on it as hard as she could, then she pushed two fingers up into the tight pussy. She curled them up to find the g-spot, causing Sammy to give her loudest yell yet. She began to finger-fuck Sammy's tight little hole, and with her tongue formed firm, tight circles right above her clit. 

Sammy started to make little noises in her throat in time to the fingering, and Gabby knew she was close to coming. On one thrust she used her little finger instead of the first two, wetting it, then, with the next up stroke, she pushed it into Sammy's asshole. 

That was the final straw. Sammy's entire body shuddered as the orgasm slammed through her. Her head swam, and she saw stars before her eyes. She clamped her thighs tightly around Gabby's head and pulled her face into her cunt as hard as she could, lifting her back off the bed. Gabby sucked the clit like her life depended on it, and her fingers became a blur. 

Finally, spent, Sammy slumped backward onto the bed, her chest heaving, panting for breath. 

Gabby climbed back on top of her and kissed her with her juice-smeared lips. 

"Would you like a cock now? " she whispered. 

"Oh yes," groaned Sammy, "would you find me one? "

Gabby quickly climbed off the bed and went to the door. A young man was just walking by. She grabbed him by the arm and dragged him into the room. 

She indicated Sammy, lying on the bed, her arms and legs spread wide. 

"She needs a cock in her, right now - think you're up to it?" she asked him. 

"Oh hell, yes, " he replied, grinning. 

"Sammy, meet Paul," she said, "and Paul, fuck Sammy! "

He climbed between Sammy's legs and quickly stroked his already semi-hard penis fully erect, then plunged it into her. 

Gabby quietly headed for a bathroom. This time, it took more than a simple wet wipe to clean up what was oozing from between her legs... 




The Hostess



--Chapter 7

Back in the billiard room, Gabby encountered Carl. He was just finishing licking the pussy of the young blonde woman who had been the prize in the pool game earlier, and she was cumming loudly. Gabby leaned in the doorway, her arms folded under her breasts, and waited until he stood up and wiped his mouth. 

"God, she tastes good," he said. 

"I bet," smiled Gabby, "It's after one, want to use your card?" 

He picked his gold card up from the mantelpiece and peeled the sticker off. 'Foot job from the Hostess' 

"Oh God," he groaned turning to her with an amazed look, "really? How did you know that's my fantasy?"

"Now, now," she winked, "you know the cards are random."

She indicated a leather couch at the far end of the room. 

"How about here?"

He readily agreed, and settled himself at one end, his back resting against the arm. She untied her apron, then sat down opposite him, and lifted her knees to her chest and spread them, exposing her pussy to him. 

She dipped one finger inside herself, then licked it, making eye contact with him the whole while, then she lifted one beautiful, stocking-clad leg and pushed her shiny leather stiletto between his knees. She pushed first one knee aside, then the other, then stretched out her leg and tapped his erect penis with her foot. It bobbed from side to side, and she tapped it a few more times, then she slid the toe under his balls, and he moaned softly. 

She carefully rolled his balls around a little, then lifted the foot and placed it on his chest, digging the sharp heel into his skin. 

"Take my shoe off." She commanded. 

With shaking hands, he took hold of her ankle and slipped the shoe off. 

"Kiss my toes."

He did so, then she pulled her foot back and presented the other one. 

"Now this one."

He removed her second shoe and kissed that foot also. She stroked up and down his chest with her stockinged feet, then the inside of his thighs. In this position, he had a spectacular view of her cunt, but he had only eyes for her feet. 

She probed his balls with her toes, and pushed one foot deep under him, so it pressed up on his taint. 

She shuffled forward, and put one foot up on his shoulder. 

"Stroke my thigh." She ordered. 

He leaned forward and did as he was told, running his hands up and down her smooth skin, from her pussy to her stocking top. 

"Now pull down my stocking. "

His fingers caught the lacy top and tugged the flimsy fabric down her leg. She offered the other and he did the same. Now she was completely naked before him, her bare feet in his hands. He stroked the skin, rubbing her slender ankles, massaging the heels, kissing the toes. He ran his tongue between each toe, then sucked each one individually. 

Gabby loved having her toes sucked as part of lovemaking, and it turned her on immensely. She found herself softly stroking her clit when she remembered that this was about his pleasure, not hers. 

She moved her feet back down between his legs. Her bare skin against his ballsack made his whole body quiver. She gently pinched and tugged on the skin with her toes but when her went to stroke his cock, she kicked his hand away. 

"No, no, naughty," she said, "you just wait."

She teased him some more, stroking his chest and legs with her feet, and pressing her toes into his mouth with instructions to suck them, which he happily did. 

Then she leaned forward and squirted some lube onto his cock from a little tube, and she placed the soles of her feet around the base. She squeezed hard, and began to stroke up and down. He watched intently as her pretty little feet rubbed up and down his shaft. She stroked the underside of his penis with one foot, whilst rubbing her big toe around the head, smearing the emerging precum around. He fondled her calves and ankles while she did this, enjoying the feeling of her toned muscles flexing themselves.

She adjusted her feet so that she was holding the head of his cock between the toes, and stroked as fast as she could, a real workout for her abs and thighs. Suddenly, almost without warning, he came, his cum arcing across the space between them, splashing on her tits and stomach, and dripping of his cock onto the dark red leather. He leaned back against the arm of the couch.

"Oh, my God, Gabby, that was incredible," he said, "thank you!"

She smiled and leaned towards him. She gave his balls a gentle squeeze, and milked a few more drops of cum out of his cock, causing his whole body to spasm, then gathered up her apron and headed back out, once again needing to clean cum off herself.

-- Chapter 8

Gabby visited every area of the mansion, reminding all the guests that it was almost two AM, and would soon be time to gather in the main lounge downstairs for their traditional send-off.

She gave them time to make their way down, then headed there herself.

There were six couples still present, many having already left. They sat around, some still naked, some with towels or sheets wrapped around themselves.

Gabby approached each couple, confirming that they'd had a good time, and listening to excited stories about their sexual adventures that night.

Finally she stood in the center of the room, naked except for her white apron.

"Ladies and gentlemen," she said loudly. Conversation quickly tapered off, and everyone turned to pay her attention.

"It seems that everyone had a good time this evening." She gave a quick, knowing smile to Sammy. "However, there is still one Gold card unaccounted for."

The young woman, Anna, who had brought her boyfriend for his first time spoke up.

"Yes, it's Paul," she said, "Paul, what's on you card?"

He peeled the sticker off. "It says 'Members Choice'," he said, "what does that mean?"

"You get to have me any way you'd like," smiled Gabby.

"You can fuck her pussy, ass or mouth," Anna told him, "or you can just let her lead the way."

Paul hesitated.

"Gabby, you take control," said the woman, "he likes a strong woman."

She pushed Paul forward, and he stepped uncertainly into the center of the room.

Gabby immediately put her hands on the sides of his face and kissed him, firmly forcing his lips apart with her tongue. She pressed her tits and hips against him, and felt his cock spring up against her. She slipped her hand down between them and gripped his shaft.

"Nice..." she murmured into his mouth.

She pulled back.

"Now get on your knees," she said, with a soft, but decisive voice.

As he did so, she gestured his girlfriend to bring a chair and put it behind him.

He was on his knees before her. She moved forward so that the fabric of her apron brushed his face.

She reached behind her waist and untied the apron, letting it drop between them. Her bare, shaved pussy was now just an inch from his face.

"Lick my pussy," she commanded.

He pressed his face against her and pushed his tongue between her delicate labia, relishing the tangy taste of her juices and spreading them up to her clit. She stroked the back of his head, running her fingers through his hair, pressing his mouth harder against her.

The she let go and turned around. She spread her legs about twenty-four inches apart, and bent deep at the waist, pushing her ass into his face.

"Kiss my cheeks," she said.

His hands on her thighs, he kissed each buttock.

"Now lick my asshole."

He spread her cheeks with his hands, circled her little pucker with his tongue, then pressed it inside.

"Mmm, that's nice," she said, "now fuck my cunt with your tongue."

He pulled her hips to him and shoved his tongue inside her as far as he could, only coming up to breathe when he had to. Gabby reached down and took hold of his cock, giving it a few firm tugs.

He ran his tongue up and down, into her ass and pussy, sucking on her lips, pressing against her clit, smearing her juices all over his face.

She stood and directed him to sit on the chair behind him, then she backed up and sat on his knees. She slid herself back, pushing his rock hard cock against his belly.

She took his hands and placed them on her tits. He squeezed and groped, rolling her nipples between between his fingers, pinching and tugging on them.

"Pinch my nipples really hard," she directed, "oh yes, like that, harder! Yes, now pull them. No, harder!" She moaned in pleasure as he tortured her perky little nipples. 

She grabbed his hands and made them squeeze her breasts harder. She felt his hard cock against her back, his hot breath on her neck.

She spread her legs wide and pulled one of his hands between them, rubbing it up and down, and guiding his fingers inside her. His other hand joined in. He pinched and pulled her lips, and fucked her with his fingers.

She rolled her hips, using her ass crack to rub his cock against him, and he gripped her cunt tighter, fingers probing inside her, spreading her open, feeling her wetness.

One hand groped up to her tits again, spreading the juice around her nipples and between them.

She rose to her feet, then turned and bent over to kiss him. She pushed his knees apart and sank down between them. She firmly stroked her hands up his thighs, and slipped the fingers of her right hand under his balls, cupping them in her palm while pressing up on his taint. Her left hand squeezed the base of his shaft, and she milked upward. A large drop of precum emerged from the tip, and she slowly licked it off, running her tongue around the head of his engorged cock. She licked up and down, flicking the string, probing gently into the hole, then closed her lips around it. She sucked hard, and drew his length into the back of her throat, almost all the way to his balls.

"Oh sweet Jesus," he muttered.

Her mouth worked up and down his cock, her hand stroking in time, and her other hand rolled his balls around, fingers probing and pinching, teasing and tugging on his sack.

His fingers gripped her long, dark hair as she sucked him, back and forth.

She felt him approaching orgasm, so stood and straddled him. She grabbed his head and pulled it into her chest, pressing her tits around his face. He licked and sucked her nipples, tasting the pussy juice he had just smeared there.

His hands found her luscious ass, and he squeezed it and dug his fingers into her firm flesh. He fingered her crack, brushing the tips across her asshole, then into her pussy, first two fingers, then three, fucking her hole as hard as he could, still licking, sucking and biting her nipples.

She pushed her tits together, so he could get both nipples into his mouth together, and he sucked voraciously.

She reached down and took hold of his cock. She lowered herself a little, and rubbed the head against her pussy. She smeared it around her, mingling her pussy juices with his precum and her saliva, stroking up and down the full length of her crack, even pressing it briefly against her asshole.

Then she placed the tip into her cunt. She let go of the shaft and took his face into her hands. She kissed him hungrily, pushing her tongue into his mouth, rubbing her tits against his chest, and slowly impaled herself on his cock.

He let out a deep groan as the hot pussy took his length and began to ride him. She started slow, lifting her curvy hips until he was almost out of her, then sliding back down, over and over. 

Then she stopped at the top, and held his tip between her lips for what seemed like an eternity, her eyes locked on his, until he couldn't take it any more, and thrust himself up into her. She grunted loudly, and dropped herself onto him, then began to ride him faster and harder. She put her hands on his shoulders and leaned back so he could see her tits frantically bouncing in time to their fucking. He leaned forward and caught a nipple between his teeth and held it, letting her motion tug on it almost painfully, but she didn't let up.

She grabbed one of his hands and brought it up to her mouth. She could taste herself on his fingers. She wet his index finger with her saliva.

"Finger my ass." she said, breathlessly.

He groped at her butt, spreading the cheeks and finding her hole, then he slid his wet finger inside.

"Oh yes, fuck my tight ass!" she exclaimed.

He thrust his finger in and out frantically. He could feel it from inside against his cock as she rode him.

"Two fingers!" she commanded, panting hard.

He forced another finger inside, and she gripped his cock harder with her pussy, sliding up and down.

She slowed a little, once again teasing his cock at the brink of popping out of her, then plunging back down on him. For a while she bobbed gently, letting her pussy lips stroke his tip, then dropped on him again.

She could feel his fingers digging deeper into her cheeks, and knew he was close. She started long slow strokes with her cunt, and panted into his ear.

"Spray your hot cum into my tight cunt, I want to feel it, make me yours, fill me till it drips out of me, I want to feel it running down my legs, I want to push my fingers inside my snatch then lick your cum off them."

With a huge groan, he came. She lifted her feet off the ground to put her full weight on him, forcing his cock further into her, and clenched her cunt tightly, milking him. His face pressed into her neck, and he grunted incoherently as his balls pushed his load out of his cock and into her hot tightness.

He started to relax, but she kept squeezing his cock with her pussy muscles until he begged her to stop, and she lifted herself off him.

She stood up, breathing heavily, perspiration glistening on her pert breasts.

She looked around at the other members who had been watching. All the men were stroking their hard cocks, and most of the women had one hand between their legs, fingering themselves.

Anna had slid a large leather ottoman into the middle of the room, and she quickly guided the dazed Gabby onto her back on it. She dropped to her knees and spread Gabby's legs wide. Before Gabby knew what was happening, Anna was lapping the cum out of her pussy.

This was clearly not Anna's first time - she expertly probed and licked, sucked and whorled, until Gabby was almost meowing with pleasure. Gabby closed her eyes and reached out her arms, and almost instantly had a cock in each hand, which she started to stroke. She felt hands on her body, stroking her breasts, her thighs, her feet. 

She felt something bump against her cheek, and quickly turned her head toward it, parting her lips. A cock was slipped into her mouth, and she sucked hungrily on it, eagerly tasting mingled cum and pussy juices.

She heard one man grunt in orgasm, and felt hot cum splash on her tits, closely followed by a warm mouth licking it off and sucking on her nipples. One of the cocks she was stroking began to jerk, and she pulled it toward her, directing more cum onto her chest and belly. The man on the other side of her came, and added to the hot mess on her voluptuous body, and the soft cocks in her hands were quickly replaced by hard ones.

She suddenly felt a jet of semen in her throat, and struggled to swallow it all. The cock pulled away, and Gabby felt the soft warm lips of one of the women, kissing her, tasting the cum in her mouth, sucking on her tongue and nibbling her lips.

Gabby's entire body was in ecstasy, hands and lips and tongues all over her, hot cum running down her boobs, hard cocks in her sticky hands.

Anna's tongue licked up and down her, now thrusting deep into her cunt, now sucking her clit, then pushing into her asshole.

Then Anna began to focus on Gabby's clit, and multiple fingers began to probe her, darting around in her pussy, slipping in and out of her ass, spreading her, teasing her lips, rubbing her g-spot.

Gabby felt the orgasm building. She dropped the cocks in her hands and clutched Anna's hair, pulling her face hard into her pussy. Anna kept up her pace licking Gabby's clit, and Gabby came, hard, oh so hard, her body arching and twisting, a long, low gasp coming from her throat.

She let go of Anna's hair, and felt her ankles grabbed and lifted. A hard cock pushed her pussy lips aside and thrust deep into her. The man pushed her legs way back until her knees were pressed against her tits, and put his weight behind fucking her. Soon, she was cumming again, and her clenching cunt quickly brought him to orgasm. 

Another man took his place in her sopping wet pussy and pumped his semen into her, and then another. She felt cum being forced out of her by the fucking, and running down her crack and across her asshole, and she came again.

Once all the men were exhausted, two of the women got back between Gabby's legs and took turns licking her clean, giving her one last, massive orgasm.

Later, after all the guests had left, Gabby took a long hot shower and smiled to herself as she tried to count just how many cocks she'd had in her, how many orgasms she'd given, how many people she'd made happy that evening. 

It had been a good night...



The Hostess: Alternate Version



Glancing at the clock at the clock hanging in the kitchen and seeing that it was almost seven I wondered why I was up so early on my day off. I finished cleaning up from breakfast and was finally able to sit down and relax for a little while. I had just moved into my new condo during summer break and had a few weeks before starting my new job. Eventually, I want to open my own business, but for now, this one will pay the bills. 

I didn't have to worry about anything until later in the afternoon, when my grandfather, Ben, would be arriving to stay for a couple of nights. His house had been damaged during the last heavy rains, so grandfather and grandmother used the opportunity to go visit and stay with some old friends who live a few hours away. But being the type of guy he was he felt he needed to come back early to 'supervise' the repairs to his house. 

Probably the real reason is that he really didn't want to miss his monthly poker night with his buddies which for some reason I had volunteered my place to host it in. I suppose I wanted to break it in and show it off since it was my first real place and not just another apartment. To be honest, grandfather told me he would cancel the game or meet at one of the other guys' homes, but I insisted that it was alright to hold it here because I really wanted to play hostess in my own place. I probably should have listened to him because I had wanted to paint the walls before having company, but with money being a little tight now I had to settle for the plain white ones. 

Taking a break from getting the house ready for the visitors, I sat down on the couch, wondering if I needed to go to the store for any more supplies. Instead, I decided to put in my exercise DVD and get a quick workout in. I had just turned twenty-two and had been out of college for nearly six months. I finally was able to find a good job near where I wanted to live and couldn't wait until next week when I would start working. 

I had hoped to be married, to a great guy by this point, but I didn't want to rush into anything without thinking. Of course thinking about some hot man and seeing some of the studs on the video, caused me to feel the familiar hunger between my legs. I stopped the workout and stretch out on the couch. My hand then wandered between my legs as I gently massaged myself. 

With grandfather arriving in a few hours, I knew this would likely be my only opportunity to "relieve" myself. I removed my shorts then began massaging my closely trimmed pubic area, my heart began to beat a little faster. Spreading my legs I inserted my fingers into already wet pussy. Rubbing my clit, I began to feel the tingling spread over my body. Probing myself further I felt an orgasm begin to build. Rubbing faster and thrusting my hips I was lost in deep concentration to what I was doing. Just as I was about to cum, the sudden ring of the phone almost caused me to fall off the couch. The mood broken, I sullenly walked over to the phone and picked it up. "Hello?" I breathlessly asked. 

"Are you okay sweetie, did I interrupt something?" came grandfather's rich baritone. 

"No, I was just cleaning up the house in preparation for your card game this tomorrow." 

"Oh, honey, don't put yourself out, besides, we probably won't even play that long." 

"I want to, besides it will give me a chance to wear one of my fancy big girl dresses," I jokingly said. 

"Really?" he replied, "But it's just an afternoon game, I don't know if ..." 

"I promise," I interrupted, "I won't go overboard, besides, I have several cocktail dresses that I really don't get to wear too often. So, are ya about ready to head out?" 

"Well ... unfortunately, the car is acting up, so I'll have to run it into the shop first so I'm not sure what time I'll get there." 

"Oh, ok, have any when you might?" 

"If it is too late, I'll just leave early tomorrow, if that's alright with you?" 

"That'll be fine, just let me know when you can." 

"Sure thing sweetie." 

After a little more chatting, we said goodbye and hung up. Trying to go back to what I was doing, I found that the distraction had quashed the mood. So, I decided to take a cool shower and finish getting the house ready. 

After the shower I looked at myself in the mirror, while hoping that grandfather wouldn't have to come here too late or wait until tomorrow. 

After drying my hair I then proceeded to look through my closet, and find a nice outfit for tomorrow. I did like the idea of being able to dress up nice and not have to worry about going out somewhere. I wasn't a supermodel or anything, but I was aware of men often looking me over, even when I'm on a date with someone, which has been all to rare of late. 

I had been told that it was my smile and greenish eyes, red hair, mixed with a bubbly personality that attracted the attention. I didn't understand because I do not fit the thin, large breasted image of the 'perfect woman' that was held up to be what every man wanted. I have an hourglass shape with perky but cleavage-less breasts. Looking in my closet, I found a nice black dress that while sexy, was not too flashy. I then pulled out some nice fishnet stockings and medium heeled shoes and placed them on cedar chest at the foot of the bed. 

Later that evening, grandfather called again, telling me that unfortunately his car would not be ready and he probably wouldn't be able to leave until late tomorrow afternoon at the earliest and that he would call his friends and cancel the game. 

"Well, I did buy some food and stuff and would hate to see it go to waste. If they want to they can still have the game here," I said 

"I'll check with them and see if they want to. I do appreciate you being so willing to do this." 

About an hour later, grandfather called back. "They said as long as you don't mind they would love to have the game at your place, besides, none of them have seen it since you moved in and got it fixed up." 

"Good," I said, "I'll make sure they have a good time." 

"Thanks again, sweetie." 

The following morning his friends typically would begin arriving wherever the game was to be held one o'clock or so. It was now almost past noon so I decided to get dressed. After fixing my hair, I started to take off my bright red yoga shorts when the doorbell rang. Pulling my shorts back up I raced down to the front door. 

Reaching the door, I opened it and saw that Roger was on the other side. He stood agape and looked me up and down several times. Before he could recover I spoke up, "Hello, Roger, I will be your hostess this afternoon." "He, hello," he stammered, "nice to see you again, Michelle." "Please follow me Mr. Roger," I said. 

Roger was the youngest of the group at fifty-six years old. He had thin grey hair and was rather slim except for a slight beer gut, though he kept in good enough shape to run half marathons. 

Entering the living room with my guest, I offered him his choice of seats until the others arrived. 

"Just make yourself at home," I said, "I have to go finish getting dressed. If anyone else shows up, just let them in." 

Giving me another quick lookover, he replied, "OK. Which way to the kitchen, I could use a drink?" 

"Just down the hallway to the left. I have tea, water, soft drinks, just grab whatever." I got dressed and went back to the living room and sat with Roger for a couple of minutes before I heard a knock at the door. Opening the door, Jim and Richard had both arrived. Jim had just hit sixty and still had most of his dark hair, but with an ever-growing bald spot in back. Richard was on tall and a bit of a smooth talker. He had the fullest head of hair and was probably the most handsome man in the group. 

When Stan showed up, he didn't miss a beat. As soon as I opened the door he said, "Well good afternoon 'Chelle," as if he had been expecting me to be dolled up. 

After a few minutes I realize that it was my house after all, so most likely, he was. As he said that he reached around and hugged me tightly. Lingering a bit longer than was comfortable, he only loosened his hold when I had to push him away. He was the one who knew me the least yet acted as if he'd known me forever. 

He was the shortest one of the group and quite pudgy, though not really fat. He did sport a comb-over which was hard to ignore and had that perpetual sweaty look. He was slightly shorter than I am but still had a commanding presence. At seventy-six he was the oldest of the group. 

Everyone was seated on the couch and chairs around my living room, casually chatting as I played the role of hostess. Bringing drinks when ready and some snacks, I found I was really enjoying this. 

At first they talked about their families, grandchildren, birding trips and golf. Soon the topic came to me, what I'd been doing, how life was treating me now that I was out of school and if any special guy was around. I told them how I wanted to start my own business and that there was no guys in my life at the moment. Occasionally, while refreshing drinks, I notice them stealing several stares when they thought I wouldn't notice. Oddly enough this excited me more than I would have thought and made me slow down a bit so they could get a good look. Part of me felt a little weird about it, but another part found it quite thrilling, thinking, 'I really need to find a guy soon.' They continued to talk and look for about twenty minutes before the men were ready for some cards. 

Playing several hands, I sat on the stool behind where my Jim was sitting. Roger had a pretty good view of my legs, which I tried to obscure as best I could, but I did notice several leering glances. Seeing a few empty glasses, I went into the kitchen for the tea pitcher and went around filling them up again. 

After a little over an hour, the men decided to take a break. I went into the kitchen to prepare some more snacks and make more tea. Someone entered behind my and I turned around to look. Richard was standing there watching me. Putting on a smile, I asked, "Can I get you something?" 

"Nope, just looking around; I really like your place and just wanted to take a look," he said. 

"I'm sorry, that was rude of me," I said walking out the door. Everyone was standing talking, except Jim, who was just coming back from the bathroom. "Would anyone like a tour of the house?" I asked. Everyone nodded their head and answered positively. 

Before we could start the phone rang. Going to the counter where the receiver was, I answered it. It was one of my girlfriends calling to see if I wanted to get together and do something. I excused myself and left the room while telling her about my day so far and the card game. 

She said in mock surprise, "I can't believe you just moved in and are already entertaining a room full of men, and you didn't even invite me!" 

"I'm sorry," I said dripping with sarcasm, "I know how turned on you get from the smell of Ben Gay and long discussions about prostates." 

"Oh ... ok, I hope you kids have a lovely time and don't get too wild." 

"No promises, who knows? We may even stay up 'til nine o'clock." 

After couple more minutes we said our goodbyes and I went back out to my guests. 

Entering the dining room, everyone suddenly got quiet and all eyes turned to me. Slipping back into hostess mode, I asked, "Am I interrupting something?" 

"No, nothing at all," Stan replied 

"We were just waiting for some drinks Miss," he said rather sternly. 

"My apologies sirs; is there anything I can get you?" I said bowing my head submissively. 

Going around the table with the tea pitcher I filled each glass. While I did this I felt a hand on the back of my leg. Looking around I saw that it was Richard, who gave me a wink. I couldn't help but smile in return. Standing there a little longer than necessary I let him rub my leg, until he inched a bit too high. Walking away back towards my stool, I looked around the table. Fortunately no one had seen what had happened, so I exhaled a relieved sigh. It had felt good to have someone touch me; besides, I was sure he got much more out of it than I did. 

When it was time for another short break, I took the men on a quick tour of the house. All were very impressed and liked what I had done with it so far. 

As everyone was leaving the bedroom talking, Richard stayed behind and grabbed my arm then pulled me back in as the others descended the stairs. 

"I apologize for earlier," he said. "Think nothing of it ..." I smiled somewhat nervously. He interrupted, "No ... I mean it, it's been a while and you are so beautiful ... and well, I forgot where we were and who you are for a minute ..." 

"That's fine, really, it was no big deal, just a slip of the hand, right? I do expect a nice tip at the end of the day though," I said smiling to show him I was being honest. 

I leaned up to give him a quick peck on the cheek to show him there were no hard feelings. He however turned and gave me a full kiss on the lips. I then surprised myself by not pushing him away from, but actually kissed him back. Breaking our embrace, I stood there breathless. Smiling, he left the room followed shortly by me as soon as I steadied myself. Exiting the doorway, I heard a short cough, turned around and saw Stan standing by the doorway, staring at me intently. Embarrassed at possibly being caught I tried to stammer something, but didn't know what to say. 

He proceeded to walk up to me, put his hand around my neck and guided me to his lips and then kissed me deeply, which again I found myself returning. I soon felt his hands reach around and massage my butt cheeks. Losing myself, I began grinding myself into him. Suddenly I was jerked back to reality when I heard a voice from downstairs: 

"What's taking y'all so long?" 

Pushing him away, I turned and went into my bedroom, closing the door. Looking at the alarm clock on the night stand I saw that it was almost four thirty. I hadn't realized how long they had been playing. Catching my breath and changing my now drenched panties I headed back downstairs. 

Going back out into the dining room, everyone was seated and the men were engrossed in their game. Roger had most of the money on the table, Richard was almost out of money and Stan was out completely and was sitting on my stool eating some chips. Jim had a decent pile, but not as much as he started with. 

I walked over to where Stan was and stood beside him. 

"Would you like your stool back?" Stan asked. 

"No, that's OK," I said sounding to myself like I was a million miles away. 

"Are you ok?" he inquired, "You look tense". 

"Fine ... just a bit tired," was all I could mutter. 

He turned towards me, placed his hands on my shoulders and guided me in front of him and began rubbing my neck. 

"You look like you could use some relaxation," he said. "Thanks," I replied as I leaned into Stan as he rubbed my shoulders. Thinking about how wonderful his hands were on my body I sighed blissfully while he kneaded my shoulders and neck. After a few minutes of this I realized his hands had begun to migrate towards my waist. Looking down I could see a pair of hands gently rubbing my hips, inching the hem of my dress up ever so slightly. 

Somewhat regaining my head, I looked around the room to see everyone's eyes were on me. I had expected someone to intervene on my behalf, but they just sat there with a look of surprise on their faces. 

Looking down again, I noticed that the hem of my dress was up and now my panties were visible to everyone. I tried to pull the hem back down, only to have Stan's strong hands push mine away and pull my dress back up, this time past my navel. Feeling so turned on I had no desire to protect my modesty. 

There was the sound of chairs being pushed back from the table and I heard the men get up and walk towards me and Stan. 

Next, I felt Stan brush my hair from my neck and lightly start kissing my ear, slowly moving down to the nape of my neck. Closing my eyes I tried to push what was happening from my mind. 

Forgetting where I was and who I was with, I realized a pair of hands were now lightly massaging my breasts. Since my only reaction to this was to moan with pleasure whoever it was became bolder and began fondling me harder. Opening my eyes I saw Richard's comb-over as he leaned in to kiss and suckle my erect nipples through my dress. 

I knew this had to stop, but the further they went the hotter I became. I felt my panties get pulled down next and I turned around to look at Stan in the eye and said dreamily, "Stop this right now," but without any conviction behind it. 

As I gazed into his suddenly youthful blue eyes I became transfixed as he and the others ignored me. As I looked, I felt someone start to pull my dress straps down over my shoulders and then, before I realized it, I was standing their in only my bra with my dress now a bundle around my waist. 

Then in what seemed like an instant, I felt hands deftly remove my bra. I was now standing completely exposed front of four much older men; one rubbing my shoulders and kissing my neck, one licking and sucking my breasts, while another hand was on my moist pussy massaging my lips and slowly inserting a finger further and further. 

I looked at the hand caressing my shoulder as it moved down my arm then took hold of my wrist as he guided my off the stool and started pulling me toward the bedroom. Before I knew it, Roger was leading me up to my bedroom with three horny old men in close pursuit. Walking behind him up the stairs, I couldn't help but notice the protrusion jutting out from his pants. Seeing that I had such an effect on him made me even more light-headed. All I wanted to do was get his pants off of him and see what he had waiting for me. Guiding me to the side of the bed, he sat me down. I inched back and lay down spreading my arms and legs as the men quickly undressed. Roger immediately climbed on top of me. Glancing around the room all the men stood around my bed and with their cocks in various degrees of hardness. The mere sight almost made me cum without needing to be touched. 

In my last moment before I gave into my lust I managed to reach for the night stand and pulled out some condoms. Stan being closest grabbed the box and emptied the contents in the bed beside me. As Roger kissed me he gently pawed at my breasts, pinching and squeezing as if their was no tomorrow. 

Roger then removed his hands to my disappointment; however, I soon realized he needed them to put on the condom and guide himself into my wet hole. I felt his cock stretching the opening of my pussy. As he slowly began inserting himself inside of me I immediately came. As he began to build up speed, I pushed my hips up to meet him. As I felt a second orgasm begin to run through my extremely horny body, Roger began to push into me faster and faster until he neared completion. He pulled out and rolled over pulling the condom off. 

"Suck me!" he cried. 

Quickly maneuvering myself over his hardness, I put him in my mouth and began sucking his dick until he emptied himself inside my waiting mouth. As he rolled off of the bed, I knew there was no stopping now. 

When Roger got out of the way, Jim quickly, took his place. He pushed himself in my sopping wet pussy. He was much more gentle than Roger had been. Slowly pushing his condom wrapped member into me, he brought me yet again to another powerful orgasm. As he approached his own climax he withdrew, removed the rubber and crawled up me and straddled on top of my chest and put his cock in my open mouth. Tasting my juices on Jim only made me hotter as I sucked away on his thick knob. After a relatively short time he made his deposit. As he filled my mouth I wasn't able to swallow all of it and some did escape and drip down my cheek. 




The Hostess: Alternate Version



Before Jim was even off of me, I felt another stiff cock enter me. When Roger did move out of the way, I looked down and saw that it was Richard. Seeing his condom wrapped penis disappear into me I then noticed, out of my peripheral vision, a second man holding his dick in front of my face. Reaching up and grabbing it, I saw that it was attached to Stan. I immediately guided it into my mouth and began sucking hard. Nibbling on his rock hard member, he sounded like he was nearing his own orgasm. Quickly moving my hands he backed way from me as I turned my attention back to Jim. 

Wrapping my legs around him and staring in his eyes he quickly climaxed, shoving himself as far as he could in me. Laying on top of me, winded we both had time to catch our breath. Shortly after Jim pulled out, Stan was on top of me. Teasing me he rubbed my outer lips with his cock head driving me into even more of a frenzy. He then proceeded to begin to enter me only to pull out again and start teasing me again. Looking up at him I pleaded for him to fuck me. Smiling he obliged as he entered me and slowly thrust himself in and out. After a few minutes of this he then quickly and roughly turned my over onto my stomach. Lifting my hips, he then pushed his cock against my very wet and lubricated asshole and began pushing into me as I tried to push him away. 

"No, I can't ... I've never done that!" I protested. 

The denial only made my Stan tighten his hold of my hips and slowly yet forcefully enter my unused anus. 

I responded with less than a half-hearted attempt to prevent him from entering my backside. The further he pushed the more willing I became. Probing me deeper and deeper until he was all the way in, I collapsed onto my arms and buried my face in a pillow to stifle the cries from his painful yet pleasurable thrusts. 

I had a lost count on the number of orgasms that I had, but this one was without question the most intense yet. As his pace began to quicken, I could hear him breathing more and more heavily, until he pulled out, flipped my over on my back and began to enter my tired, yet hungry cunt. 

Smiling, he re-entered my waiting pussy and began pumping me with such force low animalistic grunts escaped from the back of my throat. When I was finally able to open my eyes he was staring down at my in a lustful frenzy. As I stared back at him meeting each thrust with my own as he continued to ram himself into me. Pumping harder and harder he was just about to reach his climax. 

Grabbing his butt cheeks I held on for dear life, refusing to let go. His moaning and thrusting began to speed up as waves of semen entered my canal. Thrusting into me with each spasm, my own orgasm grew into a wave that left my quivering and physically drained, unaware of where I was. Collapsing on top of me with his cock still inside, I could feel it slowly decrease in size and begin to withdraw. When it did fall out, a low, disappointed moan escaped my lips. He rolled over, put his arms behind his head and sighed contentedly. Noticing he did not have a condom on, I looked to see if it was laying nearby. Sitting up and looking at him relaxing I asked, "You did wear a condom, didn't you?" 

While Stan's breathing slowed down, he replied, "Nope." 

Stunned and not knowing how to respond to this bit of news I searched for something to say. 

"Oh, shit!" I said more to myself than the men standing around me. Falling back, staring at the ceiling a million thoughts ran through my mind. 

Stan then added, "I've been fixed for years, so there is no way." Exhaling a very relieved sigh, I stretched out contentedly. After several minutes of this the men started to get dressed and talked in hushed whispers as the exited the room. I heard everyone go downstairs, and it sounded like they all resumed their places around the table and started playing cards again. 

After a couple of minutes I got up and walked into the bathroom to clean up, I looked at myself in the mirror and was greeted with a huge beaming smile. 

Realizing my dress was still bunched up around my middle, I slipped it off and kicked it against the wall. Putting on my panties and a T-shirt I went downstairs and saw the men sitting around the table chatting. 

Looking towards them, I resumed my position on the bar stool. After a few heartbeats Richard broke the ice by saying, "We had a great time Michele." 

I smiled and replied, "So did I." 

This caused smiles to quickly spread across the room as the men began gathering their winnings. Each one left some money in the center of the table and pocket whatever remained. 

Looking at them, I asked, "What's that for?" pointing toward the pile. 

Richard answered, "That's your tip." 

Picking it up and counting, it was close to three hundred dollars. 

"Guys", I said, "I can't take all this." 

"Consider it a little investment for your future business." 

I stood there thinking about it as they started heading toward the door. Stan stopped before the hallway and said, "Oh, we were talking about starting up another monthly game and were wondering if you'd like to continue on as hostess." 

Slowly shaking my head I watched the four smiles suddenly turned into faces of disappointment. "Not sure I can wait a whole month, besides starting a business is very expensive," I replied smiling.