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AP

By: Kaereni



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Chapter 1, Sam Shade

I was sitting in my office killing time, throwing darts at the dartboard on the back of the office door. That the board had the mayor's face on it didn't hurt my game any. My feet on the desk, relaxing by throwing darts at the most hated man in the city. Life was good. Then she walked in just as I threw, the dart missing her by a fraction of an inch. She didn't flinch, just gave a shake of that long blond hair and looked at me.

"You Sam Shade?" she asked.

Dropping my feet to the floor I looked at her from under the brim of my gray fedora. She was dressed in 1930's style, brown tweed skirt, matching blazer and a small hat with a feather sticking out of it at a jaunty angle. Her lips looked as if she'd kissed a freshly painted fire truck. I made a mental note to wander down to the fire station and see if they'd painted their trucks lately. I decided to play it cool as I nodded at her and gestured towards the chair in front of my desk. 

As she moved forward, gliding over the floor and looking as though she were ice-skating, I realized my receptionist hadn't announced her. I made another mental note to have some harsh words with her after the doll had left. The chair gave the slightest of squeaks when she sat down. My ears perked, but I managed to keep the surprise out of my face. As she dabbed the tissue to her eyes, I was thinking, 'The only one to make the chair squeak that way had been Fat Johnny, and he was well over 400 pounds of pure lard.'

Her hand reached into her clutch purse and emerged holding a snapshot, which she offered to me. When I didn't reach out to take it, she laid it on the desk in front of me. She was wearing those black lace gloves and, underneath I could see her nails had been painted the same bright red as her lips.

"I'm Angela Williams." She sniffed a few times, making a big production number of it. "My brother...Alvin...He's missing...I want you to find him." Again she stops and makes with the sob routine. 

I glanced down at the picture and then up at her. If that mug was her brother then they had different fathers to say the least. I leaned back and took a closer look at her.

"When did you see him last?" I asked.

The more I looked at her the more I realized the dame was out of place in this part of town. A class broad like her walking into my office to find a missing brother was about as likely as me winning the lottery. Seeing I don't play the lottery then the odds of that happening were damn slim. But there was something about her, something that made me want to help her. 

"Two days ago," she replied, sniffling into her hankie. "He said he was going to meet a Mister Desalvo. He never came home." It was as if someone turned on the faucet with those last four words.

Frankie Desalvo was a small time hood that ran a club out on the west end called 'The Pink Pussycat.' Some people said it was a cover for a prostitution ring. He had several bigwigs in his pocket and was considered bullet proof. I guessed the cops hadn't shown much interest in finding Alvin.

I let her get herself under control before continuing with the questions.

"Did Alvin say what this meeting was about?" Something was nagging at my mind as I watched her and listened to her sobbing, but no matter how hard I tried I just couldn't pin it down. 

"Please forgive me," says the broad, struggling to get herself under control. I watch her reach into her purse again. This time she produces a small perfume bottle, spraying it on her neck and inner wrists. "Don't think badly of me for carrying on like that." When she leans forward in her chair the squeak is even louder.

"Not at all Miss Williams," I say to her as I become aware of the musky scent of her perfume. I inhale several times before I realize what I'm doing. 'Capture scent,' my mind screams. A light bulb goes off inside my head as I put it together; if I'm wrong about this I'm sunk. I pull out the side panel on my desk and glance down at it while keeping my breathing as shallow as possible. I knew something she didn't, but once she figured out the capture scent wasn't affecting me as planned I'd be in trouble.

Looking up at her I smile and pull off my fedora allowing my long auburn tresses to tumble down over my shoulders. "Wrong sex sister, Sam is short for Samantha not Samuel." Looking down at the paper I read the words out loud before she has time to react. "Command override priority Alpha Beta Gamma X-ray Kilo Niner." She freezes even as her hand reaches out towards me. 

Quickly I get to my feet, walk to the windows and push them open as far as they'd go. For once the smell of exhaust fumes drifting up from the street is almost welcome. The sooner the air cleared the happier I would be. Even with her using the wrong capture scent I could still feel the fire of lust for her building in my mind. If she hadn't made the error of mistaking my sex, I'd have done anything to be allowed to cum all day, with no memory of the time lost other than a burning desire to see her again. Now I understand how she got past my receptionist. Opening the door I look out towards her desk and see her lying across her desk with one hand blurring between her open legs. 'As if she needed any encouragement,' I think, before turning back to the android sitting at my desk. "Stand." I order.

She climbs to her feet and I move in close, poking her flesh and feeling the skin on the back of her hand. It feels pliable and warm. Damn it's good, I've never come across one as advanced as this. I pinch the skin at the base of her neck real hard to make damn sure she is an android. Yep - no reaction.

I sit down at my desk again and consider my words carefully before speaking. Whoever sent her must have serious muscle and I needed to be careful that I didn't end up like my receptionist, masturbating myself into a coma. "You will answer all my questions fully and to the best of your ability." I pause for a moment and throw in a test to make sure she understood. You can never be sure with some of these AP's; they can be as slippery as a corrupt politician. "Does unit understand and comply?" I ask, unable to come up with a better idea off the top of my head. 

"Unit understands and will comply." The woman's voice is flat, mechanical.

"Paraphrase your programming."

"Answer all questions fully and truthfully," the voice says. "Access Slade by any means and make him..." the woman's face turns and her eyes lock onto mine, "...her. Make her find Alvin Williams." The flat voice changes, and becomes that of the woman once more, "No matter what it takes to get her to agree."

"Who sent you to see me?"

"Null program."

"How did you get here?"

"Null program."

I frowned; this was getting me nowhere. "Who is Alvin Williams?"

"My brother," comes the answer. 

'Her brother?' I ask myself and lean back in my chair. I need time to think. How could a real person have an AP for a sister, unless they're both AP's?

"Is Alvin Williams an AP, or an android?" I ask.

"No," says the woman in a flat voice. 

I sit back, not quite sure what to think. I remember reading somewhere they were trying to make AP's think they were the same as humans. I frowned, figuring this was getting me nowhere. If I wanted to find out what was going on, I needed to find this Alvin guy, and quick.

"When and where was Alvin last seen?" I ask.

"Alvin left The Pink Pussycat Club in the company of a Rachel9 unit at 2am Thursday morning," said the woman. She blinked slowly.

"Trouble with your eyes?" I asked.

"My lenses need to be cleaned."

"What is your next step?" I ask, half expecting her to say 'go home' or something of the sort. For the second time in five minutes I got an answer I wasn't expecting.

"Trail Slade and neutralize her once Alvin is recovered," she says, as if ending my life means nothing to her. It hadn't escaped my notice that she hadn't stumbled over the him/her thing this time. Suddenly I let my instinct take over and look into her eyes. 

"New program," I tell her.

The woman's eyes close and her voice becomes female again. "Ready for program input," she says. I give it to her in small, bite size chunks.

"You find yourself attracted to Shade." "You will do anything for Shade." "You will lay down your life for Shade." "You are in love with Shade." "You will not be able to tell any others of these commands." "Program ends."

"Program received... Processing... Complete." The woman's eyes flicker open and she looks at me sitting on the far side of the desk. I give her a long hard look.

"I've decided to take your case Angela," I tell her. "I'll find Alvin for you." Hopefully that should avoid the 'neutralize Shade' business from taking place for another week or two.

"Oh thank you Sam," she says leaning across the desk, coming as close to me as she can get with a six by four chunk of mahogany sitting between us, "How can I ever repay you?" Her voice has a breathless quality to it; maybe I overdid it a little with the new program. 

One thought does come to mind. "There is one thing you can do," I say. "May I have your perfume bottle?" Without a moments hesitation she opens her bag and hands over the small perfume bottle I'd seem earlier, along with a second one. Looking at them I see one has the male symbol on it, and the other a female symbol. I look at her with some relief.

"Thank you so much Angela."

She closes her eyes and lets out a tiny moan before whispering her reply.

"You are so welcome Samantha." She reaches into her bag and comes out with a card. "You can reach me at this address and number. Any time day or night, call me?"

I take Angela's card and set it down on the desk.

"I'll keep you informed, have a nice day now," I tell her as I take her arm and usher her out of the office, smiling to myself as she shivers with delight at my touch. Back at my desk I sit down and stare at the card and the two bottles, and try to work out what my next move should be. 

AP - Chapter 2, Jimmy the Geek 

I learned long ago that it's better to spend time thinking things through than to go off half-cocked. It was this practice that made me one of the top private investigators in the city. With that in mind I pulled out a pad and a pen and started writing.

Item Alvin Williams - missing. Last seen - with a Rachel9 unit, 2am Thursday morning. Supposed to meet with mob at The Pink Pussycat.

Item Angela Williams - an AP. Cutting edge technology. Programmed to dispose of me afterwards. Capture scent.

I sit and stare at the list for a moment before adding the word 'bitch' to the programmed... comment, only to scribble it out again a moment later. My argument wasn't with Angela, but with whoever had bad-mouthed me while programming her memory.

I look at my list and frown. I don't know enough about robotics to be sure what's going on here, though I didn't need an expert to tell me it was trouble. This case stank worse than last week's blue plate special at Mom's Dinner. I think for a minute or two before picking up my pen and writing down a list of things I needed to know.

Question - Rachel9 unit specs. Question - Angela unit specs. Question - Capture scent access. Question - Alvin Williams job. Question - Mob??? Question - Who sent Angela? Question - Why?

That's the problem with my line of work, always far more questions that answers.

I put down my pen before the list gets any longer, run my eyes over it and nod. First stop is to find more about robotics in general, and this Angela in particular. I need to see Jimmy the Geek anyways, to thank him for slipping me the command codes. Perhaps a quick tumble between the sheets while I'm there, to quench the fire burning in my loins.

Standing up, I take off my jacket and slip the '45 colt into one shoulder holster and a tazer into the other. The two weapons feel heavy, but better to be safe than sorry. Replacing my jacket, I pull on a trench coat, tuck my hair up under my fedora and leave the office. On the way out I pause to check out my secretary. She's still on her back, down on the floor now, and her hand's moving noticeably slower inside her soaked panties. I shake my head and lock the door behind me as I leave. She's got her own set of keys; she can let herself out when she's done.

Leaving the old, rundown brownstone, I hang a left away from Jimmy's place. Just down the street is a used furniture store where I could watch for any sign of a tail. I know how skittish Jimmy is about people he doesn't know and want to make sure I lose any tails they've put on me. Shaking my head I see them working their way down the street, even third graders could do a better job than these clowns.

Without even looking at them I turn and walk down the steps into the subway. 'Let's try a simple one,' I mutter as I walk slowly down the platform heading east. When the train pulls in I jump on and get a place near the door. As we pull away I glance around and see two of them in black suits. They look like a couple of gorillas only without the apes good looks and intelligence. As we pull into the next station I act nonchalant until the doors start to close and then slip through the door and step out onto the platform and away. In the car I can see the thugs still fighting their way to the door as the train pulls away. I smile and give them a wave as I turn away up the stairs heading for Jimmy's again, still keeping both my eyes peeled for any other tails they might have put on me.

Jimmy the Geek ran a second hand electronics store and had a memory like a sponge when it came to electronic gadgets. If you wanted to know about twentieth century computers, Jimmy was the man to see. If you wanted to know about current military research into robotics, Jimmy was still your man.

After checking the street I slipped into the shop, slamming home the deadbolt and turning over the sign in the window. 'Back in I hour,' it read.

'What a dump,' I think to myself as I weave my way through the towering piles of electronic equipment threatening to topple over and bury me at any moment. "Hey Jimmy." I call out as I reach the counter without seeing him. As if in response I hear a distant flush. Relieved than nothing unpleasant seems to have happened to the Geek, I remove the hat and trench coat, draping them over the counter as I pull up a stool.

Jimmy comes in from the storeroom out back. His black pants are a couple of inches too short for his legs, his white tee-shirt still has the ironing creases in it, and the black plastic-framed glasses he's wearing are held together with tape at the bridge.

"Hey Red," he begins, "It's good to see you." He stops a few feet away from me, his head leans to one side and he gives me a disappointed look. "You're packing Samantha." Suddenly his voice is wary and formal. "You know you're not supposed to bring heat here," he says, as he backs away and reaches a hand beneath the counter.

Holding up my hands in mock surrender I give him one of my special smiles. "I know the routine Geek." I tell him and start to undress. As I do a slow striptease for him, I make sure my clothing is in one pile and the weapons in another. When I get down to my bra and panties I give him another smile. "Happy now Jimmy?" I ask, and wink at him.

He sweeps the two weapons off to one side and pulls up a stool to the counter. "Red, I swear you only pack heat because you know I'll make you strip." He looks me over one more time as if to photograph me. "It's okay," he says, "You can get dressed now."

Instead I lick a finger and trace it slowly down between my cleavage. "Oh, do I have to?" I say with a mock pout. Jimmy and I have been playing this game ever since I first walked into his shop five years ago. Even then I knew about his homemade death ray and his fear of weapons. "I love you too Geek," I say as I get dressed, leaving the jacket, trench coat and fedora sitting on the counter.

As I get dressed, he pours two cups of coffee, pushing one of them across the counter towards me before climbing up on his stool and flipping his way through a magazine. He glances at the two weapons and back at me, his face creased into a frown. "What's up Samantha, you never go around carrying both of them?"

"My god, the Geek is worried about me," I think to myself. Putting on a smile I try to shrug it off. "It's nothing to worry about Jimmy," I tell him and reach out to pat his hand in reassurance. Just before it lands, I stop and pull back. The Geek never likes to be touched by anyone, a fact I'd almost forgotten. He looks down at my hand hovering close to his. 

"Nothing huh?" He says, looking me in the eye and taking my hand in his. I sit frozen, staring at Jimmy's hand. As far as I could remember, he'd never allowed another person to touch him, and here he was holding my hand in his with a look of concern on his face. "Talk to me Red. Something is up isn't it? The town is abuzz, and now you show up carrying your old man's Colt '45." 

To break the tension of the moment I change the subject. "Jimmy," I say, "I need some information about Rachel9 units, and the latest developments in robotics. I also need some advice." I squeeze his hand before letting it go rather too reluctantly for my total peace of mind. That capture scent must have been a good batch

"Rachel9," asks Jimmy, and starts punching at a hidden computer keyboard. A small holographic image appears on top of the counter and spins around. "Rachel series: Sexbot, 5'6", 38DD, 22" waist, 36" hips, head hair to below shoulders, programmed to please." He looks up at me. "Sounds like a promotional ad," he says and resumes typing. After a moment he nods his head. "Here we go. This is from one of the trades. The Rachel series has put the traditional streetwalker out of business. Starting with the first introduction of this robot, each revision has become more lifelike. The latest version, Rachel8 is able to function as a solo unit without human programming. It is said that the next version, Rachel9, will be able to make command level decisions on its own. This writer, for one, is concerned about robots being able to make their own choices. Does this mean they have free will?"

I look at the Geek. "Free will, is that possible?" He looks at me through the spinning image of the Rachel series. "I don't know Red. There have been efforts in that direction but actual progress, I don't know."

"That leads me to another area I've been wondering about. Just how real can they look and act?" I ask. "I hear on the street that the Angela series really takes the cake when it comes to AP's."

"Angela series?" Jimmy asks. He starts typing. "Angela, Angela," he mutters her name to himself again and again, as though it was some kind of mantra. After ten minutes he looks up from the keyboard. "I don't know where you heard of this Angela series Sam, but there's no such critter anywhere on here."

I look at him, but he seems genuinely puzzled. "Hmmm, I guess my informant was wrong then," I say, trying to cover my tracks. "So how far can they take this stuff? What about emotions?"

Jimmy sips his coffee. "Well..." he says, "The simple emotions like happy or sad have been around for a while. All it needs is movement of a few servos to change a frown into a smile." He chews his upper lip as he's thinking what to say next. "But the stronger emotions are harder to fake. Laughter for instance is a human thing, and so far no one's been able to come up with a substitute for it."


AP



Sipping my coffee, I pull a face and look at it with disgust. "My god Geek, you been brewing this all week?" I put down the cup and look at the grin on his face, "Cute joke..." I say, and slide the cup across the counter towards him. As he pours me a fresh cup I ask "What about tears Jimmy? What about love?"

"Love?" He asks, turning round and looking at me in surprise. "What have you gotten yourself into Sam?"

"You don't want to know honey," I tell him, taking the chance of calling him something different for a change. 

He accepts my answer and then goes back into lip biting mode while he thinks. "Tears...I seem to remember something about that...one minute." He starts typing into his computer and, after a minute he smiles. "Here it is. In last month's issue of Robotics Institute studies a Dr. A. Williams claimed to have made a robot that no one could tell from a human. It came complete with tears and a full range of emotions." He looks up at me. "It was real blue sky type of research, but when asked for proof he was shown to be a fraud. Looking at the article he scans it for more pearls of wisdom. "It seems he'd found a way to make a plastic that felt and acted just like skin." Looking at me he adds, "But turns out it was all faked in the end...you okay Samantha, you look a little pale?" 

As he talked I got this sinking feeling that I knew who Angela was, and what this Dr. William's name might be. The color had drained from my face and I realised Jimmy was looking at me in a strange way. "Oh sorry yes, just distracted a moment."

He shakes his head; clearly he doesn't believe me. I lean forward and lower my voice. "If you had to disable a robot...would the taser do it?"

He looks across at the weapon lying on the counter "You'd be better off using the codes I gave you."

"But what if I don't have time to read them out clearly, would the taser work then?"

He reaches out and hefts it in his hand.

"Modified?" he asks.

"No, standard."

He rolls his eyes. "You carry that antique cannon and an 'over the counter' piece of crap like this?" He shakes his head, slides off his stool and heads into the back of the shop. I hear him rummaging around and a couple of minutes later he reappears with another taser which he hands to me. It's the same shape as mine, but instead of being silver its matt black. "Don't get caught with this Samantha."

I look at it, turning it over in my hand and nod my thanks. Jimmy was the local black-market dealer in esoteric weapons. "Thanks Geek, how much do I owe you?"

Instead of naming a price for me to haggle with, he comes out from behind his counter and hugs me tightly, whispering in my ear. "Be careful Samantha. I don't want to be facing your old man when I pass on and explain how I let his little girl die." He kisses me on the cheek and lets me go, "No charge Red, this one's on the house." 

For a moment I'm stunned, first a hand in mine, followed by a hug and a kiss. "You worry too much Jimmy," I tell him, before grabbing my things and almost running out of the door. I'd never seen the Geek this way before and it unnerved me. I'd always known he and Dad had been close, but his words implied that he knew a lot more than he was letting on.

Outside the shop I stop dead in my tracks. Angela is standing there beside a car I've never seen before waiting for me to come out of Jimmy's. It occurs to me that I forgot to amend her programming to stop her following me.

"Angela," I say, smiling as I walk up to her. "Am I glad to see you. Is there somewhere close we can talk?" AP - Chapter 3, Capture Scent 

"Of course Samantha, anything you want," she says, quivering with the suppressed excitement of seeing me again. She offers me the keys, "Would you like to drive?" she asks.

"No thanks," I say, opening the door and climbing into the passenger seat. As soon as we drive away I become aware of her scent. The capture scent she'd used earlier in the day had faded, to be replaced by another, more alluring smell. As she drives I'm able to watch her. She must be the one Alvin wrote of, the one he failed to produce.

"Why?" I ask, not realizing I'm speaking out loud.

Angela glances at me and rests a lace-covered hand on my thigh as she drives. "Because I need you," she answers, misunderstanding my question.

In a dim part of my mind I realize that she'd somehow dosed herself with the correct version of the capture scent, but it didn't seem to matter any more. All I want is to be with her and please her. We reach a small split-level house somewhere on the North Side, and pull into a garage. Angela gets out of the car and walks into the house with me following her like a well-trained hound on a scent trail. I guess if I'd stopped to think about it, that's exactly what I was.

Once inside the house I follow her through into a stylish living room where she stops, turns and moves in close. Wrapping her arms around me, she kisses me deeply. Without a second thought I return her kiss. The need that has been building in my nether regions begins to flare like a raging fire but she ends the kiss and dances out of my grasp.

"Why don't you make yourself comfortable, get us both a drink while I slip into something more fitting." Her voice was breathless; if she'd asked to strip and dance into the fire with her I'd readily have agreed. 

Even though I feel compelled to follow her orders, I still find time to take in the house, removing my trench coat and jacket as I look around. Several pictures of Alvin are scattered around the room, but none I notice of Angela. Without thinking I take off the two shoulder holsters and set them down on a table along with my tie. Finally I unbutton the top two buttons on my shirt before wandering across to the dry bar against the wall and pouring two glasses of bourbon. Opening an ice bucket I manage to fish out some ice cubes floating in the water. It seems as if someone had filled the bucket earlier in the day.

When Angela enters the room I'm struck by the musky capture scent once more. Even without it she looks stunning, her hair down, makeup and nails perfect. She's wearing a red silk gown with matching pumps and as I look at her I suddenly feel under dressed. I swear I could even feel the dirt under my fingernails.

"Angela, you look...beautiful," I say as she comes over and takes the drink I made for her. Even without the capture scent I'd have been smitten. She was some dame, an angel in robotic form.

Angela sips the drink and sets it down before flowing against me, kissing me once more, her tongue sliding into my mouth as though it belonged there. Somewhere along the line my drink disappears, because my arms are wrapped around her, caressing the silk of her gown and the soft curves of her hidden body as I kiss her back just as passionately. Time becomes disjointed.

Snip, we are in bed, making passionate love between red silk sheets, listening to her voice floating up from between my legs.

"I love you Samantha," she says. My voice and my words are just as heartfelt and real as hers. They speak of love and devotion as I orgasm for the first time. 

Snip, I'm sitting at her dressing table as she applies makeup and nail polish making me as beautiful as she. Angela asking about my past and my replies of how Daddy had wanted a son to carry on his business, only to end up with me instead. Mixed in with these tales of my past we shared more words of devotion. When I gazed into the mirror I hardly recognized myself. I was beautiful.

Snip, watching Angela as she cooks us dinner. Snip, making love again, this time with tenderness and love rather than sexual need. Snip, showering together. Snip, cuddling and snuggling in bed.

I wake in the morning to the touch of her hand on my breast and reach out my own hand to caress her hair. Her eyes open slowly and she smiles. "Good morning angel," I say looking down into her lovely face. When her hand cups my breast and squeezes, I feel my heart is about to burst. Even though she'd tricked me with the capture scent I still feel grand. It had been the first night I could remember sleeping without a single nightmare or waking in a cold sweat.

Angela slides up and kisses me. "Good morning love," she says.

"I love you," I tell her as I kiss her over and over again. The morning turned into a long, slow love session with each of us trying to bring pleasure to the other. I know in my mind that Angela is not real flesh and blood, but at the same time my heart doesn't care. I knew I'd found my soul mate, someone who could understand me, make me feel loved and needed.

Its early afternoon before we finally shower and eat. I watch her as she chews and swallows each bite. I can only surmise that is how she recharges her batteries. As I dress, I frown at my image in the mirror and turn to Angela again. "Will you do my makeup love?" I ask her.

She nods. "Of course my sweet," leads me over to the makeup table and says, "Close your eyes and relax love." I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I know she's saying, "Wake up dear...All done..."

I look at myself in the mirror. My trademark unisex look is gone, and has been replaced with a vision of beauty. Now I'm wearing wet, ruby red lipstick with matching nails, long lush lashes, a hint of blush, and alluring eye shadow. Turning my head I kiss her deeply and say breathlessly, "Thank you angel." I realize I must have mussed up her handiwork and look back into the mirror to check the lipstick. It's unsmudged. When I take a finger and wipe it across my mouth, it leaves no mark. 

I look at Angela with questions in my eyes. "It will never fade or smudge," she tells me as I turn to her and thank her the best way I know how. The final clue that made me realize she was an AP in the first place was that her makeup neither ran nor smudged when she cried. Maybe others would make the same mistake, thinking I was also a robot and give me a much-needed edge.

"I must go," I tell her, "I still need to find your brother Alvin." Her face falls when she hears I'm leaving. I'd love nothing more than to stay here with her in my loving arms till the end of time, but I knew I must get back to work.

"Take me with you love. Please?" Her face matches the begging tone of her voice. "There must be some way I can help," she adds but I shake my head. I'm about to say no when her hands reach for my breast and between my legs to caress my flower. "I'm sure I can help you love. Please don't leave me." 

It isn't her hands working their magic on my body that changes my mind, it's her last three words "Don't leave me," that makes me pause. The thought of being away from Angela hits like a hammer blow to my heart, I could no more leave her than I could cut off my own arm. "Of course I won't leave you," I tell her, "We're partners you and I, now and forever."

Her face lights up like a child at Christmas time and she hurries off to change into something more suitable. As I watch her go I realise the truth of my recent comment, we really are partners, now and forever. Five minutes later she reappears wearing a man's suit. The thought that I might lose her is too much to bear. I'll deal with the problem of Dr. Alvin Williams when I'm forced to, for now my heart will hang on to its new-found happiness.

I pull on my trench coat and stick the fedora on my head, tucking up my hair beneath it. Looking in the mirror I frown and lift the hat, allowing my auburn tresses to tumble over my shoulders and down my back. Replacing the hat I cock it at a jaunty angle and look at myself again.

"Much better," I murmur, and then notice my hair is longer. Instead of dropping as far as my shoulders, now it seems to flow a couple of inches below. Pulling off the hat, I swing my head back and forth till the hair cascades the front and back of my shoulders. I shrug; guess it must have been this long for a while only I never noticed until now. 

Angela walks in and twirls around. 

"Are these appropriate my love?" she says. I look her over; other than her blonde hair she could almost be my twin. Nodding I smile before moving closer and giving her another kiss and a hug before we go. Beneath our coats I can feel the weapons, bulky in their shoulder holsters.

"Packing heat?" I look at her and hear the surprise in my voice.

She nods and opens her coat. Somehow she has duplicated my weapons, right down to the state of the art, matt black taser the Geek supplied me with the previous day. For some reason I'm not surprised.

"Good," I tell her, "Just be careful with them." I take her hand and lead her out to the garage. In the car I lean over to her and drink from her lips once more.

"This has to stop," I think otherwise we won't get out of the garage.

"Ready Angela?" I ask as I straighten up, secure my seat belt and start up the car.

"Ready Sam," she replies, adding as we back out of the garage, "Where exactly are we going?"

I smile, "We're going to see a man named Fat Johnny." AP - Chapter 4, Fat Johnny 

Fat Johnny was a walking tub of lard that owned a small bistro called, of all things, "Fat Johnny's Pasta Palace." A palace it wasn't. There has to be some kind of connection between small cheesy restaurants and the underworld. While he wasn't a part of the syndicate, he generally knew what was going on. I figured I'd have a little heart to heart with Fats, see if I could find out what happened between Alvin and Frankie Desalvo. 

I stop the car in front of his restaurant and turn to Angela. "Follow my lead love," I tell her, "And keep an eye on our backs. Johnny's boys like to play rough."

I look at my watch and see we missed the lunch crowd; the place should be mostly empty inside. Getting out of the car I think for a moment before removing my tie and undoing the top two buttons on my shirt. Too many coats could be a hindrance, I strip off the trench coat and jacket, dropping the latter onto the back seat and replacing the trench coat. Glancing across at Angela, I'm pleased to see she's following my lead to the letter.

Nodding my approval I pat my pockets and make sure the perfume is still in place. We meet on the sidewalk, take a deep breath and enter the Palace together. Standing at the front, in place of a maitre d', was one of the goons I'd fooled in the subway the day before. From the look on his face it was clear he recognised me. "Enjoy the ride?" I ask as I move to step around him.

He grabs my arm. "Where you going sister?" he growls. "We're closed."

What happened next happened so fast it was over before I had time to react. Angela took hold of the goon's arm, prising it away from mine and snapping it like a twig. Swinging him round, she hurled him through the glass-fronted counter beside us. Reaching down she lifted him one-handed from the wreckage. Shards of glass were sticking out of his face making it look as though he'd been attacked by a glass porcupine.

"Nobody hurts Shade," she tells him, dropping him in a heap on the floor and turning to me with a look of concern on her face.

"Are you okay Samantha?" she asks. "Did he hurt you?" 

"I'm fine Angela. Good job," I add, with a nod towards the unconscious man lying on the floor. "Shall we?" I ask with a smile. When she returns my nod, I turn and head towards the back room where Johnny likes to hold court, lording it over his subjects. Looking up I see the other clown from the subway charging towards us. "Oh dear, looks like we have someone else without any manners headed this way."

The goon skids to a halt in front of us, seeming not to notice his partner stretched out on the floor. "No skirts allowed sister. Beat it." He looks at me for a moment, a puzzled expression on his face. "Say, aren't you the dame the boss wanted us to keep an eye on?" 

I sense Angela stirring uneasily beside me, and reach my hand towards her. "Let me handle this one dear." I look at the goon; Fat Johnny must be breeding them for brawn, because this one looks like a gorilla in an ill-fitting suit. Holding up a finger I say to the man. "First of all, neither one of us is wearing a skirt." I add a second finger to the first. "Secondly the name is Sam Shade, not dame," I smile as the third finger joins the other two. "Third, and most important, I have business with Fat Johnny and you, my friend, are in my way."

The goon shakes his head; he seems confused. "You'se a dame, you can't fool me. Now scram." He makes a shooing motion with his hands, as if he's warding off a stray mutt.

Turning to Angela I frown. "Some people just never seem to learn do they?" With a rapid motion I spin back towards the clown. When my hand appears from beneath the trench coat, it's holding the Colt. Continuing the turn I slam the butt of the pistol against the back of his skull. For a moment he just stands there, swaying slightly before crumpling in a heap on the floor.

From the back of the dining room I hear applause; a single, sarcastic handclap. "Well done Shade, you always know how to make a grand entrance, I'll say that for you."

I head for the table where Fat Johnny holds court; behind me Angela looks in surprise from the crumpled heap on the floor to me, and back again.

"Hello Fats," I say as I come to a stop across the table from him. The 45 seems to move of its own accord, centring the sights on his forehead, "What's with the goons?"

Fat Johnny has a plate of spaghetti with red sauce sitting in front of him, and slowly he returns his fork to the table before answering. 

"You barge in here, break up my place, and expect me to answer you as if I were a naughty child." He starts laughing. "Shade you are too much." One hand drops towards his lap.

"Hold it," I say, thumbing back the hammer. "Raise the hand nice and slow." Johnny raises his hand to show a napkin and wipes his mouth before setting it down to one side. "I want answers Fats, and I'm in no mood to play games."

He pours a glass of wine and sips it slowly.

"Shade, if you don't learn to take a joke you'll come to a sticky end." His head shakes, "Kids these days, no sense of humor. Okay Shade, what do you want to know."

I drop the hammer and lower the pistol towards the floor.

"What's with the goons trailing me Johnny?" I ask.

"Practice?" he asks. Then as my 45 levels on the spot between his eyes he holds up his hands. "Okay...okay...protection."

I might have expected any number of answers from Fat Johnny, but protection wasn't one of them.

"What do you mean protection?"

Johnny looked down at his plate for a moment before raising his eyes to mine. "Your father once saved my life," he said, "I owed him a debt." He lowered his voice. "Word is out that you're in over your head on this one."

Holstering the colt I take a good look at him. 

"What's going on Johnny? First Jimmy and now you, both of you are acting funny."

"I don't know. Just that the word is that Sam Shade is going to go down hard. You know that playing hardball is going to get you on someone's 'better dead' list." 

"You have a point there Fats," I tell him, trying to laugh off his worry. It seemed like every time I took a case, someone would start screaming about how I was going to end up wearing a concrete overcoat. Pulling the two bottles of capture scent from my pocket I place them on the table in front of him.

"Who's dealing Fats?" I ask him, leaning forward with my hands on the table.

Fat Johnny glances at Angela standing beside me but doesn't answer. I look at her, "Angela," I say, "Would you go check out those two gorillas and keep an eye on the door."

"Okay Samantha." She gives me a smile, and as she heads out front I turn to Fats.

"Right Johnny, talk fast. Who's dealing this crap?"

"I am," he says, he's talking quietly, unable to look me in the eye.

"You?" I look at him. "I want to know who you sold it to, and I want to know right now."




AP



Fat Johnny nods his head in the direction of the door.

"Oh damn," I say quietly before adding, "Is there an antidote to this stuff, or are the changes..." I gulp, "...permanent?" 

Reaching down, Johnny picks up a small box and puts it on the table in front of him. The label on the lid reads 'White Owl Cigars', but Johnny isn't interested in cigars, besides there's only one layer which he strips out revealing several small bottles in the bottom of the box. He lifts one out and hands it to me; it matches the pair I already have, except for its label, a zero with a diagonal line running through it. 

"Nothing is forever," he says. "But this will clear away any effects immediately."

"How much do I owe you?" I ask. He shakes his head.

"No charge this time Shade." He looks pointedly towards the front of the restaurant before adding, "Be careful." 

Nodding, I slip the bottle into my pocket with the others. As I turn away his voice stops me.

"Oh, and Shade..."

"Johnny?"

"Love the new look. It's good to see you looking like a woman for a change, and those shoes are to die for."

I can feel a blush rising, feeling pleased.

"Why thank you Johnny," I say as I turn and head out of the door. I've taken two steps before I stop. 'Why would he compliment my shoes?" I ask myself and look down at my feet. Instead of the usual men's Oxfords, I'm wearing a pair of open toed sandals with three-inch heels, and my toenails are painted the same bright red as my fingers and lips. I walk out in a daze, gathering Angela at the door.

Once we are in the car I think back to earlier in the day. I remember Angela putting on the makeup and then bending down to buckle the sandals before I stood as if it were part of my normal life. As I look down at my feet I feel the hairs rising on my neck. I'd never worn heels, never even painted my toenails before today; how could I not have noticed? Angela breaks my train of thought.

"What now my love?" she asks.

I look at her for a moment, as I struggle to slow the frantic beating of my heart before replying.

"Well, The Pink Pussycat Club won't be open for four hours yet," I glance at her as I pull out into the traffic. "Why don't we go to my place, I think we need to talk." AP - Chapter 5, Angela 

Driving back to my apartment, I marvel at how much I've changed in the last couple of days. First, going to bed with a woman. I look at her and correct myself, robot. Then the makeup, nail polish, hair down and high heels. Glancing at the polish on my fingers, and the sandals on my feet I realize how much I like this new look, and the feelings that come with it. Removing a hand from the wheel, I lay it on her leg and feel the comforting addition of Angela's hand resting on mine. 

Reaching the complex I lead her up the steps to my apartment, opening the door and ushering her in. "Welcome to my humble abode," I tell her, though looking round I realize how mannish it must appear to her. "I'm sorry..." I mumble, feeling somehow I've let her down.

Angela turns to me, seeming to flow into my arms. As she hugs me and kisses me, I hear her voice soft and husky in my ear. "You worry too much Sam, its fine, honestly it is."

I take the bottles of capture scent out of my pocket and leave them on the coffee table along with the antidote before removing my trench coat and shoulder holsters. "Can I get you anything?" I ask as I go into the kitchenette to pour myself a stiff one. 

Angela's voice drifts in from the living room, like music to my ears. "Anything you fancy is fine by me."

Pouring three fingers of bourbon into a pair of glasses I return to the living room. Angela is sitting on the couch; her coat and shoulder holsters have been laid on top of mine. Sitting down beside her I hand her one of the glasses and take a big sip, almost gagging on the sharp taste of the raw alcohol.

"You bought the capture scent from Fat Johnny," I tell her.

Angela looks at me solemnly." Yes Samantha, I did.

"Why?"

"To make sure you'd help me find Alvin."

"And in the car?" I ask. For the first time she looks away.

"Because I love you, and wanted you to love me back." Nervously her eyes come back to mine. I sit there, shocked; not just by her words, but by her movements. It was like watching a human struggling against a robot.

"But you only love me because of a command I gave you," I tell her.

She shakes her head.

"You're wrong Samantha. Alvin told me one day I'd find the one I was to devote my life to. My true love he called it." She reaches out, takes my hand and looks deeply into my eyes. "You are the one," she says, "You are that true love."

I shake my head. "No. It's just a command line Angela, it's not real." I look down at her hand resting in mine and whisper softly, "I only wish it were."

"I'll prove it," she tells me. "Remove the commands Samantha, and I'll still love you."

Getting up I go to the bedroom and recover my little black book from its hiding place. Inside I kept a copy of the codes Jimmy the Geek had given me. Angela was still on the couch, watching me closely with a tear running down her cheek. Sitting beside her I kiss the tear away and taste its saltiness on the tip of my tongue. Opening the book, I ran my eye over the codes. My mind was torn with indecision, what if I was right, what if she doesn't really love me?

"Read them Samantha," her voice was soft in my ear.

Turning to Angela I kiss her hard and fast before looking down at the book and reading the codes out loud.

"Command override priority Alpha Beta Gamma X-ray Kilo Niner." I look at Angela, sitting frozen in place beside me, and my heart sinks. A large part of me wanted her to be real and not an AP. "How do you feel about Samantha Shade?" I ask her.

"I'm in love with her." Angela's reply comes in a flat, emotionless voice.

"Remove program."

She closes her eyes. "Ready," she says, and I swallow uneasily.

"Remove all program entries relating to the names Shade, Sam and Samantha in any combination," I tell her.

"Processing... complete." She opens her eyes, staring off into the distance. I take a deep breath and ask her the question I'd rather not ask.

"How do you feel about Samantha Shade?"

"She is my soul mate," comes her reply, "I love her."

My breath explodes out of me, I hadn't realised I was holding it in to that extent. "End program," I say, shocked, and not knowing what else I could say or do.

Angela blinks once and looks at me.

"I love you Samantha Shade," she says. Taking my hands in hers she lifts them to her lips and kisses them gently. "I love you so much. I was wrong to use the capture scent on you, that isn't love." Letting go of my hands she picks up the antidote bottle and sprays me full in the face before I can stop her. 

The spray hits me in the face with the force of one of Fat Johnny's right hooks. As I rocked back from it, my world seemed to take one step to the left before clicking back into focus. Shaking my head to clear the last of the haze I give Angela a surprised look. Then I catch sight of my fingers, my nails an inch long instead of the short, stubby broken ones they'd been a few days ago. My hair is also a good four inches longer than it had been; I look at her in confusion.

"How did you? Why did you?" The questions came tumbling from my lips.

Angela looks at me with a shy smile on her face.

"Forced growth treatment," she explains, "And as to the why - you wanted me to."

I think back to the moment I asked her to do my makeup, when I close my eyes it comes rushing back to me. I can hear myself begging her to make myself beautiful; tears well up and I sob with the realization of how plain I was before she came along, how ugly.

"Thank you for making me beautiful," I tell her.

"You're welcome my love," she answers.

I stand, my legs are shaky but I pick up my drink, walk across to the window and stare down at the street below. A car moves slowly, searching for a parking spot, an old lady walks her dog. I see them but my mind is elsewhere. Her reply has struck a chord in me, a longing for something lost. Looking out, I find myself looking in, trying to analyze my feelings. For years I've walked alone, but the last two days, even knowing I wasn't myself, have been the happiest time I can remember; and yet when I ask myself the question 'do I love Angela?' The answer is yes, no, I don't know.

I hear her call my name from the couch and turn to look at her. It's like she can read my mind.

"I'm sorry," she says, "I didn't mean to hurt you Samantha...I love you too much for that."

Without thinking further I decide what I must do. Walking back to Angela, I leave my glass on the coffee table and sit beside her, reaching for the capture scent and spritzing a little on her neck. Looking her in the eye I catch a hint of the aroma,

"Help me," I say. "Make me happy Angela, make me as beautiful as you, and make me yours." Wrapping my arms around her I bury my face in her hair, inhaling the scent and kissing her neck as she holds my head in place, cooing to me like a dove.

Snip. Time passes, and when I come to the sun is going down. I don't feel any different and look up at Angela with confusion. "What's wrong?" I ask, "Didn't it take love?" She strokes my hair lightly.

"It's okay Samantha, we'll worry about that after we find Alvin."

Sitting up, I smile and kiss her again, "Good idea sweet angel. I glance at my watch, "We'll just be in time for the opening of The Pink Pussycat." I turn back to Angela and take her hands in mine. "Frankie Desalvo is king of the underworld here, getting in to see him will be a lot harder than getting past the two goons we dealt with earlier."

I pause to think a moment. "We need a plan." Slowly a smile spreads across my face. "I think I have it," I tell her as I look at the bottles of capture scent. AP - Chapter 6, Frankie Desalvo 

No one had seen Frankie Desalvo outside of the 'Family'; he was a man of mystery and had the town clowns in his pocket. If there was something illegal going on in the city, odds were that Frankie either had his hands in it or was getting a cut of the profits. It was rumoured that he ran his whole operation out of a back room in The Pink Pussycat Club and it was there that Angela and I were headed.

I park the car in the lot in front of the club; it was doing brisk business even for a weeknight. As I start to open the door a thought came to me. I turn to Angela and rest my hand on her wrist.

"Does capture scent affect you?" I ask. She looks at me.

"Only if you wish it to Samantha, and then only if you are wearing it," she says softly, before adding. "I'm yours and no one will ever change that." 

I give Angela's hand a squeeze and open the door. I'd been toying with the idea of packing the weapons into the club, but knew that even with my plan we'd stand zero chance of getting into the lion's den with them. Walking round to the rear of the car I nod to Angela.

"It's time," I tell her. We both remove our trench coats and holsters and place them in the trunk along with the weapons. Before slamming the lid, I undo a couple of buttons on my shirt and reveal more cleavage. Turning to Angela I take the male scent and hand it to her before applying the female version to myself.

"Good luck love," she says as she hands the bottle back. I watch her move closer and start to inhale the scent I'm wearing. "Mmmm, you smell good," she says breathlessly.

"Good luck," I say, returning her kiss, but as she snuggle up to me and nuzzles my neck, I stop her. "No angel, this scent isn't for you." I smile as she calms down and a pout crosses her kissable lips. I take her arm in mine and pat it gently. "Now don't forget your part," I say as we walk to the door.

"I won't Samantha," she says, putting on a bright and winning smile as we walk up to the doorman. 

The goon looks as though he was cast from the same mould as Fat Johnny's thugs. He holds his hand against my chest, stopping me at the door.

"Sorry ladies, I'm afraid this is a private club."

I slide to the side until his hand is resting against my breast and listen to Angela's sultry voice.

"Are you sure you can't make an exception for us," she says, moving close and caressing his cheek with her hand. "I'd be really grateful if you could do that for us." 

I smile and wink at Angela before turning back to the guard and gesturing towards the bushes to one side of the door. 

"Why don't you go over there and think about time alone with us," I tell him. He just stands there with a dazed look on his face till Angela chimes in. 

"Yes, why don't you do what she says, and don't stop until I tell you."

She winks back at me, smiling as he moves off towards the bushes and a moment later we hear the sound of a zipper and soft moans. 

Inside the club, we're stopped by a pair of goons that remind me of Mutt and Jeff. "Sorry sister, no women allowed," says the one to the right; beyond him I can see the club. It looks like any other strip club with its cluster of center poles, around which several women are gyrating slowly, doing things I'd not have believed had I not seen them with my own eyes.

Angel moves in close and strokes both men's faces.

"We have an appointment with Frankie," she says. Dragging my attention away from the floor show, I add, 

"It's a surprise."

The men's eyes glaze over and Angela slides her hand down one of their chests. 

"Why don't you escort us back to Frankie's office like a good little boy," she tells him, before turning to the second guard. "You can stay here and think about your reward for being a good boy while watching the door." 

The man turns away and starts heading across the club. Taking Angela's arm in mine we walk behind him as if this is an everyday occurrence. Behind us I hear the telltale sound of a zipper being lowered and giggle. Tilting my head towards her I whisper softly, "Almost there my love, good thinking."

At the far end of the club floor we stop at a door marked 'Janitor'. The man knocks and pokes his head round the door. 

"Visitors Boss," he announces. From my position I can't hear the reply, but the man says, "They have an appointment." More words before he adds "It's a surprise."

Angela leans forward, "A surprise from the boys," she says, and listens as the goon parrots her words. 

After a moment more the man turns to us, "Da boss says you can go in," he says.

"Good boy," replies Angela, "Why don't you stand guard out here so we won't be disturbed with Frankie?"

Giving her a tight squeeze I walk into the office and stand before the most powerful man in the city. My mind locks up at my first sight of Frankie Desalvo; he is a she. Before I can stop myself I blurt out my reaction. "A woman, you're a woman."

"Come on in Shade," says Frankie, "And bring your friend with you."

Looking at her, I'd never have dreamt she was she was the head of the city's largest crime syndicate. She looks like a mirror image of the sex bots.

"Frankie?" I say, "You're Frankie Desalvo?" She stands, walking round her desk hugging me first and then Angela

"And you are Samantha Shade," she says, before glancing at Angela, "And friend. She looks back at me and smiles. "So to what do I owe the honour of your visit?"

I feel as though I've stepped into a cobra's nest when I was expecting bunny rabbits. "I'd like to ask you a few questions Frankie...if I may." I notice her moving closer to me and inhaling the scent deeply. 

"Sure Samantha...but first...I love that perfume you..." Her eyes widen as she realises her danger. "Capture scent," she whispers before diving for her desk.

Moving fast Angela and I stop her in her tracks. I smile as I hold her struggling form. "No, don't fight it Frankie...relax and be my good girl...be my good girl." I repeat my mantra over and over again, stroking her face gently as I do so. "Good girl, be a good girl Frankie."

Slowly she relaxes and begins to repeat my mantra, "Good girl," she says, relaxing and moving into my arms moaning with pleasure. 

I guide her over to one of the chairs and sit her down before sitting beside her. "You saw a man named Alvin Williams didn't you?" I say. She nods, looking at me with a dreamy expression on her face. Looking up at Angela, I find myself wondering whether I looked that way when under the influence. "Why did you see him?" I asked. "Why did you see him Frankie?"

She smiles, and starts to giggle like a schoolgirl. "Because I wanted to."

I scowl at her, the last thing I needed at that point was bullshit.

"Why did you want to see him Frankie?" I asked her again.

"He was supposed to have the perfect robot." She looks at me, pouting. "Only he didn't. It was all fake, a con job to get money." She pouts a little more. "I could have been rich."

"What did you do to him when you learned the truth?" I ask, taking another look at Angela. I was worried about what might happen if she found out Alvin was feeding the fishes.

"I kicked him out."

"He left with a Rachel9 unit," I said, not believing her. "You know that to make me happy you have to tell the truth don't you Frankie?"

She looks at me with those big doe eyes of hers. "He rented the unit and left," she says. 

I move across to Angela. "What do you think?" I ask her. Frankie is sitting there looking at me with devotion in her eyes, "And what do we do with her now?"

Angela looks from me to Frankie, "I think...I think she's telling the truth, as far as she knows." Her eyes switched back to mine slowly, "Doesn't she look a lot like the dancers?" she says.

I smile at Angela and give her a quick kiss before turning to Frankie.

"Take off your clothes," I tell her. As she strips down I look her over. My first thought was correct, either Frankie was the model for the Rachel9 units or she'd had plastic surgery to make herself look like one of them. I rest my hands on either side of her face. "You're in for a treat," I tell her.

Frankie smiles up at me and nuzzles my hands with her face as though she were a cat and listens carefully.

"You are a Rachel9 unit...living only for pleasure," I tell her, moving one hand to cup her breast and pinch her nipple. "When the club closes you will come back here and go to sleep." I smile as she nods at my words. "By day you will be Frankie Desalvo and by night Rachel9." 

Frankie smiles and repeats my words, "Day Frankie Desalvo, night Rachel9."

Nodding, I agree. "That's right, day Frankie, night Rachel9."

I look around for a cloth and, not able to find one, lift my skirt and remove my panties. 'Skirt?' I think to myself and flash a questioning look at Angela. All I get in return is a smile. 'Never mind,' I think to myself, 'I'll have to deal with that later.' Taking the female scent I spray the crotch of my panties and hand them to Frankie.

"Here," I say, "Smell them...worship them."

Frankie rubs the panties over her face, nuzzling them and absorbing their scent as I continue with her instructions.

"Every night at 9.30, I want you to make sure you're alone. When you are alone you will worship the panties I've given you so you can become Rachel9." Frankie nods as she holds the panties to her face. "Good girl," I tell her. "Now get dressed and put the panties somewhere safe."

Frankie gets dressed, walks round behind her desk and opens a floor safe, taking a last nuzzle at my panties before locking them away. "When 9.30 strikes, remember what you must do," I tell her. Turning to Angela I ask her quietly. "What do you think my love?" 

Angela nods and raises a finger. "One more thing," she says, turning towards Frankie and speaking her name. "Frankie, you will remember Samantha coming and talking to you, but you didn't help her and sent her packing." She pauses a moment before adding, "Do you understand?" 




APA Birthday



It was Saturday morning, the weekend before my birthday. My wife Shawn was unfortunately going to be out of town for the week due to some family issues, and I wasn't able to take time off of work to join her. Also, I had to take care of the kids. I had arranged babysitters while I was going to be at work. They would get the kids from school and watch them until I got home.

I was out back in the gazebo enjoying the nice fall weather when Shawn brought out a tray of fruits, scrambled eggs and sausage for breakfast. Also on the tray was a card for my birthday. I smiled at her and said thanks for breakfast and the card. She said "Open it" and I did.

"Dear Jack,

I am so sorry that I am going to be out of town for your birthday. I know you understand and wouldn't think of not letting me go. This means so much to me and to show my appreciation, I want to offer you something to make up for this. I return early Friday morning. From then until Monday morning when you leave for work, I will do anything you desire. Absolutely Positively Anything (APA) for the weekend.

Love Shawn"

I smiled as I read the card but figured that it was a double edged sword. If I kept things tame and didn't cross those boundaries of hers, it wasn't really an APA weekend as she had put it. On the other hand, if I asked her to do things beyond her boundaries, she would probably end up getting mad about something and we would get in a fight. Not much of a birthday present if you ask me. Smiling, I thanked her for the card, but handed it back to her saying, "You're not really willing to go through with an offer like this."

She said, "Yes, APA means exactly that, Absolutely Positively Anything!"

"I'll tell you what, you keep this card for the weekend and if you still feel the same way before you leave, give it to me then."

She agreed and we both enjoyed the breakfast she had prepared. Boy, I dodged a bullet on that one. If she got mad at me over the card, it would have been a long weekend. After breakfast, we worked in the yard and did a few things around the house and went to dinner and a movie that night. Sunday found her getting ready for her trip and trying to finish up things around the house since she would be gone all week. Monday morning, I took her to the airport. I grabbed the bags and handed them to the skycap. While he was entering her information she hugged me, gave me a kiss and then handed me the card back. She winked at me and said, "APA baby." With that she was gone.

I had 4 days to decide what I wanted to do for my APA weekend. I pondered over all the things that we had ever discussed when we talked about our fantasies. I was more than willing to share my thoughts of what I would enjoy. Shawn, on the other hand, was very quiet about her thoughts and fantasies.

One time we were on vacation together, we went on a snorkeling trip aboard a 3-masted sailing ship. I noticed her checking out one of the crew. He was a well built black man with nice muscles. He put on quite a show for the guests on the ship, swinging on a rope and doing all kinds of acrobatics into the water.

He looked around and noticed Shawn checking him out. He asked her to come to the front of the ship with him. She did and he grabbed the rope like he had done earlier to swing and do a back-flip. This time he told her to climb on his back and wrap her legs around him. He told her, "Whatever you do, don't let go." I could tell she was embarrassed by the attention but that she was really turned on by this guy. She climbed on his back and held on for life. With that, he swung out with her and did a perfect back-flip with her on his back. I got the whole thing on film and the whole boat erupted with applause as they came out of the water.

I figured this could play into the weekend. I then started to think about all the things I had always wanted to do or try. I pondered on these ideas for a couple of days and finally settled on a plan by Tuesday night.

It was Wednesday, my birthday and I was getting ready for work. Shawn called to wish me a happy birthday. "Jack, remember APA this weekend" she said.

I said, "OK but you better mean it." That day I left work early telling everyone it was my birthday. As a present to myself, I was going shopping.

With that I left and started getting things lined up for the weekend. I spent a huge amount of time arranging things and getting props designed, built and in place. Everything was set and I was taking Friday off to pick up Shawn at the airport. I also got the kids off to their grandparents for the weekend.

Her flight was right on-time and we headed home. We got home at about 10 in the morning and she asked if I was ready for my APA weekend to start.

I smiled and said, if you're willing, I am more than ready."

She took a deep breath, smiled and said, "Yes Jack, this is what I want. I want to give you a weekend of Absolutely Positively Anything you desire."

I said, "OK then, go and take a quick shower. You and T have an appointment at 11:30 at the spa." Her friend's name is Theresa but I call her T. They think it is short for Theresa but in my mind it stands for Tease. She looked at me with a mischievous look and then headed into the bathroom as instructed. I called T and told her that Shawn would be ready in about 30 minutes.

About twenty minutes later, T knocked on the door and then walked right in. This was nothing unusual as she usually comes over and walks right in. Shawn came out of the bedroom dressed in a light flowered blouse and light beige skirt that came just below her knees. That was about as risqué as she ever dressed. T said, "Come on girl, we have an appointment to get to." With that, they were gone and I had three hours to get everything in place and in motion.

They got to the spa and were greeted by a fiery redhead named Natasha. She told them that they were there for the full treatment. This included nails, hair, pedicure, waxing and massage. T told her to get the waxing first to get that out of the way. That way she could enjoy the rest of the things afterward. Shawn had never had a waxing before and didn't know exactly what it was. T grinned and said, "Let's go back and get undressed and get our robes on." With that, they went back and got ready. The lady that Shawn was introduced to was Mindy. She was instructed that this was Shawn's first time and to be gentle.

Mindy explained what would be happening and Shawn looked a little embarrassed with the whole thing. She had never been so exposed to anyone but Jack. She had certainly never been exposed to another woman like this. As Mindy applied the warm liquid she thought this feels good. Then the moment of truth when Mindy pulled the cloth back. Shawn let out a scream and Mindy apologized but said that it was nearly over now. Mindy then took some warm cream and rubbed it in. The cream felt very soothing and Shawn started to relax. She was embarrassed having another woman touch her in that area but she actually was enjoying it.

Soon she joined T and they were getting their hair done. Shawn has dark brown hair that is full and curly. I had given instructions to the stylist of exactly what I wanted. She was to get very light, almost blonde highlights. I love this look and have tried to get Shawn to have it done. She always said that it was too expensive to get her hair done like I wanted. Next on the agenda was the nails and pedicure. Shawn was really enjoying herself. Finally they headed off for the massage.

Now they were done at the spa and T told her, "We're supposed to go shopping for some clothes." T took her to a lingerie shop and picked out a few things. Then they went and got some more provocative clothes. Sexier blouses and shorter skirts were in order. They came home and brought in all the bags from shopping.

T instructed Shawn to go into the bedroom and put them on, showing Jack what they had bought. Shawn came out looking gorgeous in her new outfits. I took particular notice of a black denim skirt and white blouse that she modeled. T could tell my satisfaction and said "Shawn really looks hot in that outfit. I wouldn't mind a go with her myself". The girls always teased each other but that was it, only teasing.

I grinned at T and said "This is my APA weekend after all."

She blushed and said "No way, I'm not part of the bargain the two of you made."

I said "You can't blame a man for trying can you?" With that, I instructed Shawn to remove the blouse and skirt.

She said "Jack!"

I just smiled and said "APA baby remember?" With that, she dropped the skirt to the floor and unbuttoned her blouse gently removing it. She looked amazing standing there wearing nothing but her white lace panties and matching bra. The white against her perfectly tanned body was quite a contrast. I smiled to T and said "You have done a fine job, thank you for all your help."

With that T got up and headed for the door. She winked at Shawn and said, "APA baby remember," and she was gone.

Shawn smiled at me and asked, "Now what?" I told her to bring that skirt over here for me to look at. She picked it up and brought it to me. I held it up to her and eyed how it fit her. I grinned and then got up and went into the study. I took a pair of scissors and cut about three inches off of the skirt which brought it to about four inches below her pussy. I then went to the garage and grabbed a wire brush to fray the bottom of the skirt. The skirt looked just like it previously did only about three inches shorter. I knew this was pushing Shawn's comfort level but I wanted to take her to that edge. I knew she was a little uncomfortable with the length but she just smiled.

I told her to put the skirt and blouse back on. "On second thought, remove the panties and bra first," I told her. She got that frightened look on her face but did as she was instructed. I told her we need to do a little shopping first and then we would be off. She was wearing her black heels that added about two inches to her height. As we walked out the door, Mr. Tankerly, and elderly gentleman from down the street was walking on the sidewalk. As Shawn walked out she immediately noticed the BMW Z4 convertible that I rented for the weekend. She smiled as I know she loves riding in a convertible.

I opened the door for her and she got in. I said "That's the way a proper lady would get in the car," but that she was to get in on leg at a time opening herself up to me. She hesitated but did as she was instructed. I told her it was better but she needed to try again. We did this a few more times and Mr. Tankerly asked if something was wrong. I replied "No, Shawn is just reminding me that I often forget to open the door for her and she wants me to remember."

"Looks like something I would remember if you know what I mean" was his response. He grinned and continued down the sidewalk. Shawn was a bright red now and glaring at me.

I smiled and told her "Ok, get in and we can leave." She got back in making sure I got a wonderful view of that bare pussy.

We then drove to the shoe store where I told her she needed some taller heals. We went in and the two attendants who were busy looked up at us. It was busy for a Friday but I could tell the guy was checking out Shawn. Shortly, he eagerly came over and asked if he could help. Shawn immediately told him no that we were just fine.

He said "My name is Steve and if you need anything just call." With that he headed back behind the counter. Shawn followed me, as it was obvious I knew where I was headed. I found a few pair of high heals for her to look at. She pointed to two pair and I looked for her size. Not finding them I called Steve and asked, "Do you have more of these in the back in Shawn's size?"

He said, "Yes we do," and disappeared into the back to find them.

Just then I got an email on my blackberry so I was busy reading it when Steve returned. Shawn now realized the predicament she was in, if she bent over to put on the shoes, her ass would show from under the skirt. If she sat down to put them on she would have to raise her leg to buckle them up and show off her bare pussy to everyone in the store.

Sensing her dilemma, I told her "Sit down and have Steve help you with them." She glared at me but sat as instructed.

Steve had been checking out her tits the whole time and was more than eager to assist. I could tell he was doing his best to not look up her skirt but obviously he couldn't help himself. I looked down at Shawn and smiled. I motioned to her to spread her legs, giving Steve a greater view of that shaved pussy. He was obviously enjoying himself and Shawn asked him, "Do you like what you see?"

He replied, "Yes Ma'am! The best I've ever seen."

I looked down at them and said "Smile." They looked up at me as I used my blackberry to take one of those priceless photos. We purchased two pair of shoes from Steve and headed out to the car.

Getting back into the car, Shawn was careful to get in as previously instructed not wanting to do it more than once. As we drove off, Shawn waved at Steve in the window who was just standing there in disbelief of what just happened.

We were finished shopping and now headed out across the desert to the nearby town of Wendover, NV. The drive is an easy two hour straight shot from Salt Lake City on I-80. As we drove, I reached over and rested my hand on Shawn's leg. As I reached up under Shawn's skirt, she was soaking wet. She gasped as I stuck a finger inside of her dripping pussy. I asked her "What has got you so wet down there?"

She responded that her bare pussy was really a turn on especially without any panties on. Also the thought of Steve looking up her skirt at her bare pussy was embarrassing but also quite a turn on.

I said, "You need to do something about that wet pussy but since I'm driving, I can't help you." Shawn was never one to play with herself as she felt it was my job to please her. I instructed her to recline the seat and reach down and play with herself. 

She looked at me strangely but did as she was instructed. She was getting really into it when we pulled along a semi. Shawn sat the seat up and straightened out her skirt.

I looked over at her and said, "That's not what I told you to do."

She said, "I'm sorry but I couldn't continue when I looked up and saw that trucker looking at me."

I told her she was going to have to make it up to me. I told her there was a pair of big sunglasses in the console. She could put them on so that the next truck couldn't see her eyes. Next I told her to open the glove box. Inside was a big pink rabbit vibrator.

She gasped when she saw it but knew exactly what I expected from her. She grabbed the rabbit and reclined the seat as far back as it would go. The wind flipped her skirt up and she got right down to it. She inserted the rabbit into her dripping pussy and proceeded to work it in and out. As she was just about to come I sped up to catch up to the semi just ahead of us.

Shawn didn't care at this point as she was too wrapped up in her own orgasm to care who was watching. I grinned at the trucker as he looked down on my wife pumping her pussy with all she had, twisting and turning as her body finally reached climax. She let out a loud scream, panting and squirming in her seat.

As we drove a little farther, she finally caught her breath and said, "That was the most intense orgasm I've ever had."

I grinned and told her that it was the best one I had ever witnessed either. We pulled into Wendover and headed to the show palace. Headlining tonight was none other than the Chippendales from Las Vegas. Shawn grinned when she saw where I was headed.

I had reserved a VIP package that included a private seating area, dinner and an up close view of the show. We were escorted to our table where the waiter came out and handed us our menus. After he left, I told Shawn to unbutton the top two buttons of her blouse. Reluctantly she did as she was told.

When the waiter returned with our drinks, he couldn't help but stare down Shawn's blouse. Her naked breasts were poking right through the white material and the opening was big enough that he got a beautiful view of her tits. He took our order and then disappeared into the back. He must have told the other waiters of what he saw because every other waiter that came out looked in her direction. 

The show began and the dancers took the stage. They were really up close and those guys were built. I noticed Shawn checking them all out but there was one who she kept looking back at. He was the only black dancer on the floor and she was definitely checking him out. This was working right into my plan. After the routine was over the dancers would go around and give private dances to the tables willing to pay them.

I could tell that Shawn wanted a dance and who she wanted a dance from, but knew that she was too afraid to ask for one. I motioned over the black dancer and he introduced himself as Ron.

"Ron Sebastian at your service, what may I do for you" he asked.

Shawn was squirming in her seat as I told him, "My wife would like a private lap dance." I paid him and he began dancing real close and as he knelt down low during his routine, I looked over and noticed Shawn spread her legs for him. He looked down and smiled and continued dancing for a while. Then he was called back up to the stage by the announcer and went for the next routine. He obviously told the other dancers what he saw because when their routine was over, four other dancers joined him at our table.

The five dancers were putting on quite a show for her and she was giving them quite a show in return. She was reaching down and fingering her pussy as they made all kinds of provocative moves. She came in front of them screaming and twisting as they just watched and enjoyed. They sat with us and chatted for a while. Then they said they had to get on the bus now. Their road show was in another town tomorrow night. They thanked us for the evening and headed out to the waiting bus.

We headed out to the car and Shawn said, "This evening was incredible. Never have I been so excited or come so hard." It was Friday night and she had already come twice and I had yet to. As we headed back across the interstate, she mentioned that it was supposed to be my weekend of APA.

I said, "I get a huge thrill out of watching you and don't worry, I have plenty in store for you."

The sun was completely down now as we headed across the desert. I said, "I see you really enjoyed Ron tonight. He is pretty good looking and has quite a package there doesn't he?"

Grinning she responded "That Ron was one heck of a well hung guy, and those muscles. Oh my gosh! I thought I would come right there. Oh yea, I did."

I grinned at her and said I wanted her to use the rabbit and play with herself again only this time, give me a blow job while she did. She obviously enjoyed the last time as she didn't even argue at the suggestion. She pulled out the rabbit and went to town on her bare little pussy. Then she reached over, undid my pants and pulled out my cock. She started sucking it while playing with herself. I was really enjoying all this attention when she started cumming.

She pulled up off of me and said, "Pull over! I need a cock inside my dripping pussy right now." Who was I to argue? We pulled off the interstate at the next exit and she quickly got out of the car and laid her chest on the trunk lid. She lifted up her skirt and said, "Put that big dick of yours deep into my dripping pussy."

"I'm not built at all like Ron but I will do what I can." Little did she know I had bought a black penis extension that added about three inches in length and quite a bit in girth to my manhood. I had previously reamed out a hole in the extension as I wanted to have my cum explode from the thing. I came up behind her grabbing her hips guiding my new giant black dick into her.




APA Birthday



She screamed, "Holy shit that dick of yours is huge!" This encouraged me to drive hard and fast into her. Reaching around I grabbed her breasts and pinched her nipples. She squealed with pleasure as I was reaming her. One big advantage of the extension was that the feelings I felt were subdued quite a bit allowing me to pump her much longer than normal.

She was now coming for a third time today and finally I exploded deep into her pussy emptied my load. I collapsed onto her back and we lay on the trunk lid trying to catch our breath.

She finally said, "That was the most satisfying experience I ever had." As I pulled out of her pussy, my cum began running down her trembling legs. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a clean handkerchief to wipe her clean.

We got back into the car and headed the rest of the way home totally exhausted but completely satisfied. We got home and crawled into bed cuddling each other and gently drifted off to sleep.

Saturday morning I woke up with Shawn curled naked in my arms. I gently stroked her hair and ran my fingers down her smooth arm. A short while later, she stirred and said she was getting hungry. We got up and went into the kitchen to fix a nice simple breakfast of fruit, toast, and some juice. While we ate, we chit chatted about how wonderful this weekend was and that she was glad she decided to do it. I told her that I was glad too and that there was still plenty of weekend left. She grinned and said she looked forward to whatever I had dreamed up in that twisted little mind of mine.

We went into town and noticed that's her favorite movie "Pirates" was now in the dollar theater. We had seen it several times previous and I knew she loved the main character the Captain. There was something about his persona that excited her. After the movie, we went and got some lunch and had an ice cream for dessert. After this we headed home to set my next part of the weekend in play.

I took her downstairs into the guest room where I had set up all the props for the next part of my APA weekend. I instructed her to strip her clothes off and that I was going to enjoy the next part of this weekend. She sat on the edge of the bed. I told her to lay back, as I had plans for her. She did as she was told and laid on the bed waiting for instructions of what to do.

I took her right arm and lifted it above her head. Reaching under the bed grabbed a restraint and secured her arm. She looked at me nervous about this because she wasn't one to submit to being tied up. I told her it was her idea to give me an APA weekend. She agreed and I headed over to the other side and secured her other arm. Next I pulled out a setup I had made. It was a platform that had two legs rests. I gently lifted her legs into the contraption and secured them. The way I planned it was working out perfect. I reached and grabbed her hips giving them a gentle tug toward the end of the bed. It worked perfect as she was pulled tight with her arms, legs up in the stirrups and her bottom and pussy oh so exposed.

I took one final strap and placed it over her hips preventing her from sliding up the bed. Next I took a blindfold and covered her eyes. She was breathing a little heavy now, unsure what she had gotten herself into. I spoke gentle with her assuring her that what was about to happen was for her enjoyment. I then started talking about yesterday, reliving all the details. I talked about how watching her show her bare pussy to Steve really turned me on. Next about how the trucker nearly ran off the road watching her play with herself. Then I got talking about the dancers last night. I really went into detail of how she looked when Ron came to dance for her. I spoke of how he wanted to have a piece of her and she obviously wanted a piece of him.

She was quivering from all the details and I could sense she was getting really hot. I said "You really want that big black dick of his, don't you?" She responded that she had never seen a black man like that before and that yes having him do her was something she fantasized about. I gently stroked her breast and then putting my mouth on it, gently sucked her hard nipple. I said that I would have to see what I could do to satisfy that fantasy of hers. I turned on some music and told her to relax. Just then the doorbell rang and I told her to stay put. Not that she could do anything else.

I went upstairs and answered the door. It was T as I was expecting. I had told her to come and ring the doorbell about this time. I thanked her for setting the scene and winked. She grinned and headed back down the steps, saying "Have fun with her, I wish I could".

I went back down stairs and got everything in place. She asked who was at the door and I responded "Oh nobody you should be concerned with". I then continued gently stroking her body and caressing her. I then reached down to her pussy and it was dripping wet again. I asked her if she was thinking about Ron again. "Yes I can't get the thought of that black dick filling me up out of my mind" she said. 

"Interesting you say that, as I could tell he excited you. That's why I invited him here today. He's seated in a chair directly in front of your pussy watching your moist lips." She grinned, thinking this was all part of her fantasy that I was doing to get her hot.

When I said, "Ron why don't you say hello to Shawn?" there was not much response. When the response came, "Shawn so nice to see you" you should have seen her body stiffen. Here she was totally naked, tied up and just said she wanted to be screwed by this guy. Next Ron said "Shawn, you have the most beautiful body. I couldn't get you out of my mind last night. I am so glad that Jack invited me over today". With that Shawn turned her head to me and said "Please no Jack, I only want you, my husband and nobody else. He is just a fantasy lover and nothing else."

I said "Shawn, relax. This is my APA weekend and deep down I know you really want this guy. Besides you're tied up and there is nothing you can do about it anyway. Just relax and enjoy the moment."

With that she just moaned. While sitting by her side gently talking into her ear. "Enjoy this, my love" I took my palm and gently caressed her breast. With that, a large dick entered her folds, gently pushing into her and pushing deep. She could feel the dick open her up and felt the push of his legs as he bottomed into her. She moaned loudly at the penetration. I then took my palm and reached down to her mound, gently rubbing it while that dick moved in and out.

She was moaning louder and louder. Ron said "Oh baby you feel so good. I don't know how much more of this I can take." I then pinched her clit as he was thrusting in her. "Oh my gosh, I'm going to come" Shawn said. With that the dick began pumping harder and harder, faster and faster. She screamed and twisted trying to lift her hips but they were held by the restraint. Just then she could feel the release inside her, Ron's voice saying "I'm coming too". Just then the dick slipped out of her squirting its gooey cum up her belly landing on her breasts and chin.

I took a finger and wiping her breast brought a little of it up to her lips. Tasting the cum, she moaned saying that that was incredible. She heard his voice say "It was my pleasure to be with you Shawn. I do have to get to my bus; we have another show in Reno tonight. I'll show myself out". With that he was gone.

We talked for a few minutes. She was so apologetic for wanting another man to be inside her. I was grinning because she really had no idea what had really just transpired. I said that since it was still my APA weekend I wanted to try something. She said that whatever I wanted was fine with her. I said "I always wanted to taste cum. Would it be alright if I cleaned you up with my tongue?" She was shocked by my request but agreed that an APA weekend was just that.

I started on her lips, then chin then worked to her breasts licking up the cum from her body. I finished cleaning her stomach and said "Mmmm, There, that should do it." To which she responded "Um lover boy, there is plenty more deep in my pussy that needs cleaning".

I had always wanted to lick my cum out of her pussy, but every time I came inside her I would chicken out. The heat of the moment would be over and now my upper head was thinking rather than my lower one. This time however I had still yet to release and was full of testosterone. I enjoyed licking up the cum from her body and willingly went around to her wet pussy. There was cum dripping out of it onto the floor.

I leaned forward, gently using my tongue to lick her clean. I started at the bed and worked up. I enjoyed the chance to use my tongue on her tender little asshole. Next I moved up to her hot wet pussy. I tongued up and down on her lips and she moaned. Next I put my whole mouth over her pussy and began to suck. "Careful you'll get a mouthful" she said.

I didn't realize how much cum was actually still inside her and I started swallowing it as it ran out. I swallowed every bit of it I could, then, I started sucking her clit. She started moaning and thrashing around. I knew she was close to coming again. She screamed in ecstasy and said "Put that big dick inside of me right now." Who was I to argue? I stood up and put my raging hard dick to her opening and pushed in. We both came with a tremendous rush and I collapsed on top of her.

After we rested for a few minutes I cleaned up all the props and got it all put away before I untied her and removed the blindfold. We laid there on the bed and talked the rest of the afternoon. Early that evening I told her I had plans for the night. Tonight we were going to a strip club but tonight the dancers were all women.

"I got to watch men dancing last night, so tonight is for your enjoyment" she said. We got cleaned up and dressed for the show. I told her to wear one of the other outfits T and her had picked out. We got to the club and of course since it was Saturday night it was busy. We found a table and ordered drinks. Shortly after our drinks arrived, a couple of dancers came by asking if we wanted a table dance. "Not quite yet" I told them as we needed to talk first. Shawn looked at me and asked "Talk about what?"

"When the dancers come back, I want you to watch them very closely, watching how they dance and how they remove their clothes. Pick up as many ideas as you can because I have plans for you later." With that I motioned over some dancers and asked them to put on a show for the both of us.

The music was loud, the smoke in the place was thick and the strobe lights added nicely to the effect. The women were making all kinds of wild moves, slowly removing their clothes and bending and grinding in very erotic ways. Shawn was embarrassed but was paying close attention. She knew I had something up my sleeve and wanted to gain every advantage she could.

We stayed for a little while longer, enjoying drinks and several more dancers. I paid for two more dancers and told Shawn to pay close attention. I said I needed to hit the bathroom and that after they were done, we would be going. We then headed out of the club and to the BMW. We headed home and Shawn was wondering what I had planned. When we got home, we headed down into the theater.

Earlier in the week I had turned the whole theater into an exotic strip club. I removed the couch from the lower platform. Turning the platform sideways, I pushed it up against the wall and moved the couch a little ways in front of it, facing the platform. Next I had mounted a stripper pole to the platform and secured it to the ceiling. Adding a fog machine and strobe light finished off the props. While we were at the club I excused myself to go to the bathroom and called T. T came over as instructed and turned on the music, fog machine and strobe light.

As we got downstairs to the theater, Shawn grinned as she knew exactly what I was expecting from her. She pushed me into the couch and got up on the stage. The next song was just starting and she started her own show. She was making all kinds of moves slowly removing her blouse. Next she reached under her skirt and gently removed her panties from underneath. Now she was dancing wearing only her heals, skirt and bra.

Grabbing the pole she squatted down and spread her legs wide. I could see her bare pussy in the light. Next she kicked up one legs allowing me to see how wet she really was. I pulled out a wad on bills from my pocket and placed several in her bra. This only encouraged her more. She then pulled off her skirt and danced around a little more, swinging around the pole. Next I rolled up a $5 bill length wise and put it in my mouth like a cigar. She saw what I did and spun around holding onto the pole. Holding to the pole, she bent over pointing her ass in my direction. I leaned forward staring at her little asshole. She leaned back a little further pinching the bill with her ass and pulling it from my mouth.

Next I took a $20 bill and rolled it again only this time the shorter way. Sticking it in my mouth, I laid on the platform next to the pole. This time she squatted down and pulled the money from my lips with her pussy. Next I took a $50 bill and did the same thing again and took a $100 bill and wrapped it around my cock. She liked this idea as she squatted over me burying my face with her pussy. She then leaned over and worked her mouth on my cock licking while trying to use her lips to get the money. 

She now had my money and stood back up. I quickly pulled the rest of my money from my pocket and offered it to her if I could just have my way with her on the couch. She said "It's against company policy and that she could lose her job but since I was such a good tipper she would break the rules just this once."

We quickly went to the couch where she removed my clothes. She took a hold of my cock and began sucking hard and deep. Never before had she ever taken my cock so deep. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. She continued to suck me until I was about to explode. I looked at her and said "You better stop cause I am about to explode". With that she just sucked harder and pushed my cock deeper into her throat. I couldn't take it any longer and I shot my load deep into her throat. She swallowed almost every drop and she looked up at me grinning. The pleasure on my face was mirrored in hers. A few drops of cum were running down her cheek as I pulled her up and gave her the biggest kiss on the lips. We lay down on the couch with her in front of me. It felt wonderful having my arms wrapped around her, spooning while we relaxed. We were both exhausted so we decided to head up to bed. There we spooned and went fast asleep. 

Sunday morning we woke up in the same position. We hadn't moved the entire night. The only thing different was I had a raging hard on just like every morning. As Shawn awoke she said "I can tell you're up for another day's adventure". I pushed my cock deep against her ass crack in response. "Jack don't, you know I can't fit that big dick in there." she responded.

There it was, the dreaded "This is your APA weekend up until you try and ream my ass." As I relaxed my pushing, resigned to the fact that it wasn't going to happen she spoke.

"Jack, you know I'm afraid of your giant dick inside my little asshole".

"Yea, I just thought that with this being my APA weekend, you would be willing"

"I am but I need your understanding and patience. First you have to listen to me and second you have to go real slow and stop when I say stop OK?"

"OK" I said excitedly as I reached over to the nightstand and opened the drawer. Inside were a couple of bottles of KY put there just for this occasion. I opened the first bottle of KY and poured it liberally over my cock, spreading it around with my hand. Next I looked over to Shawn who already had her face on the sheet and her ass in the air. I took the KY and coated her ass with a generous amount. I used my fingers to rub it in and around her little rosebud.

Next I started to massage her rosebud with my fingers, gently inserting one then two fingers. She seemed to be quite relaxed as it didn't seem as near as much resistance as previous times. She just moaned and told me to take it slowly. She really started to get into it when I took my free had and reached under her and played with her pussy and clit.

Next I went for three fingers in her ass and she was able to accept that ok. After pumping both hands into her two holes, she was really getting into it. She would push back as I thrust my fingers in, trying to push them deeper. She was encouraging me with her words "Oh Jack that feels so good, push deeper and open me up baby".

I felt that now she was ready for my cock and with that I knelt behind her. Making sure my cock was well lubed; I placed the tip of my cock right at her blossoming rosebud.

"Wait, wait, wait!" she cried, her hands pushing back on my thighs. Her head is on the sheet and her eyes are closed tight.

"It's ok baby," I respond.

"Ok, Ok, take it slow" she replies.

I gently push again but with the excitement, my cock seems to have grown considerably.

"Ohhhh wait, wait!" she responds.

I stop but I don't pull back this time. Her body is screaming "No" at my attempt of penetration.

"Play with yourself" I say as I grip her hips pushing my cock tight against her asshole.

She reaches between her legs and does what she is instructed. Looking down I can see her hand gently parting her lips and slide her fingers inside. "You have such a beautiful cunt" I say. She fingers herself, making large circles that work smaller until they begin a slow steady pace in one area. I can tell she is enjoying the feelings as her breathing is getting hot and heavy. I take the opportunity to push in a little farther.

"Ohhhh no, honey! Wait, wait, please!" she begs

I tell her "Don't stop touching yourself" as I push a little harder.

"Ohhhh baby, honey, god, I can't take that much please!"

My cock so fully engorged now pushes in. Her body is rejecting the intrusion wanting to expel me.

Ohhhh Jack, oh my god, please!"

Panting I tell her "It's ok, keep rubbing that sweet little clit". She does and I push a little harder now.

"Oh please, please, please" she begs.

"It's Ok just a little more" I respond. Just then the head of my cock pops in; her ass was now accepting the entire head of my cock.

"Aahh god, No more, I can't" she says.

Knowing that was the hardest part, I relax my pushing to let her body get accustomed. I take my hands and gently stroke her hips and ass.

Relaxing a bit she whispers "Ok go slow, please go slow."

"OK" I respond and grab her hips, giving me something to pull against, allowing for greater control. I slowly push deeper inside feeling her tight sphincter squeezing as I penetrate her.

"Slow, slow, slow" she pants. "Jack, ohhh it's so much!"

I ask her "Can you take more?" as I squeeze tighter on her hips.

"Yes, yes go ahead" she responds and I push in a little deeper. Again I hear her "Wait, wait".

"Does it hurt?" I respond.

"No I just have to get used to it"

I ask "More?" and she responds "Yes". I push deeper and she is now encouraging me. "Come on, that's it. Deeper, is there more? Yeahh I can take it baby; all the way in me." I moan as I have now my cock buried all the way into her tight asshole.

She responds "You're in my ass, oh my god."

Thinking the hard part is over, I tell her "I'm going to fuck your ass"

"Oh, Honey, easy" she says

I slowly withdraw, watching her little rosebud slide down my cock. I pull out just about to the tip. Then I slowly push back in. Her body is more accepting this time as I start to push a little harder and faster.

"Slowww, Ohh honey, please, please" she cries.

Now I am pumping in and out a little quicker. "Oh it's so tight; Shawn your ass is so tight!"




APA Birthday



"Do you like it?" She asks as she presses back against me. "Do you like fucking my ass?"

Grabbing tightly to her hips, I grunt and groan as I thrust in and out of her, her body pushing back against me as I push inside of her. She is obviously enjoying this more now as she continues to play with her pussy.

"Harder" she whimpers. "Ohh please, fuck me harder" and I do, my cock burying itself deep in her ass, my balls slapping against her dripping pussy. Now I am ramming back and forth, grunting and moaning. "Oh fuck my ass! I want you to come in my ass" she says.

Her words encourage me and I can't take it any longer. She screams "Oh baby, you're gonna make me cum!" As I empty my load, she arches her back and I can tell she is at that point also. She moans with great pleasure as I pump one last time deep into her ass. With that she collapses forward onto the bed and I fall forward with her, my entire body pushing up against her ass as I drive that one final time. My cock is now pumping out the final squirts of cum deep in her ass.

We just lay there, both trying to catch our breath, sweat covering our bodies. I gently held her, petting her and gently kissed her neck.

This is how my APA weekend ended. Never was I more in love with my wife. She has always been one to do anything for me. This weekend, there was nothing she wouldn't have done for me and I know it. That love is something to never take for granted. One of these days, I'll let her know what really happened that afternoon with Ron.



Special thanks go to Celest81 for her editing assistance.



APA, Eh?



I bore easily...so I need challenge(s). It's not that simple, exactly, but if you understand that base principle you'll be part-way to clarity. 

I also loathe the mundane. Like APA format. God knows psychologists obviously need more to occupy their time, but the rest of academia needs a good kicking for giving over control of their final publishable work(s) to these thoroughly anal keepers of arcane trivia. God knows the codes of the Elizabethan era are child's-play when compared to APA, and those infamous ciphers were as complex as possible because the information they endeavored to disguise was literally life-or-death for those involved in their transportation and translation. And an unpleasant death at that. Often involving public humiliation, dismemberment and slow agonizing torment for hours or even days leading to the inevitable.

So why APA? Why bother? After all, we're really supposed to be actually sharing our research and product -- in direct contradiction to the purpose for complex codes and ciphers.

Yes, I could learn APA and apply it. If I chose. But I bore easily and I loathe the mundane, especially the gratuitous AND mundane. That's a lethal combination in terms of holding my interest.

So what happened is in part based in all of the aforementioned.

The rest somehow had to with Lydia. There was something intriguing and indefinably beyond the ordinary about Lydia. On the surface, she was the slim (what I call lightly 'dyed') blonde, forty-something Night Librarian for the floor housing the History collection. As you would expect in a librarian, she had a quiet disposition. She also had great eyes and a spectacularly graceful flow, especially if you happened to be following her, as she pushed her cart around, slowly but efficiently re-stocking and organizing the stacks from 4 pm to closing (midnight) Monday to Friday.

At first I was really confused by the absence of rings, etc. I even thought, as was entirely possible of course, that her preferences might be for her own gender. But as we came to know each other, there was no doubt she was interested. She would light up spontaneously when we ran into each other and cast those sly little glances women do when they think the male isn't paying attention. 

And Lydia was an expert in APA.

In other words, she was a dream come true for a divorced forty-something -- who happened to be back at university on the company dime to do grad studies. I could've simply taken Lydia out for dinner, made the correct direct approach for our age cohort -- and it's not beyond the realm of possibility that the two of us would have fucked each other's brains out while she taught me APA for my MBA papers and I enlightened her on the Elizabethan history and literature which were my true passion and lifelong study interest.

But as I said there was something indefinably 'different' about Lydia.

And of course I bore easily, well, that point is well established.

So instead, I hatched this complicated and challenging plot. 

The whole plan hinged on a 30 minute break Lydia took every night from 9 to 9:30 pm precisely. 

During this time, she would descend one flight of stairs and share coffee, yogurt and conversation with the Amelia -- the married and slightly out-of-place bling redhead who looked after the floor housing Sociology and all those similar ologies. 

Friday, three nights before the deadline of a major term paper, I waited impatiently, indeed apprehensively, and with some excitement, for Lydia to roll her cart into the alcove beside the office. (That it was Friday night and therefore relatively quiet in the library was a considered element in the plan). I then watched from the shadows a few feet into the long row of stacks, as she entered the office, retrieved her yogurt and thermos of coffee, and, letting herself out, double-checked that the door was locked before flowing out through the glass doors to the landing and descending the stairs. Having prepared carefully over several days, and considered and re-considered every foreseeable facet and detail of my plan, I took a deep breath -- thought to myself, 'this is nuts, even by your standards', then chuckled, glancing around nervously to be sure that if the chuckle was audible no one had heard it and was therefore watching -- before proceeding to cross into the brightly lit area of the doorway to quickly pick the lock and let myself into the office. (Easy locks and a miss-spent youth. Let's leave it at that). 

Once inside, I collected a spare office key from behind the door and pocketed it, then sat down in Lydia's rolling chair at her desk. 

Even though the clock was now ticking, I forced myself to check and re-check the contents of the three remaining envelopes. Getting those in the incorrect order could be awkward, to put it mildly. (I'll freely admit here that the apprehension while I waited outside the office, watching, was now manifesting as perspiration, making my clothes adhere to my flesh...and that the tingle of excitement was now manifesting as an outright seething hard on. This latter condition had been contributed to, in no small way, by my steadfast refusal to masturbate since Tuesday -- the day when the plan first began to take shape). Taking a deep breath, I visualized the steps remaining in the plan one more time, and then set to work.

The first envelope was in place already. 

The second envelope I slipped under Lydia's old fashioned blotter, with just the merest fraction of an inch of the corner poking out, but to my eye this latter was a clear flag on her otherwise pin neat desktop. I hesitated but that was the plan and she may not notice it, even if I didn't get back in time, so I left it and carried on. A moment later, I cracked open the door, checked the coast was clear, and slipped out, barefoot now, and commando as it happened, closing the door gently behind me. After secreting the third envelope with the office key inside a large enough volume on her cart, so that just the merest corner was showing once again, I set off at pace down the long long stacks to the study carrels along the windows on the outer wall. The sound of my bare feet on the hard floors seemed to echo outrageously so I went up on tiptoe. My blackberry said '9:07' so time was leaking away and I had to move at some speed.

At the end of the stacks I was pleased and relieved to find that Friday night, as intended, was working out. The younger undergrads thought working Friday night was against union rules and the majority of grad students would be in the appropriate collections, on other floors. With care, because there would be the odd other denizen around, I should be okay. Moving up two rows of stacks, I was again relieved, this time to find the correct volume in the Elizabethan collection still in place. I inserted the fourth and final envelope inside. 

'9:09'. 

Reaching in behind this row of volumes, I felt then retrieved the cuffs. (These hadn't been used in several months. Julie had been attractive and fit and fun, but we weren't quite 100% compatible. We parted good naturedly, agreeing that we would probably always be available to each other -- because neither of us was likely to hook up on a permanent basis at this stage and the fundamentals had been better than just good and so why not.) That bit of history aside, the cuffs had not on this evening been closed. That they were there, and still open, made it reasonable to assume Lydia had not discovered them when she worked in the area earlier in the evening. Exhaling slowly, counting to ten to calm my pounding heart -- no amount of time would calm my throbbing hard on -- I took the cuffs farther up the row of carrels to the one I had claimed earlier this evening.

Without sitting down, I opened the equipment bag on the desk surface, removing, opening and switching on my laptop. Only then, after further careful examination of the immediate area and determining it was unoccupied -- I couldn't control who might be passing by on campus and chance to glance up, from outside and four floors below, but that was part of the fun -- I applied my stiff, quivering and therefore uncooperative fingers to removing my shirt and my slacks, before sitting stark naked on the cool chair, a contrast I should've but somehow hadn't anticipated which caused me to suck in breath. I then closed the small padlock on the equipment bag. Then I fastened the cuffs to my own wrists.

'9:12'.

Naked, no realistic access to clothes and the key more accessible to others (Lydia?). Check.

Several items of my clothes elsewhere and more easily accessible to others (Lydia?). Check.

Handcuffed, and the key elsewhere and more easily accessible to others (Lydia?). Check.

18 minutes to complete this first task and retrieve at least three of the four envelopes, in the correct order. Check.

I had planned on having 20 minutes at this stage, but if I could concentrate -- something the challenge of the circumstances should assist me in doing -- it was still feasible. Check.

Not that I had any realistic options now but to succeed. Check.

'9:13'.

I had typed handcuffed before. No problem there. Clicking the mouse, I placed my fingers on the keyboard, and waited for the library homepage.

Very shortly thereafter it went wrong.

Within minutes, no amount of cursing, or panicking, could help me to retrieve the situation.

What followed was a horrifyingly long 19 minutes, contemplating then dismissing in sequence a host of potential but completely impossible solutions -- all the while watching for any movement and listening for every sound -- until, finally, the wheels of a rolling cart. The sound stopped in the vicinity of the Elizabethan collection.

Complete and utter humiliation was now inevitable. Check.

Nothing happened. She did not appear. Not a sound either. Where the hell was she? What was she doing? Was it even her? Oh god...5 minutes dragged by... and I was a sweating, panting mass of hopeless and paralyzed yet thoroughly aroused male. Another 3 minutes and every conceivable possibility, including the imminent arrival of the police, especially the imminent arrival of the police, had and continued to swirl through my mind. Even campus security would be a catastrophe, of course, but the police...

I froze, absolutely terrified. My blackberry was buzzing and moving across the surface of the desk. It almost made it to the edge before I could move to collect it. 

'Ms Lydia Cashman here,' the text message read, 'report to my office immediately.'

My mind took a second to register the implications. Most of the implications at any rate. Other implications invaded while I was on the move. So I'll leave it to you to imagine that long walk down the rows of stacks. My legs were so stiff I felt like the cartoon character Gumby, from my childhood, yet so weak they could hardly hold my weight. I stopped once to catch my breath and noticed that I was glistening with perspiration all over my body but there was nothing I could do and I was anxious as well to find out the worst so I pressed on. All of which in mind, you can imagine how relieved I was to find no campus security, and no police...at least not outside the office. In fact, there was no one in sight.

You can also imagine my relief when it was her that opened the door and no one else appeared to be in the office. Taking my cuffs in one hand, she unlocked them with the key.

The KEY, note. 

"Turn around," she said flatly. I did. Believe me. Feeling another frisson of panic when she re-cuffed me, hands now behind my back. (Part of me did register that this was expertly done...or maybe that was hindsight). The simple truth overall was that I was helpless, naked, and that she dragged me by the cuffs backward through the door and closed it. 

She was utterly and completely in control. Full stop. Check.

Lydia. Check.

So I had to consciously use every ounce of control I had ever learned not to simply cum on the spot...

Whether or not she was pleased I couldn't tell. Because she was indeed expert. Patient by nature, as a Librarian, she seemed capable of infinite composure and poise. She simply sat in the chair, turned now to face me, and conducted a painstakingly detailed visual examination. 

Avoiding eye contact, because I absolutely had to do that, I noted that every envelope and it's contents -- all four, note -- was laid out in order on her desktop. My clothes, shoes, socks, and briefs, significantly, were in the garbage basket between the end of her desk and the filing cabinet where they had been tucked away.



Maybe following my gaze, she said: "Where are the rest of your clothes?" in a flat calm monotone.

I couldn't actually make my tongue work to form the words.

"Speak up, please." Same tone.

I stammered out enough for her to raise a hand slightly and cut me off. "Laptop there too?"

"Yes."

Swiveling the chair a half turn, those spectacular eyes still fixed on me, she picked up the phone and punched a button. "Henry? Lydia here. There's a laptop and some other student possessions in a carrel on the east side and they've been there for some time. I'm a little concerned about the laptop. Could you collect everything and place it in Lost-And-Found?..."...."Thank you, Henry." Click

Intent on keeping me stark naked. Check.

My hard on jounced a bit, involuntarily, and she cocked an eyebrow. Maybe she read my mind because she flowed gracefully out of the chair, collecting the garbage basket enroute to the door, which she then left open -- in a truly terrifying and quite deliberate gesture -- until she returned, empty basket in hand and restored it to its place and her lovely trim rear-end to the comfort of the chair.

Intent on stripping me BEYOND naked. Check.

My hard on jounced again, and I thought I might have glimpsed a twinkle in those spectacular eyes. But if so it was gone in a trice and could well have been wishful thinking.

She now had my blackberry in her hand, held it up. She must have taken it while moving the handcuffs to the behind position. 'This you used to take the photos?"

"Yes."

"Nice piece of equipment." 

Me?...or the cam?...or the phone?

She now had the photo from the first envelope: the one I had placed before I started this account. It was quite a nice pic, actually, me smiling, relaxed, in the business casual clothes I wore. Usually wore. Turning it around she read the caption: "'I really do need to learn APA. Can I buy the drinks in exchange for your expertise?'"

Her eyes dipped to my hard on, which of course gave me away once again."There are some questions about this one, which you will answer later. I should inform you that Amelia found it earlier this evening so we spent considerable time discussing it during our break. Poor dear is a bit naïve and thinks the handcuff key is for a luggage locker or some such. I may have to enlighten her..." my hard on bobbled about, again, damned thing..."and," she hesitated, "I should tell you it was me, checking at her insistence from her computer, who found your location in the library and disabled your account so you lost access and couldn't complete the online quiz..."

Diabolical. Prepared to play foul to get and keep me way BEYOND just physically naked. Check.

She was carrying on, collecting the photo from the second envelope. Now this was one of the had-to-get-back envelopes, the one from under her blotter. It showed me standing, naked, cuffed hands on my head. I was facing away and I must say my butt does draw both compliments and interest from women. Lydia gestured for me to turn around, presumably so she could compare -- so I tightened my butt, as I had for the pic. "'I really lack the discipline for APA,'" she was reading the caption for this pic, "'so any assistance and expertise you could render would be appreciated.'"

I was expecting a silence here...a moment of truth. Instead there was a rustle of paper and a snap of her fingers. Glancing back over my shoulder, I watched her twisting the next photo into position to study it and saw her free hand gesture for me to turn around again to face her. Then the same hand gestured for me to get down. Assuming I should imitate the pose from the pic, I settled on my knees, eyes downcast and cuffed hands atop my head. This photo was from another must retrieve envelope. The one from her cart outside in the alcove. The one that also included the key to my equipment bag...the equipment bag that contained my shirt and slacks and which was now tucked away in Lost-And-Found. She read the caption, "'I beg your indulgence and direction'", and I was so relieved to have my eyes downcast so she couldn't see the wince and the crimson flush to my cheeks.

Even if it did mean I was watching the little bubble of pre-cum erupt from my cock and dribble down my engorged tip. 

Inexorable and merciless. Check.

Knowing what was coming next was both something of a comfort and completely horrifying and had been both of those emotions simultaneously from the outset of her exposition. Now that there was only the fourth and final envelope remaining... the one from the Elizabethan collection...the one which had contained the key to her office...and the most explicit photo and caption...

I trust you have all managed to sort through the now truncated plan? How retrieving envelopes in the correct order would have opened doors, literally, allowing the retrieval of other envelopes, plus keys to other doors, locks, etc., and eventually to items of clothing -- until, had it worked properly, I would have been fully clothed once again, with every oh so embarrassing envelope back in my possession.

I also would have concentrated enough to complete the online.... 

The toe of her shoe touching my erection shocked me back into the office, with her now seeming to hover over me from the chair. Smiling, she turned in her chair and adjusted her computer monitor for me to watch, shocked, as she opened my email account and ran a simple search...She had said she'd tracked me earlier and disabled my account access... But this? My actual email? ...Who knew librarians had that degree of access and power?... I recognized the thread and the gasp escaped before I could prevent it.

Lydia was activating her Skype and entering a username.

"Please don't."

She looked over at me, cocking one eyebrow. In that moment, her eyes were even more spectacular than usual. 

"Please," I repeated.

"She is not your Domme?"

'She' was Julie. The Julie with whom my compatibility had been 99.6%, but not quite 100%. Without going into detail, suffice it to say the fourth envelope had included more than one photo -- and had been particularly badly thought out, or so it was transpiring. "No."

"I think I'll just confirm that."

There were no further layers left to strip from me. (Even the urgent prayer, something I never did, proved futile because Julie was home and did answer the call ).

"No," Julie was very amused,positively beaming on cam, "I am not his domme." Then she quickly added, "Did he say I was?"'

Lydia assured her I hadn't exactly said anything. 

Julie, though perplexed briefly, was not mean spirited, and was sufficiently entertained to let the matter slide. Albeit with a wry, "But he does have a great ass."

To which Lydia replied, "And a helluva nerve. Thank you very much for your time."

After a few more pleasantries passed between them, they ended the call. After which followed the longest stretch of silence I could ever recall, including the one earlier when I knew the plan had unraveled and when all I could do was wait for the consequences.

The toe of her shoe touched my engorged erection again...and I gasped again. And pre-cum bubbled forth, again. The floor seemed to move slightly and I had to right myself consciously. To find her shoe, the shoe at the end of a shapely leg, hovering in front of my eyes. I could see the pre-cum on the toe of her shoe. No doubt she could see it too.




APA, Eh?



"I'm going to enjoy this, I think. You, probably not so much." I didn't look up. Didn't have to. You can hear a smile in the voice of a female. Every noticed? "And the less you enjoy it the more I will. Start by licking your mess off my shoes. Then you're going to tell me what's really going, and don't even think about lying to me..."

I felt rather than saw the next bubble of pre-cum because it was a bit of a gush.

"...Correction," she didn't even break flow, "First my shoe then my floor then you come clean yourself and I can keep this up all night, how about you?..."

Fully in charge, merciless and starting to enjoy herself. Check.

The 'intriguing and indefinably beyond the ordinary' librarian (Lydia!) was a flat out domme. Check.

I moved quickly to clean her shoe, hoping I could distract her, and myself, before her firm seductive voice drove me to cum... 

"Hmmm, how long can you hold out you perverted male worm?..."

... but it was already surging and the world began to shake and I couldn't find the toe of her shoe with my tongue...and I might, just might, have glimpsed a full broad grin on her gorgeous face but it's hard to know for sure because of the kaleidoscopic flickering of my vision as I ascended, or descended, into the involuntary shudders and jerks of flat out orgasm.



APA for His Birthday



It was my husband's birthday that weekend and I had scratched my head for weeks trying to figure out what to get him. He has everything. We are not rich, but successful and have no kids to support, so money has never been a problem. If we wanted something we got it, no big deal. It just makes it hard to come up with gift ideas. 

Jake and I are both in our earlier thirties and in good shape, no flab. The last few years though we had been having some challenges in our relationship. Sex had gotten boring for us. I had made some stabs at sexy lingerie and while it helped some it was just a different warping on the same old package. 

I knew Jake had started watching pornography on his computer, he made no secret of it. I was insulted on one level, but not enough to get mad about it, figuring that he was as bored as I was and needed to find a way to relieve the building stress. Yes he jacked off to the images. Not in front of me, but I knew it anyway. 

One of the side effects of Jake's computer stimulation was that he became much more oral. He wanted to use his mouth on me more often and expected me to return the favor. I played along but I stopped short of letting him finish in my mouth or on my body. I insisted on conventional sex for the finale. We argued. He would pout and I would become righteously indignant. 

Don't get me wrong, I am not a prude. In fact I had once been part of an orgy back in college. I still had dreams occasionally about that night. I still have no idea how many people used me that night, and they weren't all men. I was drunk of course, but not that drunk. I had wanted to do it. Now I was a mature lady, a married woman and those days of wanton sex were behind me. 

I was beginning to be concerned that Jake would take a lover, would cheat on me. He spent more time on his computer and had almost stopped even attempting to coerce me into anything other than missionary sex. I knew in my heart that we were at a crossroad and that this might be my last birthday with him if things didn't change. 

Still at a quandary about his gift I looked for a card. I found a really nice one that expressed all my sentiments and my undying love in beautiful poetry. It spoke of how he filled all my needs in life and completed me as a person. 

Everything seemed to be crashing down on me as I read the card. I quickly bought it and then as soon as I got home penned my gift inside of it.

"ABSOLUTELY, POSITIVELY, ANYTHING you want, without reservation for your birthday weekend.

COMPLETELY YOUR'S IN LOVE, Sarah"

I sealed the envelope and waited to give it to him. 

At midnight on Friday night I handed him the card. I was nervous as hell and not sure how he would take my gift. He opened and read it in silence. Then looked at me and smirked. 

"Yeah, right!" he said in a half groan, "as soon as I ask you to do something you will get all huffy and tell me what a pervert I am!"

"Jake," I said as soothingly as I could, "I mean it. I want to make you happy and this is my gift to you this weekend. I will do whatever you want, I promise!"

"You might say that now, but I know you will change your mind as soon as things get a little exciting," he answered in a resigned voice.

"Try me out Jake, give me a chance to make you happy!" I pleaded with him. 

"Why, so we can end up in another fight?" he said, "no I think we should leave things alone. Beside you have no idea what I would ask of you."

"I think I do," I told him. Wanting to prove myself I took a big step. "Do you want me to suck your dick?"

I don't know if it was the question or the language I used but he looked at me and his face underwent a change. His eyes changed from sad and somber, to hard, then to mischievous.

"You know I think you might believe that you mean what you say, but I doubt that you are really prepared to do absolutely positively anything." 

I didn't know what to say, partly because I knew he was right. I mean it sounded good, but just how much was I really prepared to surrender to this guy. I had to try, I wanted to try so I put all that out of my head and just said, "Why don't you test me?" 

The grin on his face scared me a little. 

"Ok, take your clothes off for me."

No big deal about that I thought as I stood up and began to strip for him. Really it was kind of exciting to be doing it and I have to admit that I was a little turned on by being so risqué.

As I slid the last piece of clothing down my legs and stepped out of the lacy panties I looked at him and asked, "What now lover?"

"I want you to sit in that chair and play with your pussy for me," he said.

I swallowed and moved to the chair. I had done this for him before, well sort of. I had played with myself while he watched but it had always been during the heat of sex. I had never done it in cold blood like this. I opened my legs and started to run my fingers over my pussy. I am trimmed to a neat little bush. Jake had asked me to shave my pussy several times and I refused. Now I wondered if that would be one of the things I would be doing this weekend. 

I slipped my fingers between my lips and was surprised to find myself wet. I started to rub my clit being careful to hold my lips apart so he could see what I was doing. This was really weird. The hungry way he watched me made me feel sexy and desirable and the brazen way my body reacted embarrassed me but rather then quelling the sexual excitement that was building it added to it. I could see that his dick was hard in his pants. That fueled me, igniting the fire in me and my skin flushed with the shame, the thrill of what I was doing. 

"You're very pretty," he said, "did you now that, and very sexy."

The calm voice he used only made it worse, heightening my excitement. I slipped a finger inside myself and now used both hands on my pussy. 

"Is your pussy wet my love?" he asked me.

"Yes," I mumbled back

"Are you going to cum for me?"

"If you want me too," I replied hoping that he wouldn't stop me now. I really wanted him to see me give this to him. I wanted him to see me offer myself this way. 

"Who are you now?"

I wasn't sure what he was asking. 

"I'm your wife, your lover," I panted out very near the edge of an orgasm. 

"No right now you are more than that," he stated calmly, "what else are you tonight?"

"I'm yours!" I cried wanting to cum, wanting to let him see me climax.

"You're my what?" he asked pressing me for an answer. "Tell me or stop and we can go to bed and forget all about this."

"I'm your PUSSY!" I shouted. "Your WHORE, your SLUT!" I gasped out as my pussy clenched tight on my hand and waves of orgasm came over me. I shook and moaned as I came, half laughing and half crying as both hands pressed tight to my sex and I curled over in the chair. 

Jake just watched me for a minute then stood and walked over to me. He took me in his arms and moved me around so I sat in his lap. He held me close and let me shiver into his strong shoulder. Finally he picked me up, something he hadn't done in years, and carried to bed. He laid me down and pulled the covers over me. 

"I am going to put this card on your nightstand. If you still want to give me this gift in the morning give me the card back."

I whispered "I love you," then rolled over and fell into a deep sleep.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

I awoke just before sunrise and the first thing I noticed was that I was completely rested and felt great. The second thing was that I was nude. I don't sleep nude. Maybe every once in awhile we will fall asleep after making love, but I always woke up a little later and dressed for bed after cleaning myself up. I slid from the bed trying not to disturb Jake and wrapping myself in a robe made my silent way into the kitchen. 

I started the coffee and sat at the table while it brewed. I was amazed at how early I was up and how good I felt. I wondered what, if anything, last nights adventure had to do with it. My mind replayed the scene from the night before and a little of the feelings returned. I was actually getting a little excited just sitting there thinking about the display I had put on for Jake. I shook it off and poured myself a cup of coffee. 

I wandered through the house, still trying to be quiet and not wake Jake so early. As I passed his study I noticed the glare on the wall. His computer was still powered up. That wasn't like my so organized man. He always put things back, hung things up and turned things off when he was done. I walked around to the screen and moved the mouse. The screen saver disappeared and the desktop came up. 

I wasn't really thinking about spying on him when I clicked his internet icon, I was just curious. I went to his history and pulled up the first site that looked like porn. 

It was! The site had a member's page that needed a password, but also offered a free tour. I took it. I had never imagined that women did what these were doing. Well that's not really true, I had imagined it but only in my deepest fantasies. This was real though. Not only real but photographed and video taped for the whole world to see. I looked, I studied and then I went to the next site in his history. 

I must have sat there an hour before I snapped myself out of it. What I had done last night was nothing. When Jake told me I wasn't prepared for absolutely positively anything he wasn't kidding!

I got another cup of coffee and sat back down at the table. Somehow I found my hand in my lap and my mind into the pictures I had just looked at. 

Without much thinking I wandered back to our bedroom. I looked down at my sleeping husband. He had pushed the covers almost all the way off and I stared at his naked body. He had an erection, not unusual for him in the mornings. Shaking my head again to clear any thoughts in it I shucked my robe and lowered myself gently to the bed. I moved around until I could reach him with my lips and slowly covered his hard dick with my mouth. He woke up instantly, but did not move. He just laid there as I moved him deeper into my mouth. I held him for a few seconds then began to rise and fall on his shaft. Slowly I took as much as I could into my mouth then rose off of it. I repeated this over and over. My hands went to his chest and began to play with his nipples. Then one trailed over his belly and took a grip on his dick. I started to stroke him with both hand and mouth. His hands slipped into my hair and held me as my head rose and fell. Then he started to describe a rhythm with the movement of his hands tangled in my hair. I followed and the pace quickened. Both hands gripped his dick and began pumping furiously as my mouth worked on the top couple of inches of him. His back arched and his body shivered with the tension of coming climax. Then he jerked into my mouth and I felt the first blast of him hit the back of my throat. I couldn't have moved off him if I wanted to; his hands were holding me tight. I didn't want to. I felt his cum again, hot and tangy, bitter and salty. He shot so hard that I almost gagged but by opening my mouth relieved the pressure. I felt his cum run from my mouth and over my lips and onto my still moving hands. He came again and I swallowed, again and I swallowed. I thought he would never stop. 

Finally he fell back to the bed and his hands raised my head from his dick. I looked at him, his eyes were closed but his face shown with bliss. I laid my head on his thigh and waited for him to say something. I don't know what I expected. 

"That was good," he said at last. 

"I'm glad you enjoyed it birthday boy."

"Now clean me up and we can go have some breakfast."

I started to get up for a wash cloth when his hand held me back, "With your mouth, he said quietly. 

I looked at him again and saw the same question in his eyes he had asked last night. I lowered my lips to him and began to lick and suck him clean. My mouth and belly were already full of the taste of him so it didn't matter. I let him watch as I licked not only his softening dick but also my hands clean of his mess. 

"There you go, good as new!" I told him as I finished.

"Better than new," he responded, "now let's go get some of that coffee I smell."

I slid off of him and stood by the bed. I took the birthday card from the nightstand and handed it to him. "You read your card while I go pour the coffee," I smiled at him.

I reached for my robe and he said, "I want you to stay naked this morning, leave the robe here.' 

With a shrug of my shoulders I dropped the robe on the bed and turned to leave. Once in the living room I noticed the light coming through the front window. The curtains were wide open. Earlier it had been dark when I crossed that way, but now anyone walking or driving past could see in. I scooted along the wall going for the drawstrings. 

"Leave them,." I heard from behind me and turned to see Jake standing there in the doorway. I smiled as I saw that he was erect again and I thought of his standing dick as an exclamation mark for his words. I looked at the windows then back at Jake. 

"Whatever you say," I answered in my 'I hope you know what you're doing' voice.

It was still early Saturday morning but the neighborhood was beginning to wake and soon it would start to move about. The view from the street through our living room and across the kitchen bar top was clear. I scurried across the room and into the kitchen. Jake walked as if he wore a three-piece suit, unconcerned if all the neighbors, their children and pets were lined up at he glass. 

I had never cooked in the nude before. I found myself being very careful as I turned bacon and flipped eggs. I didn't want a painful splatter. Jake busied himself getting the juice and setting the table. Jake was standing at he table as I turned to bring the plates over. He wasn't rigidly erect anymore, but still swollen and red. I giggled and he asked what was up. 

I pointed and asked if that was his standby mode, kind of on call for immediate service. He looked down at himself and we both watched as he rose steadily to a straight hard shaft. 

"Did you call?" he asked and I laughed

"Oh my! That's nice."

We sat and ate and just enjoyed being together. We chatted about anything but sex as breakfast disappeared. When we were done I removed the plate and placed them in the dishwasher then returned to sit with Jake.

"I love your card Sarah," he began, "are you sure this is what you want to give me/ Do you know what absolutely positively anything could be?"

"Oh Jake," I answered, "I have some idea. I know there are things that would freak me out and scare me to death. I know that there are things that only dark minds or souls could think up. I also know that I trust you. I trust you not to deliberately hurt me. I trust you not to do anything that we can't live with later. I love you Jake and want to do this for you this weekend."

:Jake I will do my very best to give you absolutely positively anything you want this weekend."

He looked at me with smiling and loving eyes. "Ok, first I want you to call that salon place you like. I want you to schedule an appointment for this morning to have the works done. Hair, nails, face, massage, the whole bit, but the only stipulation is that you have to start with a full wax job."

I knew that I was going to end up with a bare pussy out of this deal. He had asked several times before and wouldn't miss this chance.

"Why don't you help me here and shave me?" I asked.

"No, I want someone else to do this. I want a stranger to do it. I want you to know that she knows you are doing it to look sexy for your man. I want you to have it done first so that as you sit around in those little robes you wear in those places everyone else will know what you did for me too."

"We don't wear robes there, just wrap in towel," I mumbled. 

"All the better!" he smiled.

It was already after 8AM so I called "La Femme" and scheduled my appointment for 10. I did as he asked and set the wax first and hair last. I usually enjoyed the day spa tremendously; today might be different. 

"We have about an hour before you have to get ready to go, let's go watch some morning news and drink our coffee."

The TV was in the living room of course but Jake just headed in there oblivious to the open curtain. I followed much less sure of myself and trying to be as small and invisible as possible. We sat side by side on the sofa and he turned to the morning talk shows. The sofa was perpendicular to the windows so at least I wasn't facing the glass.

Jake an I are both politically active. We have the same goals, but sometimes differ as to what we think is the best way to get there. The talking heads soon had us in a lively discussion of some current event. I had almost forgotten about our nudity. Jake held his empty cup out to me, "Would you mind honey?" he asked

I looked at his cup, at him and then at the windows. Anything I had said, absolutely anything you want. Oh well I thought as I rose and headed to the kitchen. I could see out the windows as I made for the other room. There was one car drive by as I made my way to the coffee pot. I stalled a little reinforcing my nerve before I headed back to Jake. 

There was a car coming again as I moved back to him. The same car? It looked the same to me but then most cars look alike to me. The chances of whoever it was happening to look this way, looking through my windows and seeing me were slim, but I was still sure that they had. Anything, I reminded myself and stood taller and walked back to him. I sat down and when I did he slipped his hand between my legs. 

"A little damp there Dear."

Damn, I was. "You have that effect on me," I told him.

He didn't remove his hand and pretty soon he had me writhing in my seat. I kept glancing over my shoulder to see if anyone was driving by but I didn't make him stop. 

"Time to get ready," he told me a few minutes later. God I didn't want him to stop now! I think he knew that too. 

We walked back to the bedroom and he went right into my closet. There he started poking through my clothes telling me that he was going to pick out my outfit for the day. This should be fun I thought.

I sat at the vanity and worked my magic on my hair and makeup while he rummaged through my clothes. When I was done I found his selections lying on the bed. He had picked a pale pink blouse of a thin cotton material with buttons up the front. Lying next to it was a short gray skirt. The skirt was one I seldom wore because it was just a little too short to be comfortable at work. 

"That was the best I could do with what you have to chose from," he told me.

I walked to the armoire and opened a draw. 

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Getting some lingerie," I replied.

"Oh no you're not, this is what you wear. If I wanted you to wear something else I would have set it out for you!"

He was still naked and once again his dick was standing straight up. He was obviously turned on by me not wearing a bra or panties. 

"That blouse is pretty thin," I protested, "People will be able to see through it. I'll be almost topless in the right light."

"I know," he said calmly. "Remember APA, absolutely, positively anything!"

"APA my ass!" I mumbled as I went back to the bed and picked up the blouse. I was going to do it, I had promised anything he wanted. 

The blouse wasn't as bad as I had feared. I was glad he didn't see the white one still in the cleaners bag. It was transparent it was so sheer. The only problem I saw was that my nipples stood out plainly in the thin material. The skirt was about 3 inches above my knees. That wasn't too bad, I could retain my modestly all right in it. 

"Ok," Jake said, "now lets find your tallest pair of heels."

Years ago I had stopped buying anything but sensible shoes. Even my dress shoes had only 2 inch heels. Jake was a little disappointed by the limited selection but we settled and a pair of beige pumps. 




APA for His Birthday



He gave me a great hug and kiss and then we headed out to the car. 

"You will have to practice some getting in and out of the car with that skirt," he told me. 

"You're right, if I'm not careful someone will get an eye full of me," I laughed.

"You don't understand honey," he continued, "you're going to practice how to show your bare pussy, not how to hide it!"

Oh crap!

He held the car door open and asked me to get in. 

"Not good," he said once I was seated. Put one leg in at a time and let the skirt ride up more he instructed. 

I got out doing as he said.

"Better, but still not right," he frowned.

I tried again. This time I sat down, extended my right leg out and lifted my left foot into the car. The skirt moved high and as I open my knees I was sure he could see all the way up my legs. 

"Much better, try it once more for me!"

I climbed out making sure that I scooted down so my skirt would slide up then raised my legs. 

"Great! Do it right once more and we can be on our way," he promised.

"Good morning Jake," I heard. I turned to see Mr. Caldwell standing right by our driveway. He is a sweet old man, probably 80 years old and every morning he walks his English Bull Dog down our street. He is a fixture in the neighborhood. 

"Hi Sarah, what's going on?" the old gent asked us.

"Hi Mr. Caldwell," Jake replied. "I forgot to open the car door for Sarah yesterday and she is making me practice how to be a gentleman this morning."

Jake can be pretty fast on his feet when the need arises. 

"Looks like you are being well rewarded for your efforts," he smiled at us.

I choked! The old fart had seen the show I was putting on for Jake and was letting us know he had.

"I work better with the proper incentive!" Jake laughed back at him. 

"Well you kids have a great day," he allowed and turned to go on his way.

"You too Mr. Caldwell," I said automatically. 

He turned back to me and grinned. "Sarah at my age days don't get much better than this one has been so far!"

I was as red as a beet as I turned to get back into the car. Even so I gave Jake the show I knew he expected. When he climbed in he was laughing and obviously very pleased with my embarrassment. He teased me all the way to the spa, telling me to be careful I didn't give the old guy a heart attach or something. 

"If you're so embarrassed why are your nipples so hard?" he asked

I looked down at myself to verify what I could already feel. 

He dropped me at the spa telling me to call him when I was done. I walked in more than a little fearful of the reaction I would get to my less than ladylike dress. 

I checked in with the receptionist and she didn't even give me a second look. I took my locker key and made my way to the back of the spa. I was glad to get out of my revealing clothes and into a towel that was much more acceptable in this place. 

I found the waxing room and was greeted by a middle-aged black woman. "You must be Mrs. Rossi. Well climb right up here and we'll get started darling,' she piped in a high pitched voice. 

I sat on the padded table and wondering what to do next. 

"This must be your first time Honey," she said. "Unwrap and lay down on the table. I'll be as gentle as I can."

Feeling myself blush all over I did as I was asked. Why in the world had I ever agreed to this? Once I was prone on the table Belle got busy with her scissors trimming away all the longer hair covering me. 

"We need to get down to a more manageable length," was her only comment. 

I was nervous and for some reason thought that I needed to explain my presence her today. "This is my husbands birthday," I told her. 

"Well he will for sure be tickled with this gift!" she laughed.

She was the epitome of professionalism and her hands were totally impersonal as she worked on me. The strangeness and the underlying potential sexuality of it was getting to me. Combined with thoughts of my husband's plans for me I was in danger of getting turned on by the manipulations of this really sweet lady.

It hurt. It burned. I know that I hollered loud enough at least one time to be heard outside the room. I was so embarrassed. Finally she was done and rubbing a salve on me. That felt good, maybe I thought a little too good right now. I couldn't stand the thought of showing Belle how my body wanted to react. I jumped up just as soon as she was done and quickly wrapped in my towel. 

I made my way to the pedicure and manicure stations. I noticed that some of the woman just wrapped the towel around their waists, going topless in the salon. Some just threw the towel over their shoulders and walked about nude. Most of us tucked it around our breast to cover as much as possible. 

I knew that the manicurist could see between my legs and my fresh waxing. I tried to keep the towel down but it was impossible. Finally I followed the lead of the topless set and wrapped it around my waist. That made me a little more comfortable.

Then to the massage room. The lady could have been Belle's sister. She was nice and had great strong hands that began to work my muscles in a deep rub. I was getting relaxed when she told me turn over.

Of course the towel wouldn't stay in place and now another woman was seeing my freshly modified pussy.

Relax and enjoy it I told myself without much effect. 

The next stop was the hair station. I was getting highlighted and feathered. My brown curls were really in need of some professional attention. I was sitting there just enjoying the pampering when my hairdresser started to hum happy birthday. God, did everybody here know about Jake's birthday present. When I blushed she laughed and said, "Don't worry honey, I think it's great!"

By the time I was done more than four hours had passed. I called Jake and he came in to settle the bill. Of course everyone broke into a chorus of happy birthday for him and I just wanted to bury my head and hide. 

I was back in my clothes, such as they were and ready to get out of there. I remembered to get in the car as Jake had shown me that morning and his whistle let me know that he had seen the results of his wish. 

Once seated in the car he said, "Well let me see."

I stuck out my hand to show off my new nails. 

"That's not what I meant," he laughed.

With a quick scan of the area to be sure we were alone I turned and raised my left leg to the seat. Then I pulled my skirt up to reveal his treat. 

"Now that is fucking sexy!" he said.

"Yeah, well everyone in there knows this was your birthday present!" I told him, then explained the whole story. He thought it was funny as hell.

My hand had slipped to my pussy and for the first time I felt the smoothness of my new look. "Feels sexy too," I told him. 

I reached over and cupped his hard dick through his pants. "If any more blood rushes to that thing you are going to have brain damage," I chided him. 

"I think I already do, I think I'm crazy....about you."

"Hungry?" he asked.

"Famished," I answered without thinking of the consequences.

He pulled from the lot and a few minutes later we were parking at a at a busy diner. He reached over and started to undo a button on my blouse. I grabbed his hand. 

"APA sweetheart, remember APA" he said. 

I moved my hand and he undid that one and one more. Now my blouse was open to the middle of my breasts. My nipples were hard again too. 

He came around the car and smiling opened my door. Like a good birthday present I got out showing all I could of myself. He was beaming with satisfaction. We entered the diner and the waitress showed us right to an open table. She gave me a sideways look that made me feel even more exposed than I was. 

I knew that if I moved wrong my tits would show and under the table I was struggling to keep my skirt from riding up. Jake could see my dilemma and offered no sympathy. He just smiled that idiot smile that men get when their dicks are hard. 

I expected Jake to test me, but he didn't push me at all while we ate. I assumed that he was happy just enjoying the potential exposure of the scene. 

"Next stop we are going to get you some new clothes," he told me as we finished our meal. 

Now that scared me. I knew that if Jake took me shopping under the current circumstances the outfit I had on would be modest compared to what he might pick out. 

"What did you have in mind," I asked hoping that I could shortstop him by having something suitable at home.

"Well the first thing you need is some decent shoes. Those are about sexless! Then I think maybe a couple of blouse and a skirt or two."

I knew I was in trouble now. There is a cliché about women and the shoe store and I had a feeling that I was about to become that tale. 

"You're kidding?" I asked in a pleading voice.

"Nope." He said.

"Come on Jake, are you really going to take me into a shoe store dressed like this?" I begged.

"Do you want your card back now?" he smirked.

That stopped me in my tracks. "No," I murmured, "I don't want the damn thing back."

As I stood up to leave the booth the skirt rode high and I could feel the eyes on my body. I was thinking I might end up getting used to this before the weekend was over. 

Back at the car Jake held my door again and with no conscious effort I opened my legs and showed him my bare pussy as I climbed in. Mom had spent years teaching me to sit and act like a proper lady. In a couple of short hours Jake's instructions were overpowering all of that early training. 

We drove across town to a large upscale mall and he found a parking place reasonably close to the entrance. This time as I moved my leg out of the car Jake reached down with his hand and slid it up my thigh to touch my pussy. His hand felt so good on my leg and when he touched me my body tingled. 

"That feels so good!" Jake said and I thought you have no idea. 

He leaned down and kisses me as his hand continued to tease me, touching my clit. I was shivering now and my tongue was probing into his mouth while his hand played. He broke the kiss and we headed into the mall.

We walked through the mall looking in windows and at the people. I was still very uncomfortable in my ridiculous outfit but I also knew it would not get any better soon. Looking around at the comical and often revealing clothing worn by many of the other girls in the mall I felt a little less out of place. 

Finally Jake turned me into a shoe store. The display window was full of high heels and boot, not the running shoes and practical flats shown at all the others we had passed. I walked next to him to the shelves of heels and we started to look them over. 

"Nothing less than 4 inches," he told me. That didn't lessen the selection much because half of the wall was covered with long skinny heels. There were two sales people in the store, a guy and a gal. Of course the guy came over to us and asked to help. 

"Give us a minute to look around," Jake told him. We continued and Jake pointed out several pairs that he liked. I settled on a pair of neutral beige sandals with ankle straps and thin heels. 

"Are you ready?" Jake asked.

"No!" I told him, "but that's not going to stop you is it?"

"APA my dear, remember it was your idea!" He brushed the back of a finger over my distended nipple and an electric shock ran through me. 

"I think you might want this too," he smiled at me.

He walked to the salesman and handed him the sample asking for it in my size 6 1/2. When the man started away Jake stopped him and asked for some thigh high stockings. The guy pointed to a rack and Jake wandered to it. He came back to me with a pair of black thigh highs and told me I needed stocking on to try on shoes. 

I looked at him and whispered, "You pervert!"

"Yeah and you are going to learn to love it too!"

I took the package and tore it open as I found a place to sit. I kicked off my little short heels and unfolded the stockings. They felt smooth and sexy in my hands. 

Ok you son-of-a-bitch I thought you want to see my pussy take a look. I raised one foot to the fitting stool and let my skirt ride high as I slid the stocking over the leg. I let my legs fall open farther as I smoothed the stocking out. I put that leg down and raised the other. My pussy was wide open to his eyes in a public store. 

Jake leaned over me and whispered, "I'm not sure but it looks to me like your pussy is wet."

I grabbed his head in my hand and pulled him closer. "Yes, God damn it, it is," I Whispered back with a touch of anger in my voice. "Now go away and leave me alone. Just stand back there and watch your wife act like a slut!"

Just then the salesman walked back in. As he approached I could see him checking out my legs. My skirt had slid up to the bottom of the lace at the top of the stocking and there was a lot of leg to see. He stood next to me and offered the open shoebox. I picked the shoes from it and set them on the floor. Here goes I said to myself as I slipped one foot into a shoe, then the next. I kept my feet flat on the floor, my thighs tight on the seat. The heels tightened my calves and raise my knees higher. The back of my skirt was off the edge of the chair, hanging loose and open under me. The shoes had ankle straps.

I glanced at the name badge on the guy's jacket. "Sammy I just had my nails done." I waved my new French tips between us." Would you be a sweetheart and fasten the straps for me?"

"Sure," he said quickly as he dropped to one knee next to my left leg. 

He reached around my ankle and started to fasten the strap. I turned my foot to him and moved it his way a little, to make it easier for him to reach the tiny buckle. I don't know if he could see my pussy from there, but he surely could see a lot of the inner thigh of my right leg. When he finished that one I crossed the left foot under my other leg, slid forward in the chair and extended the right leg. Moving and turning in the chair had caused my skirt to slide farther up and now the lace tops of the stockings and a bit of bare flesh were showing. He was staring right into my freshly waxed pussy. 

He couldn't seem to get the buckle done and finally had to say something. "Excuse me, I seem to have gotten fumble fingered all of a sudden!"

"Well Sammy," I said, "you might try looking at what you are doing, that might help."

He finished hooking me up and I rose to my feet as he remained kneeling in front of me. His face was now only inches from what he had been looking at.

I walked around the room taking a few steps to adjust to the new high heel. They were comfortable and I could feel the way they drew my legs tight and added sway to my butt. I took a couple of turns with both men following me with their eyes. 

"These are nice, I think I'll take them."

Jake had picked up another pair of shoes while this was going on and now asked Sammy if he had them in my size in red and black. Sammy assured him they did and went to get them for us. I sat back down. My heart was running a million miles an hour and my entire body was flushed. Jake leaned over me and told me he loved me. 

"Do you want me to fuck him?" I asked

"Not today,' was his reply.

I had to poke at him a little, "Do you realize the size of the bulge in the front of your pants?" I was thinking I would embarrass him. 

"You like?' was all he said.

Sammy came back with the new selections and knelt to help me off with the old and on with the new. Of course he stared up my skirt the whole time, and of course I let him. 

While he was focused on the shoes I undid two more buttons on my blouse. When he leaned back, shoe now in place I bent over to check it out. The blouse billowed open and my breasts came into view. My nipples were rigid testimony to my excitement. 

I walked in each pair, swishing my skirt and ass as I put on the show for the boys. "I'll take these too," I commented. Jake wasn't about to argue about cost today.

Sammy had been pretty quiet up until now. He cleared his throat a couple of times then came out with it. 

"No one is going to believe this when I tell them," he said. 

"You mean you're going to tell all your friends about me?" I asked with false shock.

"Well hell yes I am!" he said honestly. "Look I've got a camera phone and well, if you know, you'd let me take a picture they would have to believe me then. I'll give you a free pair of shoes if you'll do it.

I didn't say anything for a minute, then looked at Jake. He nodded. I turned to Sammy and said, "If you don't include the face I guess it will be ok."

"That would be great!" he almost shouted. 

I knew Jake's evil little mind had been working when he cut in, "Hey, Sammy can you email a picture with that phone?"

"Yeah sure I can."

"Well look I'll do one better for you. She is going to wear the first pair out of here. You help her fit them back on and I'll take a picture of that for you."

I thought he would pop right then. He handed Jake the camera and showed him how to use it then grabbed the shoes and knelt down by me again. A couple if minutes later I had the new shoes on and he had the picture, well really several pictures of himself and my bare pussy. 

"Send them to pixiegirl at hotmail for us," Jake told him. 

When we checked out the salesgirl was standing stiffly behind the counter glaring at us all. 

Outside the store I started to shake. Jake was laughing again. I hadn't heard him laugh so much since we were married. Guess that tells me something, huh.

Somehow walking through the mall in my four inch heels changed not only my strut, but my attitude. Of course spending the last half hour showing my pussy to a stranger might have been part of it too.

We spent the next couple of hours shopping. We got a little gray and black skirt that reached to mid-thigh, maybe. We got a white pleated skirt that was a bit longer but that flared out wide with every turn. A short denim skirt finished the lower half off. I tried on blouse of every type except modest. I fitted cover-ups and little jackets, all sans blouse of course. 

Jake insisted that I try everything on and model for him. Some of the times when I came out of the dressing room I had to find him in the store. He was always standing near other people when I did. One crochet cover up actually allowed a nipple to stick through the weave, fortunately he was still near the dressing room when I tried that on. 

The strangest purchase he made that day was a plain white men's t shirt.

I left with several packages of clothing and nothing that I would even consider wearing to Mom's house.

As I sat back in the car Jake's hand again slipped up my legs. "Still wet I see,"

"Yes and you better get me home soon you ass!"

I wasn't really mad at him, I was mad at the way my own body was betraying me to him and his games. 

Jake led me to the bedroom as soon as we got home. He laid me back on the bed and slid my skirt up my legs then lowered his face to me. I wanted to push him away because I didn't want him to see how wet I really was, but I couldn't, I needed him too much right then. When his mouth covered me I moaned loudly and moved to him, pressing against his mouth, his lips. When his tongue touch me I was overwhelmed. I had felt his hands on my bare skin, but the feel of his mouth was sensational. It was like being eaten for the first time. 

He probed at me, parting my lips with his tongue, then flicking against my flaming clit. He sucked and nibbled, he licked and kissed. Every touch was exciting, was fire. I was out of control as he made love to my pussy. His hands reached to my breasts and forced the shirt up so he could reach the bare skin of my breasts, he lightly pinched a nipple as he pushed his tongue into me and I exploded in shaking, shattering, body wrenching orgasm. I held his head tight to me and he rode out wave after wave of my satisfaction.




APA for His Birthday



He rose when I was done. I could hear him removing his clothes but was too far-gone to open my eyes and watch. Then I felt the bed move with his weight. I felt him lower between my legs and his hard hot dick press against me. 

I thought I couldn't take any more. I was wrong. He slipped in easily and as he did my body again responded. Almost immediately I was back to the edge of orgasm. He strokes were long and firm, full length plunges. Out slowly, in fast in one move. God I was going wild as he plowed in and out of me. My pussy was soaking wet and I felt the fluid run down my thigh. I could hear the squishing noise with each stroke of him. I could feel every inch as it moved in and out. I was panting, whimpering and shoving up to meet his every thrust. 

When I felt him cum I exploded. It was incredible. Even in my orgasm I could feel his cum fill me and then run out to trickle over the crack of my ass. I could feel his dick vibrate with each shivering pulse of him. I could feel my pussy contract and lock onto him and try to drag him deeper. 

We slept.

We napped for several hours. It had been only about six when we had gotten home and about ten when I woke to the soft kisses he placed on my breasts and belly. I held him and cuddled for a few minutes then he stirred. 

"Ok sleepy head time to get up and play!"

Oh my god what else can we do today I thought. I made for the bathroom and took care of business. When I walked back to the bed there were several pictures fanned out on the covers. I saw at once that they were the ones Jake had taken for Sammy. He had logged onto my email as I slept and printed them out. 

The first one showed me as Sammy fitted a shoe to my foot. My legs were parted just enough that you could see my bare pussy under the edge of my skirt. The second showed my other leg being tended to as Sammy held my calf and slipped a shoe on. This time my knee was raised, the skirt had fallen back and I was clearly in view. The third was much the same, but focused more on my chest showing the mostly open blouse and the curve of my breasts. My pussy was still in the frame, as was Sammy's happy face. The last picture made me suck in my breath and my heart stop. It was me again of course, but this time showing my face. 

It was my face but it was not me. I had never seen this woman before. Her face, neck and upper chest were bright with high color, her lips were parted and her tongue protruded slightly as if she were about to lick her lips. Her glazed and unfocused eyes were looking down at the man between her legs as her curly hair hung over her shoulders. It was a face of pure unmitigated lust, a face of sexual need and abandon. It couldn't be me. I had to reach out and support myself against the bed as I stared unbelieving at the photo. 

"Really something isn't it?" Jake asked. 

We showered together, teasing. Then he had me find the new denim skirt for him. He had me try it on and asked me to sit on the end of the bed for him. He looked from all angles as he appraised the skirt. Finally he asked me to stand. 

He pressed against the front of the skirt until he touched my pussy. Then he used his hands to measure. About half way between my pussy and the hem he used a magic marker to dot a line. He had me take it off and give it to him. 

Carefully he measured around the skirt, keeping an even distance from the hem. Taking a pair of scissors from the night table he cut the hem, shortening the already mini skirt by several inches. He left the room and returned with the wire brush we use to clean the grill. Quickly he brushed the new hem of the skirt giving it a frayed looked. Once satisfied with his efforts he handed it back to me. 

The skirt now fell to only about an inch and a half, maybe two below my pussy. This was a low rider skirt and there was no room to tug it down without pulling it off my hips. 

"Slip your new red heels on honey and then walk over by the dresser for me." He instructed.

I did as asked and once I was there he told me to turn away from him and bend over at the waist. 

"Right there," he said when I had bent only a couple of inches, "there is where your ass starts to show, just a little more and your pussy will show too." 

The only way not to show my ass in this skirt was to stand almost perfectly straight. 

Next he had me get the t shirt he had bought and slip it on. 

"This could use a little adjustment too," he said

He followed much the same procedure. This time he marked the shirt from my left shoulder just outside the collar, across my chest and over the curve of my right breast. Then he marked around the side and back. He had me take it off and hand it back to him. 

Out came the scissors again and he trimmed the shirt along his dotted line. He laid the thing flat on my vanity and cut it across the midriff. 

While he worked I sat down. Standing there topless in that tiny skirt and heels was making me feel too uncomfortable, too on display. When I sat the skirt pulled up and the bare cheeks of my butt touched the chair. The front of the fabric was at the top of my thighs and my pussy was visible even to me. There was no way to sit in this thing. When I stood back up the skirt did not fall all the way back down, the tightness around my hips keeping it above my sex until I pulled it lower. 

Jake handed me the shirt and said, "You don't want to stretch it when you put it on."

I worked into it. The left shoulder fit almost normally, but from there it draped over my chest diagonally and lay across the top of my right breast and under my arm. My right side was bare to the middle of my breast. The bottom of the shirt ended a few inched below my breasts and left a lot of bare skin between it and the low riding skirt. 

Jake admired his workmanship and had me do a models turn for him. I had learned enough today to know that he did not do this for me to wear around the house. He had other plans and they would involve taking me out.

He put on some shorts and a pull over, grabbed his wallet and turned to me saying, "You know, I think we need some juice for breakfast."

"Jake," I told him, "there's juice in the refrigerator." 

"Yeah, I know, but I want fresh." 

He took my hand and led me to the car. This time I had no problem at all getting in the car as he likes. Sitting there half of my butt was bare against the seat covers and my pussy was in plain sight for anyone looking in the window. Jake drove several miles from home and during the ride kept looking over at me and telling me how fucking sexy I looked and how pretty I was. At last he pulled into the parking lot of an all night quick stop store. One man came out as we pulled in and I didn't see anyone else in there but the clerk. 

"Here's the rules lover," he told me. "You can't adjust anything once you're in the store, you can't hold anything with your hands, pull anything up or down or use anything to hide behind. What happens is up to gravity and good luck."

He was smiling like an idiot and I had never seen him so excited about anything we had done. He looked like a kid with a new toy. 

My remnant of a shirt hung on bravely across my breast and so far had not slipped any. Of course I hadn't done anything yet either. My hope was that my nipples would anchor it in place. I had never seen them stick out so far and maybe they would keep the soft cotton cloth from moving. 

"Can I straighten my skirt when I get out of the car?" I asked knowing it would be way above legal when I stood up. 

"Of course, just not once we're in the store, ok?'

"It's your birthday," I answered.

We left the car and I smoothed down what little skirt I had. I was afraid to disturb the shirt. We walked in. The clerk gave me a double take. I know I was blushing and I held Jake's hand tightly. We crossed the front of the store and just past the register Jake turned to me. 

"Honey," he said handing me ten bucks, "would you get the juice while I look at these magazines?" He let my hand go and gave me a big smile. 

I turned to walk down the isle.

"Oh, by the way would you grab me a candy bar too, a payday?"

Jake seldom eats candy and I had never seen him eat a payday bar. I was puzzled, but shouldn't have been, knowing him. I turned down the candy isle. Like all these little stores the candy isle ran directly away from the register so the clerk could watch the kids steeling sweet treats. 

I could feel Jake and the clerk watching me as I walked across the store. My red four inch heels made me sway sexily in my obscenely short butchered skirt and tattered shirt. Did I look like and escapee from a Halloween party, a slut? Did I look hot and sexy? My heart quickened as I felt the shirt move a fraction as my breasts swayed free under it. 

I was looking for the candy, running my eyes over the rows of offering. There it was, of course on the bottom shelf. I knew that Jake had seen that as we came in, that's why he asked for a bar he doesn't even like. 

Jake had moved enough that he could still see me, and the clerk had an unobstructed view. I squatted down with my back to the register. Fooled you Jake, I thought, as long as I don't face the guy he won't get to see much. When I stood back up I knew that Jake hadn't planned on me facing the clerk, he had just used the snug fit of the skirt to overcome gravity. 

I had taken only two stops when I knew what he had done. I could feel the frayed hem of the denim touching the cheeks of my ass. I let out a gasp as the rush of shame, anger and excitement hit me. I heard a choking laugh from Jake around the corner of the isle. 

My hands went to my skirt to pull it down. I was out of sight of Jake now and he would never know that it didn't work it's own way lower. I stopped my hands. He may not be watching but I would know that I had broken my promise to him. I resumed my walk to the frozen foods and made sure that my ass swayed even more as I stepped along in my heels.

At the freezer I stopped to catch my breath. I just stood and felt my heart beating like mad in my chest. When I opened the freezer door the cold air hit me and felt so good on my hot body. I knew that with the curved mirrors the clerk could still see me, and maybe Jake could too. I also knew that as soon as I left the surveillance videotape would be changed and this one become a souvenir. I looked down at myself. The shirt had lost about half the ground to my nipple, but that seemed to be growing, rising to the job of saving my dignity. I could feel both of my nipples, they ached, they demanded touch. I wanted to but knew that if I touched them now I might not stop. I was breathing harder and my chest rose and fell with each intake. 

I turned and headed back to the counter. 

I tried to keep the swing of my breasts to a minimum as I walked, hoping the shirt would hang on a few more minutes. Where the guy had a clear view of my ass cheeks as I walked away from him now he was looking at my front. I didn't know for sure how high the hem was now, but I suspected he could see the lower edge of my pussy. His eyes were confirmation. 

I walked directly to him until the counter blocked his view of my lower body. Now he focused on the two points leading my breasts. My exposed chest was red from the fever of shame and excitement in me. I carefully placed my items on the counter trying not to disturb the shirt that now just barely covered my right nipple. 

I handed him the ten-dollar bill as he rung up my sale. He put my things in a plastic bag and I took it in my left hand anxious to be going. When he held out my change I reached with my right hand to get it and felt the shirt begin to slide. I trapped it with my upper arm, stopping the inevitable. Now I couldn't reach the offered change having one hand full of bag and one holding my modesty. 

I glanced at Jake who was watching every move we made with rapt interest. Mentally I shrugged saying ah fuck to myself and reached out for the change. The movement of my arm actually pushed the shirt forward and it dove over the edge committing suicide on my modestly. It dropped below my breast and lay across my chest like a bandoleer. I felt the cool air conditioning waif across my bare nipple and shivered. 

"Oh my!" the guy said.

I took my change from his frozen hand. 

"Nice!"

"Thank you," I told him. Whether I was thanking him for the service or the compliment on my bare tit I didn't know. 

I felt Jake's hand on my bare shoulder, "You done here?"

I couldn't help it, I looked at the clerk and said "Yeah, I'm done!"

We walked out to the car and still keeping to Jake's rules I didn't rearrange anything. Just as we walked around the car for him to hold my door another car drove in and a lone man got out. My bottom was hidden by the car, but he stared at my naked breast until I sat. Inside he went right to the clerk and animatedly pointed at us, at me. The clerk was nodding and gesturing at the isle and the counter in front of him all the time with a grin on his face. 

I turned to Jake once he was in his seat. "Jake," I moaned to him, "feel my pussy."

He reached over the console and placed his hand on my exposed sex. "Fuck, you're soaking wet! He said in a low voice.

"I know," I moaned again in a breathless voice. My heart was beating rapidly and my breaths were short and fast. My body was trembling all over. 

"Drive around the side of the building," I told him.

He raised an eyebrow in question.

"I want to suck your cock and I want to do it right now, so move!" 

He threw the car into gear and backed in a circle around the end of the store. It no sooner stopped than I was out of the car and moving to his door. 

"Get out and lean back on the car!" I told him, I was in charge now. 

The car was between us and the side street of the corner lot; the building was at our backs. Still anyone looking around the side of the store would be able to see us. Good.

As soon as his back hit the side of the car I squatted down on my heels with my knees open and pussy in the night air. I jerked his shorts down his legs. His cock stood free. Longer, fatter than I had ever seen he was right in front of my face. I reached out and took him in my hands. He was leaking. Carefully I covered his head with my lips and used my tongue to wipe him. I backed off his hard monster and looked up at him.

"Jake you left your computer on last night." I pumped his shaft once. 

"Oh?' he said.

"I looked in it for a long time," I punctuated the sentence by taking him in my mouth. 

He shook and asked, "What did you see you naughty girl?"

I moved my mouth off him, "I saw lots of pictures of girls giving head, sucking cocks. Some of them sucking two or three at once."

I took him back in my mouth and slid as far down him as I could. He leaked more. 

"Oh God that feels so good Sarah!" he groaned. "Did you like what you saw?"

"Look at my pussy," I told him. "I'm going to fuck myself." I reached my bare pussy and slipped my middle finger right in. It slid in place with no resistance and I curled it around to touch that magic spot. 

"Oh shit!" Jake said.

"Oh fuck!" I answered. 

"It was nasty and sluttish," I answered his question. "Especially when they let the men cum all over their faces." I took his cock back into my mouth for a couple of swallows. 

He just moaned again.

"You saved those pictures, you must like them?" I asked him.

"Oh god," was all he could manage.

He was watching me slide two fingers in and out of my pussy now and watched my mouth slowly slip over his hard cock. 

"Jake," I went on, "I want to feel you fuck my mouth. I want you to use me like a fucking whore! But I don't want you to cum in my mouth. When you're ready I want you to cum allover me as hard and as much as you can!"

My hand was soaked, my thighs wet as I took him back into my mouth. He began to pump into me. His hand grabbed my hair and held me tight as his cock rammed in and out of my mouth. He voiced obscenities with each stroke calling me a slut, a whore and a cocksucker. 

My hand in my pussy matched his rhythm and I could feel my climax coming fast. I worked on his dick with a frenzy, taking as much as I could, then some more of him into me. My hands flew on his shaft and in my pussy. I slurped and swallowed his pre-cum. 

Out of the corner of my eye I saw a car pass as Jake's hands pulled harder in my hair forcing me to take even more of his throbbing cock. Then I felt his thrusts suddenly slow. My body was shaking and my orgasm was near as he stopped. Quickly he pulled from my mouth and used his hand in my hair to hold my head back a little. 

I was staring at the head of his cock six inched in front of me. I moved my now free hand to my breasts and pinched my nipple. I was watching, waiting as my orgasm started to take me and my body vibrated.

It happened so fast I didn't see it. I felt the first blast of his cum hit my face just beside my nose and above my lips. I felt it just start to run over my open lips as my climax hit hard and my pussy clenched my hand tight. The second burst hit me then right at the bottom of my nose this time and splattered into my mouth, onto my chin and across my chest. 

I was lost in my own cum by now, only feeling the heat of his cum, the incredibly sexy slide of it over my face and the taste of the drops that found my mouth. 

The next hit my bare breasts and the feeling of him cumming over my body pushed me farther into my orgasm. 

I cried out loudly as the cum hit me again, this time on the shirt to soak in and light a fire in my soul . I could feel every trickling trail of it as it moved over my body. I could feel the heat, smell the sex, taste the overpowering satisfaction of my man. 

I collapsed against his legs and wrapped my arms around him as I buried my head in his groin. I was shaking too hard to stand, to overwhelmed to think. 

Seconds later, hours later? I don't know. Jake lifted me to my feet and hugged me before walking me back to my seat in the car. I made no attempt to cover up, no move to clean up. I kept one hand firmly pressed between my legs as I felt the cum drying on my body. 

"Did you know a car stopped to watch you?" he commented.

I didn't answer, but I thought, good.

At home Jake led me to the bed and I flopped down, totally spent. I didn't undress, didn't shower, didn't speak. The last words I heard before falling to sleep were Jake's.

"This is only Saturday, we still have tomorrow to celebrate my birthday!"

Oh God, one more day of this and I will die, or turn into a nymphomaniac.



APA Sunday



I felt the cool and tender touch of Jake's hand across my cheek and the light touch of his lips on my forehead waking me from a peaceful sleep. I stirred and his lips moved to mine waking me with feelings of comfort, security and love.

"Good morning sleepy head," he murmured into my lips. "Sit up, I brought you some coffee to start your day."

I leaned forward and Jake arranged the pillows behind me so I could lean back on them. I took the proffered cup of coffee and smiled at just how lucky I was. Then I looked down at myself. I was a wreck. The illegal excuse for a skirt that I had worn last night was crumpled around my waist leaving me bare below it. The cotton t-shirt that Jake had modified with his wicked imagination and scissors was twisted around me leaving one breast bare. 

"Jeez Jake, I look like I was attacked and molested last night in my sleep!" I moaned.

"You look great!" he responded, "the most beautiful I have ever seen you."

I glanced over at the clock and saw it was ten AM already. 

"Jake why'd you let me sleep so late?" I asked him.

"What did you have to get up for?" he came back, "besides you looked so cute sleeping that I just enjoyed watching you."

He walked away from me and around the foot of the bed. Careful not to shake the bed and make me spill my hot drink he climbed over the end of the mattress. His hands moved my legs open as he crawled his way between them and then lowered his head to me. He grinned as he stuck out his tongue and licked along my newly bare pussy. 

"Oh God!" I moaned, "that feels so good!"

"I'm glad you like it, I plan to do a lot more," he said.

"Ummm."

Jake went back to work and let me tell you he is really good at his job! The sensation of flesh on flesh was still new to me and I was loving it. He showered me with kisses and little sucks and nibbles as he worked me to a higher and higher level of excitement. I tried to keep my coffee cup steady and was loosing the battle so I set it on the nightstand and surrendered to the feelings. 

"Tell me," Jake said lifting his face from me, "have you enjoyed my birthday so far?"

He lowered his mouth back to me and keeping his eyes on mine he ran his tongue through my slit and pressed it tight against my clit. His lower face shone with the combination of his saliva and my juices giving testimony to the effectiveness of his work. 

I didn't answer him.

"Come on," he said, removing his tongue from me, "tell me the truth."

"Oh don't stop Jake, please," I groaned, "I'll tell you later."

"I want to hear now," he replied swatting my engorged clit with his tongue over and over.

"Please Jake, I don't want to talk about it now."

He clamped my clit lightly in his teeth, then released it letting the blood flow back. My whole body throbbed with my heartbeat. 

"Tell me lover," he repeated.

His tongue smacked my hard clit and as it rebounded my body jerked. 

"Jake I'm afraid. I don't think you'll like what I feel about yesterday!" I pleaded, "don't make me tell you."

He rested the point of his chin on my clit and smiled at me, "You're going to have to tell me sooner or later, so just do it now."

"Oh Jake!" I cried. I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the picture lying there. 

"You just need to remember that I gave you the gift card, you picked the present!"

I laid the picture on my belly where he could see it clearly. 

"Do you see the woman in this picture? I don't mean the bare pussy she's showing the whole world, I mean her face. That is the face of a woman in heat, in a complete sexual daze. That's a woman that wants to fuck! In fact she asked you if you wanted her to fuck that man. You know what, if you had even nodded your head she would have!"

"I know," he chuckled.

"Jake that's me in that picture, but it's not a woman either one of us has ever know before." I continued. "That was me spreading my legs and showing a stranger my pussy, but that isn't the woman you married and have lived with for ten years."

He smiled at me again, "Oh yes it is, just a different part of you."

"Oh Jake, look at that picture, that girls a slut!"

"That is the prettiest, sexiest looking, most exciting women I have ever met!" he said and lowered his tongue to me again. 

I felt him slide through me and then focus on my still raging clit. I was wet and excited and that belied the words I had just spoken. That was me in the pictures, I just didn't want to admit it, to him or to myself. 

Jake's hand moved between my legs under his mouth and his finger slipped into me effortlessly. He stroked my pussy with finger and tongue and brought me to a new peek of need. I was twisting and turning under him, not trying to escape, but trying to get more contact, more pleasure. 

I was fondling y own breasts as he slid his tongue in me and lifted me higher. All that existed right then was the feeling that Jake started in my sex and that traveled through my entire body. 

Then he stopped!

"Jake!" I screamed at him, "don't, don't stop, not now!"

He pulled away from me and my hand reached down to cover my pussy. "You need to get your lazy butt up and take a shower."

"Oh God Jake, you can't stop now! I'll go crazy, you're driving me wild!"

"Good," he said, "I like wild pussy! Besides, I want you to be horny. I like it when you're horny."

"Oh fuck!" I mumbled. 

"Later, if you're good. Now go take a shower and I'll go fix something to eat."

I watched his cute bare ass as he left the room then when I thought my legs would support me rolled out of bed. I started the shower and climbed in feeling every drop of water that touched my flaming body. The running water made me remember my bladder. I spread my legs and peed down the drain. The feeling was almost sexual as the stream flowed from me. I was becoming such a pervert!

I lathered up all over and the feeling of my hands on my flesh was stimulating. I caressed my breasts and belly, working lower until I was soaping my pussy vigorously. Enjoying the feeling of my hands slipping over bare flesh. 

"I don't care if you play a little," I heard from just outside the shower stall, "but don't make yourself cum, that's my job."

"A girl can't get any relief around here," I called back.

I washed the dried and crusty remnants of last night's adventure from my body and then stepped out and dried off. I reached for my robe on the wall hook. It wasn't there. I remembered taking it off and dropping it on the bed yesterday so went in there to look. There was no sign of it on the bed or the floor. 

I draped a towel over my shoulders and went to my vanity to brush my teeth and clean my face. Sitting down I did my hair by just running a brush through it and letting the natural curl take care of the rest. The salon had done a good job yesterday, the highlights looked great and the trim let the hair fall right into place. I applied a little makeup and perfume and then wandered back to the bedroom to look for my robe again. 

There was still no sign of it, but at the foot of the bed was a pair of the new high heels we bought. "Duh," I thought, "robe vanishes and heels appear. I can take a hint Jake."

I slipped on the heels and then, just like any woman, walked to the dressing mirror to check myself out. I liked what I saw. I didn't look half-bad really. My five foot three was lifted four inches by the heels and what it did to my posture was fabulous. My butt had a nice tight rounded look and my legs were firm and defined. My belly held in flat because of the erect stance I took in the shoes and my breasts seem higher and firmer too. I had to admit that I really like the look of the freshly waxed pussy the most. It just seemed so damn sexy and naughty.

I had forgotten about Jake and the curtains until I entered the living room. Of course the ass had not closed them. It was Sunday, and not many people would be out even this time of the morning, but I still got butterflies in my stomach crossing the room nude. 

Jake was busy in the kitchen fixing us a brunch when I walked in.

"Fuck!" he stammered, "you look great!"

His eyes told me he was telling the truth, and his rising dick confirmed it. 

I walked with an exaggerated swagger up to him and took his hard dick in my hand giving him a couple of tight strokes. 

"What's a girl got to do to get laid around here?" I asked him as I nuzzled my face to his chest and rubbed my bare breasts against him. 

"Oh you're definitely working in the right direction," he answered, "but just think how horny you'll be in another hour!"

He looked a little silly with his hard dick bobbing around as he tried to prepare food, but I found myself enjoying just watching him. He really does have a good body. 

Jake is six foot two and there is no fat on him anywhere. He's a good tennis player and I can only beat him if I take advantage of my speed. The thing I like most about Jake is that we can talk, or at least used to. We used to have long conversations about almost anything, music, art, literature, politics, religion and even sex. The past couple of years we bickered more than talked. 

That morning we talked. We sat in the kitchen together, one pair of high heels the only clothing in the room, and talked for an hour or more. We agreed and disagreed, we talked of things high and low, we laughed and shook our heads at the silliness and sometimes outright meanness of the world. We enjoyed each other as we sipped our juice and coffee, nibbled on our fruit salads and held hands over the tabletop. 

I hadn't enjoyed myself so much in a long time. 

It was approaching noon and we still sat comfortably at the kitchen table when the doorbell rang. 

It cut through the conversation like a knife. It rang in my mind telling me, RING, hey you're naked! RING, hey you and Jake are both naked and the nearest clothes are on the other side of those open windows! It was, RING-A-DING, hey girl, you know what Jake is going to do now don't you?

There was a Cheshire Cat grin on his face as he looked at me and asked, "Would you mind getting that birthday girl?"

He meant birthday present girl, reminding me of my promise in his card yesterday. 

"Jake!" 

"Yes?'

I hung my head and shook it slowly as I placed my hands on the table and pushed to my feet.

"Jake," I tried again, "it could be anyone?"

"I know," he said with an even bigger grin, "exciting isn't it?"

I knew there was no point in asking where my robe was. Still shaking my head I turned to look over the kitchen bar top. Whoever was there was behind the solid front door, at least not looking at me through the open front curtains. I started to walk around the counter when I saw two cars pass in the street outside our house. I could have sworn that the passenger in the nearest car was staring at directly at me. Maybe he was looking at whoever was at our door. I made my way across the front room and I don't think I took a breath the whole way. 

At the door I grabbed the knob and leaned against the wood to support myself. My heart was hammering and I was shaking all over with pure fear. There was a peephole in the door and I thought about using it to see who was there. I knew that if I looked and it was Mrs. Newman from next door, or Joey Franco my hubbies golf buddy, or even, God forbid, the paperboy collecting for this month I would just faint dead away right there. I couldn't do that. I had promised Jake APA, Absolutely, Positively Anything as his birthday gift and I was going to go through with this if it killed me from embarrassment. 

I took a deep breath, forced a big smile of greeting on my face and swung the door open all the way. I knew Jake would feel cheated if I just peeked around the edge. I was still holding my breath when I realized that it was Jackie at the door.

"Wow!" she exclaimed. 

Relief rushed through me and my forced smile turned real as I saw my friend there.

"Hey girlfriend can I come in or are you just going to stand in your doorway naked all afternoon?"

Her words brought me back to reality and as I stepped back she scampered through the entry. I closed the door quickly and turned to face her again. 

Over her shoulder I could see Jake standing behind the bar. His bare chest reminding me that he was even more naked than I, at least I had shoes on. I wondered how Jackie was going to react to this.

"Oh, honey," Jake said through his laugh, "I forgot to tell you that Jackie called and said she was going to stop by."

"You asshole!" I yelled at him, "you had me scared to death!"

Jackie looked at me in disbelief, "You mean you didn't know who was at the door when you answered it naked?"

"Oh God Jackie, I'm just so glad it was you!"

"Sarah that's something that even I haven't done!" she said in amazement. 

"It's all part of Jake's birthday gift, don't ask me to explain it all now, please," I told her still feeling the relief course through me. 

She cast a look at Jake. "You wicked man!" she laughed, "you told me that you guys were having some fun this morning and that I could come by if I wouldn't get offended. I had no idea how much fun you were having!"

She turned back to me and reached out to take my hand. "Are you ok girl, you look a little shaky there?" 

Then picking up her normal upbeat tone she continued without pause. "Let me look at you. Damn you look good girl! I like the new look too. I guess you finally let Jake talk you into it?"

I knew she was talking about my freshly waxed pussy and I blushed bright red. 

She continued on, "Damn you look so fucking naughty!"

I looked at Jake and thought, "Ok you asshole, I'll get you."

"Come on in the kitchen Jackie, we still have some juice and coffee set out."

Jake didn't bat an eye. 

Jackie followed me into the other room and as she rounded the bar she let out with another "Wow!"

Jake turned from the bar top and walked to the cabinets to get a fresh juice glass for Jackie. He set it at her place then took his seat. 

"Um," she grinned, "now I see what you love about this man!"

Jake and I jokingly refer to Jackie as Jackie the slut. We have know her five or six years and become great friends. Me more so than Jake. Jackie is what she calls adventurous. I call her promiscuous and an exhibitionist. 

Jackie, for some reason, seems to get a kick out of telling me all about her adventures. She relates who and how she screws, and who she's been teasing. She claims to like girls as much as boys. "They're just different, not better," she says.

Her tales are wild and often unbelievable so I took them with a grain of salt until I went shopping with her one day and watched as she spent two hours flashing and teasing everything in pants, and a few in skirts. The way she just parted her legs and showed herself to anyone looking embarrassed me. I also have to admit now that it excited me too.

Of course I told everything to Jake and Jackie knew that I did. She teased him several times about going shopping with us and if I hadn't stopped it he would have. 

If there was anyone that I could have picked to be on the other side of that door it would be Jackie the slut. She had said that she had never done that and I had a hard time believing that knowing her. As soon as we all took our seats I asked, "Jackie you mean that you have never opened the door naked? I find that hard to believe."

"Oh hell yes," she giggled, "lots of times, but never when I didn't know who was on the other side. You had no idea did you?"

"None, not a clue!" I admitted.

"Do you think that if Jake hadn't known it was me, hadn't seen me cross the lawn he still would have sent you to the door?" she asked seriously.

I looked Jake right in the eye, "Yes."

"You guys are nuts!" she laughed.

"Ok, now you have to tell me about this birthday card! Tell me, tell me!" she went on.

She was so excited she was bouncing in her seat. She had shared a lot of her stories with me and through me with Jake. I began to relate the day before to her, or at least most of it. 

Jackie was riveted on the tale, hanging on every word and making comments of wow and oh my gosh at points of interest. 

I started reluctantly but once I got past the morning blow job and trip to the day spa it went easier and I found myself including more detail. Jake never once interrupted me as the story flowed out. He seemed to listen with as much attention as Jackie, as if he were hearing it for the first time and hadn't lived it less than 24 hours ago. When I closed the story with me on my knees outside the store Jackie was slack jawed and staring at me. 

It was silent for several seconds as every one just waited. Jackie smiled and with an exaggerated move leaned back in her chair and looked around the edge of the table into Jake's lap.

"From the look of things I think Jake enjoyed that story too!" she smiled bigger.

Finally Jake showed some sign of embarrassment as his cheeks turned a shade darker. "Oh gosh ma'am," he quipped placing a hand on each side of his face, "you caught me!"

Then, as if to prove that he wouldn't be outdone by a girl, Jake started to rise slowly from his chair. The head of his erect dick rose above the table edge and continued to rise like the periscope of an attacking submarine. Jackie and I started, wide-eyed and unable to move like the sailors of the unarmed merchant ship about to be torpedoed. 

"Anyone want a beer or glass of wine?" he asked when he was standing. 

Jackie cleared her throat, "Yeah, being me a beer, my mouth is suddenly dry."

Once we were fixed up with drinks she turned to me again. 

"I have got to see those pictures!" she cried. 

"Oh god," I moaned. I wanted to protest but I knew that she would see them. She has a way of getting what she wants, so I just gave in. I got up and turned to the bedroom. As I started across the living room she called to me.

"Hey girl! Anyone tell you that you have a cute butt?'

I heard Jake choke on his beer and Jackie laugh as I went after the photos. 

When I laid the pictures on the table Jackie couldn't stop going on about them. "I thought you were lying to me about this!" she exclaimed. "Damn these are hot!"

There were four pictures of me sitting in a chair, each with Sammy the shoe salesman kneeling next to my leg. Each one clearly showed my bare pussy and Sammy fitting a shoe to my foot as he obviously stared up my skirt. In the last one my face was plain to see and the look on it made Jackie whistle. "Damn, that is so sexy. You really ought to put these on the web, one of those amateur site."

"No fucking way!" I responded quickly.

"This is so outrageous! You look so sexy and hot girl. We have got to go shopping together!"

Jake cut in, "We're going today if you're not busy."

"Oh shit, I can't today!" she came back.

"Next time," Jake said.

"It's been so long since I've sat in a friends house with two naked people that I forgot why I came over," she teased. "A guy I'm seeing invited me to a dance at his country club. They are having this great swing band and I know how you guys like to dance. Anyway this morning he comes by and says he has to leave town today for some kind of business emergency but gave me four tickets to the dance and told me I should take some friends and have fun. Well I thought about you guys." 

She turned to us and looked real serious, "Of course you'd have to put some clothes on!"

"You could have just asked me that over the phone," Jake pointed out.

"Yeah, but you might have said no and I wanted to be here so I could beg and plead if I had too. I really want to go, but I won't know anyone there and want you guys to go with me. We can really have a good time. It's a great band and open bar and a really plush club. Come on guys go with me!"

I turned to Jake tentatively, I didn't know if he had other plans already, "Sound's like fun Jake, what do you think?"




APA Sunday



He seemed in thought for a while then turned to Jackie. "I was going to take Sarah out and buy her some more clothes to wear tonight anyway, something we can have some more fun in. This sounds like the ideal place to go, we won't know anyone so can have some fun. Ok, if you don't mind Sarah being dressed up we will go with you."

"Oh shit," she replied happily, "mind, hell no, I just wish I could go help you pick her clothes out!"

I know I blushed at that, the idea of the two of them ganging up to dress me. 

"I'll dig through my closet and find something appropriate to wear too, I wouldn't want Sarah to feel too out of place." She laughed. 

Seems to me that everyone had done a lot of smiling and laughing and giggling since yesterday morning. 

"I've got to get on the road," she said, "come on girl, walk me out."

I stood and headed to the door with her. the open windows still gave me the belly flutters, but not the sense of panic that I felt yesterday the first time I walked past them. 

Jackie said in a low voice, "You really do look good Sarah. You look like you feel much better than last time I saw you." Then with a fake clearing of her throat she added, "Jake doesn't look half-bad either."

I smacked her on the shoulder, then hugged her before I opened the door for her. She stepped through then turned to look at me one more time, "Cute pussy too!" she added and hurried down the walkway.

I walked back to Jake and slowly put my hands around his throat and said," I could choke you for scaring me like that!"

He pulled me close then lowered his lips to mine and kissed me. It was so nice, so soft and loving that I melted into him and all the feelings of love and comfort that I felt for him flooded through me. 

"Let's go shopping," he said as we broke the kiss. 

He took my hand and led me back to the bedroom. I was still fired up from the morning teasing even after al the time talking to Jackie. I was hoping for a bounce on the bed, but no luck. 

Jake pulled on a pair of slacks over his nude body, then a nice Polo shirt and loafers. He turned to me and said, "Now we need to find something for you."

He had that little devil grin on his face again, accented by the tent in his pants. I had known that this was going to happen today and had actually given it some thought. 

"Jake I have an idea that you might like. Why don't you let me try it and if you don't like it you can pick whatever else you want?" I said.

"Ok," he replied easily.

I walked to his dressed and opened the top right draw. I knew where everything was in it, I put it there. I took out a red undershirt. Jake wears sleeveless undershirt with his shorts in warm weather, and has them in every color imaginable. I went to the shoe rack and got the new red heels too. 

Bracing myself on the wall I changed shoes first, then slipped the shirt over my head. I knew what it would fit like because I had worn them as sleep-shirts often when Jake was out of town. I liked the scent of him in them and the feel of the cotton on me. 

I stood there and let Jake survey me. The shoulder straps ran down to the top of my breasts before flaring out to cover me. The scoop neckline rode low over my chest. The sleeve openings were way too large for me, leaving bare skin to almost the bottom of my breasts. When I raised my arms to show Jake the fit he whistled. I bent forward and the shirt billowed out so that through the sides you could see all of my chest. The hem of the shirt fell to just below mid-thigh.

I went to my dresser and found a sash belt. I tied that around my waist and when I did I pulled the hem up a couple of inches. The belt held the hem up, but it also relieved the tug of the shirt on my upper body and allowed it to move more freely. I knew from experience that these would stretch out as worn. There was not much room for stretch here. 

The cotton clung to my chest outlining my nipples and the curve of me. "What do you think?" I asked already knowing the answer from the look on his face. 

"That my dear just might get you fucked!" he said with zeal.

"Damn, I hope so!" I answered.

As Jake held my door open the lessons from yesterday about the correct way to get in a car came back automatically. He smiled appreciatively at my pussy and then went around to his side. 

I could push the shoulder of the shirt dress back or forward to hide or reveal more of my chest. As we drove across town I let it hang as far forward as it would so Jake could enjoy the sights. 

When we pulled into an older mall across town I knew that the reason Jake had picked it was because it was the only one in town that had a Frederick's of Hollywood in it. He had taken me there once before to very negative results. Where on our last visit I had been rather insulted this time I actually felt a little shiver of anticipation at shopping there. 

As we walked through the mall I was drawing stares from everyone. I was obvious that I was wearing a mans undershirt, and just as obvious that it was all I was wearing. I wasn't comfortable at all with the attention. I felt like I was on display in a freak show. I fought back the only way I knew, I held my head high and walked as if no one else existed. 

I could feel my breasts jiggle under the shirt and knew my nipples were hard and tight. I felt the hem brush high against the back of my thigh and heard the click of my heels with each step on the tiled floor. Men stared at my tits as I approached and my ass as I moved past them. As my arms moved I could feel the bare skin of them touching the bare sides of my breasts as the shirt moved with the swing of my arms. 

Jake held my hand and continued to talk to me. He knew I needed his strength and support then or I would not make it. 

We entered Frederick's and started to look around. Two female clerks nodded a greeting to us and asked if they could help. Jake told them we wanted to look around a little first. We spent some time checking out the selections of dresses, blouses, skirts and then lingerie. The selection was fabulous and varied. 

Finally Jake started to pick things for me to try on. We spent an hour changing in and out of outfits. Once again I found myself modeling not only for Jake, but for whoever happened to be in the store when I came out of the dressing room. His approval of every single thing I wore was demonstrated by the erection he kept the entire time. 

I think his favorite was the sheer blouse. It was so see-through that it was almost invisible. When I came out of the dressing room in it and went to do my usual few steps and turn for him he took my hand a led me across the store. He said he wanted to show me a dress on the rack, but I knew he just wanted to show me. 

There was another couple in the store at the time and the two salesgirls. They all looked at me in disbelief as my pointed nipples danced under the sheer fabric. He led me close to the stores front windows, close enough for passers-by to see me if they looked. 

I didn't care. I was really pretty excited by that time from all the things I had tried on and this was just one more. A little revealing, well a lot more revealing, but Jake was watching me, holding my hand and loving me.

Of course the blouse went into the buy pile. We had already picked a couple of backless, braless dresses, a real cute 50's style rock and roll pleated skirt. It was considerably shorter that the 50's would have allowed. There were several blouses that tied or hooked in strategic places, and one that just wrapped under my arms and fastened with a single button at the top of my breasts. 

Jake moved on to the lingerie. He first picked out a dozen pairs of thigh highs and stocking. Then he selected several garter belts in different colors and style. Next were three pair of crotchless panties, red white and black. Then some other styles, all very pretty and revealing. Finally he looked at bras. 

"You know," he told me, "I really think you are much prettier without a bra."

"Thank you!" I replied happily, taking it as the compliment it was intended to be.

He picked some very thin lacey bras that were more decoration than function. Then he found a shelf bra. They called it a balconette. There was a half cup that lifted the underside of the breast pushing them together, and no top covering at all. It would give me the shape of an under-wire, but leave my nipples uncovered. Black , white and red went into the pile. 

I returned to the dressing room to change back into my shirt-dress as Jake paid the bill. I had hung the shirt on the stall hook and when I slipped it over my head I learned it had been a mistake. The top was stretched out at the shoulder straps and now the scooped neck fell dangerously low on me. I adjusted things as best I could and went to see Jake. 

I tapped him on the shoulder as he still worked with the clerk to settle up. He turned and as he saw me I asked, "Do you think I should wear something else home?"

He looked at me a minute taking in the way the shirt barely covered the top of my breast now and revealed the upper curve of them. He looked from the side and saw how the lower curve of my breasts were visible through the arm holes. He also saw how my nipples stood out hard against the fabric, how my lips were wet from my licking them and how my face was flushed with excitement and embarrassment. 

"No, that's fine," he said. 

Like a gentleman he carried all the packages. I think he did it so I couldn't hide behind them as I walked down the mall on our way back to the car. He used them to hide his hard dick as we walked.

Just like in the little store last night I prayed that the shirt would hang on a few more minutes. This time my pray was answered and I made it all the way to the car without showing my bare tits. 

As I slid into the car Jake had to check me out and slipped his hand between my legs.

"You're wet!" he teased me. 

"God Jake, you're making an exhibitionist out of me!"

"Not me!" he retorted. "You just seem to have a natural affinity for it girl."

"I couldn't believe you led me around the store in that blouse. Everyone was looking at my tits!"

"I didn't see you running for cover," he said easily.

"APA," I answered. 

He laughed again at that and started the car to head home. 

"You hungry?" he asked.

I had made this mistake yesterday and ended up on display in a diner. I was hungry though, actually very hungry I realized as he asked me. 

I smiled at him and asked in a sultry voice, "Where are you showing me for dinner?"

He laughed again. He did a lot of that today. "APA, I love it!"

We stopped at a Joe's Crab Shack on the freeway. As he led me in I knew without a doubt that I would be showing bare tits before we left. 

We sat at the bar, of course, where better to show me off than on a high stool in a room full of people. I sat as demurely as possible and that earned me a frown from Jake. The frown quickly disappeared when I turned to the counter and my right nipple poked out of the shirt. As casually as I could I pulled the shirt back into place, ignoring the waiter in front of us. 

We ordered and as we waited for our food Jake's hand caressed my leg. He didn't push my skirt higher, just rubbed the bare thigh available to him. It was as if he understood all the feelings going on in me at that time. I was struggling to overcome my fears and years of training in lady-like mores. 

Finally I leaned over to Jake and as I did I rolled my shoulder forward a little. I whispered "I love you" into his ear and then sat back. As far as the world could tell I was totally unaware that my right breast had escaped its flimsy covering. Jake saw. 

Another staff member was carrying a tray of food down the bar and looking at me. She nodded her head and then looked pointedly at my chest. I glanced down.

"OH, oh my!" I said hoping it didn't sound too false. I reached down and tucked my tit back into the shirt.

Across the horseshoe shaped bar there was an older guy, sort of fat with thinning hair and double chins. He had been watching me since we walked in. He wasn't the only one of course, but he caught my eye. His fork was poised in front of his open mouth and his eyes were focused on my chest. I am sure he still saw my bare tit even after I had covered it. It was burned into his retina. When he finally looked up I winked at him. Even ugly people need a thrill every now and then. 

Out of the corner of my eye I could see Jake nod his approval. He was really enjoying this. I reached up and placed a hand on Jake's shoulder. Anyone sitting behind us on his side could now see my breast through the arm opening on the shirt. I could feel the bareness, the exposure. 

I stayed that way a while, until our food arrived. I did my best to ignore my manner of dress as we ate. I knew that people all around us were being treated to flashes of titties as I moved. The bodice would rise and fall with each fork-full I took to my mouth. It fell to just above my nipples then rose as my arm went up. Once I felt if drop over my left nipple, then pop back up over it as I ate. 

After I finished the food I swiveled my stool around to face Jake. My hem was high. Short when I stood the hem was indecently, tantalizingly short when I sat. I knew that with just the slightest movement of my legs I would open the window to my pussy. I moved.

Several of the men I could see behind Jake at the tables shifted in their seats. They arranged themselves for a better view I made life a little easier and more interesting for them by raising one foot to the rung of the stool. 

Jake turned to face me and I toasted my beer mug against his. He looked down at my legs and smiled.

"Very nice," he told me, "is anyone looking?"

I could barely talk and my answer to him came out as a horse whisper. "Three that I know can see and a couple of more that are trying."

"Are you wet again?"

"Sweetheart I've been wet since we walked in here!" I bragged.

He rested his hand on my knee and I thought that I would cum right then. My breath caught and my pussy contracted. Every eye on me became an aphrodisiac, stimulating us both beyond anything I had known. 

"You ready to go?" he asked me. 

"Anytime you are," I replied.

"Well when you get up see if you can't treat those other guys to the best view in town."

I turned a little farther and slid down from the stool. As I did my dress rode up and everyone in the room could see my hairless pussy. Jake took me around the waist and we walked out.

At the car he held me as my body shook off the effects of the adventure. I vibrated I was so excited and nervous. 

When Jake finally held my door for me I reached down and pulled my dress up to my waist and slipped into the seat bare from the waist down. We were both laughing as he walked around the car and we headed home.

I leaned back on the door and moved my hand to my pussy. I was soaking wet and tender to the touch, not sore tender, but excited tender. As he drove I played. I pulled the top down and fondled my breasts, squeezing my nipples as I stroked my pussy. Jake didn't say anything but I knew I wasn't suppose to cum. I was doing this to tease him as much as to make myself feel good. 

I left my breasts bare for the short walk from the car to the house. It was early evening and still light outside but I didn't care because I knew Jake's eyes were on me, loving me.

As soon as the door closed I dropped to my knees and began clawing at his pants. I wanted him. I wanted him in my mouth and body. We were to the door side of the open curtains, blocked from outside view, but I wouldn't have cared if we were directly in front of them. 

Jake let me get his pants down and his hard cock in my mouth for a few moments of pure joy. Long enough to taste the pre-cum leaking from him, to savor the heat of him and to feel my own body climb to the edge of orgasm. 

Then he pushed me back. "We're going out tonight and I want you hornier than you have ever been in your life." 

"I already am, fuck me! Please?" I begged him from my knees. 

"Before the night is over you will be well fucked," he assured me with his wicked smile. 

I was still holding his hard dick in my hand thinking "Oh shit, now what?"

"Jackie will be here in a little while so let's go get ready for the night out." He instructed. 

I took another shower and thought about taking a cold one! I was so horny, I wanted Jake so badly that I was almost panting. I tried every tease I could think of to get him to just throw me on the bed and fuck me but he was playing hard to get. Hard was the right word too, his dick was as hard as I had even seen it and I knew that he wanted me as much as I wanted him. He just had other games in mind. He was postponing the release for both of us 

I flaunted my naked body for him and then dressed as seductively as I could. I fitted the new black garter belt to my waist and sexily drew the new stocking over my legs. I made sure he had a clear view of me as I did it. As I smoothed them out I ran my hands over my smooth pussy and moaned loudly for him. I fastened the garters then slipped on the new beige strap heels. 

I found the new half bra and hooked it around myself. Carefully I arranged my tits to center my nipples and then reached for some perfume to dab between them. I walked to the dressing mirror and stood in front of it. I was a sight to see. My bare pussy was framed by the garter belt and my nipples by the lacy black balconette bra. I began to run my hands over my body, at first to tease Jake, then just because it felt so damn good. I was soon masturbating, my fingers dancing on my clit and stroking my nipples in quick flicks. I could see Jake watching me from his seat on the end of the bed. He could see my back to him and my front in the mirror. I could see him sliding his hand up and down his cock. I wanted him. 

Through half closed eyes I looked at myself playing with my body. I saw the same look of unashamed need and lust that I had seen in my picture from the day before. The same look of take me, use me, fuck me that had shocked me so much when I saw it recorded in that picture. 

"That's enough," Jake said almost reluctantly. "We have to finish getting dressed."

He handed me a pair of the new panties we had picked out. They were tiny and high cut, covering my lips and not much else. I slipped them on asking him if he was getting bored looking at my bare pussy. 

"No," he assured me, "I just don't want you to end up in jail tonight."

I slipped them on and then the cute little rock and roll skirt. It had a poodle embroidered on it and everything. The fabric was a little heavy and was cut so it stayed flared out some even just standing still. It fell to about four inches above my knees and when I turned fast it flared high and revealed stockings, garters and panties. I made several spins in front of the mirror trying it out. Once I got the hang of spinning on the toes of my heels I could make it rise high enough that I could see my own panties in the glass. 

Now for the blouse. I thought that if he was having me wear panties then I wouldn't be wearing the see-through blouse. I was right. From my closet he brought a white oxford shirt that I had had for ages. It is a cotton broadcloth, with long sleeves and a button down collar. I put it on and tucked it in. Jake arranged the buttons for me, leaving the top ones open to show the cross strap of my bra. 

You could clearly see the half cups of the black bra under the white shirt and could tell it didn't cover me, but you had to look a lot closer to see my nipples. They made a pronounced dent on the fabric, but to actually see them you had to look sort of sideways and get the light just right. 

I rolled the sleeves up and then found some bangles to wear around my wrists. I wore a three strand pearl choker and found an old ankle chain to wear with it all. 




APA Sunday



I thought I looked damn cute and sexy.

Jake dressed in loose slacks, nice dress shirt and jacket. His hard on was evident in his pants as he stood and looked at me. 

"You are absolutely gorgeous!" he told me.

I felt pretty. I felt sexy and honest to God I wanted to go out and have hundreds of men look at me and make me feel like they thought so too. I wanted Jake to look at me and tell me how fucking sexy I looked and how proud he was of me. I wanted to feel the fire burning through my pussy as other men looked at my body and Jake held me and smiled at me. 

He had loosed something in me that now need affirmation. 

I took him in my arms and moved my mouth to cover his, kissing him deeply and hotly. I whispered into his mouth, "Absolutely and Positively Anything!"

The look in his eyes was my reward. 

The doorbell rang and I ran to get it. Jackie was there and full of her normal high spirits and overwhelming enthusiasm. She pranced into the house and looked us both over. "Not bad!" she commented. 

"Like my dress?" she asked. She wore a black halter dress that had a short waist and low bodice. She made a slow turn so we could get the full effect of her short cute body cover in the light material. She looked damn good. 

Then she did a quick turn and the dress flared out from its short waist and we could see all the way to the tops of her panties. 

"Oh my goodness!" I giggled. "That should get the boys interest alright!"

She had on stockings and a garter too, with tall black heels that had sexy ankle straps. Her panties were nothing more than a thong of black lace. Of course she didn't wear a bra, but Jackie didn't need one. She had the best breasts of anyone I knew, high and firm. They weren't large and she fussed about only being a 34B, but they were perfect for her. When she spun you could see the draped front of her dress billow out and her breasts would peek from behind the cloth. I didn't see her nipples, just the curve of her, but I knew there would be more later. 

I said Jackie was bi, and she had even made a couple of light hearted passes at me over the years. I had never even considered taking her up on it, but damn she looked sexy tonight. 

We were going in Jake's Cadillac so we could all sit up front. I made sure to give him a nice show as I got in and then to my surprise so did Jackie. We drove the half hour to the country club in animated conversation. We were all feeling high on life at the moment.

In the car my skirt was above my stockings and Jackie's almost as high. Jake eyes wandered constantly to the show of bare legs and frilly stocking tops. 

When we pulled up to the club there was valet parking. Jake grinned and looking at us said, "Dare you!"

We both took him up on it as we slid spread legged out of the car giving the valet boy a look at some very pretty panties. 

I was still so horny that I was holding onto Jake every second, just wanting to feel whatever part of him I could. We crossed the entryway and into the main ball room to the sounds of old time swing music. Jackie started to move with the music even before we reached the room. We took a table near the dance floor and Jake went to the bar to get us started on a buzz. He had already told us he was staying sober for the drive home but that we could have all we wanted. 

We were getting eyed even before we reached the table and as soon as Jake moved off a guy came over to ask if either one of us wanted to dance. I don't think the sentence was out of his mouth when Jackie jumped up and grabbed his arm. As her entry to the dance floor she did a full, fast spin that sent her dress flying. Nothing like announcing your presence. 

Jackie is a very good dancer and she can make almost any partner look good. She could move as well in her heels as she could bare footed. Her five foot two, cute body spun and swirled and jitterbugged its ass off. The music had just stopped when the next prospect was taking her hand.

I was asked a couple of more times and politely put them off until I found out what Jake wanted. I was pretty sure he was going to want to watch a lot, but it had to be his call. 

If I was going to overcome the first impression that Jackie had made I was really going to have to outdo myself. 

You could watch the eyes travel with her as she transited the room in lithe grace and sexy flare. I was getting a little jealous actually of the attention she was getting. Don't misunderstand me, I wasn't jealous of her, it was more envy of the feeling I knew she was having as she provoked male reaction around the room. I had come to enjoy that feeling in the last two days. 

"Did you know you were showing your garters?" I heard Jake ask from next to me. I hadn't seen him come up. 

"From across the room I can see the tops of your stocking and the straps," he informed me.

"Nobody's looking anyway, they are all watching Jackie," I replied.

"Do I detect a note of envy in your voice?" he asked. Had I been that obvious?

"Come on big boy, let's cut a rug!" I told him grabbing his hand and leading him to the floor. 

Jake and I dance often and to all kinds of music. It is both a physical and emotional thing with us and after a hot night on the floor we have had some of the best sex. 

Jackie beamed when she saw us enter the dance floor and shouted, "Come on girlfriend, show them how it's done!"

We did. Jake took a strong lead and had me doing hand turns and free spins all around the room. The eyes were now moving from Jackie to me like a tennis match as they tried to see all the black lace we offered. When Jake took me under the arms and dipped me through his legs I could feel my skirt covering my belly instead of my legs, exposing me to the waist. I knew that I was wet and hoped that my black panties hide it. And hoped that they didn't!

We did several numbers then came back to finish our drinks and get another round started. Jackie had to beat the offers of partners off. A couple again asked me and Jake just told them to let me rest a few minutes then come back.

I know that he was having a good time and I had caught him watching Jackie several times. I didn't blame him, she was really a site to see. As we finished our second drink the suitors arrived again. 

I took a mans hand at Jake's nod and he led me to the floor. I knew that I was dancing for Jake, not this guy and I put my heart into it. I don't think a stripper could have been more seductive. 

I swayed and dipped with gusto, with flashes of black lace and bare thigh. 

I spun on the toes of my heels with enough energy to launch my skirt out flat. The audience was riveted to my legs, but I noticed my partner was staring at my chest. Even though I was wearing half a bra and my breasts didn't move completely free what movement there was accented my nipples and his eyes were drawn to them. Of course they were hard, it seemed they had been almost continually for two days. The attention only encouraged me to greater efforts. 

I watched Jackie and she was fabulous. During one move she jumped up and scissored her legs around her partners waist. The flimsy dress fell back to her lap so that bare thigh and black lace was for all to see. Her panties clad pussy rubbed his crotch in a couple of fast humping motions before she bounced back to the floor and spun away.

There were well over a hundred couples there, and many singles of both sexes. What little conversation I had with my partners informed me that this was a big annual event that grew each year. A lot of the women were dressed for the period, the 40" and 50's. There were several other poodle skirts, but mine was by far the shortest, and I thought the prettiest. The ages ranged from earlier 20's to probably 60. 

We did a couple of dances again, changing partners right on the floor. Then we wandered back to Jake and fresh drinks. The physical activity and the alcohol were already getting me high. 

Jake had his chair turned sideways and his legs crossed in front so I took my seat in front of him placing one leg on each side of his. He could see directly up my legs and he smiled. 

Jackie took a napkin from the table and reached in the halter of her dress and dried the sweat from under her breasts. I think she just wanted to touch herself.

We finished that round and I volunteered to get the next. I walked off swaying my ass and swishing my skirt to the bar. The lighting in the ballroom was dim, but out at the bar it was bright. I knew that the cotton blouse was much more transparent. 

I returned to find Jackie and Jake still talking. I bend over Jake and said in his ear," The people out there were all looking at my tits!"

He looked up at me and replied, "You have such nice tits I don't blame them at all."

I sat back down next to him and his hand settled on my thigh. 

The past two days had been extreme and after the shows that I had put on for Jake this was flashing-lite. I had no more compunction about showing my pretty undies than I would have had wearing a bathing suit in Galveston. 

We returned to the dance floor and this time Jake took Jackie for the first fling. Jackie was well into the spirit of things and put on a fantastic show for Jake. When we switched partners and I wrapped an arm around Jake I felt his pants and his cock was hard. 

"How many others have you made stand up tonight?" he queried. 

"I don't know," I answered, "a few I guess."

With the next partner I took the chance to run my hand over the front of his pants during a turn. "One," I thought. I started to keep count. When I returned to the table and told Jake, "three this set!" Jackie had to know what I was talking about. So I told her. 

When we returned to the table next time she reported 4 and so did I. We had both danced with Jake again and her smile let me know he hadn't been a exception. 

It was getting late and we were both buzzed pretty well from the showing off and from the drinks. Jake suggested that we dance together one time. Jackie responded immediately and jumped up to take my hand. 

She took the lead and we were soon the center of attention again. She held me close to start the number and I could feel her hard nipples pressing mine. Then it was a whirlwind of flying skirts, flashing flesh and dancing legs. She ended the dance with me again pressed to her, feeling her body on mine. 

I returned to the table flushed with excitement. 

Jake had another round of drinks waiting. He applauded us as we approached the table. We talked for a few minutes as we cooled off. Jake leaned a little forward and talked to me across the table. 

"It's almost midnight Sarah," he began, "that means my birthday will be over in a few minutes. You won't be held to APA any longer."

I hadn't even thought about the ending time of our adventure, I had been too focused on carrying out my part of the arrangement. It caught me off guard and I wasn't sure how I felt about it. Jackie turned to me, and winked.

"If you could have it go on longer would you?" I asked Jake. 

"Of course I would," he replied. 

I smiled broadly at him, "I guess that anything includes anything at all, including an extension of the gift."

His smile was a beautiful thing to see as he looked at me. "When does it end?" he asked.

I thought about that. I was going to say when I say so, but that had always been the case, if I said no it stopped. I thought about telling him in the morning. Instead I told him what I really wanted.

"When you tell me." I said simply.

"One last dance, then we go," he told us. 

As we left the club everyone we passed said goodnight and invited us back again next year. Jackie was radiant from all the compliments. They made me feel good too.

In the car I again sat in the middle seat with Jackie and Jake on either side. I settled back for the ride home as she wet on about all the fun she had and the men she met. She claimed to have several phone numbers and that maybe she could find her a rich one. I knew better. Jackie would never settle with a man for money. She made more than Jake and I combined and there was no way she would be dependent on a man for her support. I knew that wouldn't stop her from checking a few of them out!

I was just getting comfortable in the car when I felt Jackie's hand on my leg. She was still talking and the cool hand felt natural, just part of the conversation. It trailed up my leg and then gently touched my panties. 

"Oh shit," I cried, "did you just touch my pussy?"

While the words were coming out of my mouth Jake's hand closed on my thigh, half on bare skin and half on nylon. He squeezed and it felt like he had pumped the blood from my leg directly to my clit. It throbbed and jumped. 

"Oh shit!" I said louder, "do that again!"

I felt both hands on me then, Jake compressing my thigh and Jackie's moving slowly up my hose. I was thinking, "I didn't mean her, I meant Jake!" but I didn't say anything just scooted down in the seat a little. Jake's hand was setting a fire in my pussy with each movement. Jackie's was past the stockings and onto bare flesh. My mind was whirling, from drink, from dance and from the feeling flowing up my body. 

I was about to push her away when I felt the tips of her long nails drag over my panties. She slid her fingertips across my slit sideways then just barely touched my aching clit through the fabric. I moaned loudly and pushed down to meet her hand. 

Jake was watching as much as he could as he drove, and his hand caressed my thigh. Jackie's fingers continued to just lightly touch me. They trailed onto and off of my panties and bare skin, over the wet patch of material and then one after another across my clit. Each flick of her fingertips popped my clit like a rubber band drawn tight and made me jerk in my seat. I reached over and grabbed Jake's hard cock through his slacks. I began to stroke him as Jackie played with me. 

I felt her finger curl around the panel of my panties and instinctively lifted my ass from the seat. She slipped them down my legs and I stepped out of them, not thinking, not able to think. 

Then her hand touched my bare skin. My mind blanked out and the only parts of me left in the world was my pussy and Jake's hard cock in my fist. 

Somehow my blouse was open and I felt the air conditioning blowing across my exposed breasts. I felt a mouth on my nipple and pushed my chest into it. It was Jackie sucking on me as her hand continued to play with my wet pussy. 

I heard Jake's voice, "Don't let her cum yet!"

My skirt was around my waist and my bare tits were out as we drove. Jackie kept me on the edge of orgasm for miles as she expertly manipulated me. I wanted to cum, to find the relief my body had needed since this morning. They wouldn't let me. I climbed into a mental, emotional and physical place where all that existed was my sex. 

At the house they led me into the bedroom stripping my blouse off my shoulders as I walked. They laid me on the bed and removed my skirt. I felt hands urge my legs open and I obeyed.

The first touch of her lips on my sex was electric, I moaned and pushed up to meet her. Jackie was in a fever as she made love to me with her mouth. Her tongue danced as we had, with abandon and vigor over my clit and pussy. She licked and sucked on me driving me to orgasm. I didn't know anything but her mouth, my sex. 

I felt her bare tits on my legs and knew she had untied her dress halter. The points of her nipples traced over my bare flesh and I groaned wanting to feel more of her. I couldn't open my eyes but I knew Jake was naked and holding himself in his hand slowly stroking. I was overcome with happiness for him. I started to cry, to sob and tears of joy rolled off my cheeks. Then I came. Later she told me that she thought I would suffocate her as my hands and legs held her tight to me, burying her face into me.

I came as I never had before in wracking jerks and convulsions. My body clamped every muscle tight and my pussy pulsed with the orgasms as they took me. I was arching my back pressing as high to her as I could when I felt her pull back. I sobbed a no and then felt the harder flesh of Jake. 

He entered me in the middle of my orgasm and drove me even higher. What I had felt so far was only a sample of what was possible and Jake thrust me closer to sexual oblivion as he pushed slowly into me. He filled me. He filled my pussy, my heart, my soul, my mind. He filled every part of me that was a woman. 

I could feel my pussy convulsing on his cock as he began long powerful strokes into me. His tempo built slowly as his hands grasped the sides of my face. I could feel his need, his love. I was jerking my pelvis up to meet his every thrust as hard as I could. Then I felt him stop moving and knew he was about to cum.

I locked my legs around the back of his and pulled him to me, forcing him as deep as he could go into me. He cried out and throbbed. I could feel him filling me and I exploded into a frenzy of orgasmic sex. I cried, I laughed, I sobbed and I cursed as I came harder and longer than I ever thought possible. He fell on top of me.

I watched through shrouded eyes as he got up and made to the bathroom. I felt hands caress me, wandering over my steaming flesh and it felt so good. I wondered who it was, not even thinking of Jackie. The hands caressed my breasts and my body trembled with the touch. How could I want more? How could I stand more? I left my eyes closed and enjoyed the sweet tender touch. I felt hot breath on my legs, then up them to cover my wet pussy. I felt the lips kiss me there and myself respond again. Soft hands guided me open and softer lips prodded me apart. 

This was different than the earlier experience, sweeter, softer, more tender and loving. My hands found the head between my legs and tangled in the hair. I guided the mouth on its work. I moaned and twisted my hips to offer more. I felt a wave run through me, a tingling in my belly and pussy that I would have considered a great orgasm until today. It was soft and tender and very feminine. 

I pulled on the hair and drew the mouth from me. I felt the kisses across my belly and chest. I felt the mouth close over my nipple. It was as tender and inflamed as my clit. I offered my breast to the suckling mouth. 

I pushed her over on her back and returned the kissed. First I covered her mouth and was rewarded by her deep moaning breath. I moved down her body using my hands, lips and nipples to touch her, to love her. I kissed her breasts and took her nipple into my mouth and sucked on her. She cried out in pleasure. I moved down trailing my love over her body until I reached her sweet sex. I remembered from college the softness and the heat of a girls pussy. I kissed her. I used my lips and tongue to love her. I fucked her, French kissing her pussy and licking long strong strokes on her clit. I ran my hands over her legs and gradually one hand found its way to her opening. I slipped two fingers inside and she bucked against me. She was talking to me but none of the words made sense. I don't know if that was her fault or mine, but it didn't matter. All that mattered then was her joy. 

When Jackie came it was spectacular. She made noises like a small animal trapped, She writhed on the bed and groaned into her own hands covering her mouth. She came in a torrent that soaked my face and filled my mouth as I had never imagined a girl could. 

I rolled off of her and lay on the bed next to her. I felt the bed move and then opened my eyes to see Jake there. His hard dick was in his hand and only inches from my face. I reached out and took him in my hand and guided him to my mouth. Slowly I sucked on him as my fist stroked him. I heard Jackie's breathless voice saying, "That is so beautiful!" and I was so proud of what I could do for my man. 




Apallonia; Roman Goddess



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Gary rolled over onto his side in his hospital bed in preparation to go to the bathroom. He had a king sized piss hard-on early in the morning, six thirty am, and needed to relieve it. Gary had checked into the hospital for his biannual head to toe physical. Today was the last day of being prodded and pricked by the hospital staff, he could not wait to be released to go home. Just as he was about to get out of bed a lovely registered nurse entered his room with a syringe in her hand. "Mr. Gary Pollard?" she asked.

"Yes, I'm Gary Pollard," he replied.

"Well, sir, you aren't going to like this, but your doctor ordered a B-12 Vitamin shot for you," she said, adding, "and they sting."

"Just what I needed," he remarked as he offered his arm. She shook her head 'no'.

"Where they brand horses, sir,"

"You mean horses asses, don't you?" Gary said. She smiled and shook her head as she lifted his hospital gown to expose his hip. Just as she lifted the gown, Gary shifted and his piss hard-on came into view for a moment.

"Oooo, perhaps I should come back after you go to the bathroom," the nurse said apologetically. 

"That's not what you think it is, young lady," said Gary, trying to confuse her as a joke, "That's the effect you caused by coming into my room," he said with a smile. She cocked her head and smiled at him.

"You're a naughty old man, Mr. Pollard. A young girl isn't safe anywhere near you and that…thing!" she said, acting afraid. "Now, roll over and brace yourself." She was right. The injection stung like fire, but his hard-on, piss induced, remained intact. The nurse raised her eyebrows in wonderment, but refrained from commenting, although she was amazed that he had retained his hard-on. "Thank you, sir," she said very professionally and left the room. Gary waited for a few moments for the sting to subside then hurried to the bathroom to relieve him self. 

He dressed and waited for his Doctor to release him. The wait was not long and soon the same pretty nurse came into his room pushing a wheelchair. He knew that the hospital rules said that all patients must be wheeled to the door and he offered no resistance. He looked at her nametag and it said Apal Rossini. "Is that your given name or a nick name?" he asked.

"It's short for Apallonia," she said smiling. 

"That is a beautiful Roman and Greek name," Gary told her, "and it fits your beauty aptly." Apal thanked him and told him that her Dad was Italian and her Mom was Greek. Her first name was a feminization of Apollo, a Greek God, but with an Italian flair. Gary reflected on this beautiful olive skinned young woman. She was indeed beautiful. Long dark hair pulled into a tight ponytail, with an extremely lovely face. Her complexion was flawless, with full lips and dark brightly dancing eyes. Apal's breasts were large and rounded, her nipples pushing at the fabric of her uniform. Her breasts were just the right dimensions for her tall frame with ample flesh, but not at all chubby. She wasn't thin like a model, but she was absolutely stunning, with long well shaped legs and a very shapely bottom.

"As soon as you sit in the wheelchair, the faster you get to go home, Mr. Pollard." Gary nodded and sat down to be wheeled out of the room and to the front entrance. He thanked Apal for the ride and reluctantly said goodbye, wishing he were thirty-five years younger. At sixty-nine, he just figured that some lucky young Doctor had picked out Apal for a future Mrs. Doctor. He walked slowly to his car and got in. The engine roared to life and he drove out of the parking garage to go home, thankful that he was still healthy, but with a sore rump from the shot. He made a mental note to tease his Doctor about that and drove on.

A few weeks passed, uneventfully, and Gary was out to a posh restaurant for a farewell dinner for a friend. Following dinner, the gag and farewell gifts the party dwindled down to just a few people that Gary didn't know. He decided to get a nightcap before going home and headed for the bar. Sitting at the bar he ordered his whiskey and water, sipping it. Looking about he saw a young woman, sitting alone, that looked familiar, and she was looking at him as though she knew him. Shading his eyes from the glare of a mirrored glitter ball, he saw that it was the nurse who had given him the shot. He picked his glass and made his way to her table.

"To the very lovely Apallonia," he said raising his glass, as in a toast. She smiled as she recognized him.

"Thank you sir," she said motioning him to sit down, "Mr. Pollard, I presume?"

"The very same," he replied, "which you left with a very sore rump, I might add."

"Ah, yes, the shot of B-12," she smiled. He sat down and they chatted about his hospital stay and other small talk for several minutes. Gary bought another round and Apal teasingly asked if he was plying her with liquor.

"How else do you take advantage of a lovely lady without plying her with liquor, charm or whatever," he replied. She laughed and sipped her wine as she listened to the music from the jukebox. "Would you like to dance and make an old mans day?" She accepted and they rose to embrace in the dance. Gary was a good dancer and Apal seemed to naturally 'fit' as a dance partner. Her perfume tantalized Gary's nostrils and he began to get a hard-on. Apal felt the huge bulge in his pants and playfully rubbed on it with her belly.

"That thing is loose again," she teased, "Is it always like that?" 

"Only around beautiful women," he replied. She laughed and told him that he sure had endurance for a man in his late sixties. "I'm old, not dead," he teased her. 

"Ummmmm, I think you're right," rubbing her belly over his bulging hard-on. "Will it stay…that way, long?" she asked half joking, but in reality wondering if it would.

"It will as long as you are stimulating me, but I need Viagra for any sustained effort," he confessed. Apal nodded, continued dancing and 'cock and belly' rubbing him. She began to feel moist at her pussy and was surprised that this 'older' man was arousing her. She put her cheek hard against his as they danced, continuing to stimulate him and in the process, herself. Apal felt her nipples harden as they rubbed against the fabric of her dress. Her breathing was a bit faster and her heartbeat seemed to pound in her chest. She pulled her head back to look at Gary's face then instinctively kissed him deeply. Gary returned the kiss with gusto.

"Ohhhhhhh, I don't know what came over me," Apal said the kissed him again more passionately, "Gary, take me home, now." 

"Of course," he said, "did I offend you somehow, Apal?"

"No, you dirty old man, I mean take me home to your house!" she declared. Gary wasted no time. He paid the check and Apal held his arm as they left the restaurant. In his Town Car, Apal kissed him again, longingly and with a great deal of emotion. "I'm so hot, Gary, please hurry." Gary drove out of the parking lot with deliberate speed. He didn't speed, but wasted little time getting to his home. Inside they kissed again as she began to pull at his clothing and Gary at hers. He led her upstairs to his bedroom where she removed her clothes to stand stunningly naked in the moonlight shining through his bedroom window. 

Gary gasped at her beauty. Her breasts were even more magnificent than he imagined, upright, with large areolas and large hard nipples. Apal's bush was thick, curly and full. He could see her pussy glisten with her juices as he became naked. He reached in his nightstand for two diamond-shaped blue Viagra pills and downed them. Gary pulled Apal into him by her lovely asscheeks to hold her as he kissed her again, sitting her down on the edge of the bed. She lay on her back as he lay next to her and licked her areolas, avoiding her nipples. Apal whimpered from arousal and tried to place a nipple in his way, but Gary expertly avoided her to tease her remorselessly. She begged him to suckle her and he finally relented, licking first one then the other nipple while she writhed in pleasure.

Her scent wafted to his nostrils as he drew his tongue down her body, pausing to rim her navel while she moaned. He nuzzled her bush with his nose and tugged playfully at her bush with his lips, pulling at the soft curls of her ample bush. Apal's treasure was wet and her fragrance aroused him as the Viagra began to take effect. He kissed her pussy as though it were the lips on her mouth and she shuddered in response, whimpering. Gary lifted her legs and placed them on his shoulders as he blew air on her clit, causing her to tremble with desire. "Please…please… I can't stand it," she murmured as he finally licked her closed pussylips tasting her nectar seeping from between them. "Ummmmm," she moaned when he flicked his tongue across the edges of her closed pussylips. 

Gary gently tugged on her cuntlips with his teeth, to her sounds of lust and passion. Apal twisted her hips and tried to grind her pussy into his mouth. He parted her cuntlips with his tongue, drawing it through the cleft of her pussy swallowing her fruitful juices. Apal groaned as he plunged his tongue deep into her, licking and sucking as she writhed in pleasure. "Yes…oh yes," she whimpered as his tongue swirled about the pink inner folds of her pussy. He could see her clit standing erect, swollen and engorged, aching for attention. Gary didn't deny her as he flicked his tongue over her sweet spot as her nubbin throbbed. He swirled his velvety tongue all about her clit, sucking it into his mouth and ravishing it with the tip of his tongue.

"Oh God…I'm cumming!" Apal screamed as she shuddered through a fierce orgasm. Her body trembled and shook as she pulled his head into her cunt spewing her juices all over his mouth. Gary swallowed her nectar and 'tormented' her clit as she tried to push him away from her intensely sensitive clit. Grasping her hands, he locked his fingers with hers and continued to pleasure her as she swayed, groaned and gasped for release. Finally, Apal's orgasm slowly abated and she sighed, breathing hard to regain her composure. "Oh wow!" she uttered as her senses returned, "that was wonderful…so wonderful." Gary's cock was rock hard and he stood up with her legs still on his shoulders. 

He pulled his foreskin back to expose his pinkish purple cockhead and drew it through the cleft of her pussy several times. Apal quivered as she felt his cock flesh being bathed in her juices and she sighed. Gary slowly pushed his cock into her and she squealed with delight as he entered her steadily. She gasped as he seated his member deep into her cunt and his balls slapped at her asscheeks. "Yesssss…yes," she squealed as he began to draw his cock back and forth, thrusting deep each time. Her beautiful breasts lay slightly splayed to each side and swayed as he rocked her while they fucked. Gary lowered his lips to her nipples, alternating licking and sucking them as she moaned delightfully, "Ummmmm…ummm…yesssss." 

Apal marveled at the rigidity of her older lovers' cock, surprised at the vigor of his fucking her. She lowered her legs to his waist and wrapped them around him, locking her feet as they fucked. Gary groaned and breathed hard with each stroke as he resisted cumming to pleasure his younger lover. Apal's moaning and writhing set rhythm to their coupling as her cunt clenched his cock hard with each stroke. She could feel her orgasm building as his cockshaft rubbed her clit with every thrust. Gary strained not to cum first, while Apal went headlong on her way to another orgasm. It overtook her on a deep thrust of his cock and she cried out and shuddered in a mind numbing orgasm. He felt her juices squirt into his pubic hair and drench his balls. Her cum nectar flowed heavily over his balls and ran down the crack of her ass coating her asshole.

Apal's pussy clutched his cock as though she would strangle it. It proved too much to resist and Gray shouted a deep guttural groan as he too, exploded in an intense orgasm! His thick creamy white cum blasted deep into her pussy with each cum spasm of his cock. Apal could feel his warm cum filling her as his balls emptied their precious load into her sensitive pussy. She gasped and ground her cunt into his groin extracting every drop of cum his balls contained, before screaming, "Yessssssssss!" sighing as she felt his cum squirting out of her pussy and running down to coat her asshole. "Oh God, that's soooooo good, Gary…soooooo good," she kept repeating, hugging him tightly as he remained hard. After a few minutes, she was as spent and exhausted, but marveled at his wonderful hard-on still buried within her. "Oh my God, I can't believe you're still hard!" she sighed in his ear holding him close.

"I wish I could take the credit, sweet Apallonia," he said, "It's the Viagra, but it's great!" She smiled and kissed him passionately as her legs released his body. Gary pushed himself back and dropped to his knees and covered her cum filled pussy with his mouth. Apal groaned in delight as she felt him tongue her pussy, sucking out his cum. He swallowed the first mouthful then drew his tongue down to her asscrack to lick and cleanse her of cum, rimming her pink rosebud clean. Apal reveled in his demonstration of devotion and squeezed her pussy to push out another mouthful of cum. Gary lifted from her cleansed pussy. She grabbed his face between her hands, pulled his lips to hers, thrust her tongue into his mouth and shared their blended cum juices.

Apallonia lay back onto the pillow and Gary joined her. "That was sensational, Gary. No one has ever done that with me…it's soooooo cool, sexy and, ummm good." He lay next to her with his cock pointed at the ceiling. Apal sat up and rubbed his nipple and Gary groaned in obvious pleasure. "You like you nipples played with, lover?" Apal asked. Gary nodded 'yes' and she rolled one nipple between her thumb and forefinger as she licked his other nipple. His moans of pleasure signaled Apal to continue licking and sucking his nipples as she fondled his balls. After a few minutes of tonguing his nipples she moved down to lick the residual cum from his cockhead and shaft.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh," he cried out as she closed her lips over his intensely sensitive cockhead and drew her head up and down, sucking and licking it hard! She tongued his cock and balls free of cum, taking each testicle into her mouth separately. Apal sucked his cock for several minutes and kept rising up to kiss her lover then returning to sucking his cock.

"I'm a shameless hussy, Gary," she said to him, "I love to suck a cock and taste its rich goodness." Returning to her task she slowly locked her lips about his cock and deep throated him, trying to swallow his cockhead. Her repeated efforts to swallow his cockhead drove Gary nearly insane with lust and desire. Apal's throat, closing and releasing his sensitive cockhead, was more than he could stand and he stiffened as he shot another huge load into her throat. She let the first spasm run down her throat. Moaning with pleasure at each spurt, she pulled back to receive his cum spurts into her mouth. Apal rolled his cum in her mouth, obviously enthralled with the taste. "Oooooo, that's soooooo yummy!" she sighed. 

Gary was lost in the throes of his orgasm and was temporarily unable to respond. Apal kissed him to share more cum with Gary then fell back on the bed, her head burrowing into the pillow as she sighed. "You nasty dirty old man! You have worn me out…shame on you," she teased him. He smiled at her as she still held his hard cock in her hand. "Does this never go down?" she asked, amazed that he was still nearly as hard as before.

"Yes, love, it will soon shrivel up and refuse to get up," he teased in return. In a more serious vein he said, "It usually takes two to three hours to wear off and we are just about there."

Apallonia rolled on her side with her back to Gary and snuggled back into him. Gary placed his cock between her asscheeks, his cockhead resting on her tight little asshole. "Ummmmm, that feels good…leave it there, Gary," she sighed. She asked him if he had ever fucked a girl in her ass. He told her that he had, but it usually ended up hurting most of them. Some women loved it and craved to be fucked in their ass, but most could do without, he told her. "Oooooo, I don't like hurt," she told him, "but some day I might want to try." She squeezed her asscheeks on his cockhead, "Ummmmm, it feels so good and naughty there," she whispered. Gary pushed just a bit, but not enough to even begin penetration. Apal sighed in pleasure.

"Do you have to go home, Apallonia?" Gary asked.

"No, I don't work on Saturdays…and why are you calling me Apallonia, all the time?"

"Because its such a beautiful name and saying it is like a lovely melody…Ap…a…llon…ia," he said emphasizing all the syllables in her name, then kissing her neck and earlobe.

"Ummm, ok…I love my name too," she nestled her naked body next to his, feeling his hard-on softening a bit. "I'm sooo tired, my love…I'm sleepy." Gary held her tight and covered their bodies with the blanket. Apal moved her bottom, as she made sure his cockhead was safely nestled against her asshole and she fell into a deep sleep. Gary closed his eyes to join her in a well-earned rest after the passionate love they had just experienced. How could he have gotten this lucky, he thought to himself. Don't question the Gods, he thought, and fell asleep.

Gary stirred in his bed barely awake, hearing the shower running. He arose and walked into the steamy bathroom to see the beautiful Apallonia showering. She seemed to shimmer under the water as it swept away the lather that covered her. Apal grinned and blew Gary a kiss. Gary, in turn, blew a kiss back to her. Apal, pretended to catch it and bring it to her pussy, grinning from ear to ear. Gary, shook his head, brushed his teeth and entered the shower with Apal. She kissed him and began to wash him, rubbing his cockhead with a hand full of lather. The stimulation caused Gary to get an erection. Apal washed and rinsed his cock. She kneeled kissed and suck it for a few moments then stood to embrace and kiss Gray passionately.

Apal left Gary to shave in the shower as she exited to dry her magnificent body and her hair. Gary kept watching this magnificent naked creature grooming herself. Drying her long dark hair, Apal combed it and clasped it in a ponytail. She saw a smaller thick terrycloth robe in the open closet and she put in on, wondering to whom it belonged. Gary came out of the shower and dried himself, putting on the larger similar robe. "This fits nice, Gary," Apal said posing for Gary. He nodded and explained that it belonged to his now deceased wife. "Oh, I didn't know," Apal said sincerely and began to take it off. Gary stopped her, telling her it was there to be used and it looked so nice on her. He wanted her to wear it.

They went downstairs to the kitchen where Gary asked if she was hungry. "Ravenous!" was her reply. Gary grinned as he brought out eggs, sausages, bacon, bread and the pans to prepare their breakfast. She took Gary's arm gently and led him to the kitchen table and sat him down. "Let me fix breakfast," she said. Gary grinned and nodded as he sat. Apal noticed that Gray used 'coffee singles' for his coffee and prepared two mugs in the microwave. She sipped the hot black coffee and gave Gray his mug to drink while he waited for her to finish cooking breakfast. Telling her where to find stuff, as she asked, breakfast was prepared and they ate heartily. "You were wonderful, last night Gary," Apal said, "You seemed so intent on pleasing me, more than yourself."




Apallonia; Roman Goddess



"Apallonia, I have discovered that it is much more satisfying for me when my partner is fully satisfied first."

"Well, you win again," she smirked, "I certainly was satisfied and I just felt warm all over…and still do."

"I'm glad, because you were wonderful too," he said reaching out to touch her hand. Apal felt his touch akin to a mild electric jolt. Her facial demeanor turned very serious and she sort of cocked her lovely head to one side as though a light had suddenly turned on in the back recesses of her mind. She smiled as a wonderfully warm feeling engulfed her and she thanked Gary for being such a great, wise and understanding guy. "Whoa!" exclaimed Gary, breaking an apparent somber moment, 'great, wise?' that, may be too heavy for this 'ol boy," he chuckled. However, he realized that something electric and chemical had just occurred between them. He wasn't sure what, exactly, but it warmed and comforted the both of them.

"Gary, you just did some marvelous things last night that have never happened to me before," she told him, "No one has ever thought about…nor bothered to…to 'clean' me, after sex," Apal said a little timidly. "You have no idea how much that meant to me, Gary…it was…extraordinary and special." Gary kissed the top of her hand and turned it over to kiss her palm too.

"Thank you, sweet Apallonia. You're a magnificent woman, in all the ways possible," he said softly to her. "I just wish I was thirty years younger," he teased her. She playfully tightened her lips and cocked her head as though miffed.

"Gary, you are younger than a lot of men I know who are in their twenties!" she stated flatly. Gary knew better, but chose not to challenge her. He thanked her, kissed her hand again and asked her what her plans were for the rest of the day. "None," she replied, "and none for this evening or tomorrow," she quipped, "except to fuck your brains loose."

"Just what an 'ol man needed, a sex crazed, drop dead gorgeous, young woman," he said grinning.

"All dirty 'ol men need one," she said, popping a lovely breast out of her robe for him to drool over. They laughed and Gary asked her if she might enjoy an afternoon at the Museum of Natural History. Apallonia eagerly accepted, telling him that she was a member of the museum too, and had thought of touring the new exhibits. Gary told her to get dressed and they would drive to her home so she could change into some more casual clothes. "You're so damned thoughtful, Gary, you are spoiling me." They drove off and stopped at Apallonia's apartment. Gary drank a coke while he waited for her. She returned to the living room wearing designer jeans and a lovely top. Gary noticed that she wore no bra and he smiled to himself. She had packed a small overnight bag and brought it with her. The afternoon museum crowd was sparse and they lazily moved from one exhibit hall to another pausing to read nearly all the information cards. Gary was happy that Apallonia was genuinely interested in the museum and its exhibits. Half way through they went to the snack bar for coffee and hotdogs. 'This girl is delightful,' Gary thought. By the time they meticulously saw nearly every exhibit offered, Apal didn't care for the modern or impressionist art, and neither did Gary, they were a bit tired and hungry. "How about dinner, Apallonia?" he asked. She nodded and they left the museum behind them.

Gary drove to a rustic steakhouse that had no dress code, but had the best steaks in the area. They ordered, a New York strip steak for him and a large filet for her. They both wanted them broiled medium rare. 'Another fit,' Gary mused, as the waiter opened a bottle of dark red Zinfandel and poured two glasses. They ate and chatted with the conversation returning to how they ran into each other last evening. She teased him about sweeping her off her feet and 'making her'. Gary smiled and looked her in the eye.

"Apallonia, very few if any men 'make' a woman," he declared. "I believe that a woman makes up her mind within the first twenty minutes, or less, if she will take someone to her bed. It's the woman's decision, not the males." She cocked her head again, listening. "Sometimes it might be the other way around, but I don't think so," he concluded. Apallonia didn't challenge the issue, because she believed he was right. In her circumstance she always decided that if it happened at all 'this might be the guy'. She varied the discussion by boldly asking if he had had a satisfying marriage including the romance. Gary assured her that he and his 'Lori' had fit, like hand in glove. It was a splendid marriage that ended too soon with her passing. His wife, he told her, was a great lady, wife, confidant and lover. 

"You miss her very much, don't you?" Apal said quietly with sincerity. Gary nodded then began to tell her some of the wonderfully funny and loving life they had together. The discussion soon included sex and Apallonia was all ears as Gray recounted some of their great sex. He told her that she liked to spank and be spanked. Apallonia's eyes widened as she said, "you guys did kinky stuff?" Gary laughed and said that they did not indulge in whips and chains, but his wife-lover did like to lightly spank his cock and balls. She in turn, enjoyed an occasional spanking of her very sensitive pussy. "You're kidding!" Apal exclaimed exuberantly, grinning from ear to ear. "Didn't that stuff hurt?" she asked excitedly.

"Now, Apallonia, don't make it what it wasn't," he said with a smile, "We playfully and very lightly did that to one another as part of a very satisfying sex life. No, it did not hurt, because it was playful and light, but it felt great!" he confessed.

"Oooooo, Gary, you're such a wonderful and perverted dirty old man…I just love it!" she declared. They laughed and the discussion turned to other less personal things. The two genuinely enjoyed each other's company and traded anecdotes throughout dinner and their aperitif. They finished and walked out hand in hand to the car around nine pm. The evening air was warm, but not oppressive and Gary drove to his home. Inside, Apallonia went upstairs to Gary's room to put away her bag and change. She returned to the family room wearing a flimsy see through baby doll pajama with a tiny thong panty. Sitting next to Gary she began to help him remove his clothes sensuously. Gary just went with the flow of this delightful half naked woman. Soon he was naked and Apal asked him where he kept the Viagra. He pointed to the bathroom cabinet and she went to fetch two of the diamond shaped blue pills and a paper cup of water. Gary swallowed the pills and watched as Apallonia kneeled between his legs to caress and fondle his cock and balls. The stimulation was obviously working as soon, Gary's cock began to swell. She looked up, pulled him to her and kissed his lisps provocatively, swirling her tongue around his. Apal bent down to lick his cockshaft, up under the rim, across his cockhole, tasting his initial pre-cum. Next, she licked his smoothly shaven balls and took each one separately into her mouth to love it individually. With a little effort she managed to get them both inside her mouth and worked her magic tongue all about them.

She 'tormented' his balls and cockshaft with her tongue until the stimulation drove his cock to a grand erection. She deftly removed her thong as her tongue trailed along his cockhead and under the rim as Gary writhed and moaned. She stood up, straddled his legs on the couch and placed the sheer baby doll pajama top over his head. Gary looked at her beautiful breasts suspended before him like two ripe melons for his pleasure. He rubbed his face all over and between them as Apal reached under her baby doll to find and rub his nipples too. Gary began to lick the sides, undersides and between her magnificent breasts, as she sighed pleasurably. He rubbed her nipples all over his face marveling at how her soft yet firm breasts seemed to defy gravity as they fairly danced and swayed before him.

He wet her areolas with his saliva and blew gently on them. The air caused the nipples to instantly harden even more. Apal gasped as he flicked his tongue over one nipple while he gently rolled the other one between his thumb and forefinger. She sighed as her bosom heaved under his attentions. He switched nipples and Apal chose that moment to sit Gary's cockhead on her asshole. It was well lubed with her ample juices flowing down from her pussy, coating it. She lowered her self onto his cock very slowly. Gary allowed her to set the pace as he reveled in licking, sucking and playing with her tits. She pushed her body down slowly, feeling her sphincter resisting fiercely. Her asshole parted slightly and the pain was instant! Apal cried out painfully and immediately lifted up, paused to let the pain abate then buried his cock deep into her sweet pussy.

"I'm sorry, Gary," she whispered through her pajama top, "It hurt too much…I'm sorry."

"Oh my God, Apal, your pussy feels much too good to be ignored for your sweet ass, honey," he whispered. He groaned with pleasure as she squeezed his cock hard with her strong pussy muscles. Sighing in deep pleasure, he continued to nurse her breasts while she fucked his hard wonderful cock. "Don't be sorry about anything, love," he said softly, resuming his 'assault' on her breasts and nipples as she bottomed out his cock deep inside her. She rode him relentlessly resisting her urge to cum to pleasure her lover. Each time she felt him tense and stiffen even more she would pause, hold his head to her nipples and just enjoy the fullness of his cock buried within her. Apal shed her baby doll top and continued to fuck her self on his marvelous engine of flesh.

She began to perspire and her skin glistened, coated with salty sweat. Gary licked the sweet salty sweat from between her breasts. Apal could resist no longer and she quickened her pace. They both came at the same time, calling out each other's name in the sweet passions of their mutual orgasm. His cock plunged deep in her pussy, the sensations, coupled with her orgasm, were too intense and she tried to lift up. Gary held her fast causing her to revel through intensely pleasing sensations as she reached another orgasm. Her body shuddered and trembled while her pussy savagely clenched his hard cock again and again. Now, Apal realized that it was Gary that was trapped in a very intensely sensitive cum. She squeezed and clutched his very sensitive cockhead with her pussy. "Oh my God, Apal…I can hardly stand that," Gary gasped as his eyes rolled in their sockets.

Totally in control, Apal continued the intense 'torment' by clenching and grinding her cunt hard on Gary's cock. He sighed and surrendered to his lover, his arms dropping to his sides as his breathing came hard. Gary gasped for air from the intensity of his orgasm and her gyrations. Finally, in a magic moment his pleasure peaked and it was over. He basked in the same sweaty glowing sheen that coated Apal's skin. She stopped rotating her hips and they kissed, embracing one another. "God, Gary, that was awesome…simply awesome," she said as she closed her eyes and rested her head on his shoulder. Gary recovered his breath and licked the salty sweat from her shoulder. "Ummmmm," she murmured as he tongued her neck and earlobe.

Rising from his semi hard cock, she knelt between his legs to lick and clean their juices from his cock. She finished and pulled him to her lips to kiss deeply again. His semi hard-on tilted toward the left. She sat on the floor, laid her head on his left thigh and held his cock in her mouth. Apal slowly and sensuously licked his cockhead, pulling his foreskin back to lick under the rim. They remained like that for several minutes while she stimulated his cock back to full hardness. Suddenly, she pulled it from her mouth and impishly grinned at him as she reached out and patted his cockhead with her open hand. Gary moaned. "Does that hurt, Gary?" she asked.

"Oh God, no," he gasped, "It feels sooo good, Apal."

"More?" she asked impishly. 

"Oh yes, lots more," he sighed as she began to lightly spank his cock. His cock stiffened immediately and she continued to pleasure it with her palm. He writhed and sighed as she worked his cock with her open palm. His pre-cum oozed heavily from his cockhole and she licked it away while she 'tormented' his cockshaft and cockhead. Instinctively she pulled his foreskin down to pleasure him full on his cockhead with her open palm. "Oh Jesus, Apal, don't stop…that feels absolutely…wonderful," he pleaded with her. Thick clear pre-cum seeped heavily from his cockhole again. Apal wiped it on her finger and fed it to Gary. Eagerly, he licked her finger and she resumed to gently pummel his cockhead.

Gary's face glowed with the feeling of intense pleasure while she continued to spank his cock. He felt another orgasm gathering deep inside while writhing under her relentless palm. Apal realized that Gary was going to cum very soon. She smiled at him and remorselessly increased her pace at spanking his cock. She could see his cock throbbing intensely with each touch of her palm to his cockhead. Her eyes glistened in amazement at his intense pleasure from her spanking his now huge throbbing hard-on! Suddenly, he groaned and cried out as he erupted in a powerful orgasm. His cock spewed out thick white ropes of cum that arced over his belly to splatter on his chest. Apal marveled at his orgasm, bedazzled by cum shooting from his cockhole as his testicles tightened against his body.

The force of his cumming amazed her. This was the first time she had ever actually seen cum spurt from a cock. All the other times she had felt it in her pussy or her mouth, but this was incredible, she thought. After four or five strong ejections, he issued forth a few small wads, one of which landed on her nipple and breast. Finally, his cum just oozed from his cock and flowed down his cockshaft to pool at his balls. Gary was totally spent and exhausted. Apal was thrilled! "Wow, Apallonia…that was unbelievable," he gasped, "thank you sweet love…thank you," he told her as he touched her cheek lovingly.

Apallonia kneeled before him and again cleaned cum from his cock with her magic tongue. She stood to lean over him to offer her breast coated with his cum. Gary smiled at her then licked her breast and nipple clean of the thick white frothy cum. She sighed with happiness as she kissed her lover deeply. "I love you, Gary," she said with a faithful sigh, "I love you very much."

"I love you too, dear sweet Apallonia…my gift from the Roman Gods," he told her, as he fondled her magnificent breasts. She smiled at him with genuine love shining from her eyes. "The apples of Venus," he said to her as he very gently tugged on her nipple. She cocked her head quizzically and he explained, "The Romans called female breasts, 'The apples of Venus'…It was a plagiarism of the Greek …'The apples of Aphrodite'. Both ladies were their respective Goddesses of Love." Apal kissed him again and he said, "You, sweet Apallonia, are truly a Goddess of Love. Look how wonderfully beautiful you are…covered in sweat, but truly divine. Yes, Apallonia, I do love you, my Goddess." Her eyes welled up but Gary licked the tear from each of her eyes then kissed her deeply.

Apallonia stood up and held out her hand to Gary. He took it and she 'helped' him to stand. She led him upstairs hand in hand until they reached the bedroom. They were both too worn out to shower. They lay down their sweaty and totally satisfied bodies, on the bed sheet. Gary turned off the light and they cuddled in bed. He sat up on his elbow to kiss her. Apal returned his kiss and then began to lick his nipple. It felt wonderful, but they both knew that the Viagra had diminished and his cock would not 'stand' anymore tonight. She lay back as Gary fondled her pussy, lovingly tugging at the soft curls of her bush. Apal moaned and was startled as Gary gently slapped her pussy. She gasped and he stopped, but she whispered, "More…more, Gary…please."


He obliged her, as he very lightly spanked her pussy with his fingers. Apal moaned as her clit throbbed and exited its hood seeking more attention. "Oooo, yes…that feels wonderful, love," she closed her eyes as he continued the very light, but arousing slapping of her sweet pussy. "Oh, Gary, I can't believe how good that feels…don't stop…please don't stop," she begged. Gary had no intention of stopping, now. Her juices flowed heavily and splashed a little as his fingers patted her pussy. Purposely, he only touched her clit every three or four spanks and her body writhed trying to get his fingers to 'spank' her throbbing clit. She moaned, sighed and gasped from her 'spanking' as she felt her orgasm start to rise when he touched her clit and subside a little when he avoided it.

Fully aroused and in a state of total pleasure she desperately wanted him to bring her to orgasm. But she chose to keep silent and let his magic hand fulfill her at his pace. Apal's breathing was labored as her pussy tingled with lust, desire and love while her lover 'spanked' it for her. Writhing ceaselessly and moaning with intense desire from this previously unknown pleasure, she silently implored him to let her cum. She knew in her heart that he would not alter his pace until she slowly reached her climax. He never let up as her writhing and deep moaning did not dissuade him. Gary knew that soon she would reach her release, but he was determined to do nothing to hasten it along.

It seemed like hours to Apal, but in truth he had only been 'spanking' her pussy for several minutes. Though she wanted him to strike her clit more often, Gary would not. He kept a steady pace akin to the 'Chinese water torture', only much more pleasurable. She could feel her skin warming as she felt so hot, but there was no relief. Apal was making a 'unahhh' sound each time his fingers 'slapped' her super hot cunt. Her mouth was open and her eyes closed. She grasped her nipples and began rolling them as Gary continued to pummel her sopping wet pussy. Suddenly, she screamed and exploded in a massive orgasm, spewing her cunt nectar all over Gary's fingers and the bed sheets. Her body bucked, jerked and shuddered, as she was enraptured, in the throes of her 'spanked cunt' induced orgasm. 

"OH GOD…OH GOD…Oh my God!" she cried out as she was cumming again from Gary's relentless cunt spanking. Finally, her orgasm had totally consumed her and she just lay gasping for air. Gary ceased spanking her sweet pussy, while she came down from her savage climax. He bent over to kiss her quivering pussy and lick its wetness 'dry'. "I don't believe what just happened, Gary," she gasped when her senses returned. "That was incredible! I didn't believe any thing like that would feel so wonderful. Oh, God, I'm so wasted, Gary," she sighed. She mouthed the words 'I love you', but seemed unable to utter another sound. 

Gary kissed her nose, nipples and eyelids, pulling the covers over both of them. Apal cuddled close, their sweaty bodies seemingly sticking to one another. Gary held her close listening to her soft breathing until she fell asleep in his arms. Again he thanked his lucky stars for Apallonia and closed his eyes, knowing that although he truly loved her, he was much too old for her. He knew that he would become a millstone around her beautiful neck some distant day. Wishing he were thirty-five years younger, for the second time in a day, he fell asleep next to the beautiful Goddess, Apallonia.

They awoke early Sunday morning with Gary the first to rise. He invited Apallonia to a mutual shower and she readily agreed. He spent a considerable amount of time lathering and washing her. Gary shampooed her hair and lazily shampooed her ample bush. She writhed in pleasure as she tried to stand still while he pampered her, bathed her breasts, pussy and magnificent ass. He rinsed her and knelt to lick her clit and pussy to a wonderful orgasm. Unsteadily, she held his shoulders as his expert tongue brought her quickly to climax. Gary helped Apal sit down on the built in seat in the shower, while she 'came down' from her first orgasm of the day. "Oh, Gary, you never cease to amaze this girl," she told him kissing him deeply and thanking him for pleasuring her again.




Apallonia; Roman Goddess



"Thank you, sweet Goddess Apallonia," he responded. Gary lathered and washed the previous days sex and sweat from his body while Apal watched him. She recovered from her recent cumming to help him wash and rinse. Secretly she had looked about for hair coloring, as she suspected that he dyed his hair to keep it at the light brown shade. She had found none and concluded that his hair was naturally brown, with tinges of gray at his temples. He certainly didn't look seventy, but yet again his drivers license proved his age. Apal decided that she didn't care if he was a hundred and seventy she loved him. 

"Church?" Apal asked as they dressed. 

"No," Gary said emphatically, "I believe there is a higher being, but I don't believe in religion nor the divinity of the higher being." He paused and decided not to go any further with that discussion. "Anyway, no one in their right mind would let this dirty old man into heaven. No female angel would be safe," he concluded. Apal started to ask a question about his religious statement and he smiled, shaking his head 'no'. They went out for breakfast at a local fast food breakfast restaurant. They ate in silence and when finished Apal reached out to hold his hand.

"Gary, I love you and I want to move in with you, if you'll have me," Apallonia said endearingly to Gary.

"Dear sweet Apallonia, I love you too, but there is a problem," he said. A puzzled look came over Apal's face as he spoke. "There is nothing that would please me more than to have you live with me, share my life and be my lover…but there is no other way to say this…I'm much too old for a beautiful young vibrant woman such as the magnificent, Apallonia." Apal's eyes welled up as he took her hand. She bit her lower lip, but did not cry.

"Why?" she asked, "You just said you love me too…why won't you let me come live with my lover?"

"Apallonia, I will be your lover, confidant, friend and companion for as long as you allow me, but to go beyond that would totally unfair to you."

"Unfair? You're being unfair…we love one another…that's all that really counts," she told him.

"I wish it were truly that easy. It truly is not!" he said sternly. "Apal, right now things are going smoothly for me. I'm relatively healthy and strong enough for a seventy year old, but who knows what tomorrow may bring. At my age the end is not too far away…it would be ok if it happened quickly, but what if it doesn't? What if I fall victim to some illness that is just debilitating and I slowly waste away for years before I go?" he paused for effect then continued, "I'm not going to do that to you, or any other young woman."

"You're breaking my heart, Gary," Apal said as a tear rolled down her lovely cheek. Gary reached out and gently wiped the tear away, squeezing her hand with his.

"I'd rather break your sweet, wonderful, bigger than life, heart now, than watch it wither and die as you struggle to take care of an sick old man." Gary looked deeply into Apallonia's eyes and said, "Apallonia, I do love you, but I can't sit by and watch you risk ruining your life," again he paused, "We can be together, do all the wonderful things we've been doing all weekend…like the museum, dinners, breakfasts and making beautiful love to one another. I don't want you to be obligated to me…that would happen if you moved in. Eventually, if I became incapacitated, you would feel an obligation to 'take care' of me. That, my sweet, I can't allow to happen."

"It's not fair…you're not being fair," Apal said nearly whimpering.

"You're right. It's not fair, but it is…Just!" he said firmly, "Apallonia, you are on the threshold of life…I'm on the tail end. Some day soon, some wonderful, lucky young man will enter your life and you'll fall in love with him. He'll sweep you off your feet and carry you off as his bride. You'll give him lots of babies and our love will be a very pleasant, but bygone memory. That, sweet one, is the unvarnished truth…outside of the glare of the 'love light'." Apal was visibly shaken, but in her heart she knew that he spoken the truth. 

"We aren't going to see each other anymore?" she asked. Gary told her that it was up to her. He was not going to pressure her with calls or invitations, because he wanted her to be open and available for her 'Prince Charming" when he showed up. But, if she wanted to visit, go to dinner or anything else he would be thrilled to be a part of her life in that way. "God damn it! I hate the truth!" she exclaimed, "It fucks everything up!"

"Yes, truth has a way of doing that. It is a very sobering thing…truth," Gary said softly. Apal's feelings were visibly hurt, but she managed to hold back the tears. Quietly, she asked Gary to drive her back to his house to gather her things. Then asked him to take her back to the restaurant where they had met, so she could pick up her car and go home. Gary nodded, paid the check and they left. Later, at her car, she started the engine and looked up at Gary who had just closed her door.

"I don't know what to say?" she murmured looking straight ahead.

"Don't say anything, Apal. Not until you have thought about what we talked about," he told her. "I want to thank a very wonderful and beautiful woman for a magnificent weekend. You have a way of making things seem perfect, Apal," he paused and added, " I'd like nothing better than for you to call and ask to have dinner with me." Apal looked at him, breathed deeply and drove off into the late Sunday afternoon.

Several weeks passed without Gary hearing from Apallonia. He didn't know what to make of it other than she was upset, hurt and disgusted with him. Gary didn't blame her for being angry. After all he had bedded her, wined and dined her then in effect 'dumped' her, from her point of view. He believed with all his heart that he had saved her from herself and a potentially ruinous life of 'taking care' of an old man. Gary, too, had hurt feelings about their short and tempestuous love affair. He did love her. She was indeed beautiful. Such women rarely if ever consorted with 'dirty old men', but he was glad in his heart that he had met and enjoyed her company.

It was very early, six thirty am. Gary, drying him self, had just finished his shower when the phone rang. Naked he answered it. "Hello."

"What cha doin'?" asked Apal.

"I'm naked," he replied.

"Ooooooooo, how nice. I'm on my way over to cook your breakfast. Stay as you are," she said and hung up her cell phone. Gary grinned from ear to ear. 'How can he be that fucking lucky?' he asked himself. He heard a car come to a stop in his drive way. Gary reached into his medicine cabinet to take two blue diamond shaped Viagra pills as the door rang. He answered the door naked. Apallonia stood there in her coat. She stepped inside and dropped the coat to stand naked. "Some dirty old man is going to get his brains fucked loose," she said, embracing and kissing him. She reached down and grasped his swelling cock. "Hi, big fella…miss me?"



Aparna's Panties



Aparna, my dream girl... my lust... my doll... lying on the bed, between sheets - all naked and asleep. She's tired, very tired... I know. On the floor is lying her white cotton panty. I bend and pick it up, bring it up my face. It's that aroma. Her pussy... her sweet, sweet pussy!

I had seen her sitting there today, at her desk... fidgeting with a paper cup. She's pretty I tell you. Very pretty. Fair, dark eyes and thin, pursed lips. Her fingers are kind of short and naughty. She's got these nice and perky breasts and a pouting, pretty ass to go with it. Takes your breath away, every time she moves.

It's been weeks that she'd been flirting with me. Nothing special about that. It was just casual ball-tickling. She does that to everyone. She just bats her eyes a certain way, dances her voice a certain way... touches your arm so casually yet so sensually, it all is really very well done. I must say, she's really something this Aparna girl. Just couldn't get her out of my head.

We both work at this call-centre in Kolkata, and work the punishing night-shifts. Today as I reached office at 10 PM, a surprise greeted me. There would be no work. Some kind of emergency repair was going on in the building. Something to do with fire-safety and all, these call-centre companies are becoming really paranoid about stuff like that nowadays.

Anyways, so there were a few of us just hanging around deciding what to do. I spotted Aparna, standing by herself at some distance. So, I just walked up to her.

"Hey, isn't this cool. No work!" I smiled cheerfully.

"Yes. But now I don't know what to do. My PG is closed for the night. I don't have a place to stay." she said half-interestedly. Aparna was a sub-urbs girl, who lived in the city for her job.

"Well, you could spend the night at my place." I suggested naughtily. I shared a flat with my grandma, and since she was away for a few days at my uncle's place - this was a god-sent. 

"Hmmm... wouldn't you like that." Ah, she bats those eye-lids like that again. My balls stir deep within my pants.

"Hey, c'mon... no hanky-panky, I promise." I lied. "Besides you don't have anywhere else to go."

"C'mon. What's to think about? You're going." I took her by the hand towards my car. She didn't resist. 

Back at home, the security guard gave me a dirty stare as I brought Aparna up to my flat. A couple of hundred bucks, ought to keep him shut. But that's tomorrow's thing. For now, I was ushering Aparna into my flat.

"I think you should change & be a little more comfortable." I fetched an old shorts of mine. She seemed a little uncomfortable now, but a little encouragement got her through.

By the time she came out, I had the drinks ready. Seeing her smooth, white legs I had a tent in my pants. She noticed. She smiled. She enjoyed the power she had over men.

"No drinks." she said. Playing hardball. I don't quite think she wanted to fuck tonight.

"Just a few shots to sleep well." I smiled.

"Absolutely not." she insisted. Oh well, I downed a couple of stiff ones. I showed her my grandma's room and she promptly walked in, locking the door from the inside.

Well, so there. I was sad. Walked into the bathroom to jerk it all off. However, I noticed a white cotton panty hanging off the hook. I took it and smelt Aparna's panty in my face. It was brilliant! I could almost taste her pussy on my tongue. My balls stirred and a current passed through my body. Damn! Couldn't let this opportunity pass on by!

A knock on her door.

"What is it?" she called out

"I need some stuff from the room, just let me in for a while."

"Can't it wait till morning?"

"No."

She opened the door. I walked in and shoved something in her hands... "Here you left this in the loo."

I took her in my arms and started kissing her. She pushed me off. "What the hell do you think you are doing?"

"I am going to fuck you bitch... and I am going to fuck you nasty tonight."

She took a few steps back. I walked up. "Your breath stinks of vodka." she finally said with her naughty eyes glinting.

"Too bad," I replied. "Told you to have some of that shit, didn't I?"

"And I asked you to not have it." She smiled approvingly.

I pushed her on the bed and kissed her on her soft, thin lips. She bit me back. "Ouch."

"I am a feisty one, think you can handle me." she egged me on. I dove in... removing her top and pulling down her bra-straps. Kissed her on her neck and slurped on her ear. Her ear-lobes were very soft and delectable. Moved down to neck and ravaged it within minutes.

Her fingers ran through my hair as she pushed my head further and further down. I stopped at her boobs, and sucked on her nipples. She had these really soft breasts. I held those powder-puffs in my hands and sucked on them. Licking the nipples in circular licks and licking up her cleavage.

Suddenly she yanked my hair painfully. "Ouch."

"Eat me you bastard." she growled.

I proceeded to remove her shorts straight on. She spread her legs to reveal a semi-shaven, beautiful pussy. I licked it slowly in long strokes at first. Then dove in further, with faster licks. Soon I found her clit and started sucking on it. Slowly and gently. It started turning her on. She started yelling. "Fuck... fuck... this feels so good... ummmmn."

I felt like screwing this horny bitch straight away, but I wanted to make her cum. I kept eating her out. Alternating my pace, slow and fast... her pussy was incredibly clean and sweet-smelling, so didn't mind the extra attention I was giving it. Then almost without warning... it happened.

"Aaaaagh, ouch...ummpf!" she yelled out loud and bucked her hips as she had a thunderous orgasm. And I licked her off. She lay tired after a while, and I stood back watching her on the bed, lying with a very satisfied expression.

"Ummmn... didn't think you'd be so good." she finally spoke without looking directly at me. "Too bad I can't make my opinion on you yet." I said.

She looked up and gave me a wicked smile, hooked her brow. "So what turns you on?"

"Certainly not a woman who lies around doing too much talking!" I pulled down my shorts. Aparna grabbed my tee and pushed me on the bed. Then she lifted it above my head and started licking my nipples sensually. Then she went down on me and slipped my dick in her small, lovely mouth.

Aparna it seems was quite an expert at sucking dick as she sucked me hard, licking my balls and going deep on me. As her head bobbed up and down on my cock, some of her hair fell on her innocent, fair face. She looked so beautiful... she looked so much a slut. Ughh... God, I was enjoying that blow!

I grabbed her head and pushed it deep on my cock, as I unloaded my entire cum down her throat. She gagged, and tried to pull back... but I didn't let her. I pushed Aparna's head further down and thrust my cock up so it went deeper down her throat. She gagged pretty bad before I let her go.

Aparna's eyes were wet and her mouth full of my cum. She looked up in lust, and my cum dripping from her tongue. She knew I was just getting started.

We fucked nasty that night. 

"I thought you said no hanky-panky!" she smiled as she woke up from her sleep to find me smelling her white panty.

"Blame it on your panty Aparna, blame it on your panty." I smiled back knowing she wouldn't understand what I meant! 

PS: this is my first story. Do look out for subsequent chapters. Any suggestions/feedback is welcome. 



Apart But Not For Long



When my wife and I were separated we had began to once again see one another but hadn't made that commitment yet. 

She asked me "Do you want to go with me to a college party some of her co-workers were attending?"

I said "yes."

She said "We are not together so what ever happens with you or me is fine, ok?" 

I agreed

I picked her up and we went to a townhouse off campus where the party was in full swing just like college kids do. 

I was a bit older than them but also noticed no one cared and even some girls were flirting with me. Guess being older does help sometimes.

We started drinking beer and she danced with me and a lot of different guys, the music was loud and even saw her smoking some weed with a group of people. 

She was at one time drinking a beer bong and getting it all over her at the same time so she was plastered as hell.

A lot of the guys talked to me and was amazed that she and I came together yet we were separated. It was a weird time but yet fun as well. I walked around a lot talking, dancing with some sweet young girls and was having a fine time myself.

A guy came up to me and said "Hey, we know you two are married and yet apart right now so if I made out with your wife would that be okay with you?"

I thought about it and said "Well since you put it that way, sure why not." 

He left me and walked up to my wife took her hand and led her upstairs to where I assumed bedrooms were located.

After about 20 minutes I had to go to the bathroom and went upstairs and opened a door thinking it was the bathroom. 

The room was dimly lit but I could see the guy standing beside the bed and my wife sitting on the bed. He had his erect cock out and she was holding the shaft as she was sucking it like only she can. 

She always likes to hold it, lick the underside length, let her tongue lick the pre-cum before she takes it all in. 

He motioned me to close the door which I did and watched as she was sucking this strangers cock. It was amazing to watch this but I was turned on by the sight of it. 

She continued sucking him and he was holding her hair as he face fucked her. She was moaning and he then twitched and spewed cum in her mouth. She was eagerly swallowing it as his cock drained and went soft. She swallowed again and licked it until it was all the way soft. 

I slowly exited the room and he followed me.

He said she was so drunk and high she didn't even notice me. He said she was laying on the bed when he left. 

The guy said "If you don't mind I think she'll have more fun as the night goes on, wanna watch?" 

I said "hell yes. You go ahead and do what you guys want as long as she wants to also." 

He went downstairs and I stood there, a minute of so later another young man came up. 

He said "Jim told me about speaking to you, just follow me in and she'll never see you." 

I did and sure enough she was laying down and didn't see me.

He went to the side of the bed and said "Hi Susan, Jim said you can really suck a cock, wanna another one?". 

She moaned out "Oh Yes please let me suck you." 

He smiled in the dim light and unsnapped his jeans, lowered his underwear exposing one heck of a erect cock. I bet it was 2" in diameter and 10" long. 

She saw it and took hold of it. She moaned even more deeply as she took it in her mouth. She proceeded to give him one hell of a blow job. 

He did pull her tee shirt over her head and unhook her bra as she sucked him. His hands were squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples as she sucked ever more deeply. 

After a few minutes he also increased his tempo of the face fuck and spurted his cum in her mouth. It was so much she couldn't swallow it all as it seeped from her mouth. 

She again laid back. He re-clothed himself, smiled at me and left. I remained standing in the shadows waiting for what was next.

I few minutes later a guy and girl came in the room. 

She asked Susan "can I taste your pussy?"

Susan didn't hesitate in answering "yes." 

The girl unsnapped Susan's jeans and pulled them and her panties off. She then spread Susan's legs and got between them. 

I knew as soon as the girls tongue touched Susan's clit. She moaned deeply and pushed her pussy into the girls face. 

Susan grabbed out for the guy and he dropped his jeans and underwear and stood beside the bed. 

Susan reached out to grab his cock and then put her mouth on it. She took it deep inside her mouth as she sucked his cock all the while being eaten. This went on for quite a few minutes until he increased his face fucking tempo.

He yelled "I'm Cumming" and filled Susan's mouth with his cum. 

Susan apparently also reached her climax as she pushed one last time into the girls face.

Susan laid back on the bed breathing very hard as I saw her massaging her own breasts. 

As the couple left with smiles the girl even said "You taste good honey".

A few more minutes passed and a young Spanish man entered, he looked at my nude wife and asked "Are you having a good time?". 

She replied slowly "Yes." 

He then said "Well you're going to like this then." 

He came to the bed and she reached for him but he stopped her. She looked quizzical as him and he reached down to turn her onto her stomach. He said sternly, "get on your elbows and knees". 

She instantly obeyed. Her wet pussy was very evident and her asshole was expanded from the tongue lashing she had gotten. 

He asked her "do you like to be fucked in the ass?" 

She said "well I have a few times with my husband but not a lot." 

He leaned down and said "well you are gonna be fucked there now." 

He stroked her ass cheeks making her hips move and her moan to his touch. His fingers slid along her ass crack and on down to her rosebud and teased it. 

She was loving it and pushed backwards to his finger. He saw some lotion on the night stand and disrobed, squirted some on her asshole and fingered her asshole some more. She was really loving it now and I was also. 

He looked back and smiled at me. I motioned him to go ahead. He got behind her, repositioned her so I could see better and touched the head of his cock to her asshole. She sort of squealed at that feeling. 

He then slowly entered her asshole with his erect cock and she was pushing back to him so as to make it go in quicker. Then he just jammed it in her ass making her cum at the suddenness of it. 

She was going nuts and fucking his cock with her ass as he was enjoying the action also. They fucked one another for quite a while and I know she came several more times. I know that climaxing face she has. 

His cock was sliding in deep and almost out of her and then back in, repeating it over and over.

Suddenly he said "Baby I am going to fill your ass with my cum."

She replied "fuck my ass dammit, fuck it, fuck it hard." 

He tensed and I assumed he was filling her ass because he was moaning and stiffened up. After he calmed down his cock plopped out of her releasing a load of cum with it. 

She collapsed on the bed, face down and said "Oh god that was good." 

He grinned and said "well the guys downstairs told me that a hot horny woman was up here ready to fuck anyway I wanted." 

She looked at him as he put his clothes on and then looked my way and replied "well I guess there is, right Honey?" 

I said "do you want to stop?"

She smiled again and said "only if you want me to?"

I said "No way, you get all you want baby."

She smiled and fingered her wet cum filled pussy as she said, "Well bring em on!"



Apart For Too Long



"Now boarding, flight 1737"

That was his call, time to go. Where he was going was a long way away from home, his girlfriend lived all the way across the country, on the west coast. The two of them still being young, 18 and 19, she had moved there with her parents, and was attending college. He had miraculously been given permission to spend a week there, to visit. He gave his ticket to the handler and got on his flight. Having a long distance relationship sucked sometimes, but seeing her again would make it all worth it.

*********

"Robby!" 

Oh god, she found me first he thought, as she slammed into him, pressing her face into his chest. As he held her, she looked up, and they shared a kiss. For one fleeting moment, the world around them ceased to be, even in the airport of Las Vegas, full of bustling people and raucous noise didn't bother them, they were together. Finally. She was just as he remembered her, beautiful blue green eyes and soft lips, on a face that would melt a man's heart, a busty chest, and a gently curved body with legs that drove him insane with lust. She was a beauty like no other. "I love you, Cecelia." he whispered. 

"I love you too, baby. Lets get your bags and go home." she said.

*********

It was a long ride home and they immediately went to bed upon arrival, in separate rooms. There was no way her dad would let them sleep in the same room. They woke up early the next morning, and he made breakfast for her. "Pancakes and bacon, breakfast of champions." he joked. 

"Shut up, its my favorite and you know it." she replied. She still couldn't believe he was here. Her tall, handsome, teddy bear. She was going to hate it when he went back home, but for now she ate her breakfast and enjoyed the moment. They sat there for a while after they finished, enjoying the silence. She took his hand suddenly, and led him to the couch. 

"Let's watch some TV!" she said. He smiled, and they cuddled up on the couch, and settled on some generic action movie he wanted to watch. Neither of them were really watching it anyways, and soon they fell asleep in each others arms, only to be awoken by her parents. 

"My you two look comfortable." her dad said, rolling her eyes. 

"Oh hush, daddy." Cecelia said. 

Her father gave a look of discomfort, seeing her little girl all grown up. "Your mother and I are leaving for work, we'll be back tonight."

They left, and as soon as he heard the cars pulling away, a thought flew across his mind. They were finally alone. Apparently she was thinking the same thing.

"Robbyyyyyyyy" She said, running a finger down his chest. He smiled devilishly, and she was on him, kissing him passionately, their tongues intertwined, massaging each other. Her head crept up his shirt, rubbing his chest. "You're so fuzzy!" She exclaimed as he kissed her neck. They began breathing heavily, and grinding each other. He could feel the heat coming from her pants and surely she felt how hard he was. She unbuttoned his shirt, running her fingers through his body hair. She moaned and slowly made her way down to his crotch, unbuttoning his pants and looking into his eyes as she slowly unzipped him. She grabbed his dick from his pants and slid it into her mouth. 

"Oh... baby... that feels so fucking good. I've waited so long for this." he moaned. She said nothing, just continued to bob her head up and down, lovingly sucking his shaft. She looked so cute, sucking him into a blissful oblivion. She stopped for a second, and he looked down to see why. She took off her shirt revealing that she had worn no bra when she got dressed this morning. Her breasts were absolutely lovely, round, and full. They looked like they would be the softest thing he ever touched, but he didn't get a chance to find out, as she went back to sucking him off. He was inexperienced, so it didn't take very long for her to finish him off. "Oh, god, sweetie, I'm gonna fucking cum!" She sucked even harder taking him into his mouth, swallowing all she could but some dribbled out of the side of her mouth. She quickly scooped it back in and consumed it.

"Mmmmm... tasty." She winked at him, as he laid on the couch, shuddering. "Your turn." he said and pushed her back, tearing at her jeans. They were unbuttoned and unzipped in a manner of seconds, her panties coming halfway down her gorgeous legs and he tore those off too. "Slow down baby, take your time." she whispered.

He calmed himself and slowly kissed his way up her leg, giving tiny French kisses to the inside of her thighs, occasionally nibbling them. "Robby, I'm ticklish!" she screamed. He smiled playfully and moved up. He paused to get a better look at her. Her pussy was very beautiful, shaven and very, very red. The scent was intoxicating. He dived into it, lapping at her inner and outer lips. His tongue played circles around her clit, stopping to suckle it every once in a while.

"ROBBYROBBYROBBY!" she screamed as she wrapped her legs around his head. "I'm gonna... I'm gonna.." He stuck his fingers in her and moved them back and forth, savoring her flavor. "OHFUCKOHFUCKOHFUCK!" she exploded with ecstasy her every muscle tightening and relaxing, cumming on her boyfriends face. 

"Fuck baby, you taste so good." he said.

"Robby, please fuck me!" He got on top of her and she wrapped her legs around his back . 

"Are you ready, baby?" he asked. 

"Put it in me." she ordered. He positioned himself up to her slit and slid halfway in. "Mmmm... more!" she moaned. 

"Baby, you can have it all." he said, and slipped the rest of his cock in and started to slowly fuck her. Their lustful sounds filled the living room. 

"Faster, Faster." she begged. 

He began pumping in and out of her, speeding up the pace until he felt the clamp down on his dick. "Cecelia, cum for me baby, I fucking love you!"

"I love you too, baby! UHHHH!" she cried.

They kissed violently as she came, his only thoughts were giving her as much pleasure as he could. It was such an aphrodisiac knowing that he caused to orgasm, knowing that it was his dick that made her spasm and scream under him. They laid still for a second or two, regaining their breath. "More." he breathed.

He sat up on the couch and pulled her onto him, she lowered herself on his dick taking all of it in her. She loved how his cock felt inside of her. It was a perfect fit, it filled her up just right. They embraced each other, and she put her head on his shoulder.

"Oh, Robby, I love fucking you, you feel so good in meee!"

"Oh, baby, fuck me, you're so wet!" he yelled. He felt his own orgasm approaching, his dick and balls swelling. Then, he told her to do something he knew they would both enjoy.

"Cecelia, bite me baby, please, please!" She bit him, right where his neck met his shoulder. "Oh baby, bite harder, harder, HARDERUHHHH!" he grabbed both of her as cheeks and exploded inside of her, his white hot pleasure overloading his nerves, all he felt was ecstasy, all he knew was elation. 

Cecelia relished her boyfriend's orgasm, loving how his dick swelled and loving even more how his cum felt splattered all over her insides. It sent her over the edge and she had her third orgasm, squeezing her lover tightly. 

They said nothing for a while, they just sat there and kissed each other gently. The soft, tender kisses were all they needed now, the both of them spent, regaining their breath. 

"I'm glad you came, Robby."

"Was that a pun?" he asked, smiling.

"Shut up!" she said, hitting him. " My parents won't be home for a few hours, we can nap."

They laid back down, cuddled up into a ball and slept. Everything was absolutely perfect.



Apartment 12-D, the First Time



He was hesitant at first to open the mail, when he heard the ping of email. The first one was what he expected, the series of images from the web cam he had brought when he used the key he had been sent, to go to the apartment. It was an average but upscale place, like most of the others on the West Side, brick exterior, token balconies, a long hallway, the metal door with several locks. Inside, it was pleasant in a typical sort of way; oak parquet floors, white walls, a medium grade Oriental rug and a wall of books in the living room, stainless steel and light wood in the small kitchen. Pottery Barn with a touch of Restoration Hardware for ironic accessories, a few antiques from the old family home suggesting grander days.

The images taken from his camera where clear, starting with him shown near the door, wearing dark sweater and pants, boots, and the nylon stocking mask. The rest of the series was what he had planned, more or less: the door opening, him grabbing the smaller man who entered, threatening him with the claim of a weapon, pushing him roughly to one of two chairs from the neat dining table, in the center of the room. The images showed him holding the man down, using nylons to tie his wrists to the chair, pulling off the victim's necktie to fashion a gag, knotted behind his head. His eyes were wide, his cheeks puffed out.

The second email had images which showed his surprise, when the door opened and she walked in. He was expecting a cleaning woman, in a flat cotton dress and hair wrap, as scheduled. Instead, she wore a stylish long coat, with high heels that made her much taller, and her expression was stern, not surprised. When the coat was removed, she wore a black leather corset, her breasts swelling over the top, black gloves, and black stockings to match her tall patent heels.

He was tying Kevin's elbows to the chair, when she walked closer. "Do it more thoroughly, David, so he really thinks about it. Open his shirt. And take down his pants." He recalled his surprise, and embarrassment- he had never touched a man before. With awkwardness, he unbuttoned the shirt and tugged it open to expose the chest, then fumbled with the belt buckle and zipper before pulling the pants and underwear down below the knees. He looked away as he continued to use nylons to tie Kevin, ankles and knees lashed to the chair, but could see the victim becoming aroused in spite of himself. The chair was set facing the bookcases, so the bound man could not see the rooms behind him, and could only try to speak into the silk tie that gagged him. The images she had sent showed the process, with the final ones focused on Kevin both bound and fully aroused his face hot with shame.

The third series of images clicked open, taken from her other camera, after she pushed him into the study. They were out of sight but not out of hearing. "David, get out of those clothes, put these on, and be quick!" He stood next to her, as she was dressed in black leather, and saw she was holding out to him a black leather set of straps, and a small piece of fabric. He looked, and realized it was a sort of slave harness, and peach nylon panties. He looked down, and then slipped off his sweater, kicked off the boots, and slid down his trousers, then the underwear. Standing naked for a moment, in someone's typical home, with a barely dressed woman, felt very odd, but he pulled the small panties on with difficulty as she laughed. The harness took some study, to see how it fastened around his chest and buckled, hiding nothing but making his status clear as something now owned and controlled, just decorated. The smooth feel of the panties gripped him, in spite of his instant arousal.

"The boots, too, I think, then brace yourself in the doorway"

He pulled his leather boots back on, then went to the door of the room, facing outwards, his hands and feet at the four corners of the opening, making an X. When the sharp snap of leather stung his ass, he looked up quickly but kept quiet, as she showed him the purple suede flogger and then used it on his back, legs, and ass, counting 50 strokes. In the images he saw now, all of this was clear; his heavy body accented by the straps, the ridiculous contrast of textures with the smooth panties and heavy masculine boots, and the silent pain in his face. Her small body was accentuated by the tight leather and nylons, a contrast with her bare white shoulders. There was pleasure in her face as she made him jump, and in seeing beyond him the bound man able to hear but not see what was happening.

Her hand had touched his skin, to feel the heat there now, then a cold chain leash was clipped to his harness. The images showed him on hands and knees, as she led him through the apartment, to kneel on the Oriental rug out of sight behind the other man. She held the leash tight, as she brought her body against his face, pressing the leather she wore against his mouth. His head was tilted up, as she rode his face, so that he could feel her heat, and the hardness of her clit as she rubbed him, and her aroma of leather and musk and flowery scent, but was not allowed to touch her, even with his tongue. He was an object, clear in the image, as she brought herself to orgasm on him, her thighs around his head as she pulled hard on the chain.

The man in the chair had to listen to her come, unable to see, but forced to imagine. The photos made clear too his arousal during this, as he heard her. She was laughing in the final set of images, after her own satisfaction, to see the two men both captive in different ways and both visibly hard and aroused. With a pull on the leash, she had brought David to stand in front of the chair, displayed in leather harness, panties and boots, while Kevin was bound half naked to the chair.

"David, I want you to come now, since this situation excites you both- two sluts with no control now." She reached forward to pull the panties down, moving him closer to the chair, and reached between his legs to cup his balls and hard cock. "David, I want you to come, right away, and on this poor bound boy, your victim." She took the leather flogger and struck his ass hard, as he took his hand to his hard cock, another first, touching himself as others watched. He came quickly, with the novelty and visual images of it, ejaculating on the chest and body of the bound man, and then pulled away as he gasped and was breathing hard.

The last images showed him dressed again, leaving with a kiss from the woman, who then closed the door and went to the man in the chair. She had not sent him images of what happened next. The next email that popped up was also from her; he saw the subject was "next time."



Apartment 153



The apartment was a simple upper west side Manhattan home. It looked out onto 96th street and was bordered with Central park west and Riverside park. From the outside, the apartments were painted white with its detailed architecture delicately covered in ivy that was crawling its way up the walls and arching over the curves of the doorways. The natural greenness on the white washed walls gave the apartments a fresh tranquil look, even for New York.

I paced the living room of the apartment waiting for the new resident to show. I was to give a quick tour and hand over the keys to them and then report back to my friend who owned the building and to who I owed the favour as they were out of town.

The place was ready furnished with classical and glamorous furnishings and painted in creams; white and gold's with prints of good art adorning the walls. I quickly checked my appearance in the gold gilded mirror above the marble fire place. In a word, the only way to describe me would be dashing. My coal black hair is always swept back out of my cerulean blue eyes and I am only ever to be seen in a tailored grey suit as I am a hard working business man. I am tanned from business trips abroad and I have high cheekbones and a great jawline. I take care of my body and have achieved the toned, healthy and athletic look.

I pace the entryway waiting for the new resident, checking my Omega watch every minute or so. With a name like Emerson, this guy is going to be a wealthy, upper class, mother's boy who probably hasn't worked a day in their life, gone to college just to mess around and have their trust fund or fathers business handed to them on a plate. Unlike me, who has worked hard all my life for something I never thought I would ever achieve in my lifetime or even at my young age, 27.

They were supposed to be here at nine and they are ten minutes late. I detest late people. I'm not a tolerant person when it comes to time. I have so little of it which is mostly consumed by lengthy meetings and business trips and as I am already doing something which I have no time for I find this person's lack of time keeping annoying and selfish. Suddenly there is a polite knock at the door and I open the black glossy apartment door.

"Hi! I'm Emerson. Are you Jasper?"

Suddenly I'm paralysed, paralysed with an anxiety and sudden self-consciousness that only a woman can give a man, that I haven't felt since I was fifteen and started to admire girls. Standing in the marble hallway, radiating sex appeal and a charm that all confident women seem to possess is one of the most beautiful creatures I have ever seen; a young woman, of about 24, stands before me with long, glossy, chestnut brown hair swept back into a casual but neat ponytail. She has a symmetrical heart shaped face with perfect features: A button nose, prominent cheekbones, big moss-green eyes lined with a set of thick black lashes. Her eyebrows are perfectly groomed and her large lips are widened into a sparkling, confident, white smile. She looks intelligent and professional, wearing a crisp white blouse that does wonders for her brown tan, a fitted grey blazer and black tailored pants that frame her slender hips and legs which are topped off with a pair of extremely high, black Christian Louboutin heels.

She hugs an Ipad to her ample chest, which I can visibly see past the buttoned down shirt, and wears a delicate silver necklace that looks like a collection from Tiffanys, two small diamond studs sit on her earlobes and on her arm hangs a giant patent Prada bag.

I drink her in, the scent of her sweet floral Chanel perfume, the flecks of gold that seem to swim in her green eyes and her perfectly manicured nails. Nothing turns me on more than an intelligent and well groomed woman and this wonderful creature is the most impeccable I have ever seen. Her melodic voice snaps me out of my reverie.

"I am so sorry I'm late! Manhattan traffic, nothing I could do! And then finding the building, hard work in these heels I tell you. I have never felt so unorganised in my life." She winks at me and I feel myself stir. Fuck. I haven't spoken since she arrived. Women never lead me off track. Usually I like it to be me who makes them speechless but shit. This girl has been here five minutes and I'm fucked.

"No problem," I say giving her my crooked grin. "Jasper, Jasper Bloom. Come on in I'll show you around." I shake her hand. I see there's no engagement ring and smile as I take her small soft hand in mine. I can't believe I thought it was going to be a guy. Best turn out.

As I turn around to welcome her inside her new home I notice her eyes flick up to the glint of the gold numbers: 153 above the peep hole on the black lacquer door. I lead her into the hallway and show her the living room, dining room, small study, bathroom, 2 spacious bedrooms, a master bedroom complete with en-suite and finally the kitchen.

We make small talk as we tour the apartment. Asking where she's from, why the move, jobs and weather but I'm not really paying attention. Just agreeing and subtly staring at her perfect ass whenever she bends over to inspect cupboards and drawers. The sight of her when she sat on her knees checking a drawer sent my cock into a frenzy.

From above I could see down her shirt at her two flawless tits perched high on her chest framed in a provocative lace bralet. God, I wanted nothing more than to rip open that shirt, exposing her tanned flesh, to have her kneel in front of me, delving into my pants to attain my erection. As she talked I fantasized like a high school boy about how her soft hands would feel as she held my cock. What her velvet tongue would do as it swirled up and down my length, how I would hold her pretty little head as she fucked my cock with her satin mouth.

I feel my erection growing as she stops inspecting and stands up in front of me. Once again, snapping me out of my fantasy.

"The place is great. Perfect for what I need." She pats her knees to discard any dust and procures her Ipad and bag. "I will be moving in later today after work. Is it okay if give the moving guys the key? They can unpack for me whilst I'm at work"

"That's fine." I say as we make our way to the entry hall. "I live two blocks away, in one of Mr Devon's other apartments. Well, I have a meeting in fifteen minutes so here's your key. And here's my card if you have any questions or need any help. If so I will call a repair man. As Mr Devon is away I will be your Landlord I guess." I smile and wink at her as I head out of the front door.

"Thank you Mr Bloom," She's smiles sweetly as she tucks my card in a fold in her bag and clutches her new set of silver keys. "I'll bear that in mind if I find I'm not able to ring myself. I'm a big girl y'know. It was nice to meet you Mr Bloom" and shut the door in my face.

Fuck. I stand outside the black doors in the marble stairwell dazed. That was abrupt. I think maybe I came across as arrogant and assumed that she was a helpless city girl but this woman is different. So in control and poised. Fuck that's hot I think to myself as I jog down the spiral staircase into the foyer. She is perfect and suddenly I am thinking of how I can see her again and decide to call my friend and this new tenant's real landlord.

"Harvey Devon" He answers on the second ring.

"Harvey! Hey man! I just met your new resident."

"Oh yeah what are they like?"

"You didn't tell me in was a chick. I thought it was gonna be some prissy rich boy. Fuck Harv, she's hot, I mean Victoria's Secret hot."

"Aw fuck. It's always when I'm away. You cannot fuck her man, I mean I have been trying to rent that place for ages and I don't want you to screw that up."

"Haha oh Harv," I chuckle, "you know I can't promise that." I hang up grinning. I need to think of a way to go back there without it looking like I think she needs help. I hail a cab and set off for my meeting, distracted for the rest of the day as this perfect woman and her perfect ass keeps popping up into my mind.

***

Around eight o'clock I find myself in the King Cole bar at the St. Regis with a few businessmen, drinking scotch and inquiring about new deals and exchanging details on Ipads and Iphones when I see a familiar figure sat in a gilded, barstool from the corner of my eye. I can't believe it. There she is, miss controlled and perfectly groomed sat sipping a famous Bloody Mary.

"Well well Miss Kitt. How lucky am I to have the pleasure of meeting you twice in one day." She smiles at her drink, which she is seductively running a finger around the edges, when she hears my voice and slowly looks up at me from under those long black lashes as I sit next to her.

"Mr Bloom, indeed it is." She smiles coyly.

"Waiting on a boyfriend are we? I'll leave in case he sees me if you wish" I tease.

"No. I have just had an important meeting if you must know, and thought I would finish my drink before I left."

Her black bralet is clearly visible through her shirt and it's taunting me, begging me to undo her top. She catches me staring and turns to face me.

"If you are quite done staring at my cleavage Mr Bloom I have to leave now." She grabs her Ipad and bag and looks at me passively as she saunters through the bar to the street without another word.

Fuck. There's something about her manner which turns me on. She is probably used to being hit on all the time with those looks but the way she handles it and as though playing hard to get turns me on so much I already feel an erection coming on.

***

The next morning I am awoken at seven am to a text message from an unknown number.

"Good Morning Mr Bloom this is Emerson. I don't seem to have a key for the balcony/fire escape. I would appreciate if you could give one to the doorman sometime today, I will collect it later on. Much appreciated, Emerson Kitt."

I think that this is a perfect opportunity to go and see her and I shower at once. I dress in my signature grey, Armani suit complete with cufflinks and a tie. I pocket the spare key and grab my own Ipad and head out the door over to 96th street.

I knock on her door and a second later her sweet voice calls out:

"Who is it?"

"Jasper," I reply, "I have the keys for the balcony."

There's a pause and then I hear the loud metallic click as she unlocks the black door.

"Mr Bloom. I'm sure leaving the keys with the doorman would have sufficed."

She looks fantastic. It's half seven but she's already dressed in a fitted black suit complete with a white shirt with those killer heels. Her makeup is flawless though not much is needed but her hair is down, the chocolaty coils just grazing her chest and shining in the light. Once again I feel myself slipping into a fantasy where I am pulling those silky locks away from her pretty face as she sucks my length.

"No trouble." I say and invite myself into the apartment. With a look of annoyance she closes the door after me and follows me into the living room where I place the key in the lock of the balcony door.

"There you are. Want me to show you how to use the fire escape? A little thing like you will need some help." I grin at her scowl as she folds her arms over her chest, raising her two perfect globes a little higher.

"That's not necessary Mr Bloom, I assure you I can manage myself thank you."

"Just checking, after all if there's no boyfriend figure around someone has got to do all the hard work." I know I'm being a prick but I can't help it. She looks sexy and somehow fiery when she's angry.

Her scowl hardens and she turns around and I follow her back to the entryway, admiring her pert ass as it sways with her walk.

"Will that be all Mr Bloom?" she turns on her heel and opens the black door, the gold numbers catching in the light. A look of annoyance still etched on her heart shaped face.

"Jasper, please, and yes I think that's all." I lean in and kiss her flawless cheek and as I do so I place my hand gently on her ass cheek and lean in to her ear.

"By the way, forgive me for last night. I couldn't resist a peek at your beautiful tits." I slowly remove my hand and walk out the door licking my lips, ignoring her look of outrage. I know its borderline sexual harassment but my god I can't help it. I need her.

***

Two days pass and I'm having withdrawal symptoms. I miss her face and that rocking body. My fantasies of this woman are not enough and I crave her touch and by the next evening my luck has changed.

I saw from across the street her perfectly coiffed hair, trademark fitted feminine suit and ever present Ipad talking to a salt and pepper haired man in his late fifties probably, a George Clooney lookalike, another suit and I instantly feel a pang of jealousy. It's absurd, I don't even know this woman but I know I want her. She air kisses the man and steps into the flamboyant yellow cab as her friend waves goodbye and before I know what I'm doing I'm already across the street, opening the cab and sliding in.

Her scowl is back and she leans against the worn fabric of the cab, looking down at her notes ignoring me.

"Miss Kitt! What a wonderful surprise." I grin.

"Mr Bloom." She says, still ignoring me.

"I've told you, call me Jasper." Her annoyance amuses me.

"Jasper" She corrects herself in a bored tone. She sighs and finally looks up. "Should I be concerned that I keep bumping into you? Is there a need to call NYPD telling them I have a stalker?"

I laugh. "Not at all miss Kitt. I simply thought I would say hello."

The cab pulls up on the sidewalk and she gathers her things.

"Then say hello next time Jasper, there's no need to follow me to the next block." She leans in and whispers, I'm overcome with that heady floral scent again. "Like I said I'm a big girl." And before I know it her manicured hand slowly runs down my thigh, outlining my length against the fitted grey fabric, her touch static. She feels my cock involuntarily twitch beneath the layer of cloth. She smirks at my response and at the look of shock on my face. She slides out of the cab and says "I'll see you soon, Mr Bloom." In her aurthorotive voice, her eyebrow arched seductively and that coy smirk on her lips as she shuts the door.

***

I am distracted, all day every day. I reminisce the moment in the cab, her hand gliding down my thigh. Her touch still burns and I cum every time I think about it, her hand curving around my cock as my erection showed. The lingering smell of her sweet perfume is driving me crazy, making me want her, to hold her and fuck her.

As the evening draws in I am sat back at the bar of the St. Regis, not paying attention to the conversation of my colleagues but thinking of my hands running down her petite frame, grasping her tits, dreaming of making her wet.

All of a sudden my Iphone vibrates on the glass table and I read the message:

I need a hand, and as you're Mr fix it I assume you will be obliged to help. E x"

Suddenly I'm on my feet, apologising to my business partners that I can't stay for drinks and chit chat and have to dash. Before I know it I'm in a cab then jogging up the stairwell to the familiar little black door.

I knock twice and after a second hear her honeyed voice calling from a room.

"It's open. I'm in the bedroom."

Fuck. The thought of what she is planning for me in there is making me salivate. I open the black door and step inside. I walk down the white and rose petal pink marble hallway opening doors to see which one she's in.

I find her in the master bedroom, standing in front of a large antique vanity table which holds trays of makeup, plants, an assortment of expensive perfume bottles and little blue boxes. She's looking into the mirror and removing the delicate silver necklace that she usually covets. She looks stunning, wearing a slim floor length black dress, her glossy hair messily piled in a bun on top of her head and her pretty bare feet peek out from under the dress as she moves.

"Ah Jasper, thank you for coming" She smiles sweetly as she places the necklace in a box on the vanity.

I lean against the doorway admiring her and then walk up to her so that I'm so close she has to look up to see my face.

"What was it that you needed help with Miss Kitt?" I murmur. She slowly turns around so that her back is facing me and points to the zipper, I can't help but pay attention to her ass which I have to tell myself not to pull into me.

"There's no one to undo me" she says innocently. I smirk and take the zipper, slowly unzipping the cold metal, taking in the peachy skin underneath until the zipper ends just above her pert buttocks.

The satin black dress slides off of her curves with a soft pat as it hits the brown hardwood floor and she turns and stands before me clad in plum coloured lace. Her bralet supporting her two perfect rounds tits on her chest framed in the lace bra with matching panties that wrap around her hips.

The light catches the sparkle of diamonds in her ears and she raises her slender arm and removes a pin in her hair, which falls just below her shoulders, the curls bouncing. From the front she raises her hands and unclasps the bralet letting the colours of black and plum fall in a heap to the floor with the dress, her nipples harden with the sudden loss of warmth and the pink areoles stand out on her beautiful bronzed skin. Without taking her eyes off mine she slowly and seductively shimmies out of the lace panties which slide down her slender legs and join the pile of delicate lace and satin.

I can't stop staring, her long legs, her waxed pussy, her stomach which is as flat as a paper plate. I can feel my erection growing, pinned against my trousers. I start to slowly make my way towards her, to place my hands on her face and kiss those perfect sweet lips when she suddenly turns around and heads back to the vanity.

"Thank you Mr Bloom, that's all I needed help with." My spirits nose dive and I feel the look lust fall off my face. She watches me in the mirror, a shadow of a smirk on her lips as she removes a small silver bangle off her slight wrist. I stand there stunned, not knowing what to do at being dismissed so abruptly, being dismissed in general.

My face hardens and I make up my mind. I will not be teased or mocked. I always get what I want. I move toward her, as I put my arms around her waist I notice she's watching me. My hands slide down her smooth abs, slowly making my way to her thighs, as I do this I pull her into me and I know she can feel my rock hard cock pressing into her ass cheek. I bury my face in her neck and luxurious locks of hair breathing in her scent of flowery perfume. I kiss her neck and my lips tingle when our flesh meets, static, biting and nibbling. She leans her head back so she's resting on my shoulder, welcoming my touch and kiss.

My hands smooth her thighs and I trace the outline of her cunt teasingly, soothingly. She inhales with closed eyes, waiting for me to explore her but I don't. I tease her, punishing her, making her wait. Her behind is grinding rhythmically up against my groin, teasing me back.

I slowly swipe my finger through her crevice and it's warm, soft and inviting. I hear her gasp in pleasure and I find my other hand has moved, softly but firmly caressing a hold on her neck. She moans as my index finger locates her rosebud clit, I tease and smooth it, twirling my entrenched fingers in her oils, loving her involuntary jerks of pleasure. I slip two fingers into her wet, silky hole and she moans, throwing her head back, letting me delve deeper.

I tease her, adding more fingers, smiling at her gasps then I force her to bend over her vanity, my one hand still holding her neck while her sweet head rests on the cool glass top of the vanity, her hair falling seductively in spirals on her face, her eyes closed, mouth partly opened as though wailing in pleasure. My other hand is squeezing and pulling at her left nipple, my groin firmly pushed up against her ass cheeks, forcing her to feel my erection.




Apartment 174



Angelina stretched her long legs and rubbed on some more tanning lotion. She looked around at all of the other patrons of the Shady Elm Apartment complex pool. She knew that she was by far the most beautiful girl there, she worked very hard to keep it that way. From the blond and brown highlights in her naturally mahogany hair, to the perfectly trim body and manicured nails, she adored constantly being the center of attention. She scanned the crowd for any potential targets, and caught the eye of an attractive lifeguard. 

Hmm, she thought to herself, he looks to be in his mid twenties, with cute shaggy dirty blond hair... and he's in very good shape... This could be fun..

She stared straight at him, then tossed her head back and shook her hair in the sun to show off her 300 dollar dye job. As she did this, she arched her back and stretched up to purposefully show off her perfectly round breasts. 

Haha, I know this has him absolutely gawking! She laughed to herself and stretched out just a little more. She threw a nonchalant glance in his direction, and sure enough he was eyeing her up.

Wow, that look he is giving me... Looks like he's hungry... Starving.. Good he's right where I want him... Just then Angelina got up and dove into the pool. She did five quick laps and got up and toweled off, taking care to spend a lot of time drying her bronzed legs.

God, I love being half Puerto Rican, she mused... I tan so well, and I've got this amazing ass, and the hair, it's great! She finished drying and gathered her things to leave. She looked right at the cute lifeguard, winked and left.

Brandon would hate it if he knew I silently flirted with random guys, but it's absolutely harmless, I would never do anything that I would regret- I know how it feels... 

Angelina was too caught up in reminiscing about the traumatic ending of her last relationship to notice the lifeguard standing in the parking lot watching her enter her one bedroom, apartment 174.

At ten o'clock, after eating a dinner of microwaved grilled vegetables, and watching repeats of SVU, Angelina decided it was time to get ready for bed. She began to undress in her bedroom, pulling her white t-shirt over her head and stripping off her tight black yoga capris. Then she went into the bathroom, turned the water to scalding, just how she liked it and turned on her ipod dock. She began to do a little strip-tease for herself to Akons' "Smack That". She giggled as she undid her bra and shook her voluptuous breasts free, then she slid out of her black lace boy shorts and tossed them both in a perfect pile by the sink.

You are an amazing dancer... The sultry voice caught her off guard. 

She whirled around half-expecting to see Brandon. When she saw the lifeguard from the pool she felt a fleeting moment of relief- and then she realized the situation and looked into his eyes... Bad idea. Lust like she had never seen flooded his dark brown iris'. Mixed with... Rage? She didn't know, but she didn't like it. She opened her mouth to scream, but it was too late- he had already anticipated this reaction. He quickly slapped a hand over her mouth that had been cupped with duct tape and grabbed her by both wrists in one fell swoop. 

"That will teach you to tease, you dirty bitch!" He swore at her as he forced her onto her knees. "Too bad you already did the fun part for me- I love ripping off the clothes, it instills a certain amount of fear... But this will have to do."

He looked over her shaking naked body and took in every breath-taking detail. Even her toes were perfectly manicured with white and pink... She was cleanly shaven, even though she hadn't showered yet... And waxed over every inch of her smooth, bronze body. This just excited him more. He was starting to feel the throbbing emanating from his swollen cock.

He looked her straight in the eye and then brusquely yanked her up by her hair, intertwining it in his thick fingers. With the other hand, he unbuttoned his pants. He took his cock out of his pants and ripped the duct tape off of the girls full mouth. Just as she gasped for a breath, he shoved his cock into her mouth and down her throat. He used her hair to move her head, and fucked her mouth harder as she gagged. As he thrust hard into her throat, she threw up all over him. He pulled his arm back and spanked her, hard- she screamed, but not loud enough for his liking, so he slapped her in the face... She shrieked. Good, he thought, she's finally getting it... 

He pulled his pulsating cock out of her mouth and showed it to her, then he looked at her full, sweaty ass. Her eyes widened in horror.

"Thanks for getting it good and wet for me, sweetheart- you did yourself a favor, trust me."

He positioned himself behind her and pulled her up so that she was propped with her elbows on the toilet lid. She began to struggle, but he was prepared for this, too. He pulled two feet of leather strapping out of his cargo pocket and tied her wrists around the toilet bowl. He checked to see that they were secure by giving it a hard yank- which made her scream again- and that excited him more. He couldn't wait another moment, he pulled her ass cheeks apart and looked at her tight little rosebud of an asshole, It looks so damn good! He thought as he pulled himself back, but first, he shoved his face between her cheeks and licked hungrily- I love the taste of asshole, it's earthy... And now it's wet enough... He spread he cheeks one more time, more slowly so that he could enjoy feeling her writhing body beneath him. Then, he jammed his cock into her tight little hole... Definitely a virgin ass. He pounded her hard, and grabbed her hair, he turned her to face him and watched as the tears streamed down her face. He swelled even more at this sight, he was so close... He pulled her head back by her hair and began choking her, she tried to sob through the pain, he let up a little bit and faced her toward him one more time, he let go of her throat to stare at her mascara streaked face and started to cum. He pulled his cock out of her ass and shoved it back into her throat. He felt it hit the back of her throat and began to buck even harder as she gagged. 

"I know you liked that, you dirty little slut, you wanted your ass fucked, you wanted to taste my cum in your throat- and that's what you get for being a fucking tease!" He wiped the head of his cock on her face as a final gesture, pulled his pants up and walked out.

Angelina rolled onto her back on the cold tile. Her ipod was now playing "The Macarena" and the shower was still running. As she looked up at the foggy ceiling she thought, Thank you, I finally got the fuck that I wanted... Then she got up and climbed into the shower. 



Apartment 2B



Ellis let out a long breath. She needed to focus on why she was in this man's apartment, not try and catch a glimpse of him in the shower. Her eyes focused back to the toolbox to grab the wrench. She was a professional, she could handle this no matter how wet she happened to be at the moment. Ellis was never a lustful woman, but there were times, such as these, when nothing could stop her from reacting. The only problem in this instance was he was a tenant in her building. There was no running away if she made a fool of herself. She'd have to see him every day until she either quit, or he moved; neither of which seemed very likely. Maybe the situation would have been easier had she looked like one of the waiflike women he traipsed through here most evenings, but as it was, she stood at a towering 5'9" that was thick and curvy. She could break those twig-like bitches in half with ease. Hell, if he let her, she could break him too. A sly smile formed at her last thought.

With another brief glance, she went back underneath the kitchen sink to finish tightening the new pipe. As much as every part of her being wanted to stay, she needed to get out of there. Erotic thoughts about her delicious tenant in 2B were becoming more frequent. If she kept it up, the likelihood of her doing something idiotic was imminent. The sound of the shower turning off caused Ellis's nipples to tighten at the thought of licking off the fresh droplets of water from his chest tasting only soap and anything that was him. She could see it in vivid detail, her taking him by the hand, letting him lie back on the bed while her lips travelled further south to his hardened cock. Her tongue rested on her lips as the thoughts continued. Her mouth taking his length in tortuously slow, hearing him groan in pleasure... her pussy clenched at the possibilities.

"I didn't know you were still here."

As if she'd been caught doing something naughty, her head shot up towards his voice. Unfortunately, there was the fact that she was under the sink and not a lot of room to move. The pain was nearly blinding as her forehead came in contact with the metal pipe.

"Shitting dick biscuits!" she screamed out holding her face. This was why she should have just hurried up and left. She'd smacked her head and she'd just cursed doing exactly what she didn't want to do; something idiotic.

"That's one I've never heard before." There was a hint of laughter in his voice, but he was definitely closer. "Come on out of there and let's take a look at that."

His strong hands on her shoulders made her feel like a plate of jelly. She couldn't even bare to open her eyes for fear of melting completely at the sight of his chest, which she wasn't even sure was exposed or not.

"Alright, let's take those hands away and see the damage." His comforting words so close to her ear along with the gentle way he was attempting to pry her hands from her face helped the pain to subside, but the urge to take him on the floor had come back with a vengeance.

Slowly, her hands moved away and her focus came into view of his face. Green eyes connected with brown for a moment before he looked up at her forehead.

"Looks like you got yourself pretty good there. I didn't mean to startle you."

She smiled. "It's okay," she told him hoping the disappointment was hidden at the sight of a long sleeved shirt and slacks. "I've had worse."

He moved to help her up to her feet. Ellis didn't think of herself as a light woman. The fact that he seemed to be able to take on her weight with little to no effort made her wonder if she'd really be able to break him like she originally thought.

They moved towards the kitchen table where he had her sit in a chair. He then left for a moment before returning with peroxide, gauze and band-aides. "It's not that bad is it?" she asked looking down at the first aid.

His smile was wide this time, his strong jaw showing off his dimples. "Better safe than sorry I suppose. I don't want to leave a scar on such a beautiful face."

Ellis gulped at the words. Did he really think she was beautiful? Had she been wrong about him and his predilection towards tiny brunettes? Maybe getting a little banged up would be worth finding out.

His hands worked expertly with a slight caress here and there. The air seemed to grow heavy around them in the silence while he worked. Ellis's arousal was making her ache. While he worked over her, she had a chance to check him out and liked everything she saw to include the bulge in the front of his pants; her previous thoughts about her mouth on him coming to the forefront of her consciousness. 

2B stood up straight admiring his work. "Still gorgeous as ever." He commented. His voice seemed thicker, like maybe his thoughts hadn't been as clean or bland as Ellis originally thought. 

She stood making eye contact with the dip in his throat right underneath his Adam's apple. "Thank you." Her voice was quiet, almost breathy.

Only a few centimeters kept her nipples from brushing across his chest. Her pussy throbbed at the heat that radiated between the two of them.

"Are you sure you're okay?" His hands moved behind her head taking out her ponytail. They then moved through her head massaging her scalp. 

"There aren't any other bumps or cuts are there?"

All higher brain function ceased at the feel of his hands on her. Instinctively, her eyelids fell heavy while her back arched into him.

"I wouldn't want to let you leave without a thorough check." His lips brushed lightly against her cheek as he spoke.

Her knees nearly buckled at the feel of his groin pressing into her just below her belly button. One of his hands moved slowly down her neck towards her shoulder. His fingers moved purposely until they found the zipper of her coveralls. Simultaneously, he moved in to brush his lips across hers while his hand snaked in kneading her breast. A small whimper escaped her lips as the kiss became more powerful. Ellis finally found some bearing and wrapped her arms around his waist pulling his body flush against her; the full hardness of him pressing into her soaking her panties further. His hand that was in her coveralls moved around to her ass grinding her into him seeking more contact.

"So beautiful." He breathed placing kisses down her neck. 

He'd removed the top half of her coveralls and was slowly moving down to explore more of her body. Ellis couldn't believe how wrong she was about him. He was very take charge and quite sure of himself. His hands knew their way around a woman with an assurance that hadn't been found in previous partners. 2B was much more than she could have ever asked for. He surprised her again when he yanked down her suit the rest of the way exposing her lace boy short panties. 

"Very sexy."

Ellis watched him take her in. His touch was driving her insane. She wanted him to bury his cock into her, but he seemed intent on getting to know her body. Her panting and mews didn't make him move any faster. 

So, she finally found her voice and asked, "Can you fuck me please?"

Her words didn't even faze him. Instead, he helped her out of her clothing and then slowly came up to her face. His kiss was forceful and long before his hands swooped down to her thighs and pulled her up causing Ellis to yelp.

"With pleasure."

They moved towards the back while he continued to place sloppy kisses all over her chest and breasts. The fact that this man could carry her and be sexy about it turned her on more. 2B had the kind of strength she'd only dreamed about.

His movements were graceful as he laid her out on the bed. She watched with hungry eyes while he undressed himself exposing tightly coiled muscles, lean hips, and a nicely trimmed treasure trail over a rather impressive looking cock that stood at attention. Ellis wanted to wrap her hands around the base and take him in, but he moved down her body nuzzling her center teasing her clit with his teeth. 

Ellis gripped the blanket underneath her in disbelief that this man was about to bring her to orgasm with so little foreplay. Her cries were building along with a sheen of sweat on her face, chest and arms. Her tenant, the one she'd fantasized about for months, was going to bring her to a powerful orgasm with his very talented tongue, teeth and lips.

That very thought pushed her over the edge. Ellis did her best to muffle her screams, but he pulled her arm away. "Let me hear you." He ordered. 

Their eyes stayed on each other as he slid into her awaiting channel practically pulling in. The grunt from him was a thrilling sort of satisfaction for Ellis. It told her that he wasn't as in control as he pretended to be. Feeling a little naughty, she started by undulating her hips riding him from underneath.

"Fuck." He whispered into her ear. 

He pulled up with a smirk. One hand moved down to grab a handful of her ass while the other wrapped around her waist. Ellis sucked in a sharp breath feeling his cock drive deeper into her body. He surprised her once more moving her up the bed and then getting on his knees angling her higher taking complete control. Ellis would have argued had the angle of his thrusts weren't hitting right into her g-spot causing another orgasm to form deep within her core.

"Had no idea... feel like this." He panted out gripping her thighs tighter. 

He began to thrust faster causing both of their orgasms build higher. Of all the fantasies she'd had about him, none of them involved him taking her to these heights. Ellis loved her control, but she'd have to rethink that if there was to be a repeat performance.

"Ellis, baby can you...?"

She was close but he was closer. Through everything, a wave of tenderness hit her that he would worry so much about her coming. He wasn't what she thought he was. 

"Yeah, close. Close." Her hand moved down to her clit and began to rub furiously. 

That last bit of will shattered over her body clenching on to him until he followed suit claiming his own orgasm with a strung out groan. Her entire body was awash with satisfaction, she looked up at him. His eyes were closed and he was struggling not to fall on top of her. Ellis had to stifle a chuckle knowing the only reason he was doing so was because he was used to smaller women.

"You can lay on me. I won't break."

His eyes shot open. A lazy smile crossed his lips before he came down between her ample breasts. "No, I don't imagine you will."

****

The walk down to her apartment was surreal. Ellis wondered if people could tell she'd just been fucked well. The permanent smile on her face didn't help her case any, so she opted for looking down. She'd barely closed the door when her work phone began to ring.

"Maintenance." She answered hoping it wasn't an emergency.

"I'm sorry to bother you, but it's apartment 2B. I believe there's something wrong with my shower."

The smile was bigger than ever. "Oh yeah, what seems to be wrong with it?"

There was a slight pause on the other end. "You're not in it."

The familiar clench of her pussy returned. "I'll be right up to fix that for you."



Apartment 3A



Thump, thump, thump... Dammit, they're at it again, I cursed and looked at my clock. 3 AM. Great; I had to be up in a couple of hours. Muffled exclamations and moans accompanied the rhythmic thumping. I still hadn't met my next-door neighbours but one thing I knew; they were the Energizer bunnies of sex; they just kept going and going and going. Night after night I woke to the thumps and moans of the pair of them getting it on.

I had seen one of them, or at least I think it was one of them; I came home late one night and there she was, a tall redhead unlocking her door. I didn't actually see her – what? Roomie? Lover? Partner? I had no idea – but a pair of slim brown arms grabbed the redhead and pulled her inside as the door thudded closed behind them. I had simply shaken my head and gotten the mail, then unlocked my door. Five minutes later, the wall between our units was shaking and I could hear them through the drywall.

I suppose I'd better explain a bit; I live in Apartment 3B and they live in 3A, both on the top floor, and share a wall which – at least on my side – runs along my living room and bedroom. The rest of the apartment is toward the outer wall of the building and I assume their place is basically the mirror image of mine. Unfortunately, that means their bedroom is right on the opposite side of the wall from mine, so I get to hear their bedroom escapades, every night.

It was really pissing me off because the apartment was one of the few I could afford and it was otherwise a nice place. Heck, for that matter, I didn't know my neighbours weren't nice; their only fault was their taste for noisy, prolonged sex at all hours of the night. Well, and that they didn't seem to care who heard them, either. However, it was a problem, because they kept waking me up. I don't know what they did for a living, but apparently they could sleep in if they were fucking like that at 3 in the morning.

The problem is I don't like confrontation. I know, I'm a wuss. I get enough confrontation at work; being a woman in the engineering world isn't easy. First, there's the guys who leer at you or make what they think are terribly funny remarks; then there's their choices in art, which usually involves provocatively-posed women in little or no clothing. I swear, engineers are boys who never really grew up. It didn't help that my inclination doesn't run toward men, either. I'm sorry, but I like women. I like some men as friends, but I just never got into men the way other girls my age did. And I was a gangling kid, all braces and buck teeth, even in high school, so I never worked up the nerve to approach another girl.

Going by the comments – intended as compliments, I'm sure – I've gotten from my male colleagues, I'm sure I've improved. I don't wear braces any more, and the rest of my face eventually caught up with my teeth. I guess they approve of my butt, too; early on I was patted a couple of times until I let them know I wasn't interested. Problem is, that just started them speculating on my taste in women and pairing me up in their imaginations with some of the other women who work here. The rest of them are in administrative type jobs; I'm the only female engineer. That doesn't stop the boys from theorizing about erotic liaisons between me and Molly, the admittedly-decorative receptionist, or me and Linda, Theresa or Emma, who are in the typing pool and who I confess have figured in some of my daydreams... but I digress.

So I let matters slide, sort of; every so often I'd sidle out, filled with a reasonable amount of courage to ask my randy neighbours if they could at least stop by midnight, and I'd cave. I did learn something else interesting, though, in the process; they had quite a social circle as well. More than once I caught sight of other women and occasionally men leaving their apartment, mostly alone, but sometimes in pairs. I still hadn't met either of them and I still had no idea about the redhead's roomie/lover, but apparently their appetites weren't limited to just each other.

I confess their sex life titillated me, too. More than once I spread myself on my bed, naked, and jilled myself in time with the thumps and bangs and ecstatic moaning coming from the other side of the wall. Sometimes I could make out words, too, and marvelled at their imaginations. They were both very fond of strap-ons and other toys, I gathered, from the number of exhortations I made out to 'stuff that nasty bitch's cunt' or 'fuck her stupid'. 

Matters came to a head about a month or so later, I guess. I'd come home absolutely dragged out, too tired to do more than reheat some pizza, shower, then crawl into bed. I swear, I hadn't been in bed more than 30 minutes when it started, again. Honestly, I thought they were going to push their bed right through the wall, it was that loud. They were really carrying on, too; I could hear their words remarkably clearly, and they were absolutely nasty!

"... yeah, yeah, do me, ram it in!" "Fuck yeah... on your knees, bitch, I'm gonna slam your slutty mouth 'till you choke!" "Oh yeah, do it! Then I'm gonna bend you over and blast your dirty cunt!"

Admittedly this was the kind of talk that got me awfully hot when I spent a Sunday afternoon listening to them and playing with myself, but this was the limit! I was tired and their blatant lack of consideration for others with their constant, noisy bedroom games had gone too far. My temper roused, I grabbed my housecoat and threw it on over my birthday suit and stomped out, across the landing and hammered on their front door.

Looking back on it, I don't know if they could've heard me with the noise they were making, but that didn't occur to me at the time. "Hey!" I shouted, "It's 11 at night, for heaven's sake!" I followed that up with another smart tattoo on the door... which opened.

Normally I don't make a habit of walking into someone else's place. Under normal circumstances I'd have closed the door and kept on knocking, or perhaps leaned in to shout for them. But this time I took this as being something between an invitation and an amazingly rude lack of manners, ignoring me at their door. So I pushed it open and stepped into their living room.

I have to say, their taste was very, very good. Art deco isn't something I care for myself, but they had done it well. At the time, though, that was strictly secondary to my concerns. Their hallway, like mine, was at the opposite corner of their living room from the entrance, a miror-image of my place just as I'd figured. I strode past the kitchen, the bathroom toward the open bedroom door, from which the sounds of thumps and bangs as well as panting, moaning and cries of lust were coming. There was also a smell, too – the pungent scent of sex. There was an odd, musky tang to the unmistakable smell of aroused women, but I wasn't really paying attention, except to realize that despite my anger, I was also getting quite aroused as well.

I banged the bedroom door wide and yelled, "Hey!" and the two figures writhing together on the bed stopped as if shot. "It's 11 at night!" I repeated myself, planting my fists on my hips. "How 'bout a little consideration for people trying to sleep!?"

The redhead – I recognized her easily – had a look on her face. She had incredibly fair, peaches-and-cream skin, and green eyes that blazed with anger at my intrusion. She was wearing a... corset, I guess, and she was crouched over her partner, the only part of whom I could see were tawny legs encased in sheer cream pantyhose splayed out in a 'V' either side of her bedmate. Judging from their positions, I guessed the redhead was using a strap-on on her lover. Their bed was a solid oak-framed thing with the headboard right against our common wall; so that was what had been banging and making such a ruckus! I was secretly a bit impressed, too, that this pair could be so energetic as to make that very solid frame move so forcefully.

"Who the fuck are you?!" the redhead demanded, rolling off her playmate. Her playmate looked equally pissed, her legs dropping to the bed as she glared at me. If it hadn't been for that glare, she would have been quite lovely as well; short-cropped hair dark as a raven's wing and eyes that would have been a warm brown if they hadn't been filled with anger. She rolled off the other side of the bed with cat-like grace, striding around the end.

That was when reality took a hard right, for as I confronted them, both unashamedly naked and caught red-handed in the middle of what was clearly Olympic-level sex, my eyes were drawn to a glaring impossibility – two of them. Both of them had cocks. Thick, heavy, erect cocks.

Time seemed to come to a halt somehow; I only remember the next little bit as flash-frozen images. The redhead's cock must have been over a foot long. The base of the shaft looked like it merged right into her vulva; I could see the nub of her clitoris and the smooth seam of her nether lips. The tawny girl's cock didn't look quite as long, but was definitely thicker, not that the redhead wasn't thick as well; at the moment it seemed like both of these... girls? had young trees growing from their crotches. Like the redhead, her shaft blended smoothly into her pussy

Time unfroze when I saw a thick, creamy drool of what must be semen oozing from the wide slit in the crown of the redhead's penis. Unable to help myself, I glanced between her lover's legs and I could see the tell-tale sheen of wetness along her inner thighs.

"The fuck?!" the tawny girl snarled.

"You... ha..." my brain scrabbled for traction, unable to logically process what I saw. "Noisy," I babbled. Cool air swirled around me, and I realized that in planting my fists on my hips in an assertive display of righteous mad, my housecoat was now open, practically framing my body.

That certainly distracted them from their anger; the redhead's face smoothed into a sultry smile and she licked her lips lewdly. Her lover was slower but nodded slowly, looking me up and down as though I were a prize-winning sirloin and they hadn't eaten in a week. That maddening breeze was making things worse; I could feel my nipples standing out atop my breasts in fat pegs, and delicious shivers shot through my crotch as I moistened. God, how is this even possible?! I wondered distractedly. I'm hot for chicks with dicks!

My body didn't seem to care, and neither did my impromptu hostesses. "Well, this certainly puts things in a different light," the redhead purred as she took my arm.

"Yup," the shorter, raven-haired girl agreed, taking my other one. "We're sorry; we really didn't know we were making that much noise," she went on in a soft croon.

"But we'll make it up to you," her redheaded lover added.

Everything seemed to be quite distant, somehow; as though someone else were operating my body. Whoever it was let them walk me to the bed, my housecoat slipping from my shoulders as we went.

"I'm Allison," the redhead said with a grin, "and this is Shaniqua." They moved me onto the bed, then both crawled on with me, one on either side. "Now you just lie back and let us make it up to you for our inconsiderate behaviour," Allison added.

The evening took on an extremely surreal quality, no doubt of it. Here I was, lying in the middle of a king-sized bed, completely naked, with two impossible women in bed with me. I had no idea what they were, how they came by those penises, but that just didn't matter. Allison and Shaniqua began exploring me, their hands running up and down my sides, over my breasts, along my legs and teasing my heated, juicing, needing pussy. At one point they were both suckling me, each with a nipple caught lightly between their teeth while they flicked their tongues in unison over and around my aroused pegs. Then they took turns kissing, licking, tasting my pussy lips, and I could only lie there, moaning and shuddering with pleasure.

It got weirder... some time later, Allison sat astride me, thrusting her cock (and how strange is that to write?!) between my breasts while I squeezed them together, making a snug, warm, excited tunnel for her to fuck... I was getting a titfuck from a woman. With a cock. But that wasn't all; Shaniqua was straddling me, her perfect little brown ass flexing rhythmically as she drove her cock into Allison's mouth, one hand on her hip, the other wrapped in the redhead's waist-length hair. "Oooh yeah... that's right, suck my cock, bish," she chanted while Allison made rude gobbling sounds, her throat bulging a bit. She was playing with her tits as well while she kept up a steady pace between mine. I didn't add anything to the conversation; I was too busy enjoying the wet, slippery, thick cock fucking my tits. Eventually I hear Shaniqua draw in a sharp breath and suddenly wetness splattered down from her; she squirted on me! She evidently came from her cock as well, because she clutched Allison's hair and jammed her hips forward while Allison's throat worked in a swallowing motion! 

I don't know where they kept their testicles, but there was no doubt they could make cum, and lots of it! Allison's cheeks puffed out a bit, then white goo was leaking from her lips around Shaniqua's tawny cock, running down her chin. Shaniqua kept cumming for at least two minutes, and by the time she was done, Allison's lips and chin were glazed, and thick cream had plopped onto her breasts, where she rubbed it into her skin. That set her off, too; her cock between my tits jumped and then it felt like a firehose had gone off in my face! She groaned urgently around Shaniqua' schlong, but a mouthful of girl-cock didn't seem to slow her down any, and I found out what Shaniqua had been doing in Allison's mouth.

That thick monster spat, over and over and over again, blasting Allison's cock-goo into my mouth! I swallowed as fast as I could, and the taste wasn't as nasty as I'd been told it was; slightly sweet, slightly salty. However, I didn't have as much going down my throat as she'd had since she'd been tit-fucking me, not throat-fucking. On the other hand, I got a lot of her spooge on my face – it splattered my cheeks, my forehead, my nose, plastered my hair – and more painted my neck and tits!

Shaniqua pulled her cock out of Allison's mouth and flopped back down on the bed next to me while my hands – also splattered with girl goo – released my breasts to free Allison's cum-spurting impossibility.

"Fuck me, that was good," Shaniqua grinned, pushing her hair out of her face. Allison rolled off to lie on my other side, licking her lover's semen from her lips and chin and nodded agreement. "Oh yeah... I love a good tittyfuck, babe," she purred. "But now that we're both well warmed up, I think we need to give our new friend -" she looked inquiringly at me. "Hey, what is your name, anyway?"

Shaniqua laughed and reached across me to grab Allison's cock, jacking her slowly. "Geeze, Ally, don't you even get someone's name before you fuck them?"

Allison – Ally – just laughed and began rubbing her semen into my skin. "Hey, I just came on her face and tits; I haven't fucked her." She looked at me hungrily, expectantly. "Yet," she added, and let her sperm-messy hand trail down my belly to resume exploring my quivering pussy. "So what is your name?"

"Ah... Heather," I got out. Things had gone past surreal, past weird; I was in Twilight Zone territory by now, and it seemed easiest just to go with the flow.

"Heather," she and Shaniqua repeated together, then Allison looked roguishly across to her lover. "Now we can fuck her."

You know, coming from a man or a pair of men, that would have seemed crude, like I was just a piece of meat, a thing for their pleasure. Somehow, though, hearing those words from these two women, and seeing the smoky heat in their eyes, I wasn't offended; I wanted them to fuck me. "Yes, please!" I moaned softly between my two lovers. "Take me...!" My heart pounded in my chest at the prospect. There was something incredibly alluring about them – maybe the intensity of their desires, the dark, dangerous aura of insatiable lust both of them radiated. I felt elevated, raised beyond the common, in the presence of two elemental forces, and at that moment, there wasn't anything I wouldn't have done to pleasure them, and if all they wanted was to push their girl-cocks into me over and over, why that was easy!

Between them I was turned on my side, facing Shaniqua. Two sets of hands stroked me all over, then together they lifted my leg. Shaniqua's brown eyes bored into mine, their depths swirling with her rampant sexuality, and between my legs I felt her cock's glans nuzzling against my drenched lips. She was guiding herself to me, I realized, and then she was there, I could feel myself being opened and God she was thick! She pushed into me, an irresistible force that wouldn't be denied, and I bit my lip as I felt my cherry give way, tears welling briefly in my eyes.

"Ooo... Ally, we're busting a virgin!" Shaniqua chuckled. "Aww yeah... she's so tight, Ally; you're going to love her cunt...!" Shi pushed again and again, working herself farther into me, filling up amazingly! I had no idea a cock could feel so good inside me, and somehow the fact it sprang from a woman's loins made it even better! Finally she seemed to be all the way in; I felt stuffed, in a very good way. 

Allison hadn't been idle; while Shaniqua opened me up, her hands kept on roving over me, stroking from shoulder to hip to thigh, and from time to time I felt her lips brushing along my shoulder blades. Now that her lover was socketed inside me, I felt her warmth press against me from behind; her nipples her as hard as mine, pushing against my skin, and one smooth, pale hand crept around to cup a breast, her thumb toying with my nipple. "Ready?" she asked, breathing in my ear, and I nodded, my whole body trembling. Shaniqua wasn't thrusting yet; she simply held herself inside me, her mound pressed against mine, her cock disappearing up inside my stretched cunt. 

She nodded as well, and I felt her hands come to rest on my ass. "Go for it, Ally," she answered intently, and I felt Allison's cum-slicked cock sliding between my buns. She's going to fuck my ass at the same time, I thought, and the idea nearly made me faint. To be double-penetrated, like in the nastier magazines the guys at work liked, feeling them working inside me, back and forth... A little mini-orgasm rippled through me, sending a fresh welling of my juices to bathe Shaniqua's thickness inside me.

Only I didn't feel Allison's cock try to push into my anus; I felt her move forward between my thighs, until her plump glans was pushing at my lips next to Shaniqua's cock! Oh my God... they were both going to fuck my pussy together! I shuddered and instinctively lifted my leg, trying to make room. I felt Allison's hips rocking, felt her hardness sliding between my firm assbuns, felt her knob trying to enter me... but it would never happen, Shaniqua was already in me, as thick and hard as a steel pipe, and there wasn't room! But that wasn't going to stop Allison, and I gasped in mingled pain and pleasure as somehow she managed to stretch me enough, and her staff began to slide up into me.

"Oooo... fuuuck..." I panted, hyperventilating; never mind being virgin, never mind this being my first sex with a cock inside me; my first time was going to be with two girl's cocks – larger than any man's cocks I'd ever read about – stuffing my hole, stretching me to the limit! Allison and Shaniqua knew what they were doing, though; it hurt, but Allison took it slowly, pushing just a bit at a time then pausing to let me adjust, while Shaniqua's fingers clenched and relaxed their grip on my ass.

"Hooo... tight isn't the word, Heather," Ally's soft voice came in my ear. "You feel so fuckin' good... I can't believe 'Niqua and I are getting to do you this way for your first time." Her lips brushed along my ear while she thrust again, working herself further in.